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invisibleanonymousmonsters · 3 years

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Father of Mine – 1/2

Character: Bruce Wayne x Daughter!Reader

Summary: With the tragic passing of her mother, Y/N learns to the truth of who her father is.

Word Count: 4,000+

Warnings: Family death, cancer, absent father, cremation

A/N: The reader is described as tall in this fic. Bruce Wayne is 6′2 and I’m tall, so I’m indulging myself with no apologies. Read it or don’t.

“Do you want to say anything before we…” the operator asked her.

“No,” Y/N answered quickly.

“Oh, my assistant forgot to give you this,” the operator gave her a shy smile as he handed her a small cardboard box.

She opened it to find all of her mother’s jewelry that had been on her body at the funeral.

“Thank you,” Y/N told him.

“Ready?” The operator asked.

He had been so kind throughout the whole process. It was obvious he was used to people breaking down and being extremely emotional.

But Y/N had been stoic, almost concerningly so.

Though he wasn’t one to judge. Everyone grieved differently.

With the pull of a handle, Y/N watched her mother’s body going into the chamber.

“It will be a few hours,” the operator told her.

He meant it will it will take a few hours for her mother’s body to burn to ash. Then they would hand her a tacky vase with her remains.

Y/N just nodded. “I’ll go for a walk.”

As soon as she was outside, Y/N called her mother’s executor.

“Ms. Y/L/N, I was just about to call you.”

“I’m at the crematory,” she told him. “I figured we should discuss the bills that still need to be paid for.”

“Yes, of course. As I mentioned to you before, your mother’s life insurance covers quite a lot of it…” his words died out.

“But it’s still not enough,” Y/N finished for him. “I’ll get the money.”

She wasn’t exactly rich, but she also wasn’t living paycheck to paycheck. But people never realized how much money it cost for loved ones to die. It was honestly ridiculous.

“You might want to consider taking out a loan,” he tried to suggest gently.

“I’ll think about it.”

“Another thing, Ms. Y/L/N. There was an envelope with a name on it. And your mother left instructions on delivering the envelope to them.”

She stopped her pacing.

“What name is on the envelope?” Y/N asked.

There was a pause.

“Bruce Wayne.”

Y/N’s brow furrowed.

Of course she knew who Bruce Wayne was – everyone in Gotham did, as well as most of the country. He was a billionaire playboy, only making headlines when he was a mess. But every once in awhile his philanthropy would sneak in there. Y/N always assumed those were only to help recover his image and not because he was a good person.

“You still there?” The executor asked.

“Yeah. I’m just a bit confused. But please pass it along to him, if that’s what my mom wanted.”

“I can’t. The instructions specifically say for you to deliver the envelop to him in person.”

“In person?” Y/N groaned in annoyance as she pinched the bridge of her nose.

Why did all of this have to be so god damn complicated?

“Yes. Her instructions are…oddly specific."

“Fine,” she huffed. “I’ll pick up everything from your office before the work day ends.”

——————

Y/N stared at the envelop that she’d tossed on her coffee table as she sipped a rather large glass of red wine.

She was wracking her brain trying to think of a time when her mom mentioned knowing Bruce Wayne. But Y/N would’ve remembered her mom saying his name – even in passing. It’s not a name that one can drop casually.

Y/N pulled up her phone and googled him. But she looked at his history. Yes, he was from Gotham, as was her mom, but so were 10 million other people.

But then Y/N’s scrolling paused when she realized they went to the same high school: Gotham Academy. Not only that, they graduated in the same year.

‘Were they friends?’ Y/N wondered.

But just classmates or friends still didn’t seem to warrant a handwritten letter to be delivered after one’s death.

Y/N didn’t open the envelope.

Her mother’s instructions specifically told her not to. And if she put in that much of an effort to get this done after her death, Y/N wasn’t going to ignore such a request.

That didn’t mean she wasn’t curious.

“Fuck,” Y/N sighed before throwing back the rest of her wine.

——————

“I’m sorry, ma’am. I can’t grant you access to the building without your name being in the system by the company you’re visiting,” the building receptionist told her for the third time.

“I understand. But I called his office 30 fucking times and they refuse to put me through to him or get me an appointment,” Y/N practically growled.

“I’m sorry, ma’am. I already called their office to say you were here and they didn’t recognize your name. I can’t let you through to the elevators.”

Y/N’s gaze flickered to the security guard who stood a few feet away. He was eyeing her now that there was clearly an argument going on.

Y/N wanted to roll her eyes. She had a good foot on him – even without her heels on. And he looked like he couldn’t run a 50 yard dash without passing out or vomiting. If he thought he was going to physically stop her, he had another thing coming.

“Listen, I am not some crazy fucking stalker. My mom knew Bruce Wayne and in her will she asked me to deliver this to him,” Y/N’s voice lowered and became disturbingly calm. “I don’t want to be here just as much as you don’t want to have this conversation.”

“Ma’am, I’m going to need you to calm down,” the security guard finally stepped forward.

“Oh, fuck off,” Y/N rolled her eyes at the rent-a-cop.

“Ma’am, I’ll have to ask you to leave,” he continued.

“Call me ma’am one more fucking time…” Y/N growled.

But the security guard was taking a step to her.

“Excuse me. What seems to be the problem here?” A voice suddenly interrupted.

Everyone turned to see a young man – younger than Y/N – glaring at the security guard just as he was about to grab Y/N.

“M-Mr. Drake, we were just escorting this young woman from the premises,” the guard stuttered out.

Everyone at the building knew every member of the Wayne family. But unlike his siblings, Tim Drake was at the office almost every day. As one should be when they’re the CEO of a multi-billion dollar company.

“For what reason?” Tim Drake asked.

“She insists on seeing Mr. Wayne. But she doesn’t have an appointment. For security reasons, I cannot let her through, obviously, unless the company she is visiting has put her into their system and the building’s system,” the receptionist explained nervously.

Y/N frowned as if she was bored of the whole thing.

Tim stepped forward. “May I ask what your business with Bruce Wayne is?”

Now that he was closer, Y/N noticed how exhausted he looked. He was handsome still, of course. But she wondered when he last got a good night’s sleep. He was shorter than her, probably standing at 5’5. And she still believed he was younger than her, which was wild seeing as he was already the CEO and couldn’t be older than 24.

Y/N sighed before she grabbed the envelope from her black leather satchel, and showed that Bruce Wayne’s name was handwritten on it.

“My mother wished me to personally deliver this to him.”

Tim tilted his head slightly. “Why isn’t she doing it?”

“Because she’s dead,” she shot back without emotion.

But Tim’s face became sympathetic. “I’m sorry. I should’ve assumed…”

“It’s fine,” Y/N quickly cut him off before he could continue.

She was so tired of being on the receiving end of people’s sympathy. It didn’t help. And the words stopped holding any meaning to her.

“But I’m sorry. Bruce isn’t in today. And he probably won’t be coming to the office for the rest of the week.”

“Oh,” was all she responded with.

Of course Bruce Wayne didn’t come to work. Why would he?

This was a stupid idea. And now she had made a scene because of it.

“But if you give me your information, I will personally let him know that you are trying to reach him.”

“Really?” Y/N asked in shock.

Tim smiled at her surprise. “Of course.”

“Here’s my card,” she quickly grabbed one from her wallet and then a pen. “All my info is on that.” She wrote something on the back. “And that’s my mom’s name.”

He took it from her and nodded. “What was your mother’s relationship with Bruce?”

Y/N shrugged. “Honestly, I have no idea. I’ve been trying to figure it out. Apparently they graduated in the same high school class. But that’s all I was able to find.”

He nodded.

“Thank you…Mr. Drake. For your help. Really,” she urged.

“Please, it’s just Tim.” Then he glared at the receptionist and security guard. “For you it is, at least.”

“Thank you again,” Y/N felt like saying it 30 more times still wouldn’t be enough.

“You don’t have to thank me. Someone will be in touch. Have a good day, Ms. Y/L/N.”

“Y/N,” she corrected with a smile before she nodded and started backing away.

He smiled at her correction and gave a final nod.

——————

Y/N didn’t expect to hear from anyone for at least a week.

If the Wayne family was one thing, it was busy.

They probably had parties to go to, meetings to attend, private jets taking them around the world whenever they wished.

Why would they ever prioritize a meeting with her, a stranger?

So imagine her surprise when she received a call from an unrecognized number the same day she gave Tim Drake her card.

“Hello?” She answered.

Usually she would let any unknown number go to voicemail.

“Hello,” a British voice answered. “Am I speaking with Ms. Y/F/N Y/L/N?”

“This is she,” Y/N sat up straighter on her couch.

“This is Alfred Pennyworth. I work for Master Wayne and manage all his personal appointments. I was told by Master Tim that you wished to meet with him?”

“Uhhh. Yes. Yes, I do. Is that…is that possible?”

“Would you be able to stop by Wayne Manor on Friday afternoon?”

Y/N already knew she had nothing going on that would stop her from getting this done. But she still paused to pretend to think about it.

“Yes, Friday afternoon should be fine. Are you sure he doesn’t just want me to stop by Wayne Enterprises?”

It felt oddly intimate to stop by Wayne Manor. Wouldn’t they want to meet her in a more secure location like a corporate building with security that already hated her?

“He is quite certain. Should I send a car for you Ms. Y/L/N?”

A car?

Y/N felt even more out of her depth now.

“Oh, no. That won’t be necessary. I’ll be there.”

“I look forward to meeting you, Ms. Y/L/N.”

“Thanks,” she answered before hanging up and realizing that probably wasn’t the proper response to such a polite goodbye.

——————

“I haven’t heard that name since high school,” Bruce had muttered as he stared at the business card for what felt like the thousandth time.

“Yes, and the end of your relationship did not end on the best of terms,” Alfred commented.

Y/M’s/N Y/L/N had been Bruce’s high school sweetheart.

An she had seen the last moments of Bruce’s normal life.

Upon graduation, Bruce decided to leave Gotham and that’s how his second life was founded. The two of them broke up before the summer after graduation had even ended.

Well, “Breakup” was a strong word.

Bruce stopped answering her calls.

She was his first love and he continued to love her.

But once Bruce realized where his life was going and who he wanted to be, he knew he couldn’t drag her into it. She deserved better.

And Bruce was a coward about relationships then. Maybe he still was.

“I am certain you did a thorough background check on her already,” Alfred commented with a smirk.

Bruce took in a breath before listing off all of her accomplishments. “Y/F/N Y/L/N. Graduated number one in her class at Gotham Academy. She was the star of the track team, breaking the regional record for fastest time in 100m, 200m, and 400m races. Also captain of her soccer team. Attended NYU’s photography program before dropping out after a year. Now she’s a professional photography. Her work’s been featured in Vogue, New York Times, National Geographic…amongst others.”

“Rather an impressive woman,” Alfred said.

Bruce nodded.

“I should get the tea and coffee ready for her arrival.” And with that, Alfred left Bruce in the drawing room.

30 minutes later, the doorbell rang.

Bruce glanced down at his watch: she was right on time.

He heard Alfred saying his pleasantries before he heard the clicking of her heels as she rounded the corner to enter the room he was waiting in.

For being a famous photographer, she could’ve been a runway model with her height and the way she walked into the room, completely owning it. She wore four-inch heels, only adding to her natural tallness. And her bright, red coat only added to her presence.

For a split second, Bruce was convinced that he was looking at an Amazon. Diana immediately flashed into his mind for a split second. Perhaps that was what Y/M’s/N needed help with: to get her daughter to her real people. But how would she have known Bruce Wayne had such connections? Unless she knew Batman’s true identity…

As soon as Y/N spotted him in the room, he rose from his seat.

“Ms. Y/L/N,” Bruce greeted.

He took a step forward and held out his hand.

“You guys really love the formalities.” She said it with a dark evenness, but it was clearly a joke. “Y/N is fine, Mr. Wayne,” she added as she shook his hand.

“In that case, it’s Bruce,” he countered with a soft smirk.

There was something so familiar about her. But Bruce knew they’d never met.

“Thank you for seeing me. I don’t want to waste anymore of your time,” Y/N quickly got to it. She opened her purse to grab the envelope.

“My mom wanted you to have this. And she wanted to make sure I was the one to give it to you,” Y/N explained as she offered it to him.

Bruce took it carefully, but didn’t open it. “Yes, I heard about her passing. I’m very sorry for your loss.”

“Thank you,” she said hurriedly, making it obvious to Bruce that she did not want nor need his condolences.

Bruce nodded slowly.

There was a pause.

“Do you know what it says?” He asked her lightly.

She shook her head. “I wasn’t supposed to read it.”

“I see.”

“I should really be going. I have a flight to catch later tonight.” Most people that visited Wayne Manor wished to stay there forever. Or their curiosity got the best of them and their eyes took in every little detail.

But Y/N looked like she’d rather be anywhere else. And she wanted to get out as soon as she possibly could.

“Thank you again for seeing me,” she rushed out.

Without waiting for his answer, Y/N turned and started walking out of the room.

But she only got a few steps before she stopped.

Bruce watched her shoulders tense and her body move as she was clearly taking in deep breath.

Slowly, Y/N turned around to face him.

“Were you friends?”

Bruce gave her a watery smile. “She was my girlfriend in high school.”

Y/N seemed annoyed by that answer. “She never mentioned you. Not once.”

Bruce’s brow furrowed at that and his eyes zoned out as if he was revising the past in his mind. “I’m not entirely surprised. Things didn’t really end well between us.”

She nodded slowly. “Goodbye, Mr. Wayne.”

And Y/N turned and strutted out of the room without looking back.

As soon as Bruce heard her cab drive away, he ripped open the envelope and pulled out a letter.

He barely noticed that Dick had walked into the room. “May I ask…Who was the extremely attractive and tall woman that just walked out?”

But Bruce didn’t hear him as his eyes raced across the letter. His heart sped as he continued reading.

“Bruce?” Dick asked after being ignored. “Is she your next conquest or what?”

It wasn’t until Bruce was done reading the letter for the third time that he finally looked up and acknowledged Dick.

Alfred had also walked into the room, unbeknownst to Bruce.

“You OK?” Dick asked, now concerned with how silent Bruce had become.

“Master Wayne?” Alfred also urged.

“That was…my daughter,” Bruce finally muttered.

Dick blinked before his eyes grew wide in shock.

Alfred seemed less surprised, almost as if he had already put that together.

“Excuse me,” Bruce told them and exited the room.

———

Dick and Alfred must’ve warned the rest of the family not to bother Bruce in the cave. Usually he would’ve been disturbed by now.

Bruce had been at the computer for hours.

Alfred was the first person to come down, carrying a tray with dinner and tea.

The butler wasn’t surprised to find Y/N’s face all over the screens.

If Bruce had left any available information hidden before inviting Y/N to the manor, it was all out there now. Bruce knew everything about Y/F/N Y/L/N that was public knowledge – probably even some things that were not.

“You know, you did not seem all that surprised,” Bruce said to Alfred as he put the tray of food down next to him.

“Seemed rather obvious, didn’t it?”

Bruce quickly turned to look at him. “It did?”

Alfred smirked. “Her eyes,” was all he said.

“The color?”

Alfred shook his head. “As soon as she walked into the manor, they were reading me.” He tilted his head in Bruce’s direction. “Observation. Perception. Attention to detail...That is all you, Master Wayne.”

“The way she held herself,” Alfred continued, "Shoulders held back, head high, walking with purpose. No hesitation.”

“Also me?” Bruce asked.

Alfred simply nodded.

“I don’t think she liked me very much,” Bruce sighed.

He didn’t know how he felt about that yet.

“A lot of people think you don’t like them when you first meet them,” Alfred countered. “Because I don’t trust them yet.”

Alfred raised his brows and silently ask him, ‘Don’t you see my point?’

Bruce rubbed his face and reached for the tea on the tray, ignoring all the food.

“I don’t know why you’re so entertained by this, Alfred.”

“Yes, I was entertained. I just saw a younger, female version of you, Master Wayne.”

“I abandoned her,” Bruce shot.

“You didn’t know she existed,” Alfred corrected.

“And why do you think that is?”

Alfred’s face dropped a little bit when he noticed the envelope discarded on the far end of Bruce’s desktop.

He looked down at the ground as he asked, “Might I ask what the letter said?”

Bruce glared at the letter as if touching it would burn him.

But after a moment, he grabbed it and quickly handed it to Alfred.

Bruce,

If this letter has finally reached you, it is because I have passed.

I must admit that I wrote this letter mostly in the event that I leave my daughter before she is an adult. But once Y/N turned 18, I decided to still pass this along to you.

There is no easy way to tell you this, so I will get to the point.

The young woman who delivered this letter to you is your daughter, Bruce.

Y/F/N Y/M/N Y/L/N.

When I found out I was pregnant with her, I was only 18. We had just graduated high school. You had started traveling. You called less and less. And you grew more distant – physically and emotionally. Eventually, you stopped answering my calls altogether. I left you a voicemail, only saying that I so desperately needed to talk to you, that I needed you.

But you never called me back.

With no words at all, you made it very clear that you no longer wanted anything to do with me.

But there I was, a teenager who was pregnant with our child.

I would be lying if I said I never considered terminating my pregnancy. I was scared and you broke my heart. All I wanted to do was erase you from my life.

But I just couldn’t bring myself to do it.

Once I decided what my future was going to be, I also decided that I did not want you to have any part in it.

I knew even if you pretended to play the doting father and the committed partner, you would grow tired of us eventually. You would resent me and our child for bringing you down. And you would brush us aside for yourself.

I realized I would rather Y/N have no father at all than one who would only disappoint her over and over again.

To this day, I truly believe I did the right thing for all three of us.

There are not enough words to explain the complicated woman that Y/N grew up to be. But I will try my best. I think I owe you that at least.

Or maybe you have no interest.

I don’t know how she became so much like you, even when I never so much as showed her a picture of you or uttered your name.

She enjoys being alone – almost to her own detriment. I constantly catch her repressing her feelings, always staying strong for everyone else. It reminds me of you. She’s assertive and confident, never letting anything stand in the way of what she wants. Sometimes I don’t think she’s scared of anything. It worries me, just like it worried me when I thought the same of you.

I truly don’t know what you will do with this information.

But…if you have any desire to form some sort of relationship with her, then you should know this: she will not make it easy for you. She will push you away. And she might even hate you. I raised her to never need a man in her life, and she’ll make sure you know that.

I don’t expect anything from you. I never did.

But I would just like to know there might be someone who will be there for her should she need them.

Goodbye, Bruce.

Alfred slowly handed the letter back to Bruce when he was finished.

“I pushed her away because I knew what I was about to become,” Bruce explained darkly. “And I didn’t want her anywhere near it. She would’ve been in danger.”

“Y/N, as well,” Alfred added.

“But had I known…if I just listened to her–”

“Master Wayne, I thought we had agreed to never linger on the ‘what ifs.’”

That sure silenced Bruce.

“Now, what do you plan on doing, Master Wayne?”

———

Y/N frowned when her phone started vibrating and she recognized the name of her mom’s executor on her phone screen.

“Hello?”

“Ms. Y/L/N, how are you?”

“Fine. How are you?” She was quick, wanting to get this over with. Surely, he had bad news. Another medical bill came in or some other expense that slipped by them.

“Good, good. Just curious…have you placed any payments to our various claims?”

“Uhhh…no. But I’m working on it.”

Y/N hadn’t expected to get a call nagging about paying bills.

“No, no, no. You misunderstand. They’ve all been paid,” the executor explained.

Y/N sat up straighter in her chair. “What? That’s not possible.”

“An anonymous donor. They somehow got record of all your outstanding payments and covered all of them.”

Y/N was stunned to silence.

“Ms. Y/L/N…this is a good thing.”

She blinked and shook her head. “Right. Yes, of course. I just…thank you.”

“Don’t thank me. Thank this guardian angel of yours.”

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keilemlucent · 3 years

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(nsfw) ✧ (dark content warnings) ✧ (minors do not interact)

hawks | takami keigo x reader

wc: 1.7k

warnings: abuse, noncon/dubcon, yandere, vomit due to illness, delusion, reader is definitely not mentally well, brief description of injury, hawks is Not nice in this, reader has difficulty eating,

a/n: uhhh it’s 2am, time to post dark drabble lol!! i love like.... deep yandere stuff. when darling’s already been In It for awhile and worn down. mwah. chefs. kiss. anyways, here’s my take!

You want to know what rain tastes like.

Is it different than water from the tap? You had asked him one day. He chuckled but didn’t give you an answer. Just an easy deflection, something unrelated to pull your mind from the outside.

It is easier this way.

It’s so much easier to draw the curtains in the morning. Damn the sun, damn the light— You can take vitamin D supplements and pretend you don’t mind how dark the apartment is no matter the time of day.

It’s easier to ignore the multiple locks (seven. you count them sometimes to pass the time) that are bolted into the door. The time it takes him to open them with all their tumbling gears and thundering clicks is the preamble to his comings and goings.

You know to rise from your damn-near sacred spot on the couch to greet him. You go to him with a kiss on his cheek, and to give him hug so hard, it hurts. You can’t tell if it’s from the strain of your arms around his, or the pressure of his embrace around you. You don’t particularly mind either way. It’s the reminder you need that as empty and dark as the apartment is, he’ll always return.

Always.

You lock your hands behind his back, clasped below his wings. Routinely, you bury your face in his chest while he sways you. He asks about your day, but he isn’t listening. You don’t think so, but you don’t mind. Nothing you say means much, and every day is the same. You sit on the couch and stare at the floor. The walls. The ceiling if you’re feeling more adventurous.

You stopped watching TV alone months ago. No matter what you watched on Keigo’s big, sleek television, it was just a reminder. An awful, unavoidable reminder that the world is quite large, and you weren’t apart of it.

You couldn’t be. You were locked in place— one, two, three, four, five, six, seven — in the little apartment. Wasting away, as much as you tried not to.

...

“You need to eat, baby,” Keigo coax. He holds a deep spoonful of soup to your lips. It smells divine, like chives and cream. “Just a little. For me?”

‘For me.’

Your inability to stomach anything is his problem, just as much as it is yours. That’s just a fact.

“I don’t want to get sick again,” You squeeze your hands. There is a semblance of comfort in the action as Keigo inspects you. Searching.

It isn’t a lie. Your stomach growls and rolls, and it has been all day. Keigo has started to always leave ample leftovers in the fridge in the case you’d actually want to eat them. And you do. Sometimes, you even try! Really try. But the end result is always the same. Your head ends up dangling over the bowl of your toilet while you wretch and writhe.

Acid stings your throat for hours.

Despite Keigo’s... previous treatment, he seems genuinely concerned about this development. You’re hardly able to keep anything down, despite being well otherwise.

(You’re so unwell and have been for so long, he can’t begin to see it. The bruises are perpetual. The scars that you didn’t have a year ago are fixtures he can’t remember you without. The constant tremble you carry is from the drafty apartment, not from the deeply instilled fear you carry. The one he had branded (literally) onto you. Into you.)

(Fucker.)

You shake the thought off and open your mouth and accept the bite. And Keigo, bless his heart, is sweet enough to not shove the spoon to the back of your throat. He lets you suck the soup from it, quietly praising your work.

You manage to eat half the bowl before shaking your head, tummy already twisting in the worst, most familiar way.

Keigo gives you pills then. Four of them, all slightly different colors and shapes. You don’t know what they do, and you knew better than to ask (you’d gotten slapped across the face the first and only time you tried.)

The fourth pill is new, and Keigo, graciously, tells you that it’s for the nausea. That a special doctor is helping him help you. Isn’t that wonderful?

You’re so, so lucky.

(You hurl the next morning once the meds wear off. Your hands shake and your slam your fist into your temples. Begging. You’re not sure to who. Maybe to yourself. Your body. Crying for your wretched form to just stop hurting you. If you weren’t sick, things would be better.

Maybe, you’re begging Keigo. For help. To make it stop. To take care of you and coo that things will be fine as things are so completely not find that you can’t comprehend it. But he is the one who decides when you hurt. Shouldn’t he be able to make this stop?

Maybe you’re begging him to unlatch those — one, two, three, four, five, six— seven locks so you could dash into the world. Scream at the first person you see that beloved, pro-hero Hawks is so beyond deranged and fucked up. Maybe no civilian would believe you. But you were the evidence. You bore the slashes of his feathers. The perpetual imprint of his fingers on hips and thighs. You even had a brand on the bottom of your foot. K-E-I-G-O.

Maybe, you’re begging to whatever god you once believed in to kill you. You don’t care about the means. Be it your hand, or Keigo’s, or random chance.)

You spew into the murky water and try to forget.

...

Keigo’s special doctor comes by. You see the two exchange hands by the door when she first arrives. A flash of bills and coins. Paid off, part of you perks up. The doctor won’t talk about Hawks’ little captive. You’re sure it’s a handsome amount, based on the neutrality of her expression as she takes you in.

To care so little about something like you is hardly a surprise.

She examines you, collects some blood and other samples. Prescribes a few more medicines that have long and complicated names that are hard to pronounce. You try to forget them. You’re happy to be quiet. Sit next to Keigo while he wraps a wing around you and rubs your back in little circles. He’s warm and good, unlike the rot in your stomach.

Keigo praises you once she leaves, wrapping you up in him, scarlet feathers and all. Kisses your cheeks, telling you how well you did. How you didn’t falter, didn’t scream, didn’t let her touch you too much. How you were so perfect for him. You deserve a reward!

He treats you to fresh sheets and more kisses. The kind that feels like how lovers are supposed to kiss. There isn’t too much teeth or tongue, just slow, open-mouthed pressing that makes your tummy flutter in a good way (for once.)

“Isn’t this nice?” Keigo hums against your lips.

You nod, barely eager but not apprehensive either. Treading lightly on a carefully, self-cultivated path between wanting and revulsion. As good as it feels, you don’t want to give him. You don’t remember how.

His lips trail to your neck, to your collarbones. He pushes up your shirt and only leaves little pecks over your nipples and chest. No wounds that draw blood. No hickeys that last weeks.

You don’t realize you start trembling until Keigo has to grip your inner thighs to still you. So, he can coo blessed, little reminders.

“This feels good, doesn’t it?”

“I always make you feel so good.”

“You deserve this, all of this,” he says before pressing his lips to your clit. You’re just wet enough for him to fuck you on his fingers. Enough that when he bullies the bundle of nerves inside you, you coat his fingers in slick and whine. Your voice breaks, over and over, and little, unwanted tears leak into your hairline.

Keigo ignores them as usual. You can be so dramatic.

And Keigo, ever gracious, let’s you shatter on his fingers. Doesn’t make you beg, just whispered hushed adorations as you come undone on his tongue. He hardly toys with you after, and instead lets you fall into the sheets. Properly spend, though not exhausted.

You still shake, but that’s okay. It’s manageable.

Keigo cleans you up with a silken cloth. He wipes between the swell of your breasts, down your navel and to your cunt. His feathers ruffle as he does his work, clearly focused. There’s no speaking during it, only watching and observing.

“Thank you.” You speak without prompting.

Your words are dry and underused. Your lips feel chapped, and your vision is hazy in the dark of the bedroom.

Keigo gives you a smile (full of white-hot pride), clicking his tongue, “Of course, dovey. You deserve to feel good for me. I want you to. I like you like this.”

(He carries that same sentiment that no matter your ‘post-fuck’ state. Whether you’re twitching and dumb from overstimulation. Whether you’re bawling from pain and holding your hand over a too deep, ‘accidental’ wound. Whether your expression is blank, lips ajar, and face tilted to the ceiling.)

You can only agree with him.

What other option do you have?

...

(The doctor calls the following week. Keigo speaks to her in hushed tones from his office, muffled and stern. You only catch pieces of it.

“They do not appear to be suffering from anything specific illness.” The doctor pauses. “The weakness, fatigue, shakiness, forgetfulness, and nausea all seem to be tied back to prolonged anxiety. Constant surges of adrenaline that have pushed them to this point.”

Keigo doesn’t bother asking the source.

He knows it.

(And honestly? He seems a little proud.)

You return to settle on the couch. Ever practiced, you turn towards the door and find the locks.

One, two, three four—

That four one wouldn’t be too hard to pick, would it?

(You’d already tried months ago. It was just a chain lock, but Keigo had nearly snapped your wrist when he caught you trying to tamper with it.)

Five, six, seven—

Your stomach rolls and your hug your knees, still managing a smile when Keigo rejoins you. His wings flex, and he flashes you a golden smile. His phone is locked and in his hand, and you know he’ll ignore it for the night. He’ll wrap you in his arms and smother you with his wings.

It’s better this way, you remind yourself, turning from the locks.

#salem writes #tw noncon #tw dubcon #tw dark content #tw yandere #tw vomit #it's vomit from illness btw #tw self injury #please lemme know if i miss a tag #hawks x reader #yandere hawks #i might delete this or repost to my side blog sdklfjla #we will see #for now it is here

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justiceforvillains · 3 years

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So I wanted to share this fic idea with yall, OK so it's like a hawk x dabi x shigaraki x fem reader I think.

THIS IS NOT PROOF READ ------------------------ So Hawks is assigned to protect this girl because the LOV is after her sister, they want her to join them, and they threatened that they will kidnap her older sister, she was a student fighting against the UA when the LOV came and interpret the fight talking about how she wants to be stronger and they were going to give her that power soon after they recivied a punch in the face, so they did plan B which was kidnap her only family and kill her if she doesn't join. Hawks was surprised about all of this, because Dabi did not inform him about it, when he talked to Dabi he did not let him know that he's protecting the girl as a payback for not telling him. When he arrived at the your place which was a small apartment he is surprised, you were way too different than your sister, your sister was like a female version of Bakuguo, always fighting always yelling however you were calm very calm your voice soft when you speak even the way you moved was elegant. But the first thing he noticed was that you were blind you had a cloth wrapped around your eyes and on top you had sunglasses on, you seemed however super smart not asking too many questions and understanding the danger you were in, but you still had a soft smile on your lips. But somehow the smile seemed fake, but he didn't think much of it all he had to do was keep you company and make sure Noone hurts you, after a few weeks of living with you he got bored it's not like you were boring the complete opposite you would tell him stories from your childhood, you even mentioned that the reason your sister doesn't come to visit you was because she feels like she was the reason you're blind now, which was not true. He tried asking what you meant but you just smiled and changed the subject quickly, something he also like was you would make breakfast every morning he liked that a lot, but in the end he wanted to go out a little, he offered taking you with him, but you rejected telling him he can go ahead and leave.

Let's just say the flight did not go as Hawks planned, it was terrible, he came back to you real fucking tired and just goddam stressed, you asked him what was wrong, he's surprised you noticed, he made sure his voice sounded as friendly and cheerful as possible how did you pick up on it, you just reply with "your voice doesn't normally sound like that" So he starts to complain and somehow ends up being cuddled by you his head buried in your neck and you're playing with his hair. When you fell asleep first he carried you to your room and laied you down on the bed, he blushed a little remembering how you pulled him for a hug and how frozen up he's been, he smiled at the small memory he wants to protect you, wants to keep you safe and see more of your genuine smiles. Since then he became attached to you but you two don't have a relationship you're just friends with cuddle benefits, so there comes a time where he Had to leave you, which scared him, he gave you a feather necklace and told you to grip on it tight when you're in danger. So fast forward dabi gets teleported in your apartment, he stood taking on your small simple apartment, he found you sitting on the couch a braille book in your hands. He waited awhile taking you in, the LOV did not have a lot of information about you, they didn't even know what your quirk was, he's wondering why you wore sunglasses, and why you were feeling up the book's pages. You slowly closed the book and without him saying anything you greeted "hello there how can I help you?" in a way soft calm voice, which honestly surprised him seeing the situation you were in "you're not scared?" "not really I expected someone to come" you sounded like you didn't care, you must be really strong if you did not fear him one bit, he got his flames ready to fight. You on the other hand just took the feather necklace off, that's when Dabi noticed it "you're not calling the bird here to save you?" he smirks, you either are really strong or just really careless "if I get him here you might kill the innocent people in this building, right? It's easier to just go with you, I don't want anyone to hurt again because of me.... " you whispered the last part, he almost didn't hear the pain in your voice almost. You held your hand out "could you guide me? I'm blind" he's surprised by that looking at your hand then your face, you're coming in willingly? This has to be a trick, he believed that you were blind after looking closely he can see you had a cloth wrapped behind these sunglasses, he just said fuck it since he doesn't have much time before Hawks comes back, he grabbed your hand, they felt very soft. Anyways he gets you to the LOV missing the way your soft hand felt in his, and Shigaraki being the asshole he is just decays something infront of you to silently tell you to not try anything funny, Dabi just rolls his eyes "she's blind" it seems that the leader did not like the answer, he took your glasses and decays them, and then takes the cloth roughly off because he thinks you're playing them. All of the LOV just gasp once he took the cloth off even Shigaraki froze at the sight, you had no eyes it was straight out of a horror movie, you took the cloth back in your hands calmley wrapping it calmly back around your eyes again, Shigaraki still frozen and Dabi feeling a little bad about this whole situation, you seemed kind, but too kind, you sighed "my father got angry at my sister when we were younger, when I tried to defend her he did this to me" Now the whole LOV felt bad they had their family issues, and understood the pain you probably felt, but you didn't let it show, you just shrugged it off. After awhile of spending time in LOV you becomes good friends with Spinner, and you treated Toga as your little sister, you went along with all of the LOV except Dabi and Shigaraki Dabi would watch you from afar still not knowing what your quirk is, Shigaraki on the other hand never talked to you again. Until one night you heard a crash, you slowly walked to the sound of the

crash relying on the walls for support, you find that it coming for Shigaraki's room (Per Spinner's description) as soon as you go inside you heard him yelling at you "get out!!" "fucking leave!!" His voice sounded so broken so sad, you couldn't just leave, you crunched downand just hug him, he froze again not knowing what you're doing, hell he doesn't know why he's crying all of the sudden "I-I wasn't--I didn't do it on purpose I" and just cries harder. You didn't know what he's talking about but you assumed it was a nightmare, but before you could assure him, you felt pain go through your left arm, you screamed. Shigaraki looks in horror how you slowly start to decay and in a second the whole LOV is in his bedroom, they all watch in horror how your arm is disappearing. Dabi starts yelling "why the fuck would you do that!!!! What the fuck?!?!" Shigaraki is reminded of his child self and just crawls back, however all of the sudden you raised your right arm and dug your nails in you left shoulder and the decay stops and there's a white light coming from your hand. somehow you generate yourself to everyone's surprise. Shigaraki still had his eyes closed not really looking as he has his back against the wall, scratching his neck, you then whispered out of breath "Shigaraki its ok im fine please hold my hand" and he just stops to stare he does hold it with his thumb hovering just for a sec he felt calm before you were snatched away by Dabi, he carries you back to your room and throws you on the bed. You heard the door to your room click signaling that he just locked you in, you could hear him yelling at Shigaraki you can also hear the rest of the LOV calming both the men down, you sighed you just wanted to help not make it worse. From then on you were not allowed to leave your room often, you did explain that you can regenerate cells and that was your quirk, but they didn't let you leave one day Shigaraki came to your room to apologize for what happened and you just let him know that you don't see him as a monster and that you would like if he visited you more often, he didn't reply but you felt his hand wrap around your own for a second, it seems he was wearing gloves, you didn't comment. Another time was when you felt your door opening, at first you thought it was Shigaraki again but when listened closely "is everything ok Dabi?" "how would you know it's me?" "footsteps" you reply shortly "just making sure.... You still there" he mumbles quietly "you need a hug?" he laughs bitterly "giving out free hugs for bad guys that can kill you in a blink of an eye" "you sound like you need one" He huffs and comes over to you, one hand around your neck pushing you down on the bed getting close to your ear and whispers "don't get too comfortable doll face, the only reason we keeping you around is because we want your little sister to join us-" he stops when he feels arms wrap around him and play with his hair he just freezes the hand that was around your neck now laying on the bed. He didn't know what to do, he hadn't felt anyone kindly touch him in years, he just let's it happen not sure what was he supposed to say, he finds himself sleeping next to you he woke up in the middle of the night shocked that he had held you so tight you were just sleeping calmly he leaves immediately. Yeah that's all I have sorry

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harryhooksgazebos267 · 3 years

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Broken Trust~ Part 16

Paring: Bang Chan x reader; Mark Tuan x reader(arranged marriage)

Genre: Mafia au, angst, little bit of everything honestly

Warnings: Cursing, mafia life shizzle

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“Weren’t you the one who was just complaining about being bored and not having enough freedom,” Mark questions with an eye brow raised.

“Yeah but that doesn’t mean I want to go to a stupid party,” You complain while flopping down into the chair that sat in front of his desk.

Mark had just informed you about a party that he wanted you to go to with him. He claimed that it would be good for your public image and it would be a good chance for you to leave the house. Which was true but when you said you wanted a little more freedom, you meant away from him. You did not mean that you wanted to go to another party filled with old creepy men where you just had to smile and stay by Marks side.

“Y/n please, it’ll be fun. When was the last time you went to a party?”

“When Chan came back.”

“Oh...right,” He said awkwardly while scratching the back of his neck.

“Can I at least pick out my dress this time, I hated the one you made me wear last time,” You sigh out, realizing that you really don’t have a say in the matter.

Even if you didn’t want to go, Mark was going to end up forcing you to go so you might as well suck it up. No point in arguing with the young man.

“Yeah sure, do you need to go shopping or are you just going to pick one out of your closest? If you’re shopping I can send Irene-”

“Why do you make Irene go everywhere with me?”

“Aren’t you friends?” He questions a little confused.

“Bro are you serious? She snitched on me because she’s in love with you, what makes you think we’re friends?”

“She snitched on you because she cares for you, she didn’t want you making a dumb decision,” He stated with a little shrug.

“If she had it her way she would have killed me so she could be with you.”

“I would never be with her y/n and she knows that. You don’t have to worry,” he reassures.

“You think I’m worried about that? Trust me, that’s the least of my worries,” You inform him while standing up and going to exit the room.

“And no, I don’t need to go shopping. I’ll just wear one of my old dresses or I’ll raid Jihyo’s closet.”

Before you exit, you hear a knock on Mark’s door and a head pops into the room.

Speak of the devil.

“Hey! I hope I’m not interrupting anything but Y/n when you get the chance, I need to talk to you.”

“You aren’t interrupting anything Jihyo, I was actually just leaving. I’ll talk to you later Mark.”

As you two leave Jihyo shoots you a worried glance.

“Trouble in paradise again?”

“I just don’t want to go to this stupid party,” You mumble.

“Yeah me either but that’s actually what I wanted to talk to you about,” She says, her tone making you a little uneasy.

“Oh yikes, not liking that tone now,” you comment as you walk up to your room.

“Maybe it would be better if we go to my room, just in case Mark walks in,” She says, lowering her voice a little.

“Okay sure.”

“After about a minute or two of walking you finally make it Jihyo’s room.

“This place is too damn big, be taking me 30 minutes just to get from one side to the next,” You complain as you enter her room, sitting down on her queen sized bed.

“All jokes aside, what’s up?”

“Word got to Stray Kids that a party is happening tonight and they figured that Mark and you would be going so I’m almost 100% sure they’re gonna be at the party,” She informed you, walking over to her closet to go through her clothes.

“Well shit,” you mumble.

It had only been a week since your talk with Blackpink and you were kind of hoping that you would have more time before you saw all of them (skz) again.

“I was on the phone with Rosé earlier and she was telling me that Chan seems very determined to talk to you. When they told him the entire “oh yeah she doesn’t like you and actually wanted to side with Mark” thingy he really didn’t believe them so I don’t see you having an easy time trying to convince him.”

“This was such a dumb idea,” You groan.

“I tried to tell you,” She shrugs as she pulls out a red dress and holds it up to her body, looking in her mirror.

“You look good in red,” You comment, getting a little sidetracked.

“Thank you very much, I think I’m gonna wear this tonight.”

“You should. I still don’t know what I’m gonna wear, figured I’d raid your closet.”

“Well we can worry about your dress later, right now, we need to figure out what you’re about to do with the Chan situation. I don’t see how they plan to talk to you, Mark is probably gonna be glued to your hip the entire night.”

“Not if I tell him I want to have some girl time with you,” You suggest with a shrug.

“Still, I doubt he’ll keep you out of his view for long.”

“Well maybe we could use someone as a distraction....I could probably get a few members from NCT to distract him.”

“But would they do it? We thought that we would have Red Velvet on our side but clearly we don’t. So how can we be too sure that NCT will be willing to distract Mark? They might snitch.”

“The difference is, I should have known that Irene would snitch. Chan had already told me that she was in love with Mark so it didn’t really surprise me when she sided with him. With NCT, they have no reason to be loyal to Mark or to JYP in general. If we send Johnny, Ten, Kun, Jaemin, and Haechan, I think we would be good. Kun could supervise while the others can just be their dramatic annoying selves. I think that they could keep him occupied for awhile,” You explain, Jihyo nodding along.

“Well that clears up the Mark problem but that still doesn’t solve anything with Chan. I honestly don’t think he’ll believe you y/n.”

“Well they have to find me before they’re able to talk to me right? So if I just act all lovey dovey to Mark tonight then maybe he’ll have an easier time believing me.”

“I still don’t understand why you can’t just tell him the truth.”

“Well if I do what do you think is going to happen?” You question.

Jihyo sits and thinks for a second before letting out a long sigh.

“If you tell the truth, they’ll probably make a scene and all hell is going to break lose.”

“Exactly.”

“I mean it’s bound to happen either way, might as well push the date forward.’

“This is so hard,” You complain while rubbing your face.

“When you see Chan, you’ll know what to tell him in the moment. Whether you tell him the truth or not, just know I’m going to support you no matter what. I know you’re trying to do what’s best for everyone but at the end of the day, don’t forget that no matter what you do, a war is going to happen. It doesn’t matter what side you’re on.”

“I know...I’m just so scared of losing everyone.”

“But y/n, we’re in the mafia. Death and violence is normal in this field, you of all people should know that. You aren’t going to be able to save everyone.”

“But I can try, can’t I?”

Jihyo gives you a pitiful smile.

“Like I said, when the time comes to talk to Chan, you’ll know what to say. Just know that he is a very stubborn man.”

“Gosh you’re telling me,” You laugh remembering when you were little kids how damn stubborn and determined he could be.

“Come on, get up! Let’s figure out what dress you’re gonna wear.”

It took you way too long to pick out your dress but you finally found one that you were satisfied with. Once you were done, you quickly called up Kun and told him how you needed him to distract Mark so that you could slip away for a bit. He agreed, of course, and told you that he could inform the other boys. You were still in Jihyo’s room, touching up your hair and makeup when you heard a light knock on her door.

“Come in,” She called out as she was putting her earrings in.

Mark stepped into the room, wearing an all black suit with a black under shirt.

“You both look beautiful,” Mark comments as he awkwardly stood in the doorway.

“Thank you, you look handsome as well,” You say while standing up.

“Are you almost ready to leave?”

You turn to look at Jihyo who gives you a big smile and nods her head.

“Yeah we’re ready,” You tell him with a small smile.

“Great let’s go. Jihyo, I’m assuming you’re going to ride with us.”

“If you don’t mind.”

“It’s no problem,” He reassures.

The three of you make your way downstairs and file into the limo. Jaebum, Jackson, Youngjae, Mina, Sana and Jeongyeon join the three of you as well.

“Where’s Joy?” You ask Jaebum as the driver pulls out of the driveway.

“Why the hell would I know or care?”

“Aren’t you two dating or something?” You ask, a little confused.

“No, she’s just nice to play with when I’m bored,” He said with a shrug.

“You’re such a dirty pig,” You mumble.

Honestly, this side of Jaebum was still very new to you. He had always been kind and almost like an older brother to you but you guess it was just a facade to get you to trust him. He simply rolls his eyes at your comment and begins a conversation with Youngjae. The rest of the ride went by pretty quickly. The boys talking among themselves while the girls were laughing at all the stories Sana was telling.

“Well looks like we’re here,” Jihyo comments, glancing over at you to make sure you were alright.

“I’m only here for the drinks,” Jeongyeon states while stepping out of the car, making you laugh a little.

Mark and you were the last two to leave the car but before you could step out he stopped you.

“Listen, I don’t want you to feel like you have to stay by my side the entire night. I know I’ve have been very overbearing recently so I want you to have fun. Just promise me you’ll come and find me if you feel as though something is wrong.”

“I promise.”

You had been at the part for almost two hours and for the most part, you had stayed by Mark’s side, your arms interlocked together. Jihyo being with you as well. The plan was that Jihyo would stay as a lookout for Stray kids and as soon as she sees them she would go “order a drink” but she really would just be going to get Kun and them to come over. Mark was currently discussing some stuff with Jackson, Yixing from EXO, and Namjoon from BTS when Jihyo spoke up.

“I’m going to go get a drink, I’ll be right back,” She said, the boys paying little attention to her.

You felt your heart rate increase as you glanced around the room trying to find where Stray Kids were at.

“Are you okay?” Mark whispered in your ear, causing you to jump a little.

“Oh yeah sorry, I just zoned out a little,” You tell him with a fake smile.

“Are you sure because we can go home if you want,” He says while caressing your cheek.

“Ah no there is no need-”

“Mark!” You hear Johnny happily call out.

Mark pulls his hand away from you and goes to give Johnny a hug.

“Long time no see!”

Mark get’s so wrapped up in the conversation with the rest of the boys that he doesn’t notice Kun giving you a little nod and he doesn’t notice you slipping away. You kind of just wonder around because you still had yet to be able to find where the fuck Chan and the rest of them were at. Just as you were about to give up and call Jihyo, you feel a hand grab your arm.

“Looking for someone?” Jaebum asks causing you to roll your eyes.

“Even if I was, what’s it to you?” You sass back.

“Does Mark know you snuck off?”

“He was busy talking and I didn’t sneak off.”

You both stare at each other with icy glares, Jaebum being the first to break the eye contact.

“Y/n! There you are!”

Thank you god Jihyo for saving the day.

“I was looking everywhere for you,” She says as we pulls you out of Jaebums grasp.

“So was I before some rudely interrupted my searching,” You say, throwing JB a dirty look.

He raised his hands in your surrender before excusing himself from the two of you.

“What a dick,” You mutter.

“What did he even want?”

“He was asking if I was looking for someone and if Mark knew I had slipped away.”

“Well I guess you better hurry up and talk to Chan before JB goes to Mark.”

You nod your head as Jihyo begins leading you to where Chan was. Jihyo came to a stop at a side door in the room that lead to the outside. She scanned the area very quickly before returning her attention back to you.

“If you go out there, Chan is waiting for you. Blackpink are here and so is Felix and Hyunjin but they’re keeping a low profile. Sana should be here after she comes back from the bathroom so the two of us will keep a look out. If we see Mark or any one of concern will come get you okay?”

You nod your head while inhaling sharply. Jihyo softly pats your back as her saying one last “you got this”. Glancing around the room one more time, you quickly slip outside to go find Chan. Looking to your left, you see the outline of his broad shoulders as he sits on a bench, staring up at the night sky.

“Chan?” You call out softly, causing him to turn around and give you a wide smile.

This was going to be a lot harder then you thought it would be.

A/n: This chapter was a little slower compared to 14 and 15 buuuut the next chapter will pick up with the drama and tea lmao

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itsmalachitenow · 3 years

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BAT001- Down the Rabbit Hole

BAT001 – Case #0212403, taken from the files of Office 31 of the Gotham City Police Department

Statement of Alice Pleasance, regarding her close encounter with one Jervis Tetch.

-STATEMENT BEGINS-

I know. I know, okay? You don’t have to tell me. I know I don’t match the picture on my driver’s license. I’ve been meaning to get it redone. But when you’ve been missing for a month and a half, a lot of things you mean to get done get piled up, and it takes awhile to deal with them. If the hair dye and piercings bother you that much, I can just leave.

…I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to snap at you. It’s just…all of this has been awful for me. I think coming in and saying what happened, getting it all put down on paper, will help me process it. At least, that’s what my therapist says. You’ll have to bear with me. A lot of it is blurry now.

So….here we go. From the top.

It started with a hole in the road.

It was February 13th. …I don’t actually remember which day I disappeared, but that was apparently the last time anyone had seen me, so that’s what we’re going with. I remember feeling…sad. Lonely. You know that feeling when you see couples walking around everywhere and you’re single? Yeah. That’s it.

I was heading home. I work…worked at…a division of Wayne Enterprises. I was a secretary. I can’t do it anymore, though, after what that bastard did to me. But we’ll get to that.

I was taking a different route from usual. I thought I’d pick up some takeout on the way home, maybe a tub of ice cream, really treat myself, you know? To hell with valentine’s day and to hell with romance. Who needs love, right?

And…I guess part of me was hoping I’d find something interesting. Something to brighten up my day.

I turned down the street corner and was debating what I’d order from Dragon Palace when I saw the hole.

Now…you have to understand. This was a big hole. It was big enough to take up the entire street. I wondered if there was some kind of renovation going on with the sewers or repaving the road, but there wasn’t any kind of construction equipment or signs anywhere.

…but there was a stuffed rabbit.

It was a battered old thing. I think it used to be white, but now it was more of a dingy yellow color, with patches of fur scuffed off. Honestly, I got a creepy vibe from it. I remember staring into its big glass eyes and wondering if the kid who’d dropped it was better off for losing it.

And then it moved.

Not on its own, of course. I’m not an idiot. Something…tugged it, towards the hole, and it skidded across the pavement until the tugging stopped.

By that point, I was ready to get the hell out of there and go home the usual way. This is Gotham. I knew something fishy was going on, and I didn’t want any part in it. So I tried to turn around…

…and stopped.

Maybe that’s the wrong way to say it. I guess I should say, something stopped me from turning.

I could still move my feet, my arms, my head! But whatever had grabbed me wasn’t letting me do anything with them.

I saw the rabbit skitter a few feet forward again.

But this time, some force pulled me after it. It was…like someone wrapped a rope around me, and was pulling it like they were pulling the stuffed toy.

By that point, I was wondering if I was dreaming. I had to be, right? Even then, I recognized the similarities to that story—Alice in Wonderland? I know this is Gotham, and things are weird in Gotham, but girls named Alice don’t just chase a toy rabbit into a hole that spawned in the middle of the street. They don’t!

But it kept going. The rabbit would move, and then I’d move. It would move, then I would move. Until eventually the rabbit disappeared down the pit, and I was standing at the very edge of it.

My heart was beating so hard I could hear it, watching that stuffed toy fall into the darkness. I remember listening for it, waiting to hear it hit the ground…

…but somehow, some part of me knew that I wouldn’t.

I tried to fight back. But whatever was pulling me didn’t like that, and it gave one more hard yank. The next thing I knew, I was tumbling down, down, down into the dark.

This is where it all gets blurry for me. So…sorry in advance, I guess.

I was screaming. I remember that much, even though everything after the fall is…murky. I was screaming my head off as I fell down that pit. But somehow, the landing didn’t kill me. I hit something soft…mushrooms? Were they mushrooms? I think they were.

But now the rabbit was back in sight, and now I could see what was moving it. There was a bright red string attached to it, and it was pulling the thing along.

And now there was a bright red string attached to me, coming out of my chest, and it was pulling me right along after it.

I don’t remember how long I ran. It was a very long hallway, with twists and turns…I remember doors. But I didn’t give them so much as a second glance. I wouldn’t have, even if I weren’t struggling to keep my balance with the thread pulling me along. Some part of me knew…that they weren’t for me. Does that make sense?

Whatever. The doors don’t matter. The hallway doesn’t matter—it eventually gave way to…all these bright colors. It seemed like the landscape was changing itself around me. I remember flowers bigger than me, ones that waved to me as I passed them, I remember a technicolor forest…

…but we didn’t stop until we reached the tea party.

It was a huge table, about twenty feet long, covered in all kinds of teapots and cups. There were a few people sitting there. But…it was wrong. The whole thing was wrong.

A man and an older woman were seated across from eachother, drinking tea and chattering about something I couldn’t hear. But none of their movements were on their own—they had red string, the same kind that was attached to me, wrapped around all their limbs. Like puppets…they were like human puppets, being guided through the motions, with half-lidded and glassy eyes.

And sitting between the two of them was a man. That bastard—Jervis Tetch. I know his name now, but at the time I just thought he looked like the Mad Hatter had stepped straight out of the storybook. His fingers were entwined in red string, and he was playing cat’s cradle with them. Do you know that game? The one where you take a large loop of string and make shapes with it? That’s what he was doing—staring intently at his fingers as he moved the string and contorted it.

…and then he looked at me.

He stopped his hands, and the others at the table stopped what they were doing. They just…hung there, like marionettes. Lifeless.

Those huge red eyes were boring into me. He said my name, like a question. “Alice?” He tilted his head at me, like a kid might do at an unexpected toy.

I didn’t say anything. At least, I don’t think I did. I didn’t understand anything that was going on.

And then he smiled at me. That smile…it was horrible to look at. It curled across his face, wider than any human’s should be, with more teeth than any human should have. And what he said next, I remember more clearly than anything else in that horrible place.

“Your hair wants cutting.”

He never did, though. Cut my hair, I mean. In fact, I think my hair was his favorite thing about me—the way he’d coo to me as he brushed it…he ended up putting those same strings on me that those other people had. I couldn’t fight back—he was stronger than I was, especially once the strings were on. My limbs just…stopped working.

The rest of it is mostly a fever dream. We had tea parties and played croquet and ran about, all with me in some hideous Alice dress and parroting the things he wanted me to say. I begged him to let me go, of course. But he’d just tut and tap my nose. Something about me being ‘naughty’. Oh, I could’ve killed him.

None of it felt real. It was…it was bad. That’s the only way I can think to summarize it. Icky. Not right. Wrong. Jesus—listening to myself is painful. Any of those words, amplified a hundred times, wouldn’t be enough to describe the sensation that went on down there, down in ‘Wonderland.’

I saw him kill a man down there. Or maybe the man was already dead. Either way, when the Hatter took a pair of scissors out of his coat and cut the threads holding him up, he didn’t try to get back up again. The Hatter just shook his head, and I watched the dead-eyed man sink down into the floor like quicksand. How many others had he done that to??

Toys. We were all toys, to be discarded when we were too broken to be fun anymore.

There were dozens of people down there.

Not just anyone, either—some of them…some of them I recognized. Cheryl Reed, an older woman who worked in the same building as me—she was down there too, dressed up all in red and crowing for decapitation. She didn’t recognize me, even when I pleaded her to. Or maybe she was just pretending. When the Hatter stomped his foot and demanded we ‘stop that nonsense’, neither of us felt like fighting back.

Neither of us wanted to end up like that man on the floor.

…thinking back…I don’t think all of us were tied up. There was a man who was…different. I know he was different, because he could walk around on his own. No strings. And I never saw the Hatter dress him. Instead of the gaudy colorful clothes he put us in, this person was walking around in a drab brown business suit. He was…tall, yes, he was tall. Taller than the Hatter by at least a foot or two. Brown hair. Glasses…a very sharp chin.

He’d show up sometimes. The Hatter would get very excited when he came to the table, and he made me curtsey to him the first time he came. Introduced him as…J…something. It was a J name. Jonah? James? I guess it doesn’t matter. The name the Hatter gave him was ‘the March Hare’. Whoever he was, the March Hare made it very clear that he wasn’t interested in helping me, or any of us. He’d sit down and talk to the Hatter. I could never follow the conversation, or remember it clearly. …always something about ‘spirals’, I think.

But the important bit here is that the March Hare could leave.

He had a pair of scissors in his pocket, and he’d just….cut through the air, tear a large dark hole into reality, and step through it. The Hatter would stitch it back together with the same red thread he used on the rest of us, though the closed rip would eventually fade into nothing.

It’s how I escaped.

See, most of the time he would take me with him wherever he was going or whatever game he was playing. I was his favorite that way. But everyone else, he’d have them doing something on their own without him having to constantly keep an eye on them. I guess you could call it ‘autopilot’.

After some romp with the Walrus and the Carpenter, we were coming back to the tea table, and I saw a chance at salvation. The Hatter’s scissors weren’t in his pocket anymore—they were laying there, on the floor, just under the tablecloth. He must have dropped them! I knew I had to act fast—who knew when I’d get another chance?

I brought up some fake inconsistency—that the Carpenter had a limb loose, or something like that. I remember how agitated he got. Insisting to me that no, the Carpenter did not have a loose limb, all the strings were still tightly in place. But I kept insisting, and he actually started to doubt himself to the point where he finally buckled and was going to go back and check. He tried to bring me along, but I huffed and said my feet were tired, I wanted to sit down and drink my tea and eat my biscuits.

Normally he would’ve scolded me and made me come along anyway, but I think by that point I’d stressed him out enough that he just let me sit as he hurried off, and for the first time in what felt like years, I was alone again.

It took…a lot of effort, to move on my own. It’s probably the hardest thing I’d ever done. But I managed to pull against the strings, to bend down, to pick up the scissors. And I cut myself free.

The minute the blades cut through the first strand of thread, I knew I’d made a mistake. He’d felt it. And he was coming back. Fortunately, with my arm free, it was much easier to get the rest of the string off of me.

I almost didn’t get out. By the time I was off my strings, the Hatter was practically flying back towards me, angrier than I’d ever seen him. He was screaming at me, screaming at me to stop, that he’d punish me if I went any further.

I tried swinging the scissors through the air, and I almost sobbed when nothing was happening. No portal was appearing, no salvation was coming…I was going to be a doll forever, or until he decided he was done with me.

But then, a thought drifted through my mind. It was something one of my old lecturers at university had said. The gist of it isn’t really important here—but I remembered the phrase ‘fabric of reality.’

When I was thinking of that phrase, suddenly I felt the blade of the scissors catch on something, and I was quick to pull it down. Like you’d tear through a sheet of fabric in your way.

Just before he could grab hold of me, I dove into the hole I’d made.

And then I woke up.

…well…I woke up on the pavement, with paramedics and a crowd gathered around me, along with reporters. The missing Alice Pleasance, returned home in strange clothes, and…you know the rest. Read the newspaper articles if you really want a rehash of that. Honestly, lying there on the street, I thought it really was a dream, that maybe I’d just gotten hit by a car or something and blacked out….but there’s a problem with that. One, I’d been missing for a month and a half, and two, I still had the Hatter’s scissors. I’m leaving them with you. Lord knows I don’t want them. And maybe they’ll help in your investigation.

I cut my hair. It was the first thing I did once I was out of the hospital. I threw out most of my old clothes, all of them were too close to the costumes he had me in for my liking. And every time I looked in the mirror, I saw Alice. Sweet, sassy, stupid Alice, from the books. …I can’t even think of those books now without feeling sick.

I had to quit my job. I can’t focus for long periods anymore, no matter how hard I try. I just lose track of the time, and all of a sudden it’s four hours later than when I last checked. Most of the time, I just stay in nowadays.

…and that’s not all…

Sometimes, when I look around outside…I can see red strings everywhere. Covering everyone. Guiding them. Controlling them. It’s not real. I know it’s not real. And most of the time, I can blink a few times or rub my eyes, and the strings will be gone.

Jervis Tetch…that monster…he ruined my life.

I don’t know how you’d go about capturing someone like that.

But I really hope this helps you catch him.

Archivist Notes: The scissors Ms. Pleasance included with her statement are now in artifact storage, awaiting inspection. If what Ms. Pleasance says is true, this marks the first documented case where someone’s ever escaped from Jervis Tetch—alive, anyway, instead of lying dead in some back alley as if they’d dropped from the sky.

One other thing to note is the description of the ‘March Hare.’ It might be a stretch, but it aligns very closely with a missing person’s report that’s currently ongoing. The case of one Jonathan Crane, missing for at least a year, and appearing in proximity to dangerous individuals. Something to look in to.

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houses-of-lamentation · 4 years

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Can I request hcs about the brothers' reaction to MC that has a beautiful voice when singing?

Singing!

In Which . . . You happen to be an amazing singer!

A/N: wish i could sing, rip, but leGGO! lucifer’s is shorter for some reason?? idk im dUmb but it is still gOod i think

Lucifer

He was coming to your room to ask for an opinion on something

But then he swore he could hear singing?

For a moment, he thought you were listening to music.

The singing sounded so professional and just,,,beautiful— What else was he supposed to think?

Quickly realizes, however, that it is indeed your voice!

Probably takes a moment just to listen before knocking, causing you to go quiet

Doesn’t immediately mention that he heard you though. Just acts normal and asks what he originally wanted.

Before he leaves though? He’s all “A voice as . . . angelic as yours should sing more often.”

And he’s got this smirk before he leaves, leaving you stunned as hell

You better sing for him again, he might like it even better than his borrowed TSL record—

Mammon

You left your door open, which is honestly your first mistake. That just means the brothers can barge in whenever they want!

But it was only open a LITTLE so it should be fine, right?

WRONG

You were in your room, just doing some of your homework, and you were quietly singing to yourself.

But Mammon has no boundaries and was two seconds away from bursting into your room when he froze

Were you,,,singing???

He tries to look through the crack in your door just to make sure and there you are! Singing! Like that!

You just gonn make this boy melt like that, huh?

Unfortunately, he doesn’t stay very hidden for long before he puts too much weight against the door and tumbles into your room

You both just stare at each other for a moment until he blurts out that he wasn’t eavesdropping on you!

And he definitely doesn’t think your singing is the best he’s ever heard! Nuh uh, no way! NO! Humans can’t sing—

He is not blushing! HE IS NOT BLUSHING!

Does quietly mutter that you should sing more often if you want, before he scrambles out of your room in a flustered huff

Why did he even come to your room—

Leviathan

Aside from you and Levi, the house was empty for once. Surprisingly.

With Levi, of course, shut in his room, you were down in the kitchen trying to make something for yourself to eat.

And honestly, you pretty much had the house to yourself so you were going to let loose a little.

Yeah, you did start singing to yourself a little. It didn’t seem like much of a problem!

Except

Levi had left his room to get something to drink for his upcoming gaming binge.

And he heard you. Singing???

Stood just outside for at least several moments just trying to process his thoughts.

You?? Sounded?? So?? Good??

He had somewhat of a crisis for a moment because GOSH, you sound like you could be a famous singer if you wanted??

And he started panicking because he can’t like your singing! That would be such a betrayal to Sucre Frenzy, wouldn’t it?

But you sang so good! Maybe he’s allowed to like your singing better?

You catch him and he looks like a deer in headlights.

Maybe you’re flustered but he practically sprints back to his room without another word so maybe he’s more flustered?

Eventually will whine to you, without thinking, one day because he hasn’t heard you sing for awhile—

NOT THAT HE’S MISSED HEARING IT— OH NO WHAT HAS HE DONE—

Satan

You were both in his room at the time. It was just a nice little afternoon thing, ya know?

He was sat in his armchair, just reading a book and you were laying on his bed, doing the same

Just a quiet little afternoon!

Maybe you got bored, or just distracted! Maybe you were multitasking, but you just started to quietly hum underneath your breath.

It was quiet, you didn’t think Satan would actually hear you.

And honesty, he didn’t at first. He was really invested in his book, but he soon notices the very melodic humming.

When you eventually stop, he immediately speaks up.

“What did you stop for?”

He was listening?!?! You watched him sit there and flip pages for several minutes!

As if noticing your confusion, he’s quick to inform you that he can easily do both.

“I can read and listen to your singing at the same time. Please. Give me some credit—”

He won’t outright say it, but he clearly wants you to continue and as soon as you do, he gets this little smile as he turns back to his book

He’s soft, what did ya expect?

Asmodeus

You were showering in Asmo’s room, which again, your very first mistake.

His bathroom was clearly superior and you were already in his room at the time, so it made sense.

He did try to convince you to let him shower with you, this is Asmo—

Did shove several skin care products into your arms though when you declined! At the very least, you can indulge in some self care, alright!

He promises not to peek and, okay, at first he doesn’t. But then, he’s very sure he can hear some ANGELIC singing coming from the shower.

Eventually pokes his head into the bathroom and yep, it’s YOU singing.

As if Asmo didn’t absolutely adore you before, you’ve somehow managed to win him over even MORE.

Probably has a whole battle over whether or not to interrupt you and squeal about how good you sound, or to wait!

Fortunately, he waits. Just swoons over your singing until you get out, honestly.

When you get out, he’s immediately gushing about how good you sounded and how he can’t believe you kept your voice a secret!

You could have been seranading him this whole time and you chose not to? Rudest thing that’s ever happened to him—

Asmo can sing, as we all know, so he immediately wants to sing with you whenever you give him a chance.

He probably can’t stop freaking out, gotta be honest. It’s just one of his new favorite things about you, honestly.

Beelzebub

You were in the kitchen one day, probably on cooking duty or just attempting to cook something for once, either way!

You thought you were alone and you were, at first—

So yeah, you started to sing and hum a little. You were kinda bored and it made sense, ya know?

Beel eventually came into the kitchen to raid the fridge, as he usually does. You were too busy to even realize it.

He catches you singing and for a moment he’s confused? He’s never heard you sing before but you sound good, so why don’t you sing more?

Probably gets his food, and stands there for a moment, just listening to your voice

“You should sing more often.”

He says this suddenly, and he’s kind of in the middle of eating so it’s a little muffled, but it gives you a whole HEART ATTACK

Why didn’t he tell you he was there?!?!

Now you’re flustered and coming down from heart palpitations, all while Beel is just standing there completely oblivious.

After some silence, he’s probably gonna ask what you’re making as if none of that just happened—

But he does really enjoy your voice and he was right, you should sing more often!

Belphegor

You were just sitting on the couch alongside Belphie, whose head was in your lap

He’d fallen asleep awhile ago, so you were pretty much just by yourself

You were scrolling on your D.D.D for the time being, all while listening to some music too

So yeah, you did start humming along to the song you were listening to

You didn’t think Belphie would wake up!

The song ends and he’s just like “Why are you singing?”

Rudest thing ever.

But it’s not your fault! You thought he was asleep!

You’re probably flustered and he’s so unbothered and just like “I didn’t say you were bad.”

Oh wait, he’s blushing? Look what you did!

Sing him to sleep, please.

He’s going to nonchalantly ask you to do it out of the blue anyway, just to get a reaction out of you. So you might as well!

He doesn’t need the help to sleep, but he does enjoy your voice being the last thing he hears before he falls asleep.

#obey me #obey me!#obey me shall we date #swd obey me #obey me swd #obey me leviathan #obey me mammon #obey me satan #obey me headcanons #obey me beelzebub #obey me lucifer #obey me asmodeus #obey me belphegor

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whattodowithace · 3 years

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Circuits & Wires (Seyoon)

Title: Circuits & Wires

Paring: Seyoon x Reader

Genre: Fluff; Slight Angst

Count: 5431 Words

Writer: Whattodowithkpop [Lio]

Summary: Who would’ve thought one of the android prototypes would work in the actual office. But he seems too human to be an android...

A/N: This story is discontinued, but I spent a lot of hours on it so I still want to post it, but I was worried I was doing this story an injustice. I love it too much to ruin it further. I hope you enjoy the beginnings of this story :).

*****

“How did you get hired at AND Corp?”

This was a common question I received when I told people about my employer. My response was always the same and cleared up all confusion that someone could have.

“I’m just the secretary.”

AND Corp was the biggest company of the 22nd century, bringing the world things like the first Hoverboard model, current models of flying cars, and their latest invention, helper bots. These bots being the prototype for androids that AND Corp had been working on since their startup.

Because of their reputation, only the ridiculously smart got hired into one of their five departments. It was the only company worth working for since they basically controlled the world because they supplied society with everything that we used.

It was a huge honor to be able to work in the company, even if it was just the secretary position. It was hard being the only person in the room without an IQ of 170+, especially when they expected everyone in the company to have the same intelligence level as them. Secretaries here needed patience and a harder shell, but that didn't mean it still wasn’t difficult.

I push the glass door open, walking swiftly to my desk, placing my belongings in their assigned spots before starting my day.

I walk through the empty office, making my way towards the coffee station on the other side of the office. My steps quick, but not hurried as I walk my habitual route to the station.

Five coffee machines were lined up on the marble countertop. Individual coffee cups were stocked neatly in a small cabinet next to the machines. Coffee mugs were stacked in the next to the cabinet, creating a efficient assembly line.

This was just one of my many tasks to complete in the morning before the office workers came in. The secretaries usually worked three or four extra hours versus everyone else in the building. I honestly believe that the secretaries are the glue that keeps this place together.

I had gotten everything down to a T, finishing all the morning tasks in perfect time as the first employees began to enter the building. The floors were small, so you always saw the same people everyday, only having about 20 people on the floor. As they enter, I keep track of who enters, recognizing the faces of my colleagues as they filed into the spacious office space.

My eyes meet deep brown ones as a man with silver hair enters the office. His eyes were hiding behind a pair of thick framed glasses, that framed his handsome face perfectly. He was on the shorter side, but it was easy to tell that he wasn't weak or scrawny underneath his crisp black suit. His hair was styled professionally, but still modernized to enhance his features.

I tilt my head in confusion as I notice the employee badge around his neck displaying his picture and his name which I couldn’t see from my desk. He smiles warmly as he gives me a bow, which I return. He shows me his badge quickly as he passes, not stopping to say any greetings. After his back is to me, my eyes glue to my computer, checking emails and messages to see if I had missed one about a new employee. I send a quick message to my superior, asking him about the silver haired man, to which he replies ‘he’s going to work on our floor starting today.’

I felt a wave of relief wash over me knowing I hadn’t let in unauthorized personal onto the floor. Still, I wondered about the man, we hardly had any interesting news in this company, much less our specific floor, so anything new or changed was exciting. My eyes were drawn back to him when he came back to the main room with all the office desks. I secretly hoped he would sit at the one closest to my station, cause honestly, it would be nice to see such a nice looking young man every once in awhile against the boring scenery of the office.

The office gods must have been upon me as he took the desk right in front of me. He must have felt my stare for he looked into my eyes, offering another warm smile, one which I returned but turned away as I felt my face heat up.

The end of the day drew near, and it went much like any other day. I had done my duties and the office treated me the same as it always did. With the exception of the new guy. He hadn't talked a lot, but he was the only one who offered me a please when he asked for copies and the only one who thanked me throughout the day as I refilled coffee and kept inventory stocked.

It always shocked me, since I wasn't used to it with the rest of the office. I began to take a quick liking to the new employee, his presence making me feel comforted as I realized I had someone who had appreciated my hard work.

Lunch was an interesting time as well. The secretaries of each floor tended to eat together. It was hard to sit and listen to the smart analysts and coders discuss intelligent workings, so the secretaries flocked together to talk about day to day life and usually they tended to gossip, but I usually zoned out during those parts. However, the conversation was quite a bit different this time. The new guy joined the secretary table, offering smiles to each of us as he gave me a quick bow exchanging a hello. I could see the shock and panic on the rest of the girls at the table, some of them blushing as they looked at the handsome young man. I smiled as I watched them fangirl over him, enjoying it because we never had this much excitement in the quiet building.

During that lunch period, we all found out his name was Kim Seyoon. He was very dismissive about his family and even his younger years. I smiled fondly as I noticed his shy apprehension. We didn't press him too hard as we just enjoyed his quiet, lovely company. He seemed very curious about us and asked us a lot about our lives, mine in particular when he noticed I had strayed from the conversation. I didn't want to get the wrong idea so I brushed it off, but I would be lying if I said I didn't feel my heart skip a beat more than once during lunch.

At the end of the day after everyone left for their homes, I would be the last to leave, cleaning and setting up desks for the next day so the geniuses could have a clean enviornment to work in. If the pay for this job wasn't so good all of the secretaries would've left by now, but the owners know that so they keep our pay high to keep us happy and to keep turn over down.

The last ones left in the office this chilly night were Seyoon and I. He was still typing on his computer as I worked around him, doing my best not to disturb him with too much noise or by crowding his area. He worked late into my shift to the point where I was done and he was still working. I didn't want to bother him, but I worried slightly for the newcomer and decided to address him and check up on him.

"Seyoon, I'm heading out for the night." I tell him quietly, his dark brown eyes lifting to meet mine behind his rounded glasses, his nose scrunching to push them back up his face, making me smile at his cuteness. "Do you need anything before I go?"

He smiles softly and shakes his head. "No, I'm okay. Thank you for all your help."

I smile back at him, bowing in respect before taking my leave. "See you tomorrow."

Little did I know that that was just the tip of the iceberg for Kim Seyoon. I figured his kindness would lessen the more he worked. I expected his caring attitude to stay, but his appreciation to begin to dwindle like it had done the others. But with time, he became more gracious and more appreciative. He always used kind words with everyone and often helped those who needed it, even when they were too prideful to ask for it.

He had helped me countless of times, helping me with heavy contents or staying late to help me organize the desks and to clean up the office, no matter how many times I told him it was fine, he would insist on helping.

There were even some nights where he lent me his suit coat, insisting I take it because the office was cold and he didn't need it. Many of the secretaries began to tease me about it, finding it adorable that he always seemed to come to my aid. I brushed it off and denied everything involving him, including denying feelings for the platinum haired boy. I denied it all, but as the days continued, my heart would skip more beats and my nerves would increase with each passing day as my feelings for him grew.

I tried to make it obvious to him, worried he wouldn't like it if I made the first move. I gave him more hints as the days passed, staring at him a little too long, brushing against him gently when I passed him things, anything to make it painfully obvious that I was into him.

He never took the bait. Either he wasn't interested or he was just too pure to realize my advances. I thought hard about if I wanted to make the move. It was a tough decision, but I hadn't had feelings like this for someone in a long time. I had been so busy working I didn't have much time for a dating life and I really didn't have time to even meet many guys. Suddenly, one falls into my office and not only is he handsome, but he is sweet and caring to add to it. I didn't want to let the opportunity slip even if he would reject me.

I watched as Seyoon stood to get ready to leave. As usual, we were the final two people in the office and he offered to take me to my car. He said he always worried because some weird guys would wait in the parking garages and he was worried they would try something one day, especially if it was late enough. Just another thing to add to the list of heart palpitating things Seyoon did. He smiles as I approach him, walking next to me as we reached the elevator to the garage floor.

“Seyoon?” I call out to him, catching his attention just before we reached one of the many elevators in our building.

He looks over to me, his eyes meeting mine as he gives me his undivided attention.

“Are you going to dinner?” I ask him, suddenly, a surge of boldness running through me as I wait for his response.

He nods with a smile. "Are you?"

"I am." I smile at him as I feel the nerves bubble in my chest. "I was wondering, it you would like to go to dinner together?"

"I would like that." Seyoon agrees as the elevator doors open inviting us in.

I follow Seyoon into the small box as he hits the number for the parking garage. I look anywhere but him as I feel the butterflies multiply in my stomach, but my head tells me he doesn't understand the motive behind my request which makes my heart sink.

"Should we ride together?" He asks, breaking the silence.

I nod with a hum of acknowledgment , ignoring the fast beating of my heart as I think of being with him alone as we drove.

“Where should we go?” I ask him, trying to keep the silence from going awkward.

“You can choose.” Seyoon smiles as he looks up, twitching his nose slightly to push his glasses back up to his eyes.

I nod, starting to think of place to go to fit the mood and hopefully a place that would give me enough courage to wear my heart on my sleeve.

Seyoon drove carefully to a restaurant that was nice enough for a couple going on a date but casual enough for friends or co workers to have a casual dinner together. My hope was that this dinner would eventually become both scenarios.

My nerves grew as I watched him drive quietly. The street lights illuminating his figure only slight as he passed under them. I could feel myself fall more for him as I studied his features, my face heating up as I watched him, everything he seemed to do was perfect. His calculations down to his driving. This thought making me even more nervous.

We arrived at the restaurant after about a twenty minute drive. We were seated immediately and were quickly offered menus. We talked quietly amongst ourselves, but I don't remember much of the conversation. I was too nervous to pick up any of the words he said to me or to remember the words I said to him. I started many times to get the sentence out, but would chicken out last second. It took a lot of courage to get the conversation started, but I finally pulled that courage together to speak up.

“I actually called you here to tell you something.” I confess as I begin to twiddle my thumbs in nervousness.

Seyoon stares at me, but not with a stare that made feel inferior, one that made me feel confident.

I sigh out heavily as I look into his eyes. “I wanted to tell you that you’re really sweet and really kind and I have fallen for you charms. I know you haven’t worked here long, but I really wanted to tell you...” I trail off, looking away from his face.

All I could hear was my heart beating rapidly, it seemed to drown out the soft music that played throughout the restaurant. Only his next words stopped the thumping in my head completely, making all my thoughts stop in the process.

“You’re the sweet one.” He says quietly, making me jerk my head to him.

He held a small smile on his face as I felt my body heat up.

“I’m an android.” He states, his eyes boring into mine.

My heart drops as I open my mouth to say something, but no words come out.

“I wish I could return your feeling, but I’m incapable.” He continues, his face appearing to show sorrow, but I wrote it off as a machine learning mechanism. “I’m just here as a test to see if a prototype android is ready for the workforce.”

“I am so sorry, I had no idea!” I exclaim as I feel embarrassment flood me.

“That’s okay.” He reassured me, somehow making me feel better. “No one is supposed to know, so you really had no idea.”

“I won’t say anything.” I promise him as I look back down to my plate, my appetite leaving me.

“I hope we can still work together closely?” He offers, his voice now beginning to sound more monotone the more I hear it. “I don’t really feel emotions, but I do know I feel a sense of accomplishment when I work alongside you.”

His words shouldn’t make my heart beat anymore, but here it was, beating out of my chest. “I would like that.”

The rest of the dinner was spent like I had never confessed to him, our conversations comfortable and casual as they had been over the past few months. I knew he could never reciprocate my feelings, but I also knew my feelings for him wouldn't dissipate just because he was android. I was content with staying his friend and having his as a close companion, even if it wasn't the way I fully desired.

Weeks had past since that dinner. Nothing really changed, which made me happy. Our work habits and tasks continued to intertwine and my feelings never went away. It was strange, even though he was an android, an android created to show no emotion and to just do what he was told, he seemed to care for minor things.

It was little things that I started to notice, things that made me realize why I had been fooled into thinking he truly had feelings like any human would. He would walk to work from his apartment, one that the company worked out for him so they could fully test all of his functions, and he always arrived early. It was an admirable thing and something I had admired even now knowing he was an android. But it was what he did on his way to work that shocked me, shocking em because it was something I never expected an android to do.

In the alleyway, next to our corporate building, is a communal meeting place for the stray cats and kittens around the area. I had always tried to capture the kittens before they became too feral to be tamed, but I wasn't the most capable in that department. I would bring them by actual cat food cause it was cheap and they really did bring me joy on my commute to work as I saw them play with each other on the sidewalks.

One morning I was walking on the sidewalk, following one of the new kittens that had been birthed over the springtime. Said kitten was walking with a purpose, but would occasionally get distracted by a bug or a wrapper that flew in front of his path.

We reached our building and the kitten slid into the alleyway quietly, his tail rubbing against the building as he cut the corner. I followed him quietly as I pull out the bag of cat food I had brought with me, turning the corner to offer the strays some of it.

I stopped dead in my tracks as I saw Seyoon's back to me as he leaned down, the kitten running in between his legs and rubbing against his pants suit. I tilted my head as I watched Seyoon, the smallest of smiles on his lips as he petted the orange kitten that meowed up at him.

"Do you feed them?" He asked suddenly, making me jump in surprise.

"Well... I..." I stuttered out, not preparing to hold a conversation with him seeing as I thought he didn't know I was there. "I do, when I can."

Seyoon stands up and turns towards me, stepping closer to me, my heart beating quickly as a reaction.

"I'm glad you do." He stated as he looks back to the orange kitten who had reunited with his other cat friends. "No one else pays them mind."

"But you do." I commented as I lean down separate the cat food in piles so that the older cats wouldn't swat the kitten away.

"I can't do as much for them as you can." He said quietly as I stand back to my feet, looking into his eyes.

As I look at him I could have swore I saw a swirl of emotion behind his eyes, but it quickly left when he blinked back at me.

"I wish I could do more." I confessed as I looked back to the cats and kittens that ate the food happily.

"I think you'll be able to one day." He offered, making me look at him as I felt my heart rate quicken even more than it was already.

I cleared my throat as I stood there avoiding his gaze.

"We should head inside." He suggested as he walked out of the alleyway, stopping just before rounding the corner. "I'll walk you to your desk."

That was just one instance that I had seen compassion from him, making me question weather androids had more emotions than the company realized, maybe more emotions than the androids even realized.

It seemed as though I was just falling harder for Seyoon, making me wonder if I had just been so deprived of a relationship that I was having these thoughts about a creation that supposedly couldn't feel. I had done hours of research on Seyoon's android prototype, wondering if there was anything more to learn that could help me work through this childish crush, but none of the manuals had a section under 'what to do when you fall in love with an android'.

Seyoon was a full android, no natural emotion was to come from him. They said that he would pick up facial queues and would replicate them to have the illusion he did have emotion, but none of his actions would support those feelings.

I still couldn't shake the gut feeling that he had some emotion. He seemed to get more human every day. His facial expression conveyed feelings yes, but his eyes grew more and more sentient every time I looked into them. His facial expression became more natural and his words carried a feeling that was more than I felt an android could produce.

My feelings for him never staled and it was because I felt a connection, one that most people would call me crazy for, but one I was sure was there. His feelings were real and I could feel them and I wanted to see them come to light.

The end of another day approached as the usuals begin leaving. Seyoon and I were the last ones, as usual. Most of the time Seyoon would stay behind to help me finish my work. His proficiency making the tasks go by faster. However, this time, he was the last one working. I had finished my work for the night and realized the Android bent over his desk as he wrote quickly, faster than I’ve ever seen any human write.

I approach his desk, pulling the chair from his desk neighbor to sit next to him.

“How’s it going?” I ask him as I mean an elbow in the desk to watch his face twist in concentration, making me heart pound in excitement at the realization of his face showing emotion.

He looks up to me, smiling mechanically as he assures me. “It’s going well, I’m almost done.”

I nod as he goes back to work. “You don’t need any help?”

“I’m really okay, thank you.” He replies as he goes back to his paper.

“You don’t need your pencil sharpener?” I ask him as I play with the dull pencils he had put aside on his desk.

Seyoon stops writing, putting his pencil down to focus his attention on me. I feel my body heat up as his eyes focus on mine.

“You really don’t need to stay and help me.” He smiles slightly. “I really can handle it on my own.”

“Seyoon, please.” I beg him as I give him puppy dog eyes. “You help me very night with my tasks and you do it without complaint. I know you don’t need my help but let me stay with you, even if all I do is keep you company or get you a sharp pencil, please let me stay with you.”

Seyoon’s eyes dance in amusement just for a moment before he goes back stoic. “Okay.” He agrees, making me squeal in excitement.

“What do you want me to do?” I ask him as I scoot my chair closer to him.

“I want you to lay your head on the desk, on your hand facing me.” He directs, my body following his order. “Now close your eyes.” I do as told, shutting my eyes tightly. “And just stay like that.”

My body straightens quickly. “Seyoon I’m not sleeping.” I glare at him. I suddenly grab the pencils he had thrown to the side and angrily walk towards the sharpener. “I’m sharpening these for you.”

I don’t wait for his reaction as I walk to my desk where the sharpener was. It was set there for my convenience, I was the only one that did the sharpening anyway.

When I look up from sharpening, I see Seyoon looking at me. His eyes fixed on me, making me feel embarrassed. I focus on the pencils, the quiet machine sharpening the lead, it’s low buzz engineered to not disturb any work.

I continued to do small tasks for Seyoon as he calculated numbers at his desk. It was hard to find tasks that could help an Android, but the ideas quickly dwindled.

I sit next to Seyoon after getting him and myself a cup of coffee. I lean back on the desk, my eyes focused on his fingers that write the numbers and words.

“I’m going to be here for awhile.” Seyoon speaks up, making me jump in surprise. “You can go home.”

I shake my head. “I’m okay. I’ll stay with you.”

He stares at me for a moment, making heat rush through my body. It felt like an eternity of him staring. I watch him push his glasses up with him nose, making a rock gif my stomach at his cuteness. This jolts me out of my trance, looking away from Seyoon to my coffee that steamed against the cold office air conditioning.

I notice Seyoon begins to write again, his movement capturing my attention. I rest my arms over each other, leaning my head down to them to watch his hand closely. I could feel my eyes heavy as I watch his rhythmic strokes. I decide to rest my eyes just for a moment, exhaustion settling in for me.

I don't remember falling asleep, but I remember opening my eyes in a confused state, not recognizing the surface I was resting atop of. I lift my head, rubbing my face, focusing my eyes to recognize the office. I realize I'm the only one here, making me stand in panic. I worry about Seyoon for a split second before I realize his suit jacket was draped across my shoulders.

Butterflies erupt in my stomach as I pull the jacket around me, it's heaviness keeping me warm. I smile to myself as I think about the weight this would carry for a human, the thought making the butterflies reach my heart. I stand from his desk, noticing his papers and utensils still on his desk. I call out his name quietly, hearing no response through the small office.

I decide to venture out in search of Seyoon, I had nothing better to do anyways. I walk out of the small office, his jacket securely around my shoulders as I walk the halls of the quiet building. It was probably well over midnight by now, so even the late nighters were at home, resting in their beds.

I reach the cafeteria, the giant floor to ceiling windows reveling the night life of the beautiful city. You couldn't really see the stars because of the skyscrapers that lit up the area around them, dimming the lights in the sky, but the moon was in full illumination. I felt awe as I looked out over the city, feeling the urge to feel the wind against my skin to feel the full effect of the atmosphere.

I knew it would be a bit chilly, but I wasn't worried because of Seyoon's jacket would keep the brisk wind from my arms. I walk quickly back the way I came, arriving at the elevators to the roof. The ascent was quiet, even the elevator music had stopped this late at night. It carried me to the rooftop terrace, the wind greeting me as soon as the doors open.

I step out before freezing just outside the elevator. At the ledge stood a familiar figure with his back towards me. I feel my heart quicken as I observe him in the moonlight. His platinum hair seemed to glow in the moonlight, his tan skin shining beautifully as he leaned on the ledge to look down at the city.

I gulp as my feet carry me towards him, my nerves skyrocketing like they did the night I confessed to him. I approach him quietly, leaning against the ledge next to him to copy his movements.

"Did you sleep okay?" He asks, breaking the silence as the wind blew over us quietly.

I nod towards him, looking over to him. I suddenly worry about the wind against his thin shirt, quickly taking the jacket off myself to offer it back to him.

He smiles at me, pushing his glasses up with his nose as he often did. "You'll get cold. You keep it."

I nod as I feel a blush wash over me, making my heart beat quickly. I place the jacket back on my shoulders, warmth immediately coming back to me once the padded shoulders reach my body.

"Do you have more work to do?" I ask him after a moment of silence, the city seeming quiet this late at night.

"I finished for the night." He tells me, looking up to the sky where the stars were barley visible.

"Then why are you still here?" I ask him, my attention fully on him.

He tuns to look at me and when he does a shiver runs through my body. His eyes held something, something I hadn't seen from him, but had seen in other humans. The amount of emotion in his eyes was powerful and made me forget, once again, he was an android.

"I didn't want to leave you." He states simply, his words piercing straight through my heart like Cupid's arrow.

The world around me feel silent, all I could focus on was him in that moment and I couldn't tell if it was just my hopeful imagination or if he was feeling the same way as me.

A power gust of wind pushes me off balance, bring me back to reality as I clear my throat and look away from him. "I'm sorry for making you stay later."

"You stayed for me." He reminds me, making me whine in protest.

"You always stay for me and the one time I stay for you it still ends up you staying for me." My eyes fill with frustrated tears as I look at him.

It was probably from exhaustion, but this moment made me want to cry. I think he could tell because he gives me a soft smile as he steps closer to me. He lays his hand on top of my head gently as he pats my head a couple of times.

"I will always stay for you." He whispers as his hand falls from me. "I don't know why I feel like I need to, but I do."

My heart explodes at his confession, my feelings for him running deeper with each passing second. Before I can even register words for myself, he speaks again.

"You need to go home and get some rest."

I nod, finally, as I clear my throat. "Yea, I should head home."

"I can drive you." He offers, making me smile with a nod.

He drove me home that night, the time being 2 in the morning as he wished me a goodnight. I left his jacket in his car before making me way up to my apartment. Once inside I crash on the bed, not even bothering to change into pajamas. I sigh out heavily as I think of the night's events, my heart never once calming since the rooftop. My mind knew that it wouldn't work, but my heart wanted it so desperately to work. I fall asleep with these thoughts, but my heart doesn't fully slow until I slip into unconsciousness.

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fr-jedicreed · 3 years

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Inescapable Punishment

TW: Abuse, body horror, gore, hints at sexual abuse

Note--all dragons are in gijinka’d forms, unless otherwise noted!

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Moen couldn’t remember the last time he felt fresh air on his face. Had he ever been outside? He’d been in his master’s home and business for so long... He couldn’t remember. And...how did he get outside, anyways? Had he walked out of the building? Had Master brought him out here? Why? Master never let him out of the building...

Even his mask was gone. His eyes were covered with a cloth, but the mask was gone. He couldn’t see, but he could feel. And smell. He lifted his head, nose to the air, as he sniffed. So many scents...! What was going on? Curiosity got the best of Moen, and he wandered further. He smelled. He listened. The more he walked, the louder things got. Voices. Moving of carts. Machines. The sounds of footsteps. Moen felt his heart race with excitement. It was all so new...! Why had Master not let him go out? This was amazing!

A rare smile came onto his lips, as he started walking a little faster. He could hear more talking, feel the sun on his face, and--

“Whoa!”

Moen ran into something--someone--and stumbled back, tripping over his own feet, and landing on the ground. The one he ran into didn’t seem angry, though instinctively Moen flinched, tensing up for a blow. Instead, he heard movement, and that someone was close.

“You okay there, buddy? We crashed pretty hard.” they chuckled, though from what Moen could hear, they sounded male...

“M--Moen’s f-fine...” he wheezed, his voice sounding strange without the mask to filter it, making him tilt his head at his own, “Moen’s fine...”

“Strange way of talking, huh?” chuckled the one that was knelt down close to him, “You lost? You seemed to be looking around a bit. Though...erm...’looking’ as an objective term...”

He felt fingertips graze against the cover over his eyes and Moen jerked back, “N--No! D-Don’t touch! Moen’s...M-Moen’s eyes...are damaged. Master is taking care of th-them...”

“Er...Master?”

Moen nodded.

The one he ran into was silent. But before any more words could be uttered, something--someone else--bumped into Moen, nearly causing him to sprawl on the ground. Though he did anyways, as an angry voice hissed out.

“Watch it! Move it, you idiot!”

That was anger. That person was angry. Moen whimpered, covering his head, tensing his body up, ready for the blow. But it never came. The nicer voice spoke up instead, not angry.

“You move it!” he called out, before going back to Moen, “Hey, you okay? He didn’t hurt you, did he? C’mon, let’s get you out of the street.”

“S-Street...?” Moen raised his head. The ground underneath of him was vibrating slightly, with people, carts, and various other moving objects. Where ever they were, it was busy. Moen slowly stood up, though he flinched, as he felt a hand under his arm, helping him stand.

“Easy, it’s okay. I’m not going to hurt you.” said the other. His hand felt warm on Moen’s arm, and he couldn’t help but shake a little, wanting nothing more than to lean into that touch. How long had it been, since he felt a kind touch? Master hadn’t touched him in awhile, especially kindly. Maybe if Moen continued to be good, this one person will touch him some more...

“C’mon, let’s go get you some ice cream. You sound parched...!”

“Ice...Ice cream...?” Moen tilted his head, confused.

“Do...Do you not know what ice cream is?”

Moen shook his head.

The other sighed, but it wasn’t an aggravated sigh, “Man, you are missing out, my deprived friend. Let’s go broaden your horizons!”

Minutes later, Moen was sat down, with something cold in his hand. What was this? He moved his head closer to smell it, only to touch it with his nose. The coldness of it startled him, and he jerked his head back with a soft noise. The one next to him chuckled, and he heard him lick.

“Try it! You’re gonna love it, Moen.” he said, chuckling.

Moen tilted his head again, before turning to his ice cream. He moved closer to it once more, and stuck his tongue out, giving the cold treat a lick. Feeling it so cold on his tongue was weird, but it was so...!

“Sweet...!” squeaked Moen, making a happy noise, before going back to his ice cream. The other beside him laughed, gently patting Moen’s shoulder, making him lean into the touch with another noise.

“See? You’ve been missing out!” he laughed, good-naturedly. The two fell quiet for a moment, licking their ice cream, before the other spoke up again, “Say, uh...you keep saying ‘Master’ a lot. Is that literal, or just part of some...erm...play thing...?”

“Master owns me...Moen.” said Moen simply, taking another lick of his ice cream, “Whatever Master says, Moen does. Otherwise, Moen gets punished severely. A-And...And it hurts...”

“He hurts you, Moen?” asked the other, his voice soft and...concerned? Moen hadn’t heard concern in awhile. It made him pause, looking over at the other dragon. Or in his general direction.

“Only if Moen is bad...” wheezed Moen, nodding, “Moen tries t-to be good...honestly...!”

He whimpered, going back to his ice cream, mind flashing with images of the several, horrific punishments that his master had dealt out. He bore the scars of several of them. And his eyes, sewn shut, was another punishment...

“Hey, hey.” That gentle voice came again, and a warm hand rested on his shoulder, “Let me help you. Let me confront this master, and we can get you to freedom, okay?”

Moen whimpered, leaning into that gentle touch again, “B-But...”

“I can handle myself.” He could practically hear the other smile, “I may not look--erm, sound--like it, but I’m pretty strong! C’mon, let’s go have a ‘talk’ with this Master of yours.”

He heard the other stand up, and Moen followed, finishing his ice cream, “Moen’s master is the surgeon of the city. His name is Theadoch.”

“S-Surgeon? That creepy guy I keep hearing talk about?” asked the other, and Moen could feel him shiver.

“Moen’s Master is a good surgeon. Not good with others, but he does great work.”

There was a sound of movement from the other, before he gently took Moen’s hand. Moen almost instinctively jerked his hand back, but he grasped him tightly, fingers trembling as he let the other lead the way. Thoughts of freedom went through Moen’s mind, for the first time.

Would it be nice to be free?

Could he be free?

...Did he deserve to be free...?

It didn’t take them long to get to the building. He heard the other let out a low whistle, as they stopped at the front door, “It’s so creepy. Surgeon building, in the middle of nowhere, in some alleyway... Yeah, not suspicious at all.”

He sighed, and gently squeezed Moen’s hand, “Right, let’s go inside.”

Moen heard the door open, and he smelled the familiarity of the building, his home. His prison(?). They walked further in, and the one with him called out, the volume making him jump.

“Hey! Bastard, I need to talk with you about this guy!” he called out, “What gives you the right to--?!”

It happened so fast. Moen heard the door slam behind them. The other gave a shout. There was...a growl. A low, otherworldly growl. A rush of air.

Then Moen knew no more.

Moen woke up to a sharp pain in his side.

He groaned, as he slowly sat up. He felt at the pained side, relieved to feel no wetness. No bleeding. But it still hurt. Probably broken. The next thing he noticed, was there was a strange smell in the air. Moen sniffed, before carefully getting to his feet, holding his side.

“F-Friend...?” he called out, his voice even more hoarse than before. He couldn’t feel the cover over his eyes. But the more he tried to open them, the more the sutures pulled at his skin, making them hurt. He didn’t want to be in pain anymore, so he kept them shut.

“M-Moen friend...?” he called out again, carefully moving down the hall. The smell was getting stronger. What was that? It was similar to how Theadoch’s operating room smelled, after a surgery. But it was different, at the same time. Either way, something twisted in Moen’s stomach. Something wasn’t right.

Something was very wrong.

“Fr...Frien--”

Moen paused, as his bare foot landed on something wet. It wasn’t water. Too thick to be water. And the smell was very strong now. He curled his toes, making the substance squish between them. He sniffed the air, turning slightly, hands out. When they touched something that wasn’t the wall, he turned towards it. His hands wandered over the thing in front of him.

Soft.

Wet.

Warm.

Moen’s breathing quickened, as his hands continued to explore. Everything felt wet. He felt something hard briefly, but it too, was covered in a wet substance. He heard a whistling noise in front of him. He reached up. He touched a face.

Horror gripped him, and he let out a strangled, anguished cry, his trembling hands wandering over what used to be a person. What used to be someone who helped him, who talked with him and gave him ice cream. And while his eyes were sewn shut, his tears stung at the sutures.

The one that helped him was practically up on display. His arms were removed, leaving bloody stumps. His legs were degloved, and he was disemboweled. His chest had been ripped open, ribs broken and spread to look like wings coming from the gory hole in his chest. His lungs had been removed, attached to the ribs, as if a hanging decoration. And his throat had been all but ripped out, leaving him no way to scream. To top it off, his spine had been extended, making his head detached from his body, by a few extra vertebrae.

“This is what you get for disobeying me, Moen...”

Moen turned around, just before being backhanded and sent sprawling onto the ground, right into the fluids that coated it. Visceral fluids, not just blood...

Theadoch stood there, Arcane energy crackling around him, menacingly. He was upset. More than upset, he was angry.

“You disobeyed me, Moen.” he hissed, before snarling, “I never gave you permission to go outside!! Why did you go outside?!”

“M-Moen just...just...” he stammered, before yelping out as he was grabbed by his hair, and pulled to his feet. Barefoot, he slipped on the fluids on the ground, nearly falling, if it wasn’t for the fist in his hair.

“You didn’t think, you useless sack of flesh.” growled Theadoch, shoving Moen aside, “You’re never to go outside without my permission, that should’ve been a given! And now, it’s time to punish you... And you need to be punished in a way that you’ll remember...”

Moen’s eyes widened, and for a split second, he saw through the sutures, as they ripped enough for him to see. The pain and blood in his eyes became too much, and he squeezed them shut, as tears mingled in, “I’m s-s....Moen’s sorry, p-please...! Don’t p-punish me, Master, please....!”

"Oh, there’s no begging out of this one, Moen.” purred the Arcane demon, a wicked grin coming onto his face, “Naughty boys get their guts rearranged, while they lay awake on my table.”

Moen sobbed out, and quickly fell to his knees, moving forward and grabbing a hold of Theadoch’s robes, “Th-Then u-use Moen, please...! I’ll do it, M-Moen won’t say or do anything, u-use me as y-your toy Master...!”

He obediently opened his mouth, drool dripping down, as he moved towards Theadoch’s crotch. But instead of something soft, he got a knee to the mouth as a ‘reward,’ making him cry out, as he sprawled on the ground.

“I’m too pissed to get off, you fool!” shouted Theadoch, stomping forward, “You don’t deserve to taste my dick, or have it inside of you. The only thing that’ll be inside of you, is my hands, as I remove your organs, and place them in reverse order, as you remain awake.”

He grabbed a handful of Moen’s hair, dragging him along. Moen struggled, crying out as he tried to get free. Tears and blood streamed down his cheeks, as he grabbed at Theadoch’s wrist, trying to free himself, his pleas falling on deaf ears.

Freedom was just a dream.

There was no freedom for him.

He let out one final scream, before the door to the surgery room was slammed closed. The force of the door made Moen’s only friend jar so much, that his head finally snapped off of his overextended spine, landing with a loud thud, into his own fluids...

#Clan Lore #c: Moen #c: Theadoch #MIND THE WARNINGS PLEASE #I posted this late I made a tactical error

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raz-b-rose · 4 years

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Donsy Week 2020: Day 2: Family

This one took a slightly different direction than previously planned, and I think I’ll try to continue it another time.

Words: 1507

@donsyweek

“Dewey sit down, Louie stop touching everything,” Donald sighed, gently pulling the toddlers away from the edge of the cart, sleep deprivation causing him to blink slowly and for far too long. He looks for the oldest, to feel annoyance building when he spots him.

“Huey if you pick up that candy one more time-” He cuts the treat off, not quite sure how to punish the sugar crazed toddler. He was the less mischievous one, but his brothers didn’t have to do much convincing for causing trouble. Huey dragged himself back to the cart, Donald placing him back with his brothers.

He finally stops, resting his head in his hands. The cart was barely full and they had already been here an hour. Maybe he should get a babysitter to go shopping? No, that money was needed for work days. There had to be some trick to doing this, three ducklings was not a rare occurrence after all, just not the average.

“Donald?”

His head snaps up, locking eyes with someone he hadn’t seen in far too long. He flushes a little when the butterflies resurface, even after all these years. She smiled softly, hair pulled back, a workout band settled on her forehead. A quick glance affirms that she must have just come from a workout, a far cry from himself.

He flushed even further when he mentally took in his own appearance. Milk and food stains on every inch of his clothing, heavy bags under his eyes, and he’s pretty sure he has food stuck to his head feathers too.

“Daisy, wow it’s been awhile”

“I’ll say, I didn’t know you had kids,” She stepped to the side of the aisle with him, smiling apologetically to the other patrons.

“Oh uh,” His stomach lost altitude, falling fast, crashing at his feet. Her brows crease, clearly confused by his reaction. “They’re Della’s”

“Oh!” He smiles softly, as she turned pink, and everything about her seemed to relax, “That’s good to hear, well I mean, oh”

“It’s ok, I understand,” He laughs, waving off her.

“How is she?”

Donald should have known the question was coming, but it still struck quite the blow to him. It hadn’t even crossed his mind to inform the girls, Minnie and Daisy, he had been so caught up in the changes to his own life. Well that's not true, Daisy still crossed his mind quite a lot.

“Well, she..huh..” Donald struggles, looking at the wide innocent eyes of his nephews with a tired grief that has seemed to become such a heavy part of him. A weight he would never be rid of.

They each voiced questions, hard to decipher from the minimal language skills and that they all melded together. Donald sighed as his exhaustion grew. Taking care of three curious boys definitely took a toll on the body and mind.

“Oh” Daisy whispers, drawing his attention back to her.

She had never been one to cry when they were younger, always tough as nails. She was the first to start fights and the ones to finish them. Loyalty was a strongly held belief of hers, and she may not always be the most gentle vocally, but you would always know she cared.

Seeing her cry now, so openly in public of all places, was not only a surprise but so encouraging. No, encouraging wasn’t the right word. He did feel relieved in some twisted way though, that he wasn’t alone in the grief anymore. That she cared for Della enough to cry over her loss.

He really hated himself for feeling that.

“Sorry I never told you,” He murmurs quietly, awake enough to remember they were in a crowded building with many ears perked for private conversations. But not enough it seems as a few shoppers slowed down their browsing to hover. He glared at each of them, unfortunately they kept their backs to them.

“Donald, “ Daisy grabs the front of the cart, pulling gently to lead them to a different part of the store. “You not only lost your sister, but became a parent, that's a lot for anyone to handle”

He smiled, reminded of why he had liked her so much. Her words were kind but her tone held that bite that said, ‘argue with me and die’.

“You’re not wrong about that, they are quite the handful, “He sighs as he pulls a bag of food from Huey’s grip again. Ignoring his whining to continue to try and get some shopping done. He yawned, slowly down in his walking.

Dewey and Louie started to whine as well, a chorus of I’m bored, are we done yet, and I’m hungry. He answered each one, you can play with your toys at home, not yet but soon, and we will eat after.

“It sure seems like it,” Daisy chuckled softly.

Donald doesn’t know when she started helping him, but he welcomed it the same. He could actually inspect his options without having to keep a third eye on the triplets. The rest of the trip went by smoothly, and found it weird how quickly they fell back into that rhythm they had back in school.

Donald had never admitted he liked his best friend the way he did, and ran away to the Navy when she had gone across the country for college without, he felt, enough of a warning. He had been hurt and upset, even more so when their conversations grew further and further apart until they only wished eachother Happy Birthday’s and Merry Christmas’. Even that he hadn’t done the last two years, the reminders of those days rendered him a further shell of himself.

“This explains your radio silence,” She said softly, helping him load up the car. He glanced at her as he wrestled Dewey into the car.

“Yeah,”

That's all he can say? Yeah? Why was it suddenly so hard to talk to her?

“Donald listen,” She moved to the other side of the car, Louie far to content to finally be held to let go that soon. He smiled softly as she bargained with him to let go of her shirt, bucking him in quickly and gently. With practiced ease Donald noted, the smile falling from his face.

She stands and sighs, clearly thinking over her words, awkwardness still between them like a thick fence. It felt so impossible to clear away, to return to who they once were. Honestly, it was. Donald was a parent now, and Daisy was doing who knows what.

They couldn’t go back to being those carefree highschoolers, hanging out at the local arcades and parks, blissfully ignoring the ruckus they took with them everywhere they went. They couldn’t go back to the late movie nights with too much junk food or the spontaneous early morning road trips to the next town.

They couldn’t go back and Donald wasn’t sure they could ever move forward.

“Why did you leave?” Donald busies himself with Huey, avoiding Daisy’s searching gaze.

“I was running away”

That was not the answer he was expecting, and Daisy only smiled sadly at him.

“You see, I really liked you and didn’t realize it until senior year and it really freaked me out. You were, are?” She starts to ramble, “my best friend. I thought that if I left then we could continue to be friends and things would never change.”

“Things always change, unfortunately,” Donald sighs out, pushing the cart to the return.

“I was stupid,” She sighed.

“Me too, I didn’t react the best to you leaving, I said some pretty heartless things.”

“Yeah well, I started to ignore you,” she winced, “That just feels worse.”

They both laugh softy, sharing a hug. Donald started to cry, his mind and body finally taking that critical hit.

“Are we still friends Don-man?” He smiled at the nickname.

“Always D-easy, we just have a lot of catching up to do”

“Yeah, a lot has happened”

“Do you have time to come over?”

Daisy smiled again, Donald relaxing himself, remembering the last time he saw her smile like that. It was just before Senior year, and they had just finished their final summer adventure. The sun was setting as they sat on the manors roof, snacks piled around them trying to drag out the final hours for as long as possible.

She had looked so relaxed and content. Her eyes were soft and she had said that this next year would be their best one yet. She had been so hopeful and talked about all the different things they would do and all the pranks they would pull, a final year of chaos she had called it.

“Yeah I do,”

Donald knew that him and his family would be ok now. He didn’t have to do it alone anymore, now that he has his best friend back. The boys were all he had until now, and even though

they didn’t say it, he knew, she was staying around for good this time.

#donsy week #donald and daisy #donald duck #daisy duck

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silentexplorer18 · 5 years

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Soulmates: A Draco Malfoy Short

Summary: There’s a saying in the wizard world that the world changes color when you meet your soulmate. Is it really true?

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x reader

Warnings: Tiniest details of injuries. Not the best writing in the world? Soft Draco? Possibly slightly OOC Draco?

Note: This fic was inspired by @humdrummoloch‘s prompt #1556 (”Can I stop pretending to care now?”). As soon as I saw it, I immediately thought of Draco, and this is the idea that came from it.

Read it here on AO3.

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There’s this old wizard saying that meeting your soulmate will change your view of the world. By that, the world was meant to turn the color of your soulmate’s eyes after your first glances together. Honestly, though you’d heard the words repeated throughout your youth, you’d never expected the rumors to be true.

That is, until Third Year when you accidentally bumped into Draco Malfoy in the hall. In that instant, stumbling to scoop up his books for him, ignoring your own almost completely, your eyes darted up to meet his silver ones when your vision blurred, the world turning into grey tones, silvery highlights glinting around you as the faintest shade of blue tinted the shadows. That sensation lasted until he’d shoved your books into your hands, surprised with how focused you’d been on rectifying the mistake you’d made in causing him to drop his belongings rather than gathering your own, and brushed by you in the hallway.

Despite every doubt in the past, you knew that your vision change was something special. You knew he was your soulmate.

At first, you were bashful about it, casually sending an extra glance or two toward the Slytherin Prince during meals or in classes. However, as the weeks progressed, the feelings in your chest only continued to bubble and grow, threatening to erupt on accident if you didn’t take the reigns and tell him soon.

So that’s what you did. Bashfully, you asked the blonde if you could speak with him privately. He shot you some odd looks, but relented, following you into a quiet hallway of the castle with little protest. Waiting for you to speak, he quirked a brow, and your heart could’ve melted on the spot.

With a rushed breath, you pushed the words that had been gnawing at you off your chest. “I think we’re soulmates.”

If anyone were to ask Draco Malfoy, he would say he was much too dignified to snort, but, to you, the noise that came from his usually dapper features sounded an awful lot like a snort of derision. “You and I? Soulmates? Where’d you get a foolish idea like that?”

Your face deflated. Of course it was foolish to think that Draco would welcome you with open arms, but you had hoped nonetheless that he would give more merit to the concept of soulmates.

Yet you knew even then that you had to fight for him to accept you; he was your one true love, after all.

“My vision turned silver when I made eye contact with you that day I bumped you in the hallway,” you explained.

He scoffed at that. “Your vision turned silver? What a tale. The hallway is dark, cast in shadows; that was certainly what you saw. Your vision couldn’t have changed, mine didn’t. That’s merely a story old wizards and witches spew to children.”

The truth was, he didn't recall his vision changing, but even if it had, the color of your eyes wouldn’t have been that remarkably noticeable in the dark hallway that day. The change would have been faint at most, thus he probably wouldn’t have perceived it.

“I know what I saw,” you murmured, eyes imploring him for belief.

“Well I don’t, but we simply cannot work. I have a status to uphold. So I suggest you go back to your daydreams and stop focusing on this soulmates nonsense,” he stated, immediately hating the crestfallen look that washed across your face. “I’ll see you in Transfiguration,” he stated, providing you with a polite nod.

With that, he walked away, leaving you to ponder what to do to gain his belief.

The next time you pulled Draco Malfoy away from his life, it was during his free period. Again, you implored that he listen to your thoughts. You knew that somewhere deep inside his heart, he must care about soulmates, but he shut down your idea as fast as the first attempt, reminding you that people like you and people like him don’t end up together.

However, he isn’t cruel in his tone, nor in the way he sweeps past you, back inside the castle to the safety of the dungeons.

And that gives you hope. Only a sliver, mind you, but hope nonetheless that he doesn’t hate you.

That’s the first step.

After all the times you’ve pulled him from his studies, wandered up to him while he was alone to argue your case, he’s begun to grow quite fond of you, a fact he’d never choose to admit to anyone other than himself.

However, that doesn’t mean the feeling isn’t there.

He finds your persistence charming in an adorable sort of way, and the bubble of passion in your voice each time you speak to him in particular warms his heart in a way he seldom gets warmed.

Thus, he’s chosen to walk the fine line between being kind enough to keep you speaking to him but curt enough to keep you from thinking you have a real chance ever being with him.

It’s selfish, he knows, but you’re too delightful, too different from any of his other friends, for him to try to be rid of you for good.

So your conversations have become kind of a game to him, a small moment in time where he allows himself to be playful, humorous, and witty as he refutes your notion that the two of you belong together.

When you traipse up to the bench he’s sitting on, eyes scanning the weathered novel in his delicate hands, he can only moderately hide the delicious smirk working its way across his pale features as you sit down beside him, turning your bright smile toward his face determinedly.

“Draco, please, hear me out,” you say quietly but surely, eyes boring into his mildly amused gaze. “I know I’m not your ideal fantasy of a girlfriend,” you began, eyes fluttering to look toward the Black Lake, noting the gentle rippling of the water, “but I know we’re soulmates. I know we’re meant to be together. There has to be a reason for it. And maybe you’ll like me; you won’t know unless you try.”

Your eyes connected back to his silvery ones. Those mesmerizing silver eyes that so captivated your mind, haunting you with hope whenever night would fall, the darkness forcing you into your own mind.

What you couldn’t see behind Draco’s novel was the deep frown that adorned his lips. He hated when you would speak like that. Even if he couldn’t date you, couldn’t love you out of the significance of his social status, his mood would bubble over in dislike, near anger, when you’d put yourself down. Why couldn’t you see that he didn’t want you because of social status? Why couldn’t you understand that you were a marvelous creature in his eyes, a beauty anyone would be lucky to have? Why couldn’t you understand that were he anyone else, he’d have already snatched you up? Why couldn’t you fall in love with a good man?

As he gazed at you, watching your eyelashes flutter as the breeze tumbled across your cheeks, lips closed in concentration as you awaited some form of an answer from Draco, he couldn’t help but marvel at your beauty, at your persistence, wish for one scarce moment that he could take you up on your offer. You could almost appear stoic, unconcerned under Draco’s intense gaze, had it not been for the glimmer of hope clearly discernible in your eyes.

You wanted him to try for you.

You wanted him to want you.

And you’d never once stopped hoping he’d change his mind about you.

But he couldn’t. He couldn’t change as mind as much as he wanted to.

So he tried to turn you down gently, giving you a signature smirk as he drawled out, “Can I stop pretending to care now?”

As much as it hurt to hear those words, the look he fixed you with seemed a little playful, and you tried your best to not let the disappointment show on your face as you retorted back, “As if you ever pretended to care to begin with.” With a sigh, your eyes raked across his face one last time before you rose from the stone, a soft, “Just think about it, Draco,” falling from your lips and echoing through the boy’s mind as you sauntered off toward the castle.

You didn’t come to him the next morning, but that was remarkably understandable.

Both of you were busy worrying over the quidditch match that would occur later in the afternoon.

The day was heavy with stormy weather, thunder shaking the window panes of the castle and causing first years to jump in surprise with each booming clap.

But the match couldn’t be cancelled.

The game would go on despite the weather.

And that had Draco worried.

You were a strong flyer, but even the best of broom riders could falter under such intense weather.

So when the match commenced, Draco was hovering high in the air, eyes trailing for the snitch that would end the match. After all, the sooner it ended, the better. However, despite his searching, he’d still find his eyes flickering back to you every once and awhile. He wanted to know where you were on the field. He wanted to assure that you were okay.

You, meanwhile, were occupied as you zipped across the field, hunkering down on your broom and squinting against the thick sheets of rain. It made everything impossibly difficult to see, but that wouldn’t stop you from trying your hardest. You wanted to win, obviously.

With the heavy rain, it was difficult for Draco to see the snitch. He could barely see the opposing team’s seeker as he flitted across the pitch in search of the golden flash that would relieve everyone from the hideously soggy situation. While waiting for that tiny golden flash, his eyes trailed back to you, noting the way you were beginning to struggle against the weather.

It was a battle after all, as the wind whipped around you. And that left you less protected. Putting up your defenses against the weather lowered them against other things.

Like the bludger that was hurtling for your side.

The bludger that you didn’t notice until it had walloped against your shoulder, pain instantly searing your arm.

On a normal day, you would have spun down to the ground in pain or hunkered against your broom to finish the game with gritted teeth.

But this wasn’t a normal day.

The hit threw your momentum off, and instead of leaning from the side as you normally would, you completely slipped from your broom, the water slick on the handle providing far too little traction to keep you upright.

With a gasp and small scream, you tumbled toward the muddy dirt, eyes screwing shut as you prepared for the impact, realizing in that instant that you were going to die today. You were going to die, snap your neck for not paying enough attention. With closed eyes and a terrified breath, you hoped it would be over before you knew what hit you.

And it was partially true as your body made impact.

But it wasn’t with the ground.

It was with a body. A warm body.

Your eyes flew open, and you realized you were sitting sideways on a broom, legs draped over one of Draco’s. His arm was around your back, other poised in front of you on the broom, steadying the two of you as he slowed. Your eyes trailed his face, seeing nothing but worry in his eyes, and that broke you.

Flinging your good arm around his neck, you pressed your face under his jaw, sobs wracking your body as the terror of everything caught up with you. “Thank you,” you breathed into his neck, gasping as you felt his lips press against your hair gently.

“Just breathe. You’re safe. I’ve got you,” he murmured, arm curling protectively around your waist.

As he swirled down to the ground slowly, as gently as he could manage with the steady wind, an announcement rang through the air. The other team had caught the snitch. But, honestly, Draco didn’t mind anymore. All he cared about was making sure you were safe.

After dropping down to the ground, he gently picked you up, cradling you in his arms as he carried you back to the castle, back to Madam Pomfrey to heal all your injuries.

He stayed by your side the whole time, silent and protective, hand holding your uninjured one, tracing patterns on it gently to keep you calm.

When you’d been allowed to depart, you stopped Draco in the hall with a gentle squeeze of his hand. “Thank you,” you stated, earnestly, shyly, with an air to your voice he’d seldom seen, unsure of what his compassion meant.

Pulling you against him again, he tentatively wrapped his arms around you, placing the gentlest of kisses against your temple. “I know you think you’re not perfect for me, but you are. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted. I just don’t want you to get hurt. I don’t want my family to scare you away. You deserve better.”

Your face burrowed against his chest. “Draco, you’re the best.” He scoffed slightly, but your words soon quieted him. “You’re the best to me. You’re the best for me. Always. Let me show you?”

His stubble scraped against the top of your head as he nodded. “Okay.”

Neither of you truly knew if the world changed color that day. It could have easily been a cloud flitting before the sun or a passerby obscuring the light. However, it didn’t seem to matter much as the two of you ended up together

You were meant to be together. It was obvious as soon as your relationship began, even before that. So, really, did it matter how you ended up discovering that fact?

Neither of you seemed to think so.

A/N: This is my first Draco Malfoy fic, so let me know what you think! I’m excited of hopefully writing some more in the future since he’s such a mesmerizing muse. As always, shoot any questions, comments, concerns, asks, or general chatter my way. I adore talking to each and every one of you. I hope you’re having a good day!

#draco malfoy #draco malfoy x reader #draco x reader #draco

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spidercakes · 4 years

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Dom Peter after Tony’s had a really long and horrible week at work and just wants to be good?

I love this boi :) Hopefully I do it justice. This is more of a pre thing than a during thing, it fit better with how I wrote it out but the dynamic is still here, if mostly only hinted at strongly. Still, hope you like it!

Tony looks like shit and Peter thinks it out of love no matter how harsh it sounds. Its just that he looks harassed and pissed off and its only gotten worse over the last couple days so he sighs. “Tony,” he says, drawing the man’s attention away from whatever text he’s just received that’s made him look even more tired. “Come here,” he tells him, setting his coffee down. He really shouldn’t, he’s got three exams tomorrow so its not like he’s lacking stress but he can’t bring himself to leave Tony like this either. And it helps him too, pulling Tony out of his own head. Kind of pulls him out of his own head too.

The fact that Tony walks over and immediately drops to his knees in front of him tells Peter more than words would. He runs his fingers through Tony’s soft, thick hair as Tony leans forward and presses his face to Peter’s thigh. “Oh, you’ve had a day haven’t you, baby?” Peter asks, tugging gently at Tony’s hair.

Tony lets out a soft sigh, “I’ve had a horrible week,” he murmurs.

“You could probably fire whoever is annoying you,” Peter tells him, laughing a little.

Tony snorts, “no I can’t, Pepper is annoying me and honestly I don’t pay her enough so I’m stuck with her,” he murmurs.

Too bad, Peter knows how much he actually needs her around though he’s sure Pepper has good reason to annoy Tony however little Tony wants to admit it. “You want me to take you out of your head a little?” he asks and Tony lets out a long sigh. “I’ll take that as a yes. Go lie down, baby, I’ll be in soon,” he murmurs, prodding Tony to move.

For a moment he stays, enjoys the feeling of Peter running his fingers through his hair Peter assumes, but as soon as he stops Tony stirs. He sighs softly and picks himself up, peeling off his suit jacket as he heads towards the bedroom. Peter works on closing all his text books because honestly if he has to look at another fucking environmental science chapter he’ll shoot himself. And god help him on physics. Its not that he’s bad at it, he’s always been good at science no matter the science, its just that its mind numbing to him. He’s always preferred chemistry to most other sciences so its a blessing to get to close the damn text books he’s stuck studying even if its to take care of Tony.

Not, he supposes, that he minds that all that much. Contrary to popular belief he’s not that hard to work with once Peter figured him out. Now he’s even managed to get Rhodey’s approval and that was hard won. Pepper decided she approved nearly right away when he told Tony he’d dump him if he climbed into a lobster tank just because the thought crossed his mind and then he didn’t. He’s pretty sure Pepper was just happy to not have to do some more PR work because Tony can’t control his damn intrusive thoughts.

He piles all his books onto the table and extracts himself from the couch, wrinkling his nose when his body protests. He’s been stuck in one position too long and he can already hear Tony whining and crying that it’ll be worse when he’s Tony’s age. But he’s not two days away from death with one foot on a banana peel so for now he’s not concerned about aging and knee problems. He makes his way to the bedroom, finding Tony laying face down on the bed in his boxers and even without seeing his face Peter knows he looks done with the situation.

“We could trade positions for a day, you can do all my exams and I can sit in business meetings and mostly not know what the hell is going on,” he suggests as he walks over to the bedside table and pulls out a bottle of massage oil. Tony likes it and it keeps Peter’s hands busy.

Tony snorts, “I feel like one of us gets something more out of that situation than the other,” he murmurs as Peter climbs onto the bed and up to Tony’s frame. He pours some of the massage oil out and sets to work on massaging one of Tony’s legs.

“You say that like I don’t already get good grades,” he says. He gets exceptional grades, actually, though he’s sure Tony would score higher on a test than he would. He’s also sure that him being in a business meeting can’t possibly be worse than Tony being in a business meeting. He knows what Tony is like when he’s bored and its like wrangling a herd of cat toddler hybrids into doing what you want. A real pain in the ass.

“Mm, but I’d probably do better,” Tony murmurs.

“And I’d probably be less insufferable in a meeting,” Peter teases.

Tony laughs, “yeah, that’s probably true,” he says. “Pepper might be grateful if not for the fact that I don’t know what I’m doing.”

“Mm, she might still be grateful,” Tony tells him. “That feels good,” he adds as Peter moves on to his other leg.

Yeah, Tony’s a real sucker for a massage, Peter knows. “I know,” Peter tells him, lips quirked up a little. “Want me to run you a bath after? I’ll wash your hair.”

“Yeah,” Tony murmurs. Peter doesn’t need to see his face to know he’s smiling, getting his hair washed is one of his favorite things. He continues massaging Tony, making his way up his leg slowly until he’s satisfied and then he moves on to his back. He kisses his way up Tony’s spine softly, keenly aware of the way Tony melts into the mattress underneath him.

“You know what you’re going to do tomorrow?” he asks when he gets to Tony’s neck. Tony shivers as Peter kisses his way up it, nipping at the sensitive skin there.

“Mm?” Tony mumbles more than speaks.

“You’re going to go in, do whatever it is you needed to, and then you’re going to take the next few days off so I can properly get you out of your head, hm? How’s that sound?” he murmurs. They don’t have the time tonight, not when both of them need to be up in the morning and Peter needs this too. He can feel it now that he's half in it. He misses the way Tony listens to what he says, obeys his every order without complaint as Peter does what he pleases. Well, within the confines of what he knows Tony is fine with. But still. He needs that control and Tony needs to let go of control and they need the time to do it.

“I can manage that,” Tony murmurs, tilting his head to the side to give Peter better access to his neck.

“Good, because I miss the way that collar looks around your neck,” he tells Tony. Underneath him Tony shivers a little. Yeah, clearly he misses it too.

He shimmies his way back down Tony’s body, focusing on the expanse of his back before setting to work. “Have any special requests?” he asks, figuring he’ll get that out of the way now. He already knows what Tony likes, but he’s adventurous and occasionally adds something new to the mix. Or sometimes he feels like playing the hits, depends on his mood.

Peter isn’t expecting where Tony’s current mood leads him. Tony lets out a soft sigh, “mm, do whatever,” he murmurs.

He pauses for a moment, surprised. Its not like they’ve never talked about it but Tony’s submission has always come with strings and Peter gets it. Its not like he’d be comfortable with someone completely in charge of his life either and consensual non consent is... well, a lot. When Tony stirs, lifting his head a little to look at Peter over his shoulder he goes back to what he was doing. “You sure about that?” he asks, making sure he’s hearing this right.

Tony nods, not bothering to use words to express his feelings. Poor thing must be so worn out.

Peter leans forward, pressing a kiss to Tony’s neck right under his jawline as he twines the hand that isn’t currently balancing him into Tony’s hair, gently massaging at his scalp. Tony lets out a small moan of appreciation at it, some of the tension in his shoulders falling away as he relaxes more. “Thank you, baby,” Peter tells him, genuinely happy. He’s wanted to try something like this for awhile but Tony has long since had his reservations and Peter gets it so he left it alone.

“Don’t want to think,” Tony murmurs to him. “Just want to be good. Be yours.”

He gives Tony’s jawline another kiss, “you’ll always be mine, baby,” he tells him, nuzzling at the space he just kissed. Well, there’s something to look forward to through exams.

#tony stark x peter parker #starker #alternate universe #fanfiction

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treya-barton · 4 years

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souyo, 28: as a lie. bonus if not angst!

I didn’t quite fulfill your request for it not to have any angst, but I hope you enjoy this anyway ^^

Yosuke’s phone buzzed in his pocket and he pulled it out to read the message. “Here,” it simply stated, and Yosuke checked at the time on top of his phone and shook his head. Yu was yet again on time for their meet up while he was still minutes away. He had to admit, being only a few minutes late and not having to rush like he did in his youth was an improvement, but it still figured Yu would be exactly on time.

Yosuke let out a little chuckle as he slid his phone into his pocket and picked up his pace anyway. He and his partner may be roommates, but it didn’t stop Yosuke from feeling excited every time they met up. They hadn’t seen each other all day due to being in completely opposite tracks in college and Yosuke was looking forward to the movie they were going to together. As he approached the movie theater, Yosuke slowed down his pace as he spotted his partner up ahead. Yu was being approached by a very attractive looking woman who had two friends obviously watching the interaction and whispering to each other nearby. She had a slim figure and long, sleek looking hair and had flashed him a warm, confident smile upon her approach.

Yosuke felt an odd thrum in his chest at the sight, but he was honestly pretty used to it by now. Back in high school Yu had also been popular, and in college things hadn’t changed at all. Yosuke wanted to give him a chance in case he was interested, although after watching for several minutes Yosuke began to pick up on a few things which indicated otherwise. Yu had the polite, reserved half smile on his face that he used when trying to placate people, and he had subtly moved away from her in order to give them a little bit of distance. His body was also stiff, indicating he didn’t really like the attention. Yosuke took that as his cue to come to the rescue, and he headed over to intercept them.

In the process of walking up to the two of them, an idea suddenly popped into his head, and instead of slinging his arm over his shoulder and asking for an introduction as he normally would have, he instead swooped in to plant a kiss on Yu’s cheek. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the woman’s eyes widen, and he heard audible gasps from the two onlookers. Yu also looked surprised for a moment, although he quickly masked it in order to play along. “Hey, sorry I kept you waiting,” he said, before turning his head and pretending to notice the young woman. “Oh, was I interrupting something?” he asked, looking between both of them.

“N-no, I was just asking for directions,” she quickly replied, obviously flustered, and she gave a quick bow. “Sorry to trouble you.” She then rushed over to her friends and the three of them not so subtly glanced back at them before rushing back into the theater.

Once they were out of earshot, Yosuke burst into a fit of laughter. “That was such a lame lie, huh partner?” he asked, looking over at Yu and upon seeing his expression his laughter died out. “Everything ok?” he asked. Yu’s jaw was clenched and he obviously looked uncomfortable; since that girl had left, it was obvious it could only be because of him.

“I don’t like it when kisses are lies,” Yu replied slowly, and Yosuke could tell by the way Yu refused to meet his eyes how much it upset him.

“Oh I…I’m sorry I didn’t mean…” Yosuke stammered, feeling an embarrassed blush cross his face. He really hadn’t thought something like a playful kiss to the cheek would upset his partner so much, and it had been awhile since he had made such an ass of himself.

Yu let out a sigh. “Yeah, I know,” he flatly replied. “You didn’t mean it.”

Yosuke felt like there was some hidden meaning behind Yu’s word choice, but he couldn’t quite figure it out. Before things could get too awkward, though, Yosuke quickly reached out and placed a hand on his partner’s arm. Yu finally looked at him, eyes a turmoil of emotion although Yosuke could tell he was trying to get himself back under control. “You know I wouldn’t intentionally do anything to hurt you, right?” Yosuke asked, and some of the tension seemed to drain out of Yu’s shoulders. He nodded his head. “I totally get it and will respect those boundaries going forward,” Yosuke replied sincerely. He then gave Yu a small grin. “Also, you have permission to hit me if you need to.”

Yu let out a light laugh at that, and he patted Yosuke’s hand where it rested on his arm before shaking his head. “It wasn’t that dire,” he replied, and Yosuke breathed out a sigh of relief.

“Good, because that hurt last time,” he complained, pulling his hand away. He didn’t sling his arm around Yu’s shoulder like usual, deciding it better to give him space, but he did excitedly begin talking about the movie that he had been looking forward to. Yu listened intently, as he always did, and Yosuke felt like they could put whatever had just happened behind them.

Not long afterward, they both end up at a party hosted by the outdoors club that Yu was a part of. Yu had mainly joined since it gave him an excuse to go fishing, but the club did go on some pretty neat trips and they were always allowed to bring a guest along which suited him just fine; he enjoyed getting to bring Yosuke to see the outdoors. Both of them ended up splitting up – Yu had been dragged off by a few of the club members who seemed really excited about something, which had left Yosuke by himself. They were both a little tipsy by this point, and without Yu Yosuke couldn’t help but feel a bit lonely. “It’s rare to see you without your roommate,” a voice interrupted him, and Yosuke looked up in surprise to see one of the upperclassmen in the club eying him, red cup in hand.

“Oh, yeah, I guess you guys are used to seeing us together,” Yosuke said with a small laugh. Mayumi was aptly named and was definitely beautiful, although she almost seemed unaware of her attractiveness and the effect it had on people. She was friendly enough and had talked to him a few times on various trips, but she always had a cool vibe to her that caused her to feel unapproachable. Yosuke was honestly surprised she was taking the time to speak to him right now; she usually stuck to the other members her age.

“Are you planning on going on the ski trip later this month?” she asked, taking a sip of her drink and carefully adjusting her hair so it all fell over one shoulder. Yosuke felt his eyes trained on the movement, and it took a moment for his inebriated brain to realize he had been asked a question.

“Oh, I’m not sure yet. I have something going on with the radio club about that time,” he replied.

Her eyes lit up. “Oh, yes. I do enjoy hearing your segments on the radio,” she said, leaning forward a little. “I love hearing your band recommendations especially – it’s really broadened my horizons when it comes to music.”

Yosuke was surprised by the compliment; he knew that people listened to his radio shows and he occasionally got letters from listeners, but he had never had someone outside of the club talk to him about it in person before. “Really?” he asked, feeling flattered.

“Yes. Why don’t we go somewhere a bit more private so I can hear more?” she suggested, placing a hand on his arm.

Yosuke wasn’t sure why, but he suddenly felt uncomfortable and he pulled away. “Ah, sorry, but I don’t want to go too far in case my pa…I mean, Yu comes back.” Yosuke had caught some odd stares and misunderstandings due to his pet name for Yu, so he had grown more careful about saying it on campus in order to avoid causing confusion. Sometimes he wondered if not using it upset his roommate, although he honestly mainly had stopped because he didn’t want his partner to have it affect him at school. Yosuke took another sip of his drink, feeling uneasy and even more lightheaded.

She pursed her lips for a moment, before her body relaxed and she gave him an encouraging smile. “We don’t have to go too far and he can always message you if he’s looking for you, right?” she asked, leaning in a bit closer and looking at him with a wide, unassuming gaze. She was leaning in uncomfortably close, and Yosuke felt himself taking a step back while unsure at what to say. He didn’t quite get what was going on and wasn’t used to getting this kind of attention.

Before Yosuke could say anything, he was overcome by a familiar, comforting scent, and seconds later his partner was leaning in front of him and pressing their lips together. Yosuke took in a sharp breath in surprise, causing the kiss to turn open mouthed which also seemed to shock Yu for a moment, although he quickly recovered by lightly sucking the bottom of Yosuke’s lip before pulling away. Yu’s eyes bore into Yosuke’s for a moment, and Yosuke felt his heart hammering in his chest over how intent his gaze was, before Yu reached down to grab his hand and began pulling him away. “Partner?” Yosuke asked in surprise, feeling relief as Yu took him farther away from his upperclassman.

Yu didn’t say anything, although the tense set of his shoulders and tight grip of his hand told Yosuke more than words would. Once they had melted into the crowd and were no longer visible by Mayumi, Yu abruptly dropped Yosuke’s hand and kept his back to him. “Yu?” Yosuke asked, reaching forward for him, but before he could touch him Yu flinched away.

“I’m sorry,” he simply replied before melting into the crowd and disappearing.

Yosuke felt himself sobering up in his panic, and he quickly pushed through the crowd of students after him. Yu somehow managed to slip away, however, and after Yosuke had checked the whole house where the party was being held, only carefully avoiding the area where he spotted Mayumi, he pulled out his phone to call his partner. The phone went straight to voicemail so Yosuke began to send him a frantic series of text messages as he rushed out of the house. It was a student house that was right outside campus, and Yu and Yosuke’s apartment was on the other side. Yosuke picked up his pace and began sprinting back to the dorm, heart pounding in his chest as confused thoughts washed over him. He figured Yu had kissed him to get him out of the situation, just like Yosuke had a few weeks ago to him, but something about the kiss felt different and hadn’t Yu mentioned that he didn’t like kisses that were lies?

Although Yosuke was out of breath, he didn’t let himself slow down his pace, pushing even though his lungs were burning and not letting up even when he saw their apartment in the distance. He dashed up the stairs two at a time before making his way to their door. Yosuke panted for breath as his shaky hands pulled out the keys to their apartment, and he had to fiddle with them for several long minutes until his hands finally steadied enough for him to unlock the door. Yosuke opened it up and stepped inside, eyes darting around for any sign of his partner. “Yu?” he called, feeling unsettled by how quiet it was inside. He rushed through the apartment, legs shaky from his nerves and the mad dash across campus; he honestly hadn’t run like that since his second year in high school and wasn’t conditioned for it anymore. Once he confirmed the apartment was indeed devoid of his roommate, Yosuke sank to the floor, worry flooding him. Yu had only cut himself off from him once before, back during that dark November, and he didn’t like it.

Yosuke began texting him again, feeling frustrated when he got no response, before texting their friends to see if any of them knew of his whereabouts. Finally, he got a response from Rise letting him know that Yu was at her apartment and would be staying the night. She advised him to swing by in the morning to pick him up. Yosuke felt his phone tumble out of his hands, and he couldn’t help but feel a little annoyed, although it was mixed with relief that Yu was ok and in good hands. Why would Yu go to Rise instead of talking to him about it though? Weren’t they partners? Yosuke tried his best to keep his temper in check, suddenly remembering Yu’s intense gaze when he had pulled away, causing his breath to suddenly catch in his chest. Maybe it was better they both cooled off first before discussing whatever had just happened. Yosuke again remembered Yu’s words, “I don’t like it when kisses are lies,” and he brought his fingers up to his bottom lip which tingled slightly as Yosuke remembered what it felt like to have Yu’s lips lightly sucking on it. Yosuke’s face flushed and he came to a sudden realization.

“I hope…that wasn’t a lie,” he whispered, feeling uncomfortable as he suddenly began to realize the possible reason for Yu’s reaction when he had done the same. “God, I really am an idiot,” he choked out, before hanging his head. He began to get other texts back, asking if anything was going on with Yu, and Yosuke quickly messaged back that he had found him and everything was fine. He didn’t want the others getting involved in their business until they talked it out face to face. Yosuke ran a hand over his face before getting up, deciding he may as well try to sleep so he could have some energy to face Yu in the morning.

Yosuke managed to get a few restless hours in before waking up much earlier than usual, sending a quick text to Rise to make sure they would both be up before making his way over. She, due to her idol schedule, was always up early, and let him know that it would be ok and that she was looking forward to seeing him. Yosuke couldn’t help but feel uneasy as he got ready; while he was usually happy to see Rise, a small part of him was still jealous Yu had gone to her instead of facing him. He also didn’t know what to expect when he faced Yu, and his feelings were still a jumbled mess. On the train ride to Rise’s high-rise apartment, Yosuke was full of nervous energy and kept jiggling his leg as he stared out the window with his arms crossed. He had his headphones on in order to disconnect himself from the others on the train, but was unable to bring himself to listen to anything in his agitated state. He kept playing the interaction from last night over and over again in his brain and what Yu’s intentions could be.

Finally, the train came to a stop, and Yosuke got up before getting off. It was early in the morning on a Sunday, so the train was pretty quiet compared to what he was used to. He appreciated not being squeezed in between people and having a bit of time to breathe on his way over though. He soon reached Rise’s apartment, using the code to ender the lobby area before pulling out the card key she had given him to use the elevator that would take him to her floor. Yosuke shoved his hands in his pockets as it brought him up, the elevator ride far too short and leaving him unprepared for when the door slid open and he stepped into the hallway. Within a few steps, he was at Rise’s door, and he lightly knocked to let them know he had arrived. He technically had the code on his phone since Yu and Yosuke often would house site while Rise was touring, but he didn’t want to barge inside in light of the current circumstances. Yosuke only had to wait nervously for a few seconds before the door opened to reveal Rise who was giving him an encouraging smile. Yosuke felt some of his earlier annoyance melt away. “Hey Yosuke-sempai, how are you feeling?” she asked, stepping aside so he could come in. He stepped in before slipping out of his shoes. “You look a little rough – almost as bad as Yu-sempai.”

“I’ve been better,” Yosuke agreed with a small laugh. “Where is he?”

“Cowering in the guest room,” she said with a click of her tongue. “Wait in the dining room – I ordered something for our breakfast this morning. I’ll go grab him, ok?”

Yosuke nodded, before making his way to the dining room area, his stomach notably growling when he saw the spread of breakfast pastries on the table. He realized he hadn’t eaten dinner last night due to everything that had happened and was starved. He also saw a drink from his favorite coffee place with his name unmistakably written on it and he couldn’t help but let out a small smile as he picked it up and took a sip. It was prepared exactly the way he liked it, and he shook his head before feeling guilty about being jealous earlier. Rise really was a sweetheart and a good friend.

Yosuke’s thoughts were interrupted by the sound of house slippers sliding on the floor, and he turned his head to see Yu walk into the room, head bowed down. Rise was staying back in the living room to give them some space, although Yosuke was well aware of the fact she would be able to overhear their conversation from there. He had a feeling she already had talked it over with Yu though and probably had a better grasp of what was going on than either of them. “How are you feeling?” Yosuke asked, noticing the dark bags under Yu’s eyes. It looked like he had even more trouble sleeping than Yosuke had.

“I’ve been better,” he replied, causing Yosuke to snort before letting out a small laugh. Yu gave him a disgruntled look before Yosuke explained.

“I said the same exact thing when Rise asked me a moment ago,” he saiid, before handing Yu his drink and a plain croissant. Yu hesitated before taking them, looking Yosuke in the eyes as he did so.

“I’m sorry,” he started, and Yosuke let out a sigh before motioning for him to sit down.

“That’s what you said yesterday too,” he replied, taking the seat at the end of the table next to Yu so they would be cattycorner to each other. He grabbed a chocolate croissant and took a bite before looking at Yu again. “What exactly are you sorry about?” he asked pointedly.

Yu opened and closed his mouth for a moment before closing his eyes. When he reopened them, they looked clear and resolved, and Yosuke felt his heart warm at the sight. He always felt like he could follow Yu anywhere when he got that expression in his eyes. “I am sorry I kissed you without making sure it’s something you wanted first,” he said honestly. “And that I ran away afterward instead of facing you.” He sounded truly regretful over his actions, and Yosuke felt all the tension he had been feeling since last night melt away.

“So…that kiss. It wasn’t a lie?” he asked hopefully.

Yu shook his head. “I wouldn’t kiss you if I didn’t mean it,” he replied truthfully, and a wide grin broke out on Yosuke’s face.

“Thank God,” he said, relief flooding through him. Yu stared at him in confusion while Yosuke gave him a wide grin. “I was hoping you’d say that.”

“You mean…” Yu asked slowly, disbelief crossing his face.

“Ugh, you both are such idiots!” Rise complained from the other room, and Yu and Yosuke couldn’t help but laugh at the sudden interruption.

“You don’t have to wait out there anymore,” Yosuke called, and Rise quickly rushed into the room, a wide smile on her face.

“So, you’re both finally facing your feelings, are you?” she asked as she sat down across from Yu on Yosuke’s other side. She leaned forward excitedly with a twinkle in her eye.

“Yeah, I do believe we are,” Yosuke said. “Although to be honest for me this came a little more suddenly than it must have for partner…”

Yu then buried his head in his arms on the table, seeming to lose his strength. “Am I dreaming?” his muffled voice asked, and Rise shook her head while Yosuke reached out to place a gentle hand on his head. It wasn’t the first time he had touched him like that, but it certainly didn’t happen often and Yosuke marveled at how silky Yu’s hair was.

“You’re not dreaming,” he said, voice fond, and Yu turned his head to look up at him.

“I was jealous,” he admitted. “I knew that Mayumi-san had a crush on you – she was always seeking you out and trying to flirt with you on other trips,” he confessed. Yosuke was shocked by the admission, for until she approached him last night he had been completely unaware. “When the others pulled me away, they admitted Mayumi-san had asked them to because she wanted a chance to speak to you alone. And…” Yu trailed off. “I couldn’t help but go back to watch. I didn’t want to interfere in case you ended up liking her but…you looked so uncomfortable. Before I knew it I was stepping in.”

“I think it was the same with me,” Yosuke admitted. “Just…I was way less aware. I saw the girl talking to you and I think I did feel jealous for a moment but I was so used to that kind of thing happening I didn’t think anything of it? Then you looked so uncomfortable that I was stepping in and kissing your cheek before I could think about it.”

“That’s what happened?” Rise asked with a gasp, before turning to look at Yu. “You didn’t include that part when you spoke to me! I could have told you Yosuke-sempai liked you, jeeze, you can be so dense sempai…”

Yu blushed. “I thought Yosuke would be embarrassed if I said anything…” he admitted.

“You know Yosuke-sempai isn’t the type of person to do something like that unless he likes them,” Rise said with an eyeroll. “Even if he doesn’t realize it because he’s a dense idiot too.”

“Hey!” Yosuke protested, and Rise gave him a pointed look. Yosuke shut his mouth and looked sheepishly at her.

“Well, now that you two have made up, let’s enjoy breakfast,” she said, reaching for a bagel and some cream cheese before giving them both a pleased smile. Yu and Yosuke gratefully smiled back, before Yosuke reached over and casually placed his hand over Yu’s, threading their fingers together as he returned his attention to his coffee and chocolate croissant. Yu looked over at him, a light blush on his cheeks and eyes full of open adoration before he pulled up their clasped hands, pressing a warm kiss on Yosuke’s knuckle and causing the brunet to turn a bright, fiery red out of embarrassment. He didn’t let go or protest, even under the amused scrutiny of their idol friend, and instead tried to pretend he was cool and casual about it.

Yu looked happy as he took a sip of his tea and picked up his croissant, his heart finally at ease. He no longer had to fret about someone taking his partner away from him, and he could finally be open and honest about his feelings. Today was truly the happiest in his life.

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With Time: Chapter 17 - Sleepover

Author’s Note: A slightly longer chapter! I hope everyone had a nice holiday (if you celebrate). This chapter doesn't have any strong language warnings! Shocker!

Chapter Summary: Marinette tells her friends what happened before her transfer.

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“I went to Françoise Dupont for years. It was the only school I’d ever gone to. I didn’t really have any close friends, but people were friendly with me, so that was enough. Chloe bullied me a lot, and I think people were scared to hang out with me for that - they didn’t want to be bullied too.” The group settles in attentively, ready to listen.

“Last year, at the beginning of the school year, I met Alya. She became my first real friend. That was nice.” She smiles softly, before wiping it off her face quickly in favor of displaying as little emotion as possible. Emotions get you akumatized.

“Then… Lila came. She lied about everything! And it wasn’t even remotely believable!” Marinette’s face changed to one of anger, then she corrected herself. She’s not allowed to be mad. This is her fault.

“Everyone believed her anyways, because I was just being ‘jealous’. It didn’t matter what I thought apparently. I guess they finally realized how stupid I am.” she says the last part under her breath - muttering. The friend group looks like they want to interrupt her, but if they interrupt she might not start again. They can address that after she’s finished.

“She got akumatized on her first day there, and ‘moved away’ to ‘travel in other countries’ for awhile. She was still in Paris though, not only was she akumatized again but there are public records showing that her mom - who she was supposedly traveling with - was still in Paris. Things went back to normal eventually, and I thought it was over. I was wrong. Obviously. Moron.” Oh, Marinette. “Then I came to school one day to find that everyone had changed seats. My new spot had been decided without me. I was in the back. Alone.” Adrien squeezes her hand gently.

“The seating chart had been rearranged so that she could sit in the front near Adrien, for her ‘tinnitus’. I tried to say something and they accused me of being insensitive… I just didn’t want to be alone…” She shakes her head, moving on.

“Anyways, at lunch she convinced the class I could have blinded Max - who wears glasses - by gouging one of his eyes out with a napkin. She cornered me in the bathroom and told me if I didn’t go along with her she’d take all my friends away.

“I didn’t believe her. Stupid.” She looks like she considers mentioning more, but decides against it.

“After I fought off another akuma, she managed to get akumatized instead. She pretended to be Adrien, but it was taken care of.” The casual way she says ‘another akuma’ concerns them. Adrien winces, thinking back to when he’d learned of his friend’s run-ins with akumas.

“For the rest of the year she didn’t really interact with me other than when she would corner me to insult me - but that was fine.” Adrien turns to her in surprise - he didn’t know about that.

“Anyways, I didn’t talk to my friends as much anymore, I didn’t see them over the summer either. On the first day back, Lila was still around, spewing her usual nonsense. She left early on the second day - after she threatened me again, but-” she shrugs nonchalantly before moving on, “-Wednesday was nice, she was absent all day. I got to hang out with Alya… one last time.

“Then it was Thursday…” Marinette stares at the floor for a while. They think she might be done for a moment, but she continues - though her voice is noticeably shakier despite her efforts, “I-I was late and Adrien was gone. I d-didn’t see that she’d come back, but Alya was qu-quick to point it out to me once there was a break. Lila had fake bruises and said I’d attacked her. That I’d been b-bullying her over the sum-m-mer. And they all believed her. Rose glared at me. Rose.” She tears up, covering her face with her hands, clearly upset that her former friends thought so lowly of her.

“A-Alya grabbed my wrist and then I… tripped down the stairs. I th-think Chloe found me in the bathroom? I don’t r-really r-reme’ber much from the rest o’ the day. I transferred to your guys’ school on M-Monday.” Adrien narrows his eyes at the mention of her ‘tripping’ down the stairs.

“Th-That’s the story, …you c-can all hate me now…” She curls into herself slightly, clearly drained, but holding herself together so they can yell at her or something.

“Never.” They say it in unison the instant she’s finished.

She looks too surprised by this.

“Told you, Mari.” Adrien looks at her softly, running a hand through her hair softly.

“Oh.” She blinks slowly, working to remain awake, “‘re you sure?”

“Marinette, you are an intelligent, kind-hearted person who did nothing to deserve that treatment.” Felix assures.

“Marinette, you’re our friend. We care about you. We’d never hate you.” Claude hugs her gently, and the other four join in. They release her, and she looks about ready to drop. At least she’s already sitting down.

“‘Nette, you can sleep if you want.” Allan suggests.

She nods tiredly, leaning over to the side to flop onto Adrien. He’s always been the warmest in any room. He doesn’t protest, just plays with her hair soothingly. Eventually her breathing levels and she’s completely out.

Adrien looks up at them, face hard, “So. You know now.” He pauses, “Revenge?”

Allegra doesn’t hesitate in the slightest, “Definitely.” The others nod in agreement.

“Should we move Mari first?” Allan looks at the sleeping girl on top of Adrien.

“She’s kind of clingy…” He demonstrates, pausing in playing with her hair to grab her shoulders gently to try and lift her. She only frowns in her sleep and sluggishly grabs for Adrien again, hugging him limply when he lets her go.

“Willing to bet he doesn’t mind having a sleepy Mari blanket.” Claude grins at the model, who blushes.

“Well, I mean…” He trails off, shrugging, returning to messing with her hair gently.

“So… I’m guessing you still attend her old school?” Allegra looks at him compassionately.

“It sucks. It took almost two weeks after she left for them to stop talking bad about her. I thought I would snap.”

“Are they unaware that you are still in contact with her?” Felix asks.

“Yeah. Honestly, I’d say more in her defense if it weren’t for the fact that any sort of ‘scene’ I might make would make Father take me out of school. Then I’d be stuck in my room again.” He looks off to the side at the floor, speaking near-monotonously, “He’d take it as a victory and I’d never get to anything I want. I probably wouldn’t leave the house for at least a month. Then he’d need me to do some stupid photoshoot. What’s the point of having a son if he isn’t constantly earning you money?” He speaks the last part caustically, clearly having thought about this before, “Besides, I’m pretty sure that Lila has some sort of deal with him so I can’t upset her either.”

“Mon Dieu.” Allan shakes his head, “You poor dear.”

Adrien shrugs in a resigned manner.

“You sure Marinette is the only one we need to get revenge for?” Claude raises an eyebrow.

“If you’re considering trying to get me my freedom, you may want to enlist Mari for that. Sometime over the summer my father did something - I don’t even remember what - and she snapped. I was legitimately worried she was about to storm his office.” Adrien grins, “She can be terrifying.”

“I believe that, just maybe not right now.” Claude pokes the girl’s face and she sticks out her tongue tiredly at them.

“Are you still in the class’ good graces?” Felix asks, seemingly having some ideas.

“They don’t hate me if that’s what you mean. I think I’ve faded into the background to them. I’ve gone entire weeks without speaking and no one mentioned it. I think I’m just Lila’s personal pretty armrest now.”

“Wow. I hate them.” Allegra looks ready to stab someone, “And Mari still thinks these are good people?” Adrien thinks about what Plagg said about Ladybug. Marinette may not be Ladybug, but they have similar personalities - he’d called her their ‘everyday Ladybug’ for a reason. If Ladybug has decided to cling to the fact that her old friends were in the right, the same is probably true of Marinette. Especially considering what he’s heard her say about herself versus what she says of Bustier’s class.

“I think… she wants to believe there’s something she did wrong, so that she can fix it? Or so that she doesn’t do it again?” He looks down at her, frowning in concern. She remains unaware, only continuing to nap, “I don’t know. She doesn’t talk about it a ton.”

“Oh, ‘Nette…” Allan shakes his head at her, rubbing her arm softly.

“Well, on the bright side, we know now…” Claude says optimistically, “We can try to help her more.”

They all nod.

“Seeing as it’s Friday, we could have a sleepover here - if she’s comfortable with it.”

“I’ll stay as long as I can, but sleepovers are not something my father approves of.”

“I will pay Ladybug or Chat Noir to kidnap you so you can join us.” Claude sounds entirely serious about this foolproof plan.

Adrien snorts, shaking his head. Chat Noir would be entirely willing to kidnap his alter-ego to meet with friends - if that was physically possible. Ladybug may be more hesitant, but he could see her being convinced.

His phone dings, he frowns when he sees it’s a message from Nino, asking if he wants to hang out, apparently he’s tired of Alya’s ranting. He notes that Nino isn’t tired of Alya ranting about Marinette, just that he’s bored of her still ranting.

Another text: ‘i get that mari sucks but i want 2 do sumthing fun’.

“Ugh. Nino texted me.” “I don’t know who that is, but if he’s one of the ones that contributed to this, I don’t like him.” Allegra doesn’t seem to plan on being lax on the class in the slightest, fully ready to get complete revenge on them for doing what they did to Marinette.

“What is our plan of attack?” Felix looks ready to take mental notes.

“Well we should definitely disprove all of Lila’s lies. From there I’m not really sure.” Adrien isn’t exactly well-versed in revenge plans.

“If they can’t see for themselves maybe they deserve to stay blind. They’ll probably come crawling back to Marinette looking for forgiveness.” Allegra looks indignant on behalf of Marinette.

“She’d probably forgive ‘em.” Allan adds, “But that’s her decision to make.”

Allegra sighs.

“It may be for the best for all of us to keep our emotions in check. It is surprising - and rather lucky - an akuma has yet to make an appearance.” Felix points out.

Yes, very lucky indeed. Almost as if a Goddess of good luck is within their ranks. Regardless, the group takes a moment to calm down.

“So, this is her old phone right?” Claude holds up the offending piece of tech.

“Yeah… I thought she got rid of it.” Adrien grabs it, frowning when he sees the lock screen is a smiling selfie of Alya and Marinette.

He puts it down. No one has to see that right now - it’s in the past.

“Why did she take this one to school? Where’s her normal one?”

A window is cracked open, and a cold breeze sneaks in, making Marinette stir. She catches Allegra’s question, and tries to sit up and respond, “los’ i’.”

They turn to her - surprised to see her up. Claude notices the window and crosses the room to close it, tossing a blanket from the chaise to Adrien on his way back.

Adrien convinces Marinette to lay back down - it really doesn’t take a lot of negotiation - and settles the blanket over her as she goes back to weakly hugging the boy that she’s currently using as a pillow.

They wait a moment, watching her to be sure they won’t disturb her again when they start up their conversation.

“Okay, so she lost it. Guess she grabbed the wrong one then?” Allan guesses.

Allegra gets her phone out, “I’ll call it. That way she can get rid of that.” She glares at the innocent phone as if it is single-handedly responsible for all of Marinette’s problems.

They hear a buzz from above. Looking up, they see the phone laying face-down on the ledge next to her bed. It’s on the corner, right above their heads.

Allan stands, “Not even going to ask how that got there.” He climbs up and retrieves it, putting it on the desk.

They’re quiet for a moment, then Claude asks, “So, like, off-topic but I have to know… what exactly is happening here?” He gestures towards the corner of Marinette’s room where all of her balcony garden currently resides for the winter (After Marinette’s little stunt when she was sick, Adrien made a point to come over and help her move the potted plants safely inside her room).

The large multitude of plants look almost entirely red. They’re covered in a bunch of ladybugs, likely hundreds, if not more. It looks as though Marinette has a little dish of water out for the spotted beetles.

“Hibernation support group?” Allan suggests.

“I think I heard something about this last year? For whatever reason Marinette’s plants are the local ladybugs’ favorite ones to hibernate on. She’s got a bunch of little bug-ddies.” Adrien shrugs, smiling at his pun.

“Eyyy!” Claude approves of the joke.

They keep talking, and with the window now closed, the heaters can actually warm the room. Marinette begins to stir slightly, glaring at the lights for having the audacity to be bright.

Adrien boops her nose, “Hey Mari, welcome back to the real world.”

She frowns at him, “No.”

“‘No’ what exactly?” Claude leans forward slightly, enjoying the tired girl’s nonsense.

She just sticks her tongue out, clearly having not thought out her retort.

“A valid point. Carry on.” Allan nods solemnly.

As the room warms further, Marinette grows more lucid, eventually sitting up (mostly) on her own, still leaning heavily on Adrien. The model wraps the fallen blanket around her carefully.

“Hey Mari, what’s on your wall?” Claude gestures above her desk.

She turns, not sure which of her pictures he’s talking about, “Huh?” “The purple, pink, and blue thing. It looks like my flag.”

“Oh. Tha’s jus’ a color reference. Wh’t flag?”

“The ambigender flag. I have one in my locker, but I don’t think you’ve seen it. I used to have one in my room, but I lost it.” “I still don’t understand how you managed that. It wasn’t like, tiny, or anything. Seriously Claude how?” this sounds like something Allegra has dwelled on.

He shrugs unhelpfully.

“Wait, so what pronouns do you use?” Adrien asks. Marinette appreciates it, words are not her strong suit in the winter.

“I am he/him and they/them at the same time, all the time!”

“Huh. Okay, good to know.”

“Yeah, I guess I never mentioned it.”

Their conversation moves on, eventually Adrien’s phone beeps and he glances at it,”Well, my time is up. I’ve got to head out in a moment.” He glances down at the girl who has fallen asleep on him again, “Mari, I’ve got to go.” He begins picking up her up carefully, but she has a surprisingly tight grip for someone of her stature.

He’s experienced in dealing with cuddly pig-tailed girls though, and manages to extricate himself. She looks at him tiredly and in distress. He feels bad, but he does have to go. She’d probably sleep the day away if given the opportunity and he does have places to be.

“Sorry.” He says goodbye to the others and slips out of the room. Claude is the next closest and Marinette flops on them instead to continue her nap.

“Ha! I have the tired girl now!” he raises his hands victoriously before readjusting the blanket she still has.

“That’s a bit of a double-edged sword bud. Adrien made escape look much easier than it actually is.” Allan warns.

“I think I’ll live.”

“If we’re going to stay over, we should probably get permission first.” Allegra points out eventually.

Felix nods, “Correct. We do not even know if Marinette is okay with the plan yet.”

“That’s corrected easily enough.” Claude pokes Marinette a few times to get her attention, “Hey, hey, Mariiiii.”

Her eyes crack open and she looks up at them, blinking a few times, “Hmm?”

“Do you wanna’ have a sleepover over here? Or I guess, do you want us to have one?”

The cogs in her mind are turning slower than normal - the stress of the afternoon has sped up her approaching winter-ladybug-instincts, which don’t mesh well with normal human life. Eventually she figures out what’s happening and nods sleepily, giving Claude a hug.

“Alright! Now we just need the permission of the parents!” Claude gets out his own phone, and the rest follow suit.

Allan stands, “I’ll ask Tom and Sabine.”

Eventually all the adults have given the go-ahead and the group is set to stay the night.

“Yay! First sleepover with Marinette!” Claude announces.

“She’s got the first part down pretty good.” Allan gestures at the limp girl that’s still napping.

“She was pretty awake earlier. Adrien must just be that much warmer.” Allegra shakes her head, “Another reason for him to have stayed.”

“Well, she was certainly right when she said she’d fall asleep on the same people a lot. Adrien and Claude must be the warmest of us.” Allan points out, “She uses them as a pillow the most.”

The trapdoor opens and Sabine peaks in, “Hi dears. Your parents are dropping off your clothes and such so you can go change now. Marinette will probably be better off in some warm pajamas. There’s some pizza things in the kitchen, you dears can make your own as dinner. Tom and I will be out for a few hours, but we’ll be back before too late. Don’t burn the place down while we’re gone.” She winks, then slips out.

“We should head down then. Mari can meet us in the kitchen.”

“If she ever sets Claude free.” Allan looks at the boy, who clearly underestimated the difficulty of freeing themself from Marinette’s clutches.

“I’ve got to go now…” he looks to the rest pleadingly, “Help.”

Allegra and Felix give him looks that clearly mean ‘you did this to yourself’, but Allan crouches beside them, carefully prying her off. Claude stands, free at last.

“You should get changed, Mari. Can you meet us in the kitchen?” he stands once she’s nodded at him.

Once the group have left, Tikki flies into the open. She’s not quite as tired as her holder - having not been emotionally traumatized today.

“Marinette, you should get changed. Pjs are nice!” After the girl pushes herself over to her clothes, the Kwami goes to check the old phone. She’d been trapped in Marinette’s purse during the whole debacle and wanted to know exactly what had been said. She understands why they’d kept the phone away from her though, and Tikki is more than capable of patience.

“Oh, Marinette…” The texts were worse than what she’d expected. That poor girl. Tikki hides the phone away, hoping to deal with it later.

The girl in question has dressed herself in pjs that look comfortable and well within her normal color palette. The Goddess is relieved to see no signs of aposematic coloration.

She flies to hide in Marinette’s hair as they make their way to the kitchen.

The oven is already preheating, and Marinette does the sensible thing and sits right in front of it. Tikki has no complaints, it’s warm and closed so they can safely sit there for a little bit at the very least.

Her friends show up again, each in a change of clothes, and place their bags near the couch. Allegra is the first to spot Marinette.

“Oh, honey, maybe you shouldn’t sit there. That’s an oven.”

Marinette just shrugs, not moving away. The heat has definitely helped her some. Maybe she should sit directly in front of heat sources more often….

The boys spot her, Claude shakes their head, gripping her arms and helping her to a stool.

“There. Now you’re not right in front of an oven. Besides, you need to show us how to make pizzas!”

Marinette blinks at him, “It’s not too complicated?”

“Still!”

Marinette shrugs, grabbing the dough and splitting it into six equally sized balls. Marinette takes one and rolls it out to a flat circle. She tops it with all of the meat options at the table. She goes over a few other steps, then puts it in the oven. She passes a dough ball to each of them, including herself and they all go about topping their pizzas. Marinette adds mushroom to hers - a new thing for her, but having the Ladybug miraculous has changed her food preferences a little.

Claude speaks, their voice grave, “Now, guys, I know what I’m about to do is controversial, but I hope that afterwards we can still be friends.” He’s holding his closed fist above his pizza. When he has all of their attention, he opens it slightly, dropping a pineapple chunk onto the pizza.

Dramatic gasps come from all the others at the table. Claude continues in his delinquent ways, adding a more equal amount on the pizza.

They move on, eventually everyone’s pizzas are done and added to the oven too. The group cleans up, putting the things away and clearing the counter.

“What should we do now?” Allan sits next to Marinette.

“There’s games downstairs, you guys could go pick some out if you want. I’ll watch the oven.”

“You just want to stay in the kitchen where it’s warm.” Claude winks at her.

She shrugs at him, “Maybe.”

“As long as you stay in the chair - no sitting near ovens this time.” Allan gives her a look.

She smiles sheepishly. They head downstairs, preparing themselves for Claude to have them carry every board game up for them to play.

Once she hears their footsteps grow softer, Marinette stands from her chair and quietly heads up to her room and out onto her balcony.

She stands at the far edge, looking around at the rooftops nearby. The cold begins getting to her and she begins to droop slightly. Her eyelids seem strangely heavy - she’d forgotten just how cold the outdoors are.

“Just what are you doing out tonight, purr-incess?”

She wheels around at her partner’s voice behind her. He’s looking at her in concern, resting above her on one of the taller walls that serves as a back to the balcony. “It’s a little cold for you isn’t it? Last time I was here you had a fever - can’t have that again.”

She only yawns, stumbling closer to the trapdoor. He lands on the balcony, steadying her.

“Let’s get you inside. It’s cold, Mari.”

Once inside, she climbs down the ladder, motioning for him to follow. He does so, confused.

“I made a…” The rest of the sentence comes out as tired gibberish that he can’t quite interpret.

She leads him into the kitchen.

“What was that?”

She leans against the oven, warming herself up for a bit before trying again, “I made you a pizza…”

He smiles, “Thanks, Marinette.”

She’s glad he doesn’t ask why. She can’t exactly say that it’s an apology for being unable to go to patrol tonight. It’d also be weird to say that she just thinks he deserves something nice.

A voice comes from the hall, “‘Nette, you’d better not be leaning against the oven again! Just ‘cause it isn’t dangerous doesn’t mean it’s a good idea!”

Chat Noir recognizes Allan’s voice. It would seem the sleepover happened after all.

“Princess are you doing something you’re not supposed to?”

“Nooo. He jus’ doesn’ like my warmin’ tactics. Mean.” She’s pouting, clearly still cold from her little venture to the outdoors. It seems likely she’ll fall asleep before the pizzas are done.

“Who are you talking to Marinette?” Allegra calls as they all turn into the kitchen again, stopping as they see who it is that has joined them spontaneously.

“Him.” Marinette points at the hero, as if further clarification were needed.

“Hi.” Chat flutters his fingers at all of them, “Princess here found a stray.”

“Not a stray… you go’ Ladybug.” Marinette corrects.

He clicks his tongue, pointing at her in agreement, “Very true, can’t argue with you there.”

“So we left for, what? Five minutes? And Marinette has just pulled one of the two heroes of Paris out of thin air? I need to stop getting surprised by these things.” Allegra shakes her head.

“Marinette is just that great!” Claude shouts.

“Marinette, what did I say about the oven?” Allan won’t let her surprise guest distract him from her rule-breaking.

In response, the girl only falls onto her side, her eyes fighting her to close.

“She may or may not have been outside for a little bit. I don’t know how long.” Chat adds, seeing how they’re looking at her slumped form.

“Alright, we can wait for the pizzas upstairs, Mari here should probably get somewhere warmer that isn’t an oven.”

She apparently hears this, pushing herself to a standing position, walking precariously to the stairs, the group follows her up.

She wanders over to her ladybug-covered plants, curling up near them and sleeping immediately. A few of the spotted bugs move to rest on her instead.

They set down the games they’d brought up and sit around the room. Allan tries to cover the napping girl with a blanket without disturbing the bugs. He eventually moves some of them back to the plants, leaving three or so in her hair.

“So how did you arrive here?” Felix turns to the cat hero.

“I was doing patrol and saw her on her balcony. Figured I’d check on her, seeing as the last time I saw her on her balcony she had a fever.” He shrugs, “Then she pulled me into the kitchen. Said she made me a pizza.”

“That’s what that extra was for!”

“She was on her balcony when she had a fever?” Allan frowns.

“She was very determined to get her plants inside. I talked her out of it.” “So you guys know each other pretty well? You and Ladybug seemed to recognize her by name.”

“Yeah… her old school is kind of an akuma hotspot, she’s one of two students in the class that hasn’t been akumatized, including the teacher.” His face darkens, “Though apparently that almost wasn’t the case.”

At their questioning looks he continues, “She told me there’s been… 5? 6? Akumas after her just this school year.”

“Oh, ‘nette.” Allan brushes her hair out of her eyes, watching her sleeping face.

“Anyways, yes, I’ve seen her a few times near akumas, but she doesn’t typically stick around long. I only met her officially during Evillustrator.” “Evillustrator?”

“One of her former classmates got akumatized and she agreed to go on a date with him if he would stop attacking people. She got his akumatized object- or almost at the very least, but boats aren’t the best place for a fight.”

Allegra thinks for a moment, “Didn’t one of you mention she took over City Hall?”

“Yup. While Darkblade was taking over the city she led her class in blockading the building - pretty impressive.”

“Goodness, Mari. Got anything else you’re hiding from us?”

A timer goes off from below and Allan and Allegra go to remove the pizzas. They return with waters and the sliced pizzas on a plate, having found a pizza cutter Marinette had left out.

They hand out the pizzas, Allan sitting beside Marinette and putting hers in front of her.

He sets his down too, turning to try and wake the girl.

“Hey, ‘Nettie, ya’ gotta’ wake up. It’s time to eat. You didn’t have a lunch, and I doubt you ate breakfast. Come on.”

She stirs eventually. Her movement prompts the rest of the ladybugs to fly back to their plants.

She spots the water, and as usual, drinks some of that immediately. They’ve learned by now she’ll drink water if it’s put in front of her. Food is a different story.

Allan pushes the plate at her, and she blinks at him, as if daring him to suggest she eat instead of sleep. The nerve of this boy.

“Come on, you can’t just eat nothing again.”

“Again?” Claude sounds concerned.

Allan turns to him, “‘Member when she got a fever? All she’d had the day before was like two granola bars and a bottle of water.”

They look at the girl, “Mari…”

Something sticks in Chat’s head, but he can’t quite make the connection - deciding to drop it for now.

“Princess, we’re all in agreement, you need to eat. Majority rules.”

She glares at the group, though it’s not exactly effective given her exhaustion. She does start to eat though, so they take it as a win.

The warm food and multitude of heaters eventually wake her up further, and she’s capable of proper communication again. She’s better at sitting up too which helps for when they start on their board games.

Chat stays for a few games, but does have to leave eventually. After a few hours, they put the games away - Marinette’s been sleeping on Claude for almost half an hour now, so it’s probably about time anyways.

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Author’s Note: Good job, Marinette! This chapter marks a change for her. She'll be getting better from here, mostly because she's no longer trying to hide her past. She can talk about it now.

So Claude is ambigender. When I was writing up a character sheet for him I found that I kept called him 'they' in my head. I figured I might as well roll with it. The only change I make for writing for him is that I switch up which pronouns I use as I write. I am no expert on gender identity or anything like that, so if there's anything that I should keep in mind for them or if there's something I'm doing wrong please let me know. I tried to do as much research as I could, but I'm aware that that can only take me so far. I welcome any feedback, I want to make sure I'm doing this right.

I'm aware that the whole 'don't sit in front of the oven' thing is a little odd. I'm not saying that's inherently dangerous, but, like, there are better choices. The next chapter isn't as calm. Very much the opposite. Sorry, not sorry. I promise it's the final big bump in the road.

Woah, no page breaks in this chapter? I think that's a first.

Thanks for reading! Feel free to leave any thoughts, theories, constructive criticism, or anything really in my ask box, in replies or through reblogs. I love seeing what you think!

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prettytoxicrevolver · 5 years

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Colorful | Corbyn Besson

Warnings? Nah, I think the ending kinda sucks tho

Requested? Yup! I hope you like it @abbyhauck13 :)

Summary: (y/n) and her sister have been wanting to get meet and greet for their favorite band forever but when the time comes, their luck runs out. However everything changes the day before the concert and (y/n) meets her soulmate just before summer ends.

Word Count: 2,294

“Did you get vip?” Your sister Ari asks you.

“Nah I was at work and even when I tried on my break they were all gone,” You sigh and fall back onto your bed.

Your sister lays down next to you and you felt like crying. Your favorite boy band Why Don’t We were coming to your city and you couldn’t even get meet and greet for the first time. While you would still go to the concert, you wished you could meet the five boys that brought a smile to your face no matter what.

“Who knows, maybe we can win a contest or buy tickets off of someone.”

And that was that for awhile. You’d see plenty of people going to their concerts and their pictures with the boys and a pang of hurt hit you. You were positive and hyped everyone up as much as possible though.

“(y/n)!!” You hear your sister scream up the stairs. Before you can even think about responding, you hear her bounding up the steps and towards your bedroom door.

“I met my soulmate!” She screams and your jaw drops open.

“What!? How? When? Where?” You fire off questions as Ari sits down on your bed.

Ever since you can remember, you and your sister loved the idea of finding your soulmate. You both dreamed of how the world would look when the gray lifted and every extraordinary color shone in your eyes. Growing up, Ari dated a bit but never found her soulmate.

You wanted to date, but you also didn’t see any point in it. If you were to have a soulmate, someone you spent your whole life with, why endure the heartbreak? Besides, all the firsts would mean even more if you did them with the one.

You understood where she came from though. It made you kind of nervous to dive into a brand new relationship without any warning was scary. What if you messed it all up because you didn’t have any experience? You tried not to think about it too much.

“So I was at the library studying,” She starts and you scoff. “Okay, I was at the library to see Sam,” She admits. Sam was her boyfriend but recently she had been saying she wanted to break up with him.

“And I was going to break up with him.”

“You were gonna break up with him at the library?” You ask incredulously.

“Yes move on,” She responds and you roll your eyes.

“So, I’m at the library and Sam is there studying so I ask to talk to him. He doesn’t want to leave so I tell him that I want to break up.”

“He didn’t take it well did he?”

“No,” She admits and you laugh.

“Anyway, he starts freaking out and causing a scene.”

“Naturally,” You chime in and your sister looks like she wants to punch you.

“And this guy steps in front of me and tells Sam to chill out. He storms off and whatever and then when the guy turns around it hits me,” She says dreamily as if she falls back into the feeling of what it was like.

You practically fall into the same feeling with the way she begins to describe it. While you wouldn’t understand what the world looks like now to her, you still dream about it constantly. Ari was beyond lucky to be able to meet her soulmate so young.

“We’re gonna hangout again tonight,” She smiles dreamily.

“I can’t wait to be there at your wedding you two already sound so cute.”

She gives you a soft smile before taking your hand and squeezing it lightly. “You’ll meet him soon I know it.”

The rest of the summer seems to fly by. Ari is preoccupied with her soulmate, getting to know him and starting their lives together. You were beyond happy for her to finally find true love but you couldn’t help but feel a bit sad.

Not only were you not able to meet your all time favorite boy band, you had nothing else to do all summer but work. It was tiring and boring but you were making bank all summer. Besides, there was always the next tour.

Tonight you were working the closing shift. It was 6pm to 12 am and honestly your least favorite shift for work. You were alone for the last two hours and the only thing that kept you company were the creepy night shoppers and terrible 80s music.

You tried to make the most of it tonight and bring your headphones so you at least had something different to listen to. As you’re saying your goodbyes to your coworkers, you pop a headphone in and pull up your why don’t we playlist.

You decided to start cleaning the registers first as you wait for the occasional customer to come stop your busy work. As you clean, you find yourself bopping to your music and even singing along. Even though you were alone for the last two hours, doesn’t mean you can't have fun.

Just as you move to your next register, you stop when one of your favorite songs to dance to, friends, comes on. You do a little happy dance before pausing and starting to do your practiced choreography. You loved learning the boys dance moves to songs so you could pop off during concerts.

“I’ll bring a couple of things along,” You sing quietly before performing the tricky steps and landing the beat. You smile proudly at yourself since you had been practicing that move for ages and you finally perfected it.

Just as you’re about to walk away, you feel a tap on your shoulder. You turn quickly on your feet but end up getting tangled mid spin and before you know it you’re falling. You hear someone call out but it’s too late.

You land squarely on the ground, sliding back about a foot before slouching back down. You sigh and before you can move, the boy is sticking his hand out to you. You take it, and he hauls you up.

“Are you okay?” He asks and you check your hands and arms to make sure they’re okay. You pull your phone out to see it’s almost completely shattered and you sigh.

“I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to scare you,” The boy apologizes and you finally look up at him. Your jaw drops open and you try to form a response but nothing comes out.

“You’re Jack Avery,” You state.

“Guilty as charged,” He admits and you still can’t process it.

“You’re Jack Avery,” You repeat. “What are you doing here? Not like Connecticut I know you’re here for the concert tomorrow but what are you doing here? This is literally the middle of nowhere and you’re here at my job and i’m embarrassing myself.”

“It’s fine. What’s your name?”

“(y/n),” You respond and he nods.

“Well (y/n), anyway I can make that up to you?” He asks gesturing towards your shattered phone.

“I can buy you a new one? Or get you limelight? Or both?” He asks unsure of what to do in this situation.

“Both works,” You joke and he smiles.

“Both it is.”

The two of you talk for a bit longer, and he gives you his phone number with the promise you won’t give it to anyone else. By the time he’s finally checked out and leaving, you’re clocking out.

“I know this is a really random question,” You start and Jack looks over at you.

“But have you met your soulmate yet?”

“Yeah about a year ago. Why?”

“My sister met hers this summer and I can’t stop thinking about it,” You respond shrugging your shoulders.

“Hey, you never know what could happen. Maybe it’s someone in the band?”

The next day you wake up and almost forget what happened the night before. When it hits you all over again, you rush straight into your sisters room. She’s still asleep but that doesn't stop you from running over and shaking her awake.

“Ari!!!” You scream.

“What?” She asks annoyed.

“Get up! We’re meeting Why Don’t We today!!”

At those words, she bolts out of bed and lets out an excited scream. She runs over and hugs you and the two of you jump up and down in excitement. This was a dream come true for the two of you and you were still in shock of it all.

“How did you get meet and greet?” She asks after settling down a bit.

You explain the events of last night, and when you're done, Ari freaks out all over again. Suddenly your phone starts to ring and you head into your room with Ari hot on your trail. When you reach it, you see Jacks contact pulled up and your sister shrieks in excitement.

“Answer it!”

You swipe right on the call and Ari leans closer to you to hear what he’s saying. He explains when to get to the venue and where to meet him and when you hang up, Ari and you both cheer in excitement again.

The two of you then decide to split up and start getting ready for the concert. Jack told you to be there in two hours leaving you an hour to get set. After changing and fixing your hair and makeup, you and your sister set out.

“I can’t believe we’re meeting them! This summer is literally the best.”

The drive is quick and you find yourself starting to freak out. Last night was a dream meeting Jack on accident. Meeting the rest of the band is everything you’ve ever wanted and more. You find parking and head inside the big casino. You head for the arena and when you get there you walk towards the security guard sitting out front.

“Hi, uh (y/n) (y/l/n) and Arianna (y/l/n)?” The security guard gives us an uncertain look but before he can say anything, the door behind him opens. Jacks head peaks out and he smiles widely at us.

“Hey (y/n). Come on in.” The two of you slip past the security guard and start to follow Jack. As you walk, your sister hits your arm dramatically trying not to freak out too loudly.

Jack talks as the three of you walk, explaining that limelight doesn’t start for another hour and that he wanted you to have time to hang out with the guys. He leads you towards the back of the stage and into what he told us was the dressing rooms.

When you walk in, the boys are relaxed around the room talking. You spot all of the band members except Corbyn and when they realize Jack hasn’t come back alone, they stop talking. Jack steps forward and introduces the two of us before explaining what happened the other day.

“So that’s why we had to make a stop at the apple store?” Daniel asks and Jack nods.

“You didn’t have to buy me a new phone I was joking,” You chime in and Jack shrugs.

“I felt bad and besides you shouldn’t have to deal with a shattered screen forever because of me.”

After initial introductions, the six of us sit around and talk. Every once in awhile your mind would wander to where Corbyn was but you figured he’d be around eventually. You were still pretty starstruck anyway all things considered so you were just trying to process that this was actually happening.

About ten minutes before limelight was supposed to begin, Corbyn finally walks into the room. He explains where he was and apologizes for not being here earlier. He heads over to Ari first and offers her a hug before turning to you.

And it’s just like Ari explained but even better.

Just as Corbyn turns, his eyes move slowly upwards till they’re gazing into yours. You’re thrown into a state of shock and wonder as the edges of the room slowly start to color. You look to see the walls are a startling white, the carpet black with a red stripe down the middle, and a larger array of colors shadowing across the room.

You look down and realize your outfit displays about four or five colors that this morning you would have described as different shades of gray and black. Finally, when you look back up, Corbyn is staring at you with the softest and most loving smile you had ever seen.

“Hey soulmate,” He greets and your smile widens. You’ve waited ages for that term to be sent in your direction. If this wasn’t happening literally right before you’re eyes you wouldn’t believe it. “You’re so colorful.”

“Hey. You seeing what I’m seeing?”

“Just that I’m gonna spend the rest of my life with the most gorgeous girl ever? Totally,” You laugh at his cheesiness but you never felt happier than in this moment. You were damn lucky Corbyn has always been your lane ever since the band started.

“Good because I don’t think you’ll ever get rid of me.”

“Wait I was right?” Jack asks upon realizing what was happening between you and Corbyn. “Yo I’m a psychic.”

The rest of the boys laugh at this and you’re still figuring out how you had the worst and best luck of all time. You couldn’t believe that the universe had decided today wasn’t gonna go in your favor until the very last second. It was truly crazy.

“If Jack’s a psychic we’re all in trouble,” Jonah jokes and you burst out laughing.

“I don't know man. This is damn good for me,” Corbyn adds before looking over at you and smiling.

“Same here,” You respond.

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n0t-actually-satan · 4 years

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rating cwmay songs

okay nO one except me cares about this and lovelytheband is criminally underrated but yeah I wanted to do this so why not :)

flowers - on my grave - oh my god. this song. this fucking song. I need it like oxygen. I listen to it everyday. the desperateness of it gives me so many emotions. and the synth thing going on in the chorus is awesome. I think the lyrics are really interesting and incredible. it’s so catchy and while it’s sad it totally makes you wanna get up and dance. plus I think it really shows off Sam’s drumming and I’m here for that. one of those songs that just leaves you with a feeling...

i hate myself - w o a h. I love this song so much. I honestly love songs that sound like this, with funky chords and lots of fun, interesting noises. again, I love the contrast between the verse and the chorus. it starts out just with the quite, sad, and kind of bitter vocals and piano, and then there’s just an explosion of sound and it turns into a whole bop. I really love the loud drums there. you can even tell the difference in Mitchy’s voice between the points, he sounds kind of quiet and reflective on the verses, then bold and bitter on the chorus and it really makes the difference. I also like how they strayed from the typical synth after the chorus to whistling, it’s really interesting and fun.

silly - the way this song set up the end of the album... I remember listening to the album for the first time and I was just like “THIS IS SO GOOD” and then like every song after that I was just vibing to so hard. I’m alWays a whore for a good sax solo, too, which you now know from how high I rated waste. and the lyrics so exactly hit how it feels as you’re getting over someone... wondering if they really care I guess. and the way all the instruments come together to sound so uncertain, especially at the bridge, is pretty amazing. fucking amazing, honestly.

emo - oh shit. this might get long. what an incredible song. the way it just comes in with that sweeeeet guitar sound. and the first verse just already sets up the vibe of the song immediately. and the synth part that starts after the first verse and goes through the song is so catchy and fun. I love the melody on the chorus and I think Mitchy sings it amazingly. and the way it hones in on his voice near the end but then you hear those drums and you’re just like oh hEck yeah it’s not over and you get another chorus and you’re just rocking out and singing along. this song is one of the simplest on the album I would say, but it’s a nice contrast. so simple, but so good and so catchy. it’s constantly stuck in my head. love. it. so. much. makes me feel better about being called emo in middle school haha.

buzz cut - ah yes, the last single. this song got me so hyped for the album. it’s so unlike any of the other lovelytheband songs, like, it’s happy??? what is that??? in all seriousness though, they should do happy more because they do it so well, surprisingly. from the very beginning you know it’s gonna be awesome. the line “it’s only a feeling, until you make it more than that” I really like. but it’s the chorus that really makes it. I don’t know what the effect on Mitchy’s voice is but I love it so much. and to be perfectly honest I did think the post-chorus was kinda dumb until I realized that I, too define periods of my life by my hair decisions. I’m only a little disappointed they didn’t shave Mitchy’s head in the video... but I really like his hair it’s so iconic so I guess it’s a good thing. but enough of that rambling. I don’t usually like really cheesy love songs but I can’t help but love this one. it’s just being so shamelessly in love and I love that, but it also sounds more real that a lot of pop songs. it’s the kind of song that always cheers you up and makes you believe in love again.

loneliness for love - someone will probably come at me for this. sorry. it’s a bop for SURE that’s why it’s ranked six. I seriously love it, love the guitar part, love the lyrics, it’s so upbeat yet sad which I love and who can’t say it’s relatable? but I gotta say this album is so packed full of bangers it’s still sixth. it’s probably also a little because this was the first single to come out and songs are more exciting when you’ve listened to them less I would say.

waste - I really like how this one starts, sounding so distant, before it all comes in. one of my favs of the singles. the chorus though, it’s so dramatic and emotional. it really just so well describes the feeling of falling apart I guess. I can really relate to feeling stuck and wanting to give up. and I just LOVE the line of “mixing glitter with my tears” like seriously, what beautiful imagery. and the sax solo is EVERYTHING. brings the entire song together with the mournfulness, I guess. then there comes that moment where it’s suddenly all quiet and still and then BOOM it all comes out again so dramatically. definitely one of my favs. I listened to this so much when it first came out, though I have to admit, I’m vibing a little more with the newer songs now.

love somebody else - ahaha this one’s too relatable. but omg, the instrumental part after the chorus? it hits so hard. such a wordy song, unusual for lovelytheband, but I really like it. I don’t really know what’s going on in the lyrics but I do think they’re really interesting and I like to try and figure about what they mean lol. and the contrast from the verse to the chorus is awesome, the way it’s kind of cluttered and quiet to dramatic and loud simple. love it.

idwgtyp - I think this is only fourth because I’ve heard it so many times now it doesn’t have the same thrill it did at the beginning. still amazing tough. the instrumental part with all the bass in amazing. and I love how it stops and then it comes back, just building the excitement. the ending is sO satisfying as it goes down. the HUHs are a little weird though, I have to say.

i should be happy - I usually prefer lovelytheband’s more upbeat songs. but this one is really something. the quiet voice and the piano just tells so much with so little. the little sounds in the background I don’t know how to describe make it more interesting. the only thing I don’t like about this song is the weird effects on Mitchy’s voice. idk. I just don’t really like them idk why.

drive - I like this song. but I do find it a bit boring after awhile. I think it would be good at putting me to sleep and I mean that in the best possible way. very chill and pretty. but a little dull.

your favorite one - beautiful. simply. beautiful. this song gives me so many f e e l i n g s. I really like the weird robotic voices thing? it’s cool and unlike any other song, gives it an interesting vibe. and the arrangement is really, really nice. it is a bit long though, I have to say

when you’re lonely - interlude - it’s just kinda lacking substance. which makes sense for an interlude. I have no criticism, there’s just a ton of great songs on here and they can’t all be at the top. it really does hit you hard when it’s like dark, and quiet, and you’re sad and your just like w o w. it definitely hits different.

conversations with myself about you - meh. honestly I’m not a huge fan. don’t come at me. it’s not really a song it’s just some voices and then one line. I always skip it.

wow. that was honestly way harder than I expected. like I expected it to be hard, but like, the top five took forever to decide on. anyway this took me almost two hours but it was worth it. if you haven’t listened to the album yet, do it. do it now. or face the consequences. :)

anyway. this album is such a masterpiece. I loved finding it hard to smile but I gotta say I think cwmay takes the cake. I can’t wait to see what lovelytheband makes next and see if my favorites keep changing...

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