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weaselmcdiesel · 1 month

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ok so it's not a comic hope thats ok with you but instead it's karkat n nepeta but designed by someone whos madly in love with them both

some more au explanations + transcript beneath the cut

they're maybe around 30-40 yo? This was mostly just an exercise to give both of them adult designs. uh. i'm only calling it an au because I made bs some explanations behind their designs while i was drawing them. so uh, in this universe, sburb never happens + things that happened because of sburb don't happen either, but the alternian society is relatively unchanged. i dont actually know.. what.. karkat does.. like i cant figure out why he wouldnt be culled but it doesnt really matter i just wanted to draw him looking cool! (i am. open to hear about speculation if you have any). also i figured that Kanaya would go to the brooding caverns after her lusus dies, bc the wiki said her lusus would die regardless of the game taking place n whatever, and probaly do something with the matriorb there idk. thats all tho! ill prolly draw them more and maybe develop more lore as i do ^^;

Transcript!

i don’t know what their dynamic is in the canon of this au… but that won’t stop me from making them kiss :]

The Vigilant adult karkat on alternia

new highly developed shoosing skill

honestly has a calmer demeanor because he’s learned what’s worth exploding about… though he probably developped a crazy resting bitch face

pleased (arrow to karkat with a neutral face)

The sash doubles as a sling for when he visits Kanaya in the brooding caverns. He’s also very tranquil around grubs because they don’t cause unmanageable problems. He’ll get mad if someone else bothers one

(yes i’m obsessed with dilfkat that’s why i drew this)

The Predator adult nepeta on alternia

Taller than karkat <3

still a silly goober, but better at getting what she wants

she probably got her title from a history of single-handedly slaying fearsome lusii. she likely takes assassination type of jobs because of her stealth. one of the more easy-going trolls from the group

also! fun fact. i was having trouble designing kk's outfit so i looked in an old antiques catalog book from the internet archive to get inspiration from objects that had the same colors as those that i wanted to use in his design? not sure why i did that. just had a hunch that it would be fun. so this is the object i found that strangely enough inspired kk's fit

haha.. and i also found one for nepeta, though it was easier to design her fit and i didnt actually need a reference object

the book was "Antique Trader antiques & collectibles 2009 price guide"

#my art #fan art #art #homestuck #karkat #karkat vantas #nepeta #nepeta leijon #ah. i need a name for this au for my organization purposes... well. subject to change but #nosgrub au #homestuck au #homestuck alternate universe

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upsidedownwithsteve · 1 year

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Bad For Business: Level Four

Steve Harrington x fem!reader [2.2K] An enemies to lovers au. Arcade coworkers, who love to hate each other, get too competitive about Dig Dug and share a mutal annoyance for the kids that like to pester them. Choose your own adventure by picking an option at the end of the chapter.

There was a boy at the desk asking for you.

He was tall and a little wild looking, unruly dark curls and tattoos peeking out from under the leather and denim he wore, all ripped off sleeves and silver rings. He was smirking at Steve like he knew something he didn’t, like was in on some sort of secret.

Steve didn’t like him.

“She’s on her break,” Steve told him, eyes narrowed like he couldn’t help himself. “Went to the store or something.”

Steve expected that to be the end of it, but the boy with all the rings just grinned, dimples on show before he hoisted himself onto the desk. “I’ll wait,” he said, too cheery. “I’m Eddie, by the way. Munson.”

Steve nodded, keeping his distance as he pretended to tidy away loose rota sheets, used up ticket stubs and a piece of paper Robin and Argyle had been drawing progressively larger dicks on. One had wings and a halo.

“Yeah, I know,” Steve frowned. He was still suspicious. Why was the local drug dealer coming in and asking for you? The arcade was quiet enough that Steve didn’t have an excuse to leave, and honestly, he wanted to stick around and see. “Just didn’t realise you guys… knew each other.”

Eddie looked smug in an awful way, still acting like he was clued into something Steve didn’t have any idea about. Like he was trying not to laugh at him. The longer haired boy tilted his head to the side, all charm and bravado, still smiling. “Oh yeah.” He nodded, enthusiastic. “We know each other real well. Super close.”

You hadn’t mentioned Eddie before. Not in front of Steve. Fuck, you’d never mentioned any sort of boyfriend at all. But then Steve remembered nights that it rained, when he’d jog to his car only to see you run past him, jacket over your head and clambering into an old van, the windows dark enough that you could never see the driver.

Maybe he’d been kidding himself all those times when he assumed it was your dad.

“Oh,” fuck, is that all he could say? “Cool.”

There was a beat of silence between them, smothered in arcade game jingles and alarm bells that announced a new winner, but the air was heavy enough to be felt, thick with a tension Steve wasn’t used to.

Was this what being threatened felt like?

No. No. Steve didn't have anything to feel threatened about. So why was he still talking?

“I guess - I mean - well, I just never knew she had a boyfriend.” Steve cleared his throat, all awkward and he found himself standing a little straighter, chest puffed out, chin held high.

Thank fuck Robin wasn’t on shift, ‘cause Eddie was laughing and suddenly Steve felt about three feet shorter. What the fuck was this guys problem?

“I didn’t know you gossiped about your love lives, Harrington,” Eddie shot back. His smile was wolfish and it looked like a challenge, it felt like a dare. “You interested in who she’s hangin’ out with outside of work?”

“What?” It was jarring, the way Steve’s stomach dropped. A new kind of nervousness twisting around his guts, a heat that crawled from his stomach to his chest. His cheeks felt too warm. “What? No. Jesus, no, I just— we’re not even friends.”

It wasn’t exactly a lie, but it still tasted like one. Bitter and acidic, like swallowing a too big pill without water. It got stuck in his throat, made him wince.

Eddie tutted, leaning back in his hands, taking up the majority of space on the counter top. His legs were swinging, rips across his knees in his black jeans, a chain hanging from his belt looks, glinting in the neon lights. He looked like he was having far too much fun.

“That’s a shame,” Eddie twisted his lips, big eyes looking all sad, acting up like he was on stage or something. “She’s real sweet, isn’t she?”

Steve scoffed, a choked out laugh that made Eddie’s lips twitch up. Steve busied himself with more loose papers, bundling together things that weren’t supposed to be filed with each other, name badges and empty chocolate wrappers stuck between faxes.

“Uh, sure, maybe,” Steve wrinkled his nose, squinting at the other boy. “I don’t know. She’s never, uh, all that sweet to me.”

And then Eddie was laughing, a full, bright cackle of a laugh and Steve was once again left feeling like he didn’t know the full joke. But he didn’t get to ask what he’d missed, what was so funny, ‘cause a kid who could hardly see over the desk approached him, a sticky hand full of equally sticky tickets that he wanted to swap for some knock off Star Wars toy. Disgruntled, Steve fussed with the glass cabinet where they kept all the ‘prizes’, his gaze flickering between Eddie and the door.

Surely you’d be back soon. Right? To see your boyfriend.

When the kid was gone, happily clutching his ‘nightsaber’ (even Steve knew that was wrong), Eddie was watching him again.

“She’s pretty, right?”

Steve froze. “What?” Was this some kind of trick? Who the fuck goes ‘round asking other dudes if they think their girlfriend is pretty? “I don’t— I’ve never—”

Eddie was grinning. Again. That Cheshire Cat smile, white teeth flashing somewhat threateningly. Steve didn’t know what the fuck was going on. Was this about last week? The powercut? Did you go home and tell your boyfriend how close Steve got to you, how he held your hand and for once in his goddamn life, Steve Harrington didn’t wanna argue with you?

“You don’t think she’s cute?”

Nothing had happened. Nothing ever would’ve. It couldn’t. You hated him, and Steve hated you. Right? Right.

“Look, dude, I don’t know what your deal is, but I’m not trying to hit on your girl, alright?” Someone got a new high score on the pinball machine across from the desk and an alarm rang, tickets flying out of the dispenser, lights flashing red and green. It felt like a warning. “She— we— we don’t talk, alright? Not like that, god, we’re not friends, okay?”

Eddie didn’t really seem to believe him, but Steve was more than relieved when the boy shrugged and slid off of the counter, dimples on show, beaming at him. He dusted his hands off like he’d completed whatever task he’d come to do before dropping a set of keys in front of Steve.

“Tell uh, my girl, that it was a radiator leak. No biggie. Car’s out front,” another flash of a smile, too charming now. Steve’s head was spinning. “Catch you later lover boy.”

What the fuck?

Eddie made his way past a crowd of kids, neon signs lighting up his skin in shades of lime green and fuschia. He spun before he got to the door, clapping his hands together and pointing back at the other boy, like he’d just remembered something important.

Is this where Eddie threatened him? Told him to stop looking at his girlfriend and keep his hands to himself? It was a fucking powercut, it was pitch black, what was he supposed to do? Let her hurt herself? The argument was already playing out in Steve’s head, his defence at the ready.

Besides, he could take Eddie Munson, right? Sure he was pretty much the same height but Steve was broader, stronger, surely. But maybe Eddie had that trailer park kid scrappiness, that feral sort of energy Dustin said Max exuded when she got ramped up—

“And, uh, Harrington?”

Steve felt his fist tighten around the countertop.

“You’ll catch more bees with honey than vinegar.” Eddie saluted, a massive skull glinting silver and pink in the light, and then with a wink, he was gone.

What the fuck?

He didn’t get a chance to ask what Eddie was on about, because Lucas Sinclair and Dustin Henderson approached the desk, ignoring how he was standing with his mouth agape, brows knitted together in confusion. Everything was almost forgotten about as he argued with the two young boys about how no, he didn’t know when Donkey along was getting fixed, and no, he wasn’t prepared to let them poke about at the machine with Dustin’s backpack screwdriver.

And then you came back from your lunch, a flash of daylight breaking the darkness of the arcade as the door opened and shut behind you. Steve watched you hand a wrapped sandwich to Argyle before making your way around the desk to where he stood.

Maybe he was staring, maybe that’s why you were looking at him weird. Maybe that’s just the kinda gaze you gave him on the daily. You were wearing a skirt today, black and swishy around your thighs, your staff shirt cut off so it hit just above your navel, much to Murray’s despair. There was a warning written up and stuck to your locker, but you hadn’t seemed to care.

“What?”

Shit, Steve was still staring. He blinked, shrugged and turned back to the cash machine, despite no customers to serve. “What? Nothin’, god.”

You didn’t argue with him, just narrowing your eyes at his strange mood before pushing your way into the staff room. It was empty bar someone’s leftover lunch and a walkman that lay on the table and then suddenly Steve was barging his way into the too small room, a familiar set of keys in his hands. Your disco ball keychain sent rainbows over the walls, tiny glimmers of light across Steve’s cheeks, his hands, his arms.

He held them out to you, cheeks tinged pink like something had happened and you’d missed it, ‘cause he couldn’t really look you in the eye either. You stared, taking your keys from the boy slowly, like any sudden movements would scare him.

Not that you cared.

Steve spoke before you could say thanks, leaning against Murray’s abandoned desk with his hands shoved in his pockets as he cleared his throat. The air was heavy with something, more tension than you were used to, a weight to it that was more than summer air and teenage hormones.

“Your uh, your boyfriend dropped them off,” Steve was finally looking at you, brown eyes honeycomb in the too bright lights. “Said it was a broken radiator or somethin’.”

You frowned, confused at the word that was thrown out between you. Boyfriend? But once again, before you could manage to speak, Steve was talking again, all his thoughts tumbling out at once, swimming at your feet.

“Eddie Munson, huh? I didn’t— I didn’t know you were dating him. Or anyone. Not that it matters,” Steve sucked in a breath, like he was trying to catch each sentence, like he could swallow back the words he’d already said. “It doesn’t matter, obviously. Why would it? I mean, fuck, s’not like we share updates on our love lives or shit—”

“Harrington.”

“—like, I don’t care if you’re dating him, I just didn’t, like, except it, you know? Munson? Didn’t think he was your type, not that I know what your type is, s’not like I think about it or anything—”

“Steve.”

The boy stopped talking, jaw snapping shut as he looked at you, a little wide eyed. He was breathing a little heavier, hands leaving his pockets only to take through his hair.

“I don’t have a boyfriend.” You played with the keys in your hands, disco ball keychain clinking prettily between the silver. The reflections scattered, rainbow coloured freckles on Steve’s cheeks. “I’m not dating Eddie, we’re just friends.”

You weren't sure why you were explaining this.

“But Munson said—” Steve stopped mid sentence, the abruptness of it hanging in the air between you. Eddie hadn’t said you were dating. Eddie hadn’t called himself your boyfriend, had he? No. That was Steve’s doing. “Uh, he called you his girl… I just assumed…”

You snorted, eyes rolling in a way that held a lot more affection than what he was used to seeing when it was directed at him. You shrugged, dropping yourself into a chair at the table, eyeing Steve with a new sort of curiosity. He really was acting fucking weird.

“We’re close,” you said, copying Eddie’s words from earlier without even knowing. “Best friends, you know? Nothing… nothing more.”

“Oh.” Steve’s lips were a pretty ‘o’ shape, pink and pouting and you practically saw the gears inside his head whirring. “Right.”

“He was probably just trying to be funny,” you explained, unwrapping a chocolate bar you’d taken from your bag. You bit into it, licking caramel from your lips. “He’s not though. Despite what he thinks.”

Steve nodded, looking a little dazed, but he pushed himself off of Murray’s desk and sent you another look you couldn’t really decipher. Before he made it back to the door that led to the arcade, you stopped him, an edge to your voice that wasn’t there before.

“Did he, uh,” you winced when your voice cracked, staring at the table instead of the boy. “Did Eddie say anything else?”

Steve almost kicked the desk leg, swearing as he spun back to you, eyes darting over your face, like he was trying to work something out. He thought about Eddie’s questions.

If Steve thought you were sweet. If Steve thought you were pretty.

“What?”

‘You’ll catch more bees with honey than vinegar.’

“Did he say anything? You know, stupid shit.” You licked your lips again, chasing sugar, looking nervous.

Lover boy lover boy lover boy.

“No,” Steve lied, feeling something burn in his chest. Maybe it was the breath he was holding. “No, he didn’t say anything else.”

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kedsandtubesocks · 4 days

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your favorite kryptonite

Comic Bookstore Owner!Dieter Bravo x F!Reader

summary: you think it should be illegal for someone this hot to work at your favorite comics & fandom shop

warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, MDNI. non canon AU. Dieter as a big fandom nerd (affectionate), brief one sided annoyance to lovers, mentions and discussions of various medias including marvel, video games & anime/manga, light use of gendered language, moment of harassment from a creep, Dieter cosplaying surprise, spicy themes, reader wears Dieter’s robe but no physical description is mentioned, light drug use (marijuana), silly chaotic but sweet!Dieter

word count: 4.3k

a/n: So I’m back with another wacky AU LOL this is my love letter to all things wonderfully nerdy & to nerd Dieter who in my heart i believe is totally a Kakashi and Goku fanboy lol the biggest thanks go out to @perotovar & @burntheedges who helped championed this and gave me the power up strength to continue, so grateful for y’all babes! And to you reading this thank you so much ♡

The new mecha anime figurines immediately draw your attention. Their sharp beautiful sleek designs stand impressively and although you might not be a huge fan you admire the striking style.

You’ve been coming to Atomic Planet Shop since your best friend dragged you here in high school years ago. Containing a wide range of things like a whole area to flip through comics, to a wall of Japanese manga - it’s a nerd’s paradise.

Currently you search for a birthday gift to get your best friend and maybe snag a treat for youdelf.

“Oh, a fan of Gundam I see.” An eager and new voice calls from behind.

Turning back you discover someone slinking out from behind the register. Normally Raymond, the sweet older man who runs the store, would be here. But now someone new stands in his place and you’re stunned.

The guy emerging from behind the counter is gorgeous.

Scruffy beard, fluffy hair, wearing earrings and rings on his hand, he’s hot. The shirt he wears says “Wolverine Call Me” in a heart shape. His deep chocolate even eyes seem to dance curiously.

“Uh, just looking.” You politely reply.

“Whatcha looking for?”

You explain how you’re here looking for a birthday gift for your friend.

“Oh nice.” He nods appreciatively.

While you’re turned, giving this new worker your attrition, you finally notice the glass shelf behind the register.

Your eyes go wide fast at what you spot.

“Is that a new Stardew Valley cookbook?” You can’t even process the words, you’re still in awe at the sight. Precious little drawings fill the space to show familiar dishes, like pink cake and lucky lunch, from the game. It’s gorgeous and so unique.

“Oh hell yeah, you a fan?” The mystery man exclaims. “You know we have a whole little-”

“Video game section off to the side. Yeah.” You warmly cut him off.

Originally the store had been very comics and graphic novel focused. However over the years it’s evolved to add more fandom-like elements and now there’s even a small but impressive video game focused area.

A sweetly surprised look falls over the guy’s face and it paints him utterly charming.

“So who’s your go-to spouse in SDV?” He asks, wiggling his eyebrows.

You tell him and he nods sagely.

“I always go for Krobus. Gotta respect our cute sewer dweller.” He says.

While you laugh a flutter scurries across your heart.

A ring at the door chimes in breaking your sweet conversation and a cluster of guys walk into the store.

“Guess I’ll get back to birthday gift hunting.” You smile at the cute worker then return to the comic stacks.

Flipping through the different series and passing through many fun options, you catch the conversation off to the side.

The pack of young guys that walked in seem to know the cute worker and snicker with him about something.

“Oh yeah man, so I was rewatching Endgame the other day and the part where Scarlet Witch goes one on one with Thanos? Unrealistic!” One of them cackles and you pause.

Did they not even see or know about how powerful she’s confirmed to be in the other MCU projects? Even then, in the comics Scarlet Witch flat out changes the trajectory of reality. If anything Thanos is only strong because he got lucky.

But you hold your tongue and continue scanning through the comics.

These guys are probably just punk ass kids. You don’t want to waste your energy on these guys who probably also hate on other characters like Shuri and Carol Danvers.

Now the cute store worker scoffs amused but doesn’t correct them. Your face scrunches up.

You thought he was charming, maybe a bit eccentric, like a 90’s vibrant Lisa Frank vibe. Yet now your skin crawls just a little bit thinking he might be one of those unfortunately toxic gatekeeping jackass guys.

You decide to leave now. You still had time to look for a birthday gift for your best friend. So you’ll just come back later. Without a second glance to the cute worker, you slip out and wonder about maybe checking out another store.

Of course, you’re too tired to actively look for another store. The next time you return to Atomic Planet, you pray Raymond is there.

You’re excited and almost relieved to see the familiar eccentric older man smiling toothy at you from behind the counter.

“Well, you’re a wonderful sight for sore eyes!” He greets you and happily you catch up and chat with him.

Suddenly a chaotic bang clamors in. The handsome worker from last time tumbles out from the back room into the front as if he tried to rush over.

“Dieter man, what’s the rush?” Raymond laughs.

Dieter. So that’s his name.

The guy, Dieter, this time wears a Naruto shirt under a sleepy and cozy green robe. His hair is still fluffy and you don’t miss how wide eyes stare at you.

“Hey.” You politely but curtly reply.

“Hi.” Dieter waves and you hate how cute he looks.

“By the annoyed look on your face, I take it you’ve met this new headache.” Raymond chuckles and embarrassment rams into you knowing your annoyance is that obvious.

“Don’t worry, he’s harmless.” Raymond waves. “He cries when he watches My Neighbor Totoro.”

“Hey what the fuck!” Dieter cries and you press your lips together trying not to laugh.

“Just ignore him, honey.” Raymond winks and you grin wide.

After thanking him, you head back to the birthday gift search. Searching now through the manga selection you notice something moves by the corner of your eye.

Turning to the side, a large Totoro plushie floats beside you obviously being held up.

“Please don’t be mad at me.” A high pitch tone acting as the adorable creature's voice speaks out and your lips twitch.

From the side Dieter pops his head out.

His hair, rivaling a bird's nest, creates a cloud around him and his wide doe-like eyes peeking out are so hard to be fully annoyed at.

“You know,” he now fully speaks in his voice, moving to hold the large adorable plushie in his arms. “Never got your name.”

“You have my full permission to beat his ass if you need to, dear.” Raymond yells dully from the cash register and Dieter squawks horrified.

You laugh bright. Turning to the side you see Dieter already holds his hand out. The half crooked grin on his face paints him so boyish.

“Name’s Dieter.”

You shake his hand, finally giving him your name.

“So, do you really think Scarlet Witch can’t take on Thanos?” You offer light.

Dieter sighs loud. “I knew those guys and what we were talking about might’ve pissed you off.”

So he was watching you. That brings in a curious warmth that courses through you.

“Well I do apologize.” He bows his head a bit. You at least appreciate that.

“I bet those guys are the same ones that don’t like Carol Danvers either or even know that Squirrel Girl defeated Thanos.” You add a bit snippy.

“You know your shit, I like that.” Dieter replies proud and the way his voice drips out smooth does something dangerous to your heart.

You shrug but fight off the smug grin threatening to mirror his.

“Maybe you need to go Gandalf on my ass and teach me a thing or two, like maybe over coffee?” Dieter offers and you’re knocked out.

So he feels this spark, chemistry or whatever it is, between you too.

“Maybe,” you reply back with a grin. “For now I gotta get back to gift shopping.”

“You still haven’t found your friend a gift?! Geeze, what kind of bestie are you?!” He cries out teasing and you roll your eyes.

It’s getting harder staying annoyed with him and not taking up his offer to get coffee.

You eventually decide on a comic art book for your friend and then spot the assorted mystery box trinkets to maybe snag a few for her and even for yourself.

“I know everyone says Goku would beat the fuck out of Thanos, but you know who else would too without breaking a sweat?” Dieter’s voice again arrives at your side. He’s rather persistent, your cute, slightly not so annoying gnat.

“Sailor Moon.” He answers himself sagely.

“Yeah, you’re right.” You snicker amused.

He practically beams besides you when you agree.

You ask if he’s a fan.

“Oh hell yeah! Sailor Venus is my fav.” Dieter cries. “I can sing the entire song theme opening for you if you’d like. Not to brag, but that and the second Naruto theme opening are my go to karaoke songs.”

You laugh, feeling it deep into your bones. He’s chaotic, but unbearably endearing.

In a blink, a rush comes in all at once. The fun sweet bubble you had been cultivating deflates and you hate how disappointed you get seeing Dieter scramble to try and work.

When you go check out, you’re surprised he’s the one at your register.

Even though he’s focused on working you don’t miss the way his eyes flicker up to you shyly but with a confident smirk. He turns to fully gift wrap the items knowing they’re going to be a present and you thank him for that.

When you grab your bag he gives you a smooth wink and you playfully glare at him.

Later at home, when you unpack everything, you find an extra surprise in the bag.

It’s a small box of strawberry pocky snacks you know you didn’t buy.

There’s a sticky note attached to it.

A sweet treat for a sweet customer! ( ˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈ ♡)

Call me if you ever wanna get coffee or just talk nerd shit and make me absolutely fall even harder for you

Underneath the message, he left you his number and you can’t believe it. After squealing about it with a few of your friends, you text him.

Dieter replies back quick with the funniest excited cat reaction meme and you realize you might be in the best kind of trouble with this guy.

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You didn’t expect the convention to be this crowded. Chatter fills the air as cosplayers move all around.

The booths stretch endless with countless tempting merch.

Your best friend tried to get you to plan a fun cosplay with her. However neither you or her could decide on what to pick in time. Now you're gladly comfortable in an everyday outfit and simply allow yourself to be in awe at the intricate lovely costumes.

While scanning the convention and taking in the beautifully controlled chaos in, you also hope to catch sight of someone in particular.

“Dude, stop trying to look for your hot nerd boyfriend.” Your best friend snorts and your heart trips over itself.

Embarrassed, you chide her and remind her that Dieter isn’t your boyfriend.

“Oh yeah because texting a guy everyday for the past month and going to cute cat cafes with him isn't dating.” She deadpans with a smirk.

You playfully glare at her.

It’s not official and you don’t want to rush whatever this is with Dieter. You haven’t even been to his place yet. You don’t mind though. You’ve just been enjoying getting to know him more.

You learn Dieter’s favorite video game is Hollow Knight and his favorite anime is Neon Genesis Evangelion.

His favorite comic book villain of all time is the Condiment King.

Matcha flavored Kit Kats have become his newest obsession session.

He saw all the Lord of the Rings movies in theater and can practically quote The Two Towers. Still has the comic book his best friend in middle school gave to him. Also refuses to let any of his Animal Crossing villagers leave because he’s so attached to them.

Dieter had made you laugh more than you can count, but he can be a bit ridiculous.

Like when he called you after he got off a late closing night shift to ask if Pacific Rim was real did you think the Kaiju monsters would maybe stop attacking if they found out how much he loves them.

Dieter does have his headache moments, but he’s an endearing kaleidoscope of a soul.

Earlier this week when you visited him at the shop, he said he was going to be here at the conversation. But with how bad the convention center’s wifi is, you haven’t been able to contact him.

“He even said he was coming in cosplay just for today right? Any ideas what he’s showing up as?” Your best friend wiggles her eyes while you and her stroll down an artist alley.

“No!” You huff still upset. “He said he wanted it to be a surprise.”

While you appreciate him wanting to wait for a dramatic reveal, you wanted to know what his outfit was from the minute he told you.

You wanted to maybe try dedicatedly searching for him, but you get completely enthralled by the mass amounts of merchandise delightfully distracting you.

You spot incredible fan art pieces, adorable handmade keychains, and very expensive but beautiful figurines.

It’s like a mini wonderland.

Checking out the cute earrings at the stall you’re at, you lose sight of your best friend. When you turn to excitedly talk with her, that’s when you spot it.

She’s a few steps away, very politely trying to inch away from a guy, dressed in a Deadpool suit without the mask on. He’s talking way too aggressively and getting way too close to your friend.

Immediately you rush over and happily jump in.

“I gotta show you this!” You thankfully have the best excuse to pull her away.

But the guy only takes it as an opening to instead follow you both now.

“Just ignore him.” Your best friend whispers to you.

You and her continue to stare at the jewelry. Yet the guy remains. He continues his discussion and seems to get upset that you or your friend aren’t replying. It’s creepy and persistent especially with how he refuses to budge or take the hint.

You try lightly deflating the situation by apologizing and saying you and your friend just want to enjoy shopping.

“Oh, is shopping all you two came here for? You know, you fucking losers aren’t even in cosplay. Fake ass fans.”

Now he gets really aggressive.

The air and tension shift. The poor cute shop owner in her adorable R2D2 dress even reacts getting upset.

“Look, we just wanna enjoy the con.” Your best friend replies sharp with a hard scowl.

“What in the fantastic fuck do we have here?”

Suddenly Dieter’s voice rings out excited and bright and you almost sob.

You whip your face around to spot him.

Except it is and isn’t him.

His hair is slicked back, gelled and curled. Thick gray colored hairs line his temples. It even looks like he shaved a bit.

He’s dressed as Reed Richards, Mr. Fantastic himself.

The outfit looks based on the classic 1960’s first comic book released aesthetic and it compliments Dieter’s frame gorgeously. His shoulders look unbelievably broad and his even arms seemed bigger in the tight soft baby blue material. You’ve never seen him in something so form fitting and it has your throat drying up.

You’ve even momentarily forgotten about the guy bothering you and your best friend.

“You bothering these two, ya fucking creep?” Dieter says with a nudge of his chin.

It’s hot as fuck.

The guy stunned gapes like a fish and stammers, but no words come out.

“Beat it before I shove a lightsaber up your ass.” Dieter replies bored, but it adds a sense of deadliness to his words.

The Deadpool cosplayer turns on his heels and immediately scrambles away. Your knees almost buckle overwhelmed.

Your best friend and even the stall owner cry out wildly excited in a bright neon awe of Dieter. You swallow back a sob as you turn to embrace him. His warm large hands pat you comfortingly.

“You saved us.” You teasingly sob, but truthfully you know he did.

“I’d been looking for you for a hot minute and was about to make some sort of raptor call noise to get your attention until I saw that shit going down.” Dieter explains.

“What a hero.” Your friend jokingly adds, but you hear it in her voice how grateful she is.

Dieter snickers.

“Guess you could almost say I was fantastic… mister fantast-”

You cut Dieter off with a quick kiss to his cheek before he can make the pun and your friend along with the stall owner laugh.

Gingerly, almost tentatively you move to intertwine your hand with his. He reacts immediately pulling you to his side.

For the rest of the convention Dieter stays besides you, walking hand in hand with you.

Even when you arrive at the booth for Atomic Planet, the real reason why Dieter was here to help work, Raymond waves him away saying to enjoy the convention with you.

Your heart flutters and Dieter squeezes your hand excitedly.

The rest of the time is a blissful geeked out dream. Dieter buys you a few keychains, even treats you and your best friend to a bite to eat.

You came to the convention with your best friend…

But you leave with Dieter.

Especially when your best friend urges you to go home with him and enjoy his hot cosplay.

You give her a look when she cheekily tells you that, but she isn’t wrong. Even when you grabbed the quick bite before the night ended, it was hard trying to ignore the amount of people turning to stare at Dieter with wide curious eyes.

And a little twinge of something faintly possessive bubbles in you.

That’s why when you slide into the passenger seat of his car, your heart drums loudly in your ears trying to fight against the urge to just suck his cock right here in the car.

“So uh…” Dieter begins cautiously and even a bit bashfully. “I don’t wanna sound too aggressive and you can tell me no, but can I kiss you-”

You don’t even let him finish before you’re sliding over the seat to him.

He scrambles and immediately pulls you close as his lips become a magnet to yours.

This is the first time you’re really truly kissing Dieter. You’ve kissed him gently good night before. He’s been cute with leaving kisses to your cheek or even against the back of your head like a Victorian gentleman. But now it’s a raw unraveling getting to tasting him from the source so greedy.

You won’t dare admit it outloud, but the soft feel of his lips, the scrape of his jaw, the smell of his delicious cologne, and how warm he consumes you -

It’s pretty fantastic.

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Dieter’s room is a treasure trove.

Framed posters of Pacific Rim, AKIRA, The Iron Giant, and the original Pokemon Kanto generation line the walls. His bookshelf is filled not just with comic books and manga, but various impressive graphic novels.

A mock infinity gauntlet sits beside his television. So many anime figurines, including a really nice Goku one, stand protecting his reading collection.

What surprises you is his expansive and sleek gaming corner which includes a striking computer set up.

“You look hot as fuck standing in my robe and knowing I just came in you a few hours ago is even hotter.” Dieter says from his bed in the most sinful but half groggily asleep voice.

You smirk and continue to soak in his room.

“So do you get good discounts from the store?” You ask.

“Yeah, but it also helps that I co-own it.” Dieter casually tells you. You hear him shifting among the seats then catch the flicker of the lighter igniting.

However your eyes go wide realizing what he said and you whip back around to him.

“Wait?! You co-own the shop?”

“Well yeah, Raymond, that old fuck, is my uncle.” Dieter coughs out as he exhales from the hit he took off his weed pipe.

Dieter even explains how, because his uncle is starting to get a bit older, he decided to step in to help run the place.

“Besides, how else could I show off my extensive knowledge of elvish language other than at the shop?” He says proudly.

How did you just now learn this?

Dieter reminds you of a rubik cube you think you’ve finally figured out, think you found a groove for - until one out of the corners a jack in the box pops out.

Before you can even ask him about the shop or about his uncle, Dieter’s phone goes off.

The loud ringtone sings into the room and your eyes go wide hearing it. Dieter checks who’s calling then denies the call muttering out about how spam scam callers need to be fed to a sarlacc pit.

“Wait…is Cascada’s ‘Everytime We Touch’ actually your ringtone?” You ask, still not believing it.

“Fuck yeah it is, baby! That song is untouchable!” He cries and you can’t help but laugh.

Dieter smirks then pats the open spot on the bed where you had been resting before. Sliding back into the warmth with him, he gently pulls your face to him and kisses you softly.

The taste of the smoke lingers on his lips, but it’s still him beneath it all. You eventually wind up in his arms, cozy and warm in his embrace.

“I noticed the nice audio and mic setup.” You comment while his fingers draw aimlessly against your skin. “You trying to maybe go the YouTuber route?”

“Nah. Maybe. Who knows.” He shrugs. “It’s mainly for something else.”

Now his voice grows a bit distant.

You gently ask him what that something else is and Dieter fidgets

“Don’t… don’t laugh okay.” He mumbles adorably.

You reassure him earnestly you won’t.

He sighs.

“So I’ve been wanting to get into voice acting work.” Dieter reveals with a mutter, even sounding a bit embarrassed

However, you perk up so bright. Turning in his arms you eagerly smile at him.

“Di, that sounds amazing!” You mean those words.

You can’t help but ramble about how great he would be for that. He has the personality for it and he’s told you how he’s done some stage acting work. Plus, it just fits him. You think of all the silly voices he does and you hope now he can make this path a reality.

Dieter’s handsome face falls a bit and you stop. You wonder if you’ve scared him off, or maybe he thinks you’re possibly making fun of him.

You’re about to apologize when Dieter swiftly moves to kiss you feral and fierce. His tongue slides into your mouth with a moan you greedily swallow.

The conversation is put on pause when his hands slide up your thighs, straight to your core, and you fall apart with him once again.

Basking in the afterglow you rest against his chest now feeling sleepy, not even knowing what time it is. You realize being with Dieter is like existing in a realm a bit separated from reality sometimes and it’s beautiful.

“I don’t wanna be that lame guy,” Dieter begins. “But shit, I already really really kind of like you a fucking lot.”

Your lips fight back a smile you can’t beat. You turn to bury your face against his warm bared chest.

“I really kinda like you a lot too.” You admit.

“That’s unfortunate.” He replies and you snort.

“It’s okay. I only want the good discount on merch at the shop.” You reply cheekily.

“Aw! You don’t even want me for my body? Just my discount?!” He cries hurt and even jokingly moves to shove you off.

“Well.” Then he pauses. “Guess I could call my dick a discount, but then again… there isn’t anything short about that-”

You cut him off with an eye roll and he snickers wildly amused.

His fingers move to tickle you, to corrupt you into his same fit of giggles and you wheezing trying to squirm away from him.

Dieter’s hands eventually snake around you and draw you back into his chest. You melt against him willingly and even sigh comforted.

“Next time if we go to a convention, if you feel comfortable with it, you should cosplay.” He comments.

You admit that you’ve thought about it and list a few ideas you’ve had. But mainly, your mind thinks about the different outfits Dieter could go as.

The thought of him now as Doctor Doom instead of the heroic Reed Richards is a glorious thought.

But of course there’s so many other incredible options.

Dieter as Harvey or even Marlon from Stardew Valley.

Even a few anime characters that would fit him so well come to mind.

Specifically Kishibe from the series Chainsaw Man, with his striking cut across his mouth and incredibly lazy hot older demeanor, just fits Dieter so well it stirs something in you again.

“Maybe next con,” Dieter offers and pulls you from your thoughts. “I’m thinking about going as Tuxedo Mask. Do you wanna be my Sailor Moon?”

A couples matching outfit.

You didn’t even think of that. That’s what he was nudging towards.

You didn’t even think of that. But just getting to be beside him is something sweetly moving.

Then thinking about him in the sleek tuxedo outfit, in the white mask, is a dangerous thought you already ache to maybe see come true.

“We’ll see.” You hum with a smile, but when you go to kiss him it feels like a gilded warm promise.

“Never mind. I want us to go as Undertale characters and I wanna be Sans.” Dieter says suddenly and you snort against his shoulder.

This time spent with him, and the promise of maybe something more, is sweet starlit bliss.

#I blame this on wanting another anime tattoo so I’m sorry I’m here to spread the nerd Dieter agenda lol #comic bookstore owner!Dieter #nerd!Dieter #dieter bravo #dieter bravo x reader #dieter bravo x f!reader #dieter bravo x you #pedrostories

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kenyizsuartblog · 3 months

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TF Fantasy insanity - Soundwave and Shockwave

They say there is a monster hiding in the shadow of He Who Listens Attentively. Certainly, that is mere hearsay... right?

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Kenyizsu's First Law: Everything that receives my undivided attention shall be redesigned into a fantasy setting sooner or later.

If you are even remotely surprised by this random-ass redesign, you must be new here. Welcome! Hope you will enjoy your stay! <3

Frankly, I have been on a MASSIVE Transformers nostalgia train as of late, and while literally ALL the newer media I checked out (Rise of the Beasts, Cyberverse and Earthspark) have all been varying levels of bad or disappointing or both, that STILL has not been enough to put an end to the ride. Probably gonna go back to the old classics at this rate. I wanted so badly to draw my two favorite 'Cons, TEH Waves themselves, but machines break my brain. So how to vault over that problem?

F A N T A S Y R E D E S I G N, babbieeeeee

I always had really stupid fantasy AU ideas for our favorite shapeshifting robots, and I finally caved in and had this veeery timid first try (I know this insane bull-- doesn't look like it, but believe me, it is). If the nostalgia train goes on longer, I might add more to this lineup, and I hope to practice "random fantasy designs relatively fast" first and foremost. Maybe even revisit Soundwave, give him a more mage-look next time around. We will see!

Also, fun fact: He Who Listens Attentively is the accurate translation of Soundwave's Hungarian name, Fülelő. Every site ever translates it as Listener, but that is not entirely true. The verb fülelni specifically means to listen attentively. So there you go, hope it was an entertaining little trivia! I will more than likely use this really cool, Egyptian deity-esque name in this fantasy insanity, IF there will be more!

2024.02.16.

#transformers #transformers fantasy insanity #soundwave #shockwave #he who listens attentively #kenyizsu art #fantasy redesign

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py-dreamer · 7 months

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Long hair Macaque, my beloved-

No but srsly, one of my favourite designs is just long hair mac and in this au Mammy's figure is just mostly hair.

I was trying to recreate this screenshot:

Obviously there's some difference like I tend to draw a bit chibi (big heads) and I didn't want to make Mac's hair THAT voluminous-

I wanted to achieve sort of a gypsy vibe with these little skrimblos

AND THEN I FOUND THESE:

And I could NOT pass it up.

So yeah...

Oh! And I also gave the sparkly drip to their ears

(Sh!t I just realised, I forgot the shadow creatures... I'll see if I can add them in later)

I COULDN'T for the life of me figure out the hundred yard stare to match with Mac's sharp eyes (how I draw him) and not make it look goofy so I made them spoopy and glowing instead

I sadly don't have much to say about Bai He here since her black hair didn't leave that much room for shading in a darkened environment (I'm so sorry) And this piece was to show off Mac's design more anyway (I promise Bai He will get her spotlight)

(Also Bai He, nor Mk nor Macaque wears shoes. Wukong is the only one in the family who does and I find that funny)

But oh! The hair? Here comes the fun part

(No his hair isn't purple, I just used purple to shade here)

You see I WAS going to use black hair for this photo but i soon realised how much of a pain it was just to shade it (cause i couldn't) and I was just WISHING I could use his white fur instead

And then I realised....

The white fur could be his winter coat.

Some animal's shed their fur in the winter (I think some rabbits do) and grow a new coat, occasionally with a different colour.

Therefore I could make the white fur the winter coat and during the story, his fur could be black to show how much time has passed since Bai He last saw her Baba...

Mwuahahahahahhahahahaha I'm so evil

(I was very proud of myself)

(Also I know macaques don't grow winter coats but just let me have this one ok?)

And why doesn't Bai He have white fur as well then? Well maybe she's just a different kind of monkey or perhaps it's just an age thing.

Funnily enough, when I showed this to my friend, she said he looked heavenly which is funny cause. As much as I love him, Macaque is a smug bastard and he knows it.

Like I know a lot of it was due to trauma BUT STILL

I just personally dislike how the fandom sometimes makes him seem like he could do no wrong and he is "uwu delicate babygirl that needs to be protected at all costs" when this boi is fockin FERAL man.

So despite taking a bit of a back seat in the main plot for this au, Macaque is still a smug bastard behind the scenes as much as he is a good dad

(Gosh sorry for the rant, I just had that pent up for a while now and needed to get it off my chest)

I wanted to post this yesterday on Friday 13th but oh well,

I hope I achieved the mysterious spoopy vibes as the original lol

(Click photo for less sh!tty quality)

(Also pls reblog, as much as I really appreciate feedback in general, I really like this piece and want to show it to more people...)

Gosh we are on a roll with this Shadowalkers au huh?

#art #lmk #my beloved #pog champ #py's_art #lego monkie kid #lmk au #liu er mihou #lmk bai he #lmk macaque #lmk six eared macaque #Shadowalkers au #monkey bai he #bai he will steal your kneecaps #macaque is bai he's dad #dad macaque #wolfwalkers #wolfwalkers au

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ice-cream-writes-stuff · 11 months

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■□▪︎ Colorful Creations vs. Destructive Justice▪︎■□

{Yandere Miguel O'hara/Reader}

《Miguel O'hara with a Error!Reader or Ink!Reader?》

《{Error! Sans: Created by @/LoverofPiggies (aka CrayonQueen | Ink! Sans: Created by @/Comyet}》

Error! Sans: Originally a version of Geno of After Genocide, he fell into a dimension between Universes and became glitched beyond repair. He now dedicates his life to cleanse the Multiverse of Anomalies, even if it means destroying all of the AUs and Out!

"നⅰဌՍᕦ⎜!!!" Your voice screeches out. Your glitched form appears in his office, scarring newcomers when seeing you, along with hearing...

Descending down with your strings, your glitching form scares and unnerved one of the younger Spider-Man, also known to you as one the "Anomalies".

You laugh at the thought, finding it funny that the whole "spider-society" singled only one of its members.

They all were Anomalies. All of them.

"Meirda.." Miguel softly cusses when seeing you. "(Y/N).." He starts off, but you interrupt with one of your strings takes hold of "Anomalie 42".

You were pissed, knowing the truce you and Miguel held was close to shambles.

You let 42 go after your close look. Eyeing Miguel as you huff, your strings cradling you as you watch him explain.

Ink Sans: Ink Sans is a Sans who exists outside of timelines to help aid artists in the creations of new AUs. He is capable of drawing anything and bringing it to life (outside of already deceased people).

"Miguel~!" You appear from one of your ink portals, excitedly jumping towards him. Before noticing the other "spiders," you light up!

Cheery and kind, you go over to the "spideys", shaking their hands and eyeing their costumes and color palates.

Then noticing "Anomalie 42", bouncing over to the young spider, happily questioning him and talking about the adventure you saw of his.

Miguel scoffed as tells you to stop.

"Sorry!" You said, before patting the young teens head ad Miguel ruffly pulls you away.

You were delighted to meet Miles.

Knowing he could change the timeline so easily!

Yet...

[I'm such a undertale nerd, gawd, but I knew this had to be done! Art, comments, reblogs are appreciated! If you like this idea and wanna use it, tag me! I'd love to see it! This was for FUN, Maybe I'll right more of this! Let me know! Thanks for reading!]

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factual-fantasy · 4 months

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22 asks!! :DD 💖💀🎉💖

@bunny-coffee

@elegysonnet

AAA THANK YOU SO MUCH!! AND YOOOO IM DEVOURING THIS IDEA FRFR-

There's so much sadness! So much angst! AND JEVIL COMFORTING FRISK BY MAKING HER LAUGH?? PERFECT!!!

Now I may be not able to apply this idea word for word.. but I LOVE so much about it! Would you mind if I yoinked some of this? Its great!! :DD

:DD Happy new year!🎉🥳🎉 And thank YOU for sending me a kind message! I endlessly appreciate it 💖💖

@bunny-coffee

:00 Really? Thank you!! :DD I was actually pretty unsure of that detail for Jevil.. Making him round and squishy kind'a made him look too young to me.. but I'm so glad you like it! Maybe his squishiness isn't so bad! :D

:DDD Happy new year!! 💖🎉🥳🎉💖

XD Its been a while since I watched the movie. But I think my reaction was something along the lines of:

"..oh?.... OH..?.... OH YOOOOO---" *excited for angst noises XDD*

Thank you!! :DD As for his knuckle scars, there isn't really one specific way he got them. It just shows that he's rough and tough. He's been through a lot and has been on many dangerous missions.

You know, scraping his hands on rocks, dealing with sharp teethed and dangerous creatures every day.. Your hands would naturally get beat up a lot of you lived like Kwazii.

Aww! How fun! I'm sure Foxy wouldn't mind the company! :}

Foxy: "Oh? Are you a new animatronic?"

Calico Jack: "BIG TALKIN ROBOT-"

Now usually I would say Calico Jack. And its probably still true.. but considering how I'm trying to structure my Octonauts AU.. Inkling might actually be the one who's studied up more on folk tales and mythologies.. 👀

@rockbott0m47 (huh.. in all my days I don't think I've ever received a question like this XDD)

I try to be as factual as possible.. but in all honesty, my factual stops where the lazy begins-

XDD You're welcome?? Ah- Sorry for your loss?? XD I'm not sure how you feel about this realization but none the less thank you! I'm so glad you've liked my artwork! :DD

@nevereatingpeas

:DD THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! I'm so glad you like my deign!! :}}💖

AAAAA THANK YOU SO MUCH!! 😭😭💖💖💖

(Post in question)

WAAAAAHGG THANB YIU SO MCUH!!! ITS SO COOL TO ME THAT YOU SAW ALL THOSE DETAILS!!

Yes exactly! Shellington's "VEGGIE DAD" shirt, Kwazii's bent whiskers and scars.. AND YES YES! THE CAPTAIN IN FULL UNIFORM!! I was thinking that he is an early riser and was up before everyone else was. He's not intending to eat later- he's just already had breakfast! :0

AND YES!! The meals were all correct but one <XD google says that sea otters eat crab. So I googled "crab meat meal" and drew one of the things that came up. It might be a salad thing..? Or a crab pasta thingy.?? Not sure <XDD But MAN the potatoes would have been a good idea too-

One detail that I was fond of was the steam coming from everyone's cups. Though Peso and Barnacles have no steam, because they're drinking cold drinks! You get it?? Becuase they are cold creatures?? Don't like warm things??? I'm so smart 🤣

@itschrisboys

YOOOO THIS IS A REALLY SOLID IDEA!! She could have the guilt of having killed everyone, while also trying to give everyone their happy ending.. Cool! Would you mind if I used this idea? Or at least part of it? Its really neat! :00

@britneyt

:DD Thank you! I'm glad you like that design detail of his XDD

Also thank you again! Happy new year!! 🎉🥳🎉

@beryl-shade

XD My first thought was Glamrock Freddy; "HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO HIDE YOU NOW GREGORY??"

I do! I'll have to draw them sometime-

@tallchest13-blog

Thank you! I'm so glad! :DDD

@natewithacake

:DD Thank you so much!! I'm glad you like the designs I've given them! :}}}

#my response #octonauts #undertale #deltarune #fnaf security breach

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fashion4standusers · 9 months

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FFSU’s Fan Fashion Week!

*ETA: Works posted to AO3 can be tagged as "FFSU Fashion Week"!*

I’ve had the concept for this in my head for AGES but never got around to posting it. I originally planned to run it as an event during a certain time period, but I found that making it an event intimidated me out of actually making the idea happen. I just think that I’m a lot more confident in my ideas when I don’t overthink it! Therefore, instead of running an event, I’m just putting this challenge out into the atmosphere for people to take it and run with it.

REBLOGS GREATLY APPRECIATED!

Everything you need to know is in the graphics, and here’s a plain text version as well:

Fashion For Stand Users’ Fan Fashion Week Challenge: a 7-day art and/or fic-writing challenge!

Art Prompts:

- Day 1: Runway

Draw your chosen character(s) in an outfit from a designer runway! Check the blog archive or Vogue Runway for references and modify the look however you want.

-Day 2: Subculture

Draw your chosen character(s) in the fashion of a certain subculture: goth, raver, scene kid, etc.

-Day 3: Style Swap

Draw two or more characters swapping their canon outfits, or simply wearing outfits more suited for the other person's vibe and aesthetic.

-Day 4: Historical

Draw your chosen character(s) in the fashion of another era.

-Day 5: Redesign

Redesign, reinvent, or modify the canon outfit(s) of your chosen character(s).

-Day 6: Formal

Draw your chosen character(s) in gowns, tuxedos, and other fancy clothes.

-Day 7: Free Space

Draw any kind of outfit(s) you'd like for your chosen character(s)!

Writing Prompts:

- Day 1: Character Study

Write about why a character dresses or looks the way they do. Why do they like the clothes they wear? Do they wear something with personal significance? How do they want the world to see them?

-Day 2: Makeover

Write about a character getting a makeover from another. Are they getting new clothes, a new hairstyle, new makeup? Is it just for fun or a sign of a bigger change?

-Day 3: AU

Write about an alternate universe where the characters are models, fashion designers, hairstylists, makeup artists, etc.

-Day 4: Disaster

Write about something going horribly, horribly wrong: wardrobe malfunctions, makeup mishaps, over/underdressing, etc.

-Day 5: Shopping Trip

Write about characters going shopping together and all the shenanigans that ensue.

-Day 6: The Event

Write about a character getting ready for or attending an upscale event. Who are they going with? What are they wearing? How are they feeling?

-Day 7: Free Space

Write about any scenario you'd like, as long as it's about clothing or fashion!

Rules:

Have Fun!

This is obviously a JJBA blog, but feel free to use this challenge for OCs and other fandoms! If you plan to modify the prompts, make different graphics, or make your own version of the challenge for a different fandom, be sure to credit this blog or link back to this post!

Mention @fashion4standusers in all your posts to give credit! You can also tag your posts with #ffsufashionweek, and if your work is about JoJo, I would love to share it on the blog. If you post outside of Tumblr, include a link to this post!

Don't think you can do it in a week? Want more time to write longer fics, make more detailed art, or just develop your idea more? No worries, just work at your own pace! The concept of the challenge is a reference to the various Fashion Weeks that happen around the world, but by no means is it restricted to any real time frame!

Only want to write or draw for a few of the prompts? Maybe only one? Wanna work out of order? Go ahead! This is a challenge of course, but if you just aren't connecting with some of the prompts, don't force it!

Feel free to use the ideas you come up with for this into more in-depth works!

It's never too early or too late to give it a shot, and I'll always keep an eye on tags and mentions for new additions!

#ffsufashionweek #jjba #JoJo's Bizarre Adventure #jjba fanfic

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mikodrawnnarratives · 9 months

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I just remembered a project I worked on for a while in like 2021 (maybe 2020) and it had a LOT of akumatized marinette's

That was the idea behind the whole thing but man I did one by one and found some of the most obscure akumatized marinette au's

Sooooo I'm dragging these drawings up from the ashes and maybe it'll be a nice surprise for some of y'all to see

yall got ✨fanart✨

and possibly reminded of miraculous ladybug HA

usually these were done on different canvas's (that were like 250x250) and then just... copied onto a larger canvas??? Mistakes were made and I was insane

A handful of these akumanette's were actually made by me cause apparently... roughly 18 other marinette's wasn't enough

Click for quality and this is a long post

First of all, shoutouts to my own akuma abominations creations.

First image, the ladybug with the red long hair? yeah the idea was the akuma bug seen in canon in like, s2 (also shown next to her) but updated for the new look in s4. Vry original we'll give it a 6/10

I don't remember too much for the middle one that is slightly dimmer. Though I do remember that was the kind of IDEA behind her. She's also holding a knife cause of course. Why have magical powers to kill people when you can harness the power of K N I F E 7/10

I remember a little more about the jester marinette in the back. She had a whole thing with medieval research, jester research, and she also wanted to stab Lila cause everyone wanted to stab lila at the time. 9/10 cause I had a fun time with her

Then the robinhood poster mari was a robin hood akuma mari. 3/10 not original

Slightly canon to downright canon

Ladyblanc was a popular akumanette idea so slightly canon, I didn't base it off of anyone's au

Ladybug and Marinette are there because what's the fun of a crossover if the og doesn't get to panic along with the rest of them????

Last image, not talking about persecuter, we'll get to her in a bit. I just thought it would be funny at the time if I included Chloe and Antibug cause... haha

Antibug is kinda an akumatized lb rip off soooo

OTHER'S AU'S

what you've been waiting for

Thank god I kept track of credit (pats past me on the back)

First of all, at the very front we got @zoe-oneesama 's devil au that made an updated appearance in her scarlet lady au, love to see it

You'll also notice little devil bug on lb's knee in the sketch

Alopeka is to the left of Devil au, by @piearsonist

hi betcha you never would have guessed you got FANARTED HA

This is a post that explains that akumatized marinette, and you'll find more if you go to her page

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAND

Princess justice at the right by @kibouwmlb (also, hello hi, surprise) and honestly it is SUCH a pretty design OMYWORD I love the watercolors

Twiddling her thumbs, minding her business. Remember the release of Descendants 3? Yeah, Queen of Mean baby. And MORE by @shiinaeu hi you are a legend to me

This was so fun to draw at the time and I was experimenting in ways I hadn't before. Peak youtube miraculous ladybug fixation meeting art interest. First one of the characters I did fun fact

@edendaphne betcha you didn't expect fanart of that one scorpion akumanette well THINK AGAIN (also, crazy that this was around when I did your dtiys I just realized, huh)

ANd then slightly more obscure, though the post does have 173 ish notes so, is @skullqueensart 's akumanette right here

Why does akumanette have sunken cheeks here? I have no clue honestly. Take it up with me from 3 years ago and maybe you'll get answers who knows. She's also just... chilling. Looking at nothing. Into the abyss.

Not now chloe's, we are discussing persecutor now.

Love the story idea honestly and the akuma design is so god tier AKUMA that oof @yiprincessart I love it

Oh uh, and chloe will be fine

CAN👏I👏 TALK👏 ABOUT👏 HER

She is the moment, she is beauty, she is grace

@artist-from-outersp-ace I love her. She looks so SO pretty!! At the time I loved your artstyle and I still do!! Too bad at the time I didn't know that Tumblr works by reblogging. I will be amending that.

I also remember being SO frustrated when drawing her that I didn't get a timelapse saved in time to show the drawing process :(

But I did love figuring out folds in the dress and the coloring process! Figuring out how to replicate elements in your art!

srs guys. Look at the RUFFLES

Alright, we are all agreeing to be accomplices and bystanders to Akuma jester marinette's NOT MURDER murder of Lila in the background? Okay good.

@lunian I have fanart for you~

And when I tell you I struggled with her design, I STRUGGLED. I ended up satisfied in the end but the curls bro, we lost the curls

But I do love her concepts and powers and I did back then too

And next to her, Okay, I never fully finished, mostly because I couldn't figure out how to get the hand to work with the tray balance thingie

@ladybub made this Lady Justice design and I WILL BE THERE when the comic updates. Or... if they aren't able to continue the comic that's also fine too <3 Life happens

Still love this au and the unique way for Marinette to get akumatized! Me and my sister bonded over our love over it!

I think this might be the first akumanette that isn't on tumblr to my knowledge. They are on Instagram tho @stivenwithani

Anyway I really liked the concept and the design just, reeked, of akuma that I included her

Okay more that I didn't really finish

We got another Princess/Lady Justice akuma idea at the left. Which I never kept track of the credit DANG IT I WAS DOING SO WELL

I'll update if I find the credit but man the OG did really well with the art.

And I have this akumanette comforting Lacrima from... a very graphic and whump fanfic Longest Night, read the tags

Anyway, Lacrima needs all the love she can get (also, funny enough, is the oldest out of this "gathering" of akumanette's)

It's not finished but hey @p-artsypants I gave angst ridden Lady Lacrima friends and fanart so.... yay...

AND THEN THE LAST ONE

was victim to so much reposting I could never find credit for it- UNTIL NOW

but the artist unfortunately deactivated their blog so that explains why I couldn't find their username all that time ago

It was a cool idea and I always love when creators take inspiration from how similar Marinette's name is to another word for a kind of puppet "Marionette"

But before I forget, I'll end this post on one of my akumanette's that I tried to squeeze in but never got to. But I did make more art for and I remember the story!

I remember having a background planned but I never really got around to it. Basically the story was that marinette got akumatized but managed to take off her earrings in time. I think the reason for her akumatization was connected to figuring out the secrets that Emilie had been hiding with the peacock miraculous (BEFORE we knew that adrien was a sentimonster).

Tikki had to bring the earrings to Chat Noir and he had to find someone that looked ENOUGH like Ladybug that Hawkmoth wouldn't notice as much that Ladybug wasn't actually there. Enter Mireille cause at the time a few people were pointing out how similar she looked to the dupain chengs.

Akumanette's powers had something to do with casting depression? I think? In the form of dragons? Oh, Also she travels by walking on the dragons so thats cool

I don't remember everything but I did have a lot planned for her.

10/10 just because I had a fun time with her

#tw old art #Don't Cringe at Old Art Challenge GO #long post #rambling about art and stories #akumatized!marinette #akumatized marinette #I'll add all the tags for the others ltr #miraculous ladybug #lady justice #princess justice #akumatized ladybug #I put this in my drafts in april and it's time to stop being socially anxious and just post it

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veintrry · 1 year

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writer!kunikuzushi x gn!reader, fluff, romance, little short thing, library au, silly guy silly feelings. Not proofread!

an: hello to me spawning suddenly again 🫶 (I'm going through hell with these exams, help.) part two

When a skilled writer who's more than capable of writing only the finest of letters for others is requested by a common visitor to fulfill a request, he founds a new worry surround him alongside an outcome he never would have foreseen.

Misery. That is how he'd describe how love felt. It was a gruelling battle and archons, he had begun rethinking all the love letters he's written for others now that he has felt it for himself. Is this what people feel, this unbridled attachment, this need for connection like a course of electricity throughout two wires - a conversation?

He hadn't taken note of you before, you had begun to walk by this library, your eyes skimming the titles on display. You who'd enter and go to the bookshelves in the back where only your shadow confirmed your presence. And you'd stay there for what felt like ages, browsing, reading, seemingly spending your free time here. For a while it stayed that way and you were merely just someone who visited. I mean, he didn't really notice that much, after all, he didn't even work in that part of the library!

He just so happened to notice from his uncomfortable wooden seat when you'd enter. The ring of the door bell jingles was different when you pushed it and his eyes would shoot over to the entrance like a dog waiting for its owner to appear. He didn't even know you, god.

One day, however, a poster was put up, it was an announcement for a deal regarding the letters. Some may say having someone else write your letters takes the fun out of them, though the point was to word it in a more appealing way, a way that captured the buyers want. These letters varied, but many would request writing regarding loved ones from family to friends to lovers. And he'd write them, the stroke of his pen drawing lines that formed letters and then made words and then... created life. Yet he didn't feel it himself, but others did. He was good at it, they said.

You noticed that poster and therefore, you noticed him.

Your request was simple, you desired a love letter. He asked you what you wanted to express and you simply told him to write what he believes was best. He though that was a bit shallow, he didn't expect that from you but maybe he was wrong to make an assumption on your character when he barely knew you. So he wrote what he believe would be most appealing, he wrote using the descriptions you gave him and the ink that tainted the paper black drew a painting of love with phrases and personifications. He gave it to you and you beamed. There was.. something nice about that.

You came again two weeks later, you wanted another. So he asked you again, what you wanted to express and you answered the same. So he wrote what he felt was best again. He gave it to you, your hands gripped the paper open envelope gently as you read the letter and there was a glimmer in your orbs. In a sense, he felt he could... express his own emotions this way, though he felt bitter. Not only did he not manage to have a proper conversation with you, but he was writing letters for you for someone else.

You came again four days after. Quite the passionate lover you are and he asks you if you want the same thing and you nod your head, watching as he pulls out a fresh crisp piece of paper, he raises a brow at your presence still near him and you ask him if you can watch.

He doesn't know how to reply. There's a silence that follows.

"Just... don't interrupt me."

His tone makes it sounds like he's biting the inside of his bottom lip, almost bothered by your request. As he writes he feels that though the words form with ease, thoughts.. worries, taint his mind. Did you desire to observe him to perhaps replicate what he does, to do what he does for you for your lover? To make these yourself for them? That he will lose what little connection he holds to you? The fingers of his free hand tap on the wooden oak desk. Your gaze is so focused onto him, he can feel you looming behind him, your attentive eye picking up on everything.

When he finishes, he's just about to ask you to write your own signature, so maybe he can view you for a change but when he turns around he finds himself doing something he shouldn't. A nonsensical stupid question leaves his mouth, "What's...your name?" And you tilt your head at him, like he had spoken something outrageous, because he had. He knows your name, you registered it when you applied for the product, you listed it because how else would the facility know its actually you?

And yet, you humour him. You answer him and he finds himself melting at the mere sound of your name not because this is new information but because you're telling this to him, clearly knowing that it's something he is already aware of. Then, you return his question. He blankly stares at you, then turns away whilst his hand beckons you forward with the hilt of the pen. "...Call me whatever you'd like."

You take this as him possibly keeping his privacy or being mysterious, you lean forward taking the pen from his grasp and he feels his ears burn as your fingers graze his, the warmth of your skin feels like it burned his hand and... he liked it. As you bend you notice his hand over his mouth as he obviously avoids your gaze without shame. You let out an airy chuckle but you notice his name title, pinned onto the chest of his vest. "Ku-ni-ku-zu-shi." How you spelled it out makes it sound like you were trying to engrain it into your memory but as he hears you speak that name he sharply turns to you, before his eyes move to where you're looking and let's out a small 'oh'.

Maybe he wasn't as reserved and brooding as you initially thought on first glance.

Only in this moment does he realise something. The name you had been addressing the letters to, was your own. Had you perhaps been so stupid as to not know how a letters format works?

You tilt the pen towards him and he appears confused, the spot where your signature was meant to be is still empty as it always is. "Can you sign it off for me?"

And lord knows the shock he had to hold back at your words. Yet, he dismisses it. He's looking to deep into it, yes, that's the case... "Why?" He wasn't meant to say that aloud. "I... want you to do it." It's a bad reasoning, in fact, he wouldn't even consider it a reason in general, but can he decline you, is it even fine he does this? Though as he debates this his fingers bend the ballpoint pen down, writing his name flawlessly in black. Crap.

You giggle. He thinks he feels his breathing quicken. Kunikuzushi opens his mouth to announce something anything, and- "There's a spring deal that you get two letters for one!" No, there isn't.

"That would mean you still have to collect the other one." What the hell am I saying?!

"Tomorrow. Come here again."

Why did I make it sound like some forced date??

"Okay?" Don't agree, don't agree, don't agree. You give the tiniest of smiles, only he would notice the slight quirk at the corner of your lips. "Alright!"

He waits for you to leave the library, letter in hand as you walk with a bounce outside, the jingle affirming your departure.

...

Fuck.

He tucks his own face into his folded arms, groaning loudly as if he had just made the worst decision of his life and in truth, he might've. But the worst part, the worst worst part, is that he can't stop himself from think that small encounter you had. And he hates to admit it, but he was so glad you didn't say no, that you didn't reject the offer - didn't reject him.

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yukidragon · 2 months

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Sunny Day Jack - Cat AU

Okay, so, two particular pieces of beautifully drawn fan art have collided together in my head to create a light and fluffy self-indulgent image that I just had to share with you all.

@okamiliqueur's heartbreaking picture of Jack's lonely and forgotten box from the new demo made me think of cats abandoned in boxes, "free to a good home." Only in the case of the game's story, he was left out in the rain to rot, the owner having given up giving him a good home.

@jazzylovetodraw's picture of Jack as a cat has been buzzing in my mind for quite a while. I just love how precious he looks in both forms, and when I was thinking of Jack being like those abandoned kittens in cardboard boxes... well, the combination was obvious.

I know that Jack's fursona is a snake, and I know being a cat is Shaun's thing, but I'm a sucker for kitties. I'm as biased towards cats as I am for dragons, if my avatar and username didn't offer enough of a hint. ;3 I'd love to see all the characters as kitties honestly.

Tempting though it may be to go with Fruits Basket rules for kitty Jack, like I toyed with over on twitter, I think I'm going to play with a different and simpler set of rules. In this universe, Jack is stuck as a cat until his sunshine's love allows him to become human again.

Admittedly, it's kind of hard to imagine Jack being alone for very long when he looks so adorable. Who wouldn't fall in love with that precious kitty face instantly? Most everyone would be putty in his paws.

Content Warning: I wind up touching on a couple explicit headcanon details near the end. I mean, I did say this is a pretty self-indulgent image with my OTP.

Maybe Jack was stuck as a cat via a curse ala Hocus Pocus and is guarding the box/tape/etc. Maybe he was stuck as a cat instead of in the tape and no one could see him until MC came along. Maybe he's got a tragic backstory like the cat from Fruits Basket.

Since this AU is more about the vibes, I'm just going to leave the how and why parts of the lore up in the air. All that matters is that Jack is stuck as a cat and left out in the rain in a cardboard box until MC decides to take him home.

I'm just going to switch over to Alice and what she would do in this scenario. Poor lonely Alice is out on the town, when she comes across the box out in the rain and sees an equally lonely kitten. Poor little thing, all wet and sad... She just has to take him home with her.

Alice cleans Jack up, gets him wrapped up all nice and warm in a blanket, and even gives him some chicken she bought for her own dinner that night. She'll have to get cat food and other things for her new furry companion tomorrow, though she should probably look for his owner and take him to a vet.

At first, Jack isn't sure what to do about the situation, though he is grateful. No one has even acknowledged his existence until Alice came along. She's so soft and warm. He loves it when she holds him. She's so kind too.

Alice does find it surprising Jack doesn't put up a fuss when being given a bath. Jack didn't exactly like the feeling of being all grimy, and don't get him started on fleas and other gross things cats have to deal with on the streets!

The vet isn't as fun, though Jack is well behaved, though very clingy to Alice throughout the appointment. He can't help but fear that she'll abandon him too. He'll keep up the helpless and adorably needy kitty act if it means she'll stay with him.

There's no ID chip, no tag, and no missing notice for any cat that looks like Jack. It's clear that the poor guy is a stray.

Alice is hesitant initially. She's wanted to get a pet cat for a long time now, but she has barely been able to take care of herself. How can she handle taking care of an innocent life that needs her when she's struggling so much with her own life?

That hesitation doesn't last long. Jack loves on Alice so much, constantly purring and snuggling up to her. He curls up with her when she sleeps or relaxes. He was hesitant at first, and she assumed that was because he was wary of her, when in reality, he just didn't want to cross any of her boundaries. He didn't want to do anything that might upset her and make her get rid of him. When she started petting and cuddling him, he wholeheartedly returned the affection, absolutely starved for it.

The first thing Alice thought when she saw Jack was that he was lonely, just like her. He's so sweet and can't stand to be apart from her. How can she just get rid of him when he makes her feel loved and needed?

Of course, a cat's life isn't all sunshine and rainbows. Cat food is a step down from people food, and a litterbox is anything but sanitary. Jack just skips that nonsense and goes straight to using the toilet despite the awkwardness, which shocks the heck out of Alice. He also snubs all cat food in favor of human food.

Yes, I could go with Jack being a ghost(?) cat that doesn't need food or to use the toilet, but then he wouldn't have gone through the indignities of a vet visit.

Then again... it would be funny if Alice brought Jack to the vet, only for them to think she's crazy, since to them all she's carrying is empty air.

Hmm... yeah, I think I'll go that route. As hilarious as vet hijinks and typical cat care with Jack while he possesses a human mind and identity might be, this would be a more interesting and tragic route. No one else can see Jack but Alice. He's lived for who knows how long in a world full of people that don't see him at all, unable to even be human anymore. It'd be a different type of hell than the one in the video tape, similar to what I talked about in my previous ramble.

Imagine if the 1984 incident Jack died and became a ghost(?) cat because he was secretly a cat shape shifter or something. Or maybe something more supernatural happened during the incident. Either way, cat ghost(?) Jack is very, very lonely.

Man, I just realized, it would be even more tragic (and complicated) if I go with the reincarnation route for this AU. Ghost(?) cat Jack probably had to watch Mary die slowly in the hospital after the incident, unable to help her or let her know that it's him. He couldn't even offer her comfort in her final days. It would've been so traumatizing.

For now, let's just play with this AU without the reincarnation angle, since this is supposed to be mostly light and fluffy feline fun with the OTP.

Jack, even as a cat, tries to do his best to help Alice out. If he can make himself useful, make her need him, then he won't ever lose her. He sneaks out when she goes to work to keep her company even though she initially tried to get him to stay home. No one sees him, so it won't matter. Besides, petting an invisible kitty is a good stress relief when dealing with awful customers, and certainly beats regular stimming.

The more Alice cares for Jack, the more powers he gets back, starting with the ability to talk. It's a huge shock for Alice of course, but Jack makes it clear that it's because of her love for him that made her stronger.

Of course, that love is platonic, at least at the start, which Jack knows full well, but he'll work on shifting things to a romantic love... especially after he gets the power to shift back into a form that has hands.

Like in typical canon, Jack answers Alice's questions as best he can. He probably lost his sense of identity like in game canon, so he references CloudyTown and stuff "he" did there, mixing up the show's lore with his own past. It's also intermingled with his many years spent wandering the streets being ignored and going crazy from the loneliness.

Jack does let Alice know that he used to be able to change from a cat to human. He just... can't anymore. He thinks it was because he was forgotten. He doesn't know why no one can see him until Alice came along.

It's so sad and tragic that Alice can't be unmoved by his plight. Sure, it makes things a bit awkward knowing that Jack is sentient and used to have a human form, but she feels for him. It also makes sense now why Jack always turned away whenever she changed.

Yes, Jack could have peeked. He could have even watched Alice while she was bathing, but he didn't. He refuses to do anything she won't allow. Cuddling her and sleeping in her bed is innocent, but the thoughts he'd have about her when she was undressing were anything but. He loves her too much to take advantage of her innocent trust in him. He needs her to want him to see her in that vulnerable state... even if it drives him crazy lusting over her. Poor pitiful kitty can't even have a good wank off session with his paws.

Still, despite knowing that Jack was human and is sentient, it's hard for Alice not to fall for his feline charms and not think too deeply about that fact. She still winds up cuddling him and petting him.

Of course, when it first hits Alice that she's treating a human like a pet, she stops and apologizes, but Jack insists that it's fine. He enjoys their cuddle time. He gives her the big, pleading kitty eyes as he begs her not to stop, and she can't help but give in.

Awkwardness soon fades and settles into a strange new normal. Alice does wonder if Jack really is real or if she was just so lonely she imagined something this crazy... but his presence is comforting. He keeps her company almost all the time. She doesn't feel alone anymore thanks to him.

Also... now that Jack can talk, he says such sweet things. It's weird to have a "pet" take care of her, but he reminds her of when it's time to brush her teeth, wakes her up for work, helps her get chores done despite how awkward it is with his paws and small size... It's so endearing.

The encouragement and assistance Jack gives Alice is wonderful, and his jokes are so fun and silly, but it's the praise that leaves her feeling flustered. If she didn't know any better, she could swear that he's almost flirting with her sometimes. She's in denial that's what it is, but it feels nice to be told that she's cute, and Jack is so sincere about it... and how can she not melt when he says sweet things with such a sweet face?

It's one morning that things change drastically. Alice's bond with Jack strengthened over time to the point that Jack finally can change back into a mostly human form, though he does have cat ears, a fluffy tail, and whisker markings.

It was a big surprise to them both really, as Jack transformed in his sleep. Alice had gotten used to cuddling up to a talking cat during the night, so it was a shock to wake up in a pair of big muscular arms. Jack was so happy when waking her that morning, giddy to show her his (mostly) human side, that it slipped his mind what a shock it would be.

Naturally, Alice bolted back against the wall away from the stranger in her bed. Jack quickly started reassuring her of who he was and that she wasn't in danger. He stooped down to her level, pretty much wilting really, with ears folded back, as he apologized for scaring her. He was just so happy that he wasn't thinking about how it must look from her side...

Seeing Jack so pitiful and sad, Alice feels her heart go out to him. Once things calm down, she can't help but be amazed by how he looks. Unthinkingly, she reaches up to pet his ears and feel how they attach to his skull. She only fully realizes how forward she's being when Jack starts purring.

Flustered, Alice immediately pulls back, only for Jack to whine at the loss of her touch. He didn't mind it at all. He always loves it when she cuddles with him.

It's a complicated feeling for Alice. On the one hand they've been very close for so long. On the other, Jack is definitely a human, so it feels different now.

Yet, Jack is so sweet. He's mindful of her hesitation, even if he's disappointed. It's harder for him to hide his feelings with such expressive ears. Alice can't help but want to reach out to him, especially after they've already spent so much time together, getting to know one another. He's chased away the loneliness that had been haunting her for so, so long.

Of course, now that Jack has a human form, Alice finds her feelings slipping into "dangerous" territory. He makes her feel so good, so loved, and she feels for him too. She doesn't want to dare assume he might feel anything more for her than just a friend, but she can't help but notice the way he looks at her, the way he clearly longs to be near her. He's so tender and gentle... and they've already been so cuddly.

It's easier for Alice to find herself cuddling up to Jack, letting him and taking guilty pleasure from his gentle warmth. He pets her hair too in return, and it feels surprisingly good... a bit too good at times.

The line between friend or something more blurs with all the cuddles and petting. Alice feels guilty about it, but Jack keeps encouraging her until, finally, something has to give and their relationship changes. Both of them feel relieved when it does, as they couldn't help but worry that their feelings might not be reciprocated.

In a lot of ways, it's pretty close to the normal continuity, just with some fuzzy ears on top. Jack can change into a cat at will now. As he gets stronger, people can start to see him, perhaps as a feline silhouette, or maybe with some unsettling shadows not from a cat. He's certainly going to be a bit territorial and not be afraid to hiss and use his claws if absolutely necessary.

Still, this kitty is pretty content thanks to Alice. Jack loves it when Alice carries him around as a teeny kitty, warm and snuggly against her chest, even in the cleavage of her shirt at times. Naturally, he returns the favor, carrying her around the apartment as often as possible. It's only fair after all~!

Naturally, Jack wants to get intimate with Alice as soon as she lets him. He's so pent up. Even with hands to take care of himself, all the cuddling and now kisses just make him ache for her even more. He longs to be inside her, biting her gently and growling in pleasure as he takes her.

A bonus with Jack being part cat is that he gets to have some vibrating action when he purrs. It adds a whole new dimension to their lovemaking, whether he's using his mouth on her sensitive parts, or thrusting himself deep inside.

Oh, I'm reminded of the cat-like features I mentioned in the Omegaverse AU. I guess Jack, having feline features, would have a dick that's ribbed for her pleasure too. Tongue too. Neither would be sharp because rule of sexy, but it would add a very pleasurable texture that a clever man like Jack is going to take full advantage of~

Of course, Alice can take advantage of those feline features too. The base of Jack's tail and ears are quite sensitive, and she quickly learns what spots get his motor running. Of course, getting Jack excited will lead to him pouncing on her and getting rather frisky, but Alice would certainly be expecting that result~

I can imagine Jack could make himself look fully human without any feline features, but he knows Alice finds his cat side to be adorable. She has a hard time resisting petting him when his ears and tail are out, and he certainly wants to encourage her to pet him as much as possible. He also wants to encourage her to let him pet her as much as possible.

Of course, if Jack can become powerful enough that other people can see him, he'll have to stick with only cat or human form when out in public. Still, even when other people can see and hear him, he prefers to be in Alice's company. Cats have their preferred human, and Alice is Jack's.

Naturally, Jack would have to be sneaky about showing Alice love when in public if there's a chance of getting caught. Good thing he has that perfectly innocent little kitty form to hide in. I can imagine it would lead to some interesting interactions where someone shows up only to find Alice incredibly flustered with a slightly disheveled appearance, while her "pet" Jack is just casually looking smug, as all cats do.

Person: Whoa, what happened to you?

Alice, not looking them in the eye: Uh... Jack, m-my cat just... ah, got a bit excited.

Person: Heh. Cats, am I right?

Alice: Haha... right.

Jack: :3c

Hmm... I wonder then if the other love interests should have cat transformations in this AU too. It'd be a crime if Shaun doesn't have that ability but Jack does. Jack already gets together with Alice, so I don't want to be extra cruel to Shaun.

Admittedly, I don't have too many ideas for other characters with cat modes. Well, aside from an image of Shaun taking care of his baby MoonPie by carrying her around by the scruff. This post was mostly just indulging in sweet moments with my OTP with a bit of feline flavor sprinkled on top. Maybe I'll revisit the idea again if I get more ideas than just a bit of fluff.

Anyway, I hope you all enjoyed this silly romp with Alice and Jack having some feline fun times!

@channydraws @earthgirlaesthetic @sai-of-the-7-stars @cheriihoney @illary-kore @okamiliqueur @kurokrisps

#Sunny Day Jack #Something's Wrong With Sunny Day Jack #SunnyDayJack #sdj #swwsdj #Headcanon Ramblings #Cat AU

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yournameloveskpop · 3 months

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It All Started At The Night Shift

Paring: Felix x Reader

Warning: SMUT, a lot Manipulation, Murder, mention of suicide, attempted murder, toxic relationship, Stalking

Style: NSFW, Yandere AU!, dark Romance, Friendship

Word count: 17,601

“ If I can’t have her no one can ”

The night at the market store was quiet, just Y/N, the guard, and Hwan, her colleague, were present. They often chatted to pass time during these slow hours.

As Y/N was sharing a comical story from her day, a customer walked in. She and the guard greeted him warmly. The customer, a handsome guy with blonde hair and an Australian accent, smiled back, his gaze lingering on Y/N.

Hwan, noticing the interaction, came over with a smirk. "Hey, did you see that? He's definitely cute. And that look he gave you, Y/N!"

Y/N blushed, trying to play it cool. "Oh, it's nothing, Hwan. Just being polite, I guess."

Hwan nudged her, "Polite? Nah, that was more than just polite. Trust me, I know these things."

As Felix approached the counter, Y/N felt her heart race. Hwan, seizing the moment, asked, "Hey man, what's your name?"

Laughing, Felix replied, "I'm Felix. Nice place you've got here. And you are?"

"I'm Hwan, and this is Y/N, the star cashier." Hwan beamed.

"Y/N, that's a really nice name. Suits you." Felix said as he smiled at Y/N.

Y/N's heart flustered at the compliment, "Thank you, Felix. Did you find everything okay?" managed to respond.

"Yeah, thanks to the great ambiance here. You guys seem like a fun team."

As Y/N scanned his items, Hwan chimed in, "We try our best. Keeps the night shifts interesting, right, Y/N?"

Felix paid, his eyes still on Y/N. "Thanks, Y/N. Maybe I'll drop by again during your shift."

After he left, Y/N sighed, trying to calm her fluttering heart. Hwan and the guard couldn't help but tease her. "Looks like someone's got an admirer," Hwan said, winking.

Y/N tried to dismiss it, but she couldn't help feeling excited at the prospect of seeing Felix again. Felix's visits to the market store during Y/N's night shifts had become a regular occurrence. Their conversations were always a highlight of her evenings.

On one particularly quiet night, Felix stayed longer than usual, engaging in conversation with Y/N, Hwan, and the guard. They talked about everything from funny personal stories to random trivia, creating a lively atmosphere in the usually quiet store.

"So, Felix," Hwan started, "what brings you to our humble store so late at night? You seem to have become quite the regular."

"Well, it's not just the midnight snacks that draw me here. It's the company, of course." Felix grinned.

Y/N blushed slightly, trying to focus on organizing the counter. The guard chimed in, "We're glad you enjoy our little night crew. Makes the time pass quicker, doesn't it?"

As they were all laughing at a joke the guard had just made, a new customer walked in, interrupting the moment. Felix glanced at the door, then back at Y/N. "Looks like I should get going. Duty calls, right?"

"Yeah, it does get a bit busier around now," Y/N replied, feeling a tinge of regret.

Felix headed out, and Y/N noticed his wallet left behind on the counter. "Oh no, he forgot his wallet," she said, picking it up.

The guard urged, "You should catch him before he gets too far. We've got things covered here."

Y/N hurried outside, calling after Felix, who was already some distance away. "Felix!" He didn't stop, so she called louder, "Felix!"

Hearing her, Felix turned around with a puzzled look. "Y/N? What's up?"

Out of breath, Y/N held out his wallet. "You forgot this."

"Ah, my wallet. I'd forget my own head if it wasn't attached. Thanks for bringing it out to me." Felix laughed, a bit embarrassed.

As he reached to take it, their hands touched briefly. Y/N felt a strange sensation, a mix of excitement and a weird unease. Felix's eyes were intense, holding hers a little too long, making her heart flutter.

He finally stepped back, breaking the gaze. "I really appreciate it, Y/N. You're always looking out for me, huh?"

Y/N, still trying to catch her breath, managed a smile. "Well, can't have you walking around without your wallet."

Felix nodded, "True. Well, I should let you get back. Thanks again, Y/N."

As he walked away, Y/N stood there for a moment, feeling a chill despite the night's warmth. Felix's presence had left an unsettling yet intriguing impression on her.

Unseen by Y/N, Felix paused further down the street, turning to watch her return to the store. His expression was no longer just friendly; there was a depth of something else, something unreadable, as he watched her disappear into the store.

The shift in schedule due to a colleague's accident led Y/N to work mornings, leaving her usual evening slot to a new staff member. This change was felt by Hwan and the guard, who missed Y/N's presence during the night shifts. They often talked about their hospitalized colleague, hoping for a quick recovery.

On one of these evenings, Felix entered the store, his usual smile ready. However, it quickly faded when he didn't spot Y/N at her usual post. Instead, a new face manned the till. Hwan, noticing Felix's disappointment, approached him.

"Hey, Felix! You look a bit lost. Missing Y/N, are you?" Hwan asked, a teasing note in his voice.

Felix, trying to hide his surprise, responded, "Yeah, where's Y/N? Not her shift today?"

Hwan explained the situation, "Y/N's covering morning shifts for a while. One of our colleagues had an accident. She's always there to help out, you know?"

Felix's expression softened, "That's really kind of her. She's always thinking of others."

Hwan nodded, "True, but I worry about her sometimes. She needs to remember to take care of herself too."

Felix, with a hint of concern, asked, "So, when is she coming back to evenings?"

Hwan, sensing Felix's interest, replied with a grin, "Ah, missing her that much, huh? She should be back next week. But hey, I'm here too, you know. I can be quite the entertainer."

Felix chuckled at Hwan's playful flirtation. "I have no doubt about that. You guys make a great team. I'll still come by, just was curious about Y/N."

As Felix wandered around the store, he occasionally glanced at the new cashier. She tried to engage him with a confident and playful demeanor, even boldly asking for his number. Felix, though polite, seemed only half-engaged in the conversation.

Finally, at the till, the new cashier tried to strike up a conversation. "So, you're a regular here, right? I'm Jenna, by the way."

"Yeah, I come by often. Nice to meet you, Jenna." Felix replied politely.

"You seem to know Hwan pretty well. He's quite a character, isn't he?" Jenna smiled.

"Yeah, he definitely keeps things interesting around here." Felix laughed.

As he paid, Jenna leaned in, "If you're ever here in the mornings, let me know. I can make a great coffee."

"Thanks, I'll keep that in mind," Felix said, offering a friendly but non-committal smile. His thoughts, however, seemed to linger on Y/N, not the conversation at hand.

Felix, a night owl by nature, found himself venturing out during the day, driven by the desire to see Y/N. He preferred the quiet of the night, but today was different. Arriving at the market shop, he was greeted by the bustling activity of daytime business. Spotting Y/N away from the cash register and busy with shelf stocking presented him with the perfect opportunity.

Approaching her with a playful smile, Felix spoke softly to avoid startling her. "Hey, need a hand with anything?"

Y/N turned, her eyes widening in surprise at seeing Felix in daylight. "Felix? What are you doing here at this hour?"

"Surprised to see me?" he asked with a grin.

"Yeah, I am. How did you know I was working mornings now?" Y/N questioned, a mixture of curiosity and happiness in her tone.

Felix explained, "I dropped by last night and didn't see you. Hwan told me about your shift change. I was actually hoping to ask you something yesterday, but you weren't there."

Y/N straightened up, "Oh? What did you want to ask?"

Felix hesitated briefly before asking, "When's your day off? I was thinking, maybe we could grab a coffee? I've really enjoyed our talks during your evening shifts, and I'd like to get to know you better."

Y/N's heart fluttered. "Um, I'm off on Sundays and Wednesdays."

"How about coffee this Sunday, then?" Felix suggested, his tone hopeful.

Y/N agreed, perhaps a bit too quickly, eliciting a chuckle from Felix. They exchanged numbers, and he promised to text her the details for Sunday.

Not wanting to keep her from work during the busy day, Felix picked up a few items and headed to the checkout. Meanwhile, another colleague of Y/N's, who had observed their interaction from afar, approached her.

"Who's that guy?" the colleague asked with a curious look.

"That's Felix. I met him during one of the evening shifts. He's been coming by almost every night since," Y/N explained.

Her colleague's expression shifted to a mix of intrigue and concern. "Doesn't that seem a bit... creepy to you?"

Y/N hadn't considered it that way. "I don't know, he's always been nice."

"Just be careful, okay? The way he just showed up, especially after finding out from Hwan when you'd be here... it gives off stalker vibes," her colleague cautioned, a hint of worry in her voice.

Those words caused a twinge of unease in Y/N's heart, but she hoped her colleague's concerns were unfounded. Felix had always seemed kind and genuine, yet now she couldn't shake off a slight sense of doubt. Sunday arrived, and Y/N felt a mix of excitement and nervousness about meeting Felix outside the familiar confines of the market. She recalled her colleague's warning about potential stalker vibes, but she pushed those thoughts aside, choosing to focus on looking her best for the meetup.

Upon arriving at the cafe, Y/N spotted Felix already there, seated at a corner table. His eyes brightened as she walked in, his smile wide and welcoming.

"Hey, Y/N! You look amazing," Felix greeted her as she approached.

"Thanks, Felix. It's nice to see you outside the store," Y/N replied, feeling a flutter of excitement.

They settled in, ordering their drinks before delving into a deep conversation. Felix's gaze remained fixed on Y/N, showing his genuine interest. "I've always wondered what you liked to do outside of work," he said, leaning in.

Y/N shared her hobbies and passions, noticing how Felix's eyes seemed to sparkle with every word. "What about you, Felix? What do you enjoy doing when you're not at our store?" she asked, smiling.

Felix shared his interests, watching Y/N's reactions closely. "I love exploring the city at night, the quietness... it's peaceful. But being with you now, this is nice too."

As the evening approached, they decided to take a walk around Seoul. The city's vibrant energy surrounded them, creating a comfortable backdrop for their continued conversation.

When it was time to part ways, Felix hesitated. "Can I walk you home? It's getting late, and I'd feel better knowing you're safe."

Y/N, recalling her colleague's words, felt a twinge of uncertainty. "I appreciate it, Felix, but I'm fine. My place isn't far. But let's definitely meet up again soon."

Felix's expression briefly faltered, but he quickly recovered. "Of course, Y/N. I'd like that."

They said their goodbyes, and Y/N walked home, unaware of Felix quietly following at a distance. His intentions seemed protective, yet there was an underlying intensity to his actions.

Reaching her apartment, Y/N entered, unaware of Felix's watchful eyes. He lingered outside, ensuring she was safe before finally walking away, his thoughts a mix of affection and an unsettling possessiveness. The following week, Y/N continued with the morning shifts, as her colleague was still recuperating. While she hoped for her colleague's swift return to work, this schedule change meant more opportunities to see Felix.

One day, after finishing her shift, Y/N was surprised to find Felix waiting for her outside the store, holding a small bouquet of flowers. Her colleagues, witnessing the scene, couldn't help but express their delight with a chorus of 'awws,' curious about the charming gentleman.

"Wow, Felix, this is... unexpected," Y/N said, her heart skipping a beat as she accepted the flowers.

"I thought it might brighten your day," Felix replied with a smile.

As days passed, Y/N eventually returned to her usual evening shifts. Hwan and the night guard greeted her with cheers, happy to have their friend back. Felix, true to his routine, resumed his evening visits to the store.

The familiarity of the evening routine felt comforting to Y/N, but there was an undercurrent of something different now. The interactions with Felix had grown more personal, and while part of her was thrilled, another part couldn't shake off a subtle sense of unease.

During one of these shifts, Felix visited the store. He seemed more intense than usual, his gaze lingering on Y/N a bit longer, his conversations deeper and more probing.

"Y/N, have you ever thought about what it'd be like to just... leave everything behind? To start fresh somewhere new?" Felix asked her one evening, a distant look in his eyes.

Y/N, taken aback by the sudden depth of the conversation, replied cautiously, "I guess I've thought about it, but I have responsibilities here. Why do you ask?"

Felix's expression darkened slightly. "Sometimes I feel like the world is too much. Too loud, too crowded. I find peace in the quiet moments, especially with you. You bring a sense of calm I don't find anywhere else."

Y/N didn't know how to respond. The intensity in Felix's words was both flattering and a little frightening. She tried to steer the conversation to lighter topics, but the night ended with Felix's words echoing in her mind.

Walking home that night, Y/N felt a prickling sensation on the back of her neck, as if she was being watched. She quickened her pace, hoping it was just her imagination running wild after the strange conversation with Felix.

Reaching home, she locked her door and peered out her window, half expecting to see someone there. The street was empty, but the feeling of unease lingered, leaving her to wonder about the true nature of Felix's intentions. During their next coffee date, Y/N and Felix found themselves more connected than ever. Their conversation flowed effortlessly, filled with laughter and shared stories, drawing them physically closer. As their hands entwined and shoulders brushed, the air around them seemed charged with unspoken feelings.

Felix, looking deeply into Y/N's eyes, broke the silence with a confession. "Y/N, these moments with you, they mean a lot to me. I've come to really like you."

Y/N, feeling her heart flutter, couldn't help but respond in kind. "Felix, I feel the same. There's something special about what we have."

Their eyes locked, and Felix's gaze lingered on her lips. Y/N, blushing slightly, leaned in, and they shared a gentle, yet profound kiss.

"I really like you... a lot," Felix whispered softly, giving her another tender kiss.

As they prepared to leave, Y/N, emboldened by the moment, invited Felix over to her apartment. He smiled warmly, "I'd love to come over. It'll be nice spending more time with you."

At her cozy apartment, they settled into an evening of more conversation and a movie. As the film played, Y/N's eyelids grew heavy, and she eventually fell asleep on Felix's shoulder.

Felix gazed down at her, a small smirk on his face. "You're so peaceful when you sleep," he whispered to himself, appreciating her serene expression.

As the movie ended, Felix gently shook Y/N awake. "Hey, it's late. I should get going."

Y/N, groggily waking up, felt a tinge of disappointment. "Oh, already? Thanks for staying. I had a great time."

"Me too," Felix replied, standing up. "I'll see you soon, Y/N."

After he left, Y/N locked her door and sat in the quiet of her apartment, the evening's events replaying in her mind. It was another evening shift at the market store, and Hwan was brimming with curiosity about Y/N's budding relationship with Felix. The guard, too, was eager to hear more, so Y/N shared details of their recent dates.

Hwan's excitement was palpable. "Oh my gosh, tell me everything! How romantic is it on a scale from one to ten?" he asked, clapping his hands together like a giddy schoolgirl.

Y/N laughed, sharing some of the sweet moments they had shared. "It's been really nice. Felix is thoughtful, and we've had some great times together."

As the night progressed, Y/N noticed Felix didn't make his usual visit. She tried not to think much of it, assuming he might not have needed anything that evening. Still, his absence made the shift feel slower.

After closing up the shop, Y/N began her walk home. Normally, the walk was a peaceful end to her night, but tonight felt different. She had an eerie sensation of being followed. At one point, she even heard footsteps behind her.

Increasing her pace, Y/N glanced back and saw a shadowy figure at a distance, seemingly following her. Her walk turned into a run, heart pounding. As she rounded a corner, she collided with someone, letting out a startled yelp.

Strong hands grasped her arms, and she looked up to see Felix, concern etched on his face. "Y/N, it's me, Felix. Are you okay? What happened?"

Relieved yet still shaken, Y/N stammered, "I-I thought someone was following me. I heard footsteps..."

Felix's brow furrowed with worry. "Why were you walking alone at this hour? It's not safe."

Glancing back, Y/N saw no one. She looked at Felix, who seemed to have appeared out of nowhere. "Felix, what are you doing out here?"

"Just taking a stroll," he replied, his tone casual. Noticing her shivers, he took off his jacket and gently draped it over her shoulders. "Let me walk you home. You shouldn't be alone."

As they walked, Felix kept a protective arm around her, occasionally looking back to ensure no one was following them. Y/N, though comforted by his presence, couldn't shake off a lingering sense of unease, wondering about the odd coincidence of his timely appearance. Y/N decided to invite Felix over for dinner a few days after their unsettling encounter. She wanted to create a relaxed and comfortable atmosphere, cooking a meal for them in her apartment. As she busied herself in the kitchen, Felix arrived, still carrying a hint of concern from their previous meeting.

"Hey, are you sure you're okay after the other night?" Felix asked as he entered, his eyes searching hers for any sign of lingering distress.

"Yeah, I'm okay, just a little shaken still. It was weird, you know?" Y/N replied, focusing on chopping vegetables. "But I'm curious, Felix. Why were you out for a stroll that late? It seemed... out of the ordinary."

Felix chuckled softly, understanding her unease. "I know it must've seemed strange. I didn't visit the store that night, and it felt odd not being there. I just needed to stretch my legs, get some fresh air. I'm sorry if it scared you. The timing was certainly unusual."

As they talked, Felix admired her cooking skills. The kitchen was small, and the aroma of the food was enticing. He moved closer to her, and in a smooth, casual gesture, wrapped his arms around her from behind as she continued to cut vegetables.

"Do you need any help with anything?" Felix asked, his voice close to her ear.

Y/N leaned back slightly into his embrace, feeling a shiver run through her from his touch. "No, it's okay. You're the guest tonight. Just relax and enjoy," she said, a hint of warmth in her voice.

The dinner Y/N prepared was a hit. Felix complimented her culinary skills, genuinely impressed. "This is amazing, Y/N. You're a fantastic cook," he said, savoring each bite.

After they finished eating, Felix insisted on helping with the cleanup. "It's only fair since you cooked such a wonderful meal," he said, taking the dishes to the sink.

Once the kitchen was tidy, they decided to play some card and board games, laughing and enjoying each other's company. As the evening wore on, they settled down to watch movies, cuddling under a blanket on the couch. Y/N found comfort resting atop Felix, and soon, they both drifted off to sleep.

In the early morning light, Felix awoke to find Y/N still asleep on top of him. Gently, he shifted her aside, careful not to wake her. Standing up, he looked down at her peaceful face, a complex mix of emotions crossing his own.

"Sleep well, Y/N," he whispered to himself. He felt an urge to have something of hers, a memento to keep her close even when they were apart.

As he quietly moved around her apartment, Felix's eyes scanned for something small, something she wouldn't immediately miss. His movements were silent, almost ghostly. He found a small hairpin on her dresser, its design simple and elegant. He picked it up, turning it over in his hands.

"Just a little something to remember this night," he murmured.

Continuing his subtle search, Felix found a book she was currently reading. He carefully slipped a bookmark inside - one that he had with him, a silent exchange of possessions. "Now there's a part of me with you, too," he said softly.

With each item Felix took, his expression grew more introspective. He wasn't just collecting objects; he was weaving a deeper connection with Y/N in his mind, a connection he believed was protective and necessary.

Finally, he found a scarf, lightly perfumed with her scent. He held it close, inhaling deeply. "I'll keep you safe, Y/N, from anything that might harm you," he spoke to the scarf as if it were Y/N herself.

As Y/N slowly came to consciousness, she noticed Felix sitting by the window, lost in his thoughts. The soft morning light cast a serene glow over the room, a stark contrast to the complexity of emotions playing across Felix's face.

Rubbing her eyes, Y/N sat up, causing Felix to turn his attention away from the window. He quickly masked his contemplative expression with a more cheerful demeanor. "Good morning, Y/N," he greeted her warmly.

Y/N stretched and smiled, though still groggy. "Morning, Felix. Sorry, I didn't mean to fall asleep on you last night."

Felix shook his head, "Don't worry about it. I fell asleep too. It was nice, actually."

Y/N got up, moving around the room, still unaware of the items Felix had subtly taken. As she busied herself, Felix watched her, his gaze soft yet tinged with a possessive intensity.

"I should probably head back," Felix announced, standing up. "Didn't want to just leave while you were asleep."

Y/N, turning to face him, felt a hint of disappointment. "Oh, are you sure you have to go? We could grab breakfast or something."

Felix hesitated for a moment, then replied, "I'd love to stay, but I have a few things to take care of today. Rain check on breakfast?"

Y/N nodded, understanding. "Sure, another time then."

As Felix prepared to leave, Y/N walked him to the door. "Thanks for coming over, Felix. Last night was really fun."

Felix turned to her, his expression softening. "I had a great time too, Y/N. We should do this again soon."

They said their goodbyes, and Felix left. Y/N closed the door behind him, feeling a mix of happiness from the night before and a vague sense of unease she couldn't quite place.

Once outside, Felix paused, looking at the items he had taken from her apartment. He held the scarf close, feeling a sense of duty to protect Y/N, even from shadows and dangers only he seemed to perceive. His thoughts were a blend of affection and an overprotective urge, a dangerous combination that blurred the lines between care and control.

As Felix and Y/N's relationship progressed, Felix found himself increasingly fixated on her. He cherished their shared moments and kisses but craved more. One day, while out shopping for clothes, he unexpectedly saw Y/N laughing and talking with her friends.

From his hidden vantage point, Felix couldn't help but smile at Y/N's carefree demeanor. "She's so different when she's with her friends," he thought to himself, his gaze following her every move. "So full of life and laughter."

Meanwhile, Y/N, completely oblivious to Felix's watchful eyes, was engrossed in the lively banter with her friends. Her laughter was infectious, and her energy radiated happiness, drawing in those around her.

After a while, Felix left the scene, his mind replaying the moments he had witnessed. He felt a strange satisfaction in having seen this other side of Y/N, yet it also fueled his desire to be a bigger part of her life.

Felix had developed a habit of subtly taking small items from Y/N's apartment during their dates – things that carried her scent but wouldn't be immediately missed. It was his way of keeping a part of her with him.

A few days later, Felix visited the market store during Y/N's shift. As he was browsing, a rowdy group of men entered, their loud banter filling the store. The guard immediately became alert, sensing potential trouble.

The men's eyes soon fell on Y/N. They began to make crude comments about her, loud enough for Felix and others nearby to hear.

"Check out the cashier. She's pretty hot," one of the men remarked to his friends, his voice dripping with lewd intent.

"Yeah, way too good for a place like this. Bet she's got some fire in her," another added, chuckling.

Y/N, feeling their eyes on her, tried to ignore the comments and focus on her work. The men's behavior was making her increasingly uncomfortable.

Hwan, sensing the situation escalating, moved closer to Y/N. "These guys are bad news," he whispered to the guard, both of them keeping a watchful eye on the group.

As the men approached the counter with their items, one of them leaned in, smirking at Y/N. "Hey, sweetheart, why are you working in a dump like this? Someone as pretty as you should be treated better."

Y/N responded with forced politeness, trying to remain professional. "I'm just doing my job, sir. Can I help you with anything else?"

Felix, unable to stand idly by, stepped forward with his items. He cleared his throat loudly, drawing the men's attention away from Y/N. His expression was stern, a silent warning.

The leader of the group, catching the protective vibe from Felix, gave a sarcastic apology for holding up the line and shot Y/N one last inappropriate glance before leaving with his friends, their crude remarks still audible as they exited.

Felix turned to Y/N, a mix of concern and frustration in his eyes. "Are you alright, Y/N? That was completely out of line."

Y/N nodded, trying to shake off the unease. "I'm okay, thanks, Felix. It's not uncommon, but it's never pleasant."

Felix's brow furrowed, his protective instinct clear. "No one should have to put up with that. I wish I could be here all the time to prevent it."

The night at the market store continued, with Felix staying a bit longer than usual. As closing time approached, Hwan offered Y/N a ride home, concerned for her safety after the unsettling encounter with the group of men. However, Y/N reassured him that she would be fine, her apartment being just a short walk away.

Hwan, still hesitant, told her, "Please, Y/N, call me immediately if anything feels off, okay?"

Y/N nodded, "I will, Hwan. Thanks."

Walking home alone, Y/N was extra alert, her mind replaying the earlier incident. As she made her way through the dimly lit streets, she noticed the same group of men from the store lingering nearby. They spotted her and began whistling and calling out to her.

"Hey, there she is! The pretty cashier!" one of them yelled, their tone menacing.

Y/N quickened her pace, trying to ignore them, but before she could turn the corner, one of the men grabbed her arm. She let out a sharp scream, which was quickly muffled as another man covered her mouth, dragging her towards a dark alleyway.

Her struggles were in vain against their strength. Panic surged through her as she tried to free herself.

Meanwhile, Felix, who was still nearby, heard Y/N's scream. He paused, then ran towards the source of the sound. Arriving at the alley, he saw the men trying to overpower Y/N. Rage filled him, his eyes darkening with fury.

Felix made his presence known, causing the men to pause and turn towards him. One of them smirked and taunted, "Better walk away, buddy, unless you want to get hurt."

Underestimating Felix, one of the men charged at him, only to be knocked out cold with a single punch. The second attacker lunged, but Felix grabbed him and slammed his face into the brick wall. The leader and another accomplice then attacked, but Felix swiftly incapacitated them both, leaving them unconscious on the ground.

But Felix wasn't finished. He stood over the leader, his foot pressing down on the man's neck. The leader gasped for air, pleading for his life.

"You don't deserve to breathe," Felix growled, his voice cold and devoid of mercy. "After what you were going to do to her... to Y/N..."

Y/N, terrified by the scene unfolding before her, called out weakly, "Felix, stop! Please, don't do this!"

Felix turned to look at her, his expression softening slightly. He slowly removed his foot from the man's neck, leaving him gasping on the ground. "Next time, I won't hesitate," he warned the man, his voice low and threatening. "Get your life together, and stay away from her."

Approaching Y/N cautiously, Felix said softly, "It's okay, Y/N. I won't hurt you. I'm here to protect you."

Y/N, still in shock, hesitated before slowly clinging to Felix. He gently helped her up, covering her eyes so she wouldn't see the aftermath of his actions.

"Let's get you home," Felix whispered, guiding her away from the alley and back to the safety of her apartment.

Upon reaching Y/N's apartment, the tension and fear from the night's events still clung to her. She held onto Felix tightly, seeking comfort in his presence. "Can you stay tonight?" she asked in a trembling voice as they walked inside.

Felix nodded, his expression serious but gentle. "Of course, I'm here for you," he assured her.

As they entered the apartment and removed their shoes, the proximity and the intensity of the evening seemed to draw them even closer. Y/N, still shaken and now driven by a mix of fear and gratitude, reached for Felix. With unsteady hands, she pulled him down into a deep, fervent kiss.

Felix responded with surprise but quickly reciprocated, his arms encircling her waist, pulling her closer. The kiss deepened, fueled by a blend of need and desire.

"Felix..." Y/N murmured between kisses, her hands moving to lift his hoodie and t-shirt.

He reciprocated, lifting her top off with equal urgency. Their clothing fell away, forgotten as they became lost in each other.

As Felix held her, the sensation of their skin touching was overwhelming. "Y/N, I... I want you," he confessed, his voice low and filled with longing.

Y/N, responding with her own need, whispered back, "I want you too, Felix. Please."

Lifting her in his arms, Felix carefully ascended the steps to her loft bed. Once there, he gently laid her down, his lips finding her neck. Y/N called out his name, her hips rolling against his in a rhythm of desperation and desire.

"Felix... Felix..." she moaned, her voice a mix of pleasure and need.

Hearing his name from her lips sent waves of desire through Felix. "Y/N, you're everything," he breathed, his voice deep and resonant.

The night unfolded in a blur of passion and intensity. Their moans and whispered names filled the room, a testament to their fervent connection. Eventually, exhaustion overtook them, and they fell asleep in each other's arms, the bed covers and their shared warmth the only things holding back the chill of the night. In the early morning quiet, Felix and Y/N lay entwined in her bed, a temporary calm enveloping them. Felix held Y/N close, feeling a sense of protectiveness and possession that had intensified since the previous night's events. The scent of her hair and the softness of her skin under his fingers sent shivers down his spine.

He gazed down at her, marveling at her peaceful, innocent appearance. "I could keep you safe forever," he thought, his mind teetering on the edge of a dark and possessive desire.

Leaning in, Felix gently kissed the top of her head, inhaling the scent of her shampoo. His fingers continued their delicate caress along her back, a contrast to the violence of the night before.

Y/N slowly stirred awake, her eyes fluttering open to meet Felix's gaze. His serious expression quickly softened into a smile. "Good morning," he murmured softly.

"Morning," Y/N replied, her voice still heavy with sleep. She looked up at him, his presence bringing a sense of safety.

"How are you feeling after last night?" Felix's voice was low, laced with concern.

The memory of the attack flashed through Y/N's mind, a flicker of fear crossing her face. Then she remembered Felix's actions, how he had stood over one of the men, his foot pressed against the man's neck. "I'm... better now that you're here. But, Felix, what would you have done to those guys... if I hadn't stopped you?" she asked, her voice hesitant.

Felix's smile faltered slightly. He chose his words carefully, aware of the gravity of her question. "I only wanted to scare them, to make sure they wouldn't hurt you. I wouldn't have gone further," he assured her, though his eyes betrayed a flicker of something more intense.

Y/N nodded, wanting to believe him. She leaned in for a kiss, seeking comfort in his embrace. Felix responded, his kiss reassuring yet tinged with an underlying intensity.

As they lay together, Felix spoke softly, his words filled with a dark promise. "I'll always protect you, Y/N. No one will ever hurt you as long as I'm around."

Y/N felt a mixture of comfort and unease at his words. "I know you will, Felix. But promise me, no more violence."

Felix nodded, though his expression remained unreadable. "I promise, as long as you're safe."

Y/N was eager for Felix to meet her friends, believing it was an important step in their relationship. Despite Felix's nervousness, they went to the mall to meet up with her group of friends.

As they arrived, Bangchan, who had always been like a brother to Y/N, was the first to greet them. He extended a warm welcome to Felix.

"You must be Felix. Y/N has told us so much about you," Chan said, shaking Felix's hand.

Felix, trying to mask his nervousness with a polite smile, replied, "Yes, that's me. It's great to meet all of you."

Bangchan, picking up on Felix's Australian accent, added, "Hey, I'm from Australia too! Whereabouts are you from?"

"Sydney," Felix responded, a bit more relaxed. "It's good to meet a fellow Aussie."

Yeonjun, Chanbin, and Wooyoung, Y/N's school friends, introduced themselves next, each expressing their gratitude for how Felix had been there for Y/N. Jeongin, Mina, Sana, and Emily followed suit, making Felix feel gradually more welcome.

As they wandered around the mall, chatting and laughing, a TV in the public area caught their attention. The news was on, and a breaking story flashed across the screen.

"Breaking News: Men Found Dead in Apparent Group Suicide," the headline read.

The group fell silent, their attention drawn to the screen. The reporter detailed how the men, involved in a recent assault, were found dead in what appeared to be a case of group suicide.

Y/N gasped, recognizing the men as the same group that had harassed her. "Those are the men from the other night," she whispered, a mix of shock and fear in her voice.

Felix stiffened, his expression darkening as he watched the report. Bangchan looked at him, sensing the change in his demeanor. "You okay, mate? This must be shocking for Y/N, given what happened."

Felix's voice was low, almost a growl. "They got what they deserved," he said, barely audible.

Y/N turned to Felix, her eyes wide. "Felix, you don't think that... they deserved to die, do you?"

Felix quickly masked his dark expression with a more neutral one. "No, of course not. It's just... shocking, that's all."

The group tried to resume their previous cheerfulness, but the news had cast a shadow over the day. Felix, meanwhile, harbored a secret. He had orchestrated the demise of those men, making it appear as a group suicide executed by another gang. His primary goal was to ensure they could never harm Y/N or anyone else again. This dark deed, known only to him, was driven by a twisted sense of justice and an obsessive desire to protect Y/N at all costs.

As they walked through the mall, Felix could sense Y/N's discomfort. He wrapped an arm around her, trying to offer some comfort. "Are you alright, Y/N? You seem a bit off," he asked, his tone laced with concern.

Y/N forced a smile, not wanting to voice her growing fears about Felix. "It's just the news... it's quite shocking, isn't it?"

Felix nodded, keeping his expression carefully neutral. "It is. But at least they won't be able to hurt anyone anymore. You're safe, that's what matters."

Bangchan, attempting to salvage the day, suggested, "Why don't we try to do something fun to lighten the mood? How about we play some games at the arcade here?"

The group agreed, albeit half-heartedly, and made their way to the arcade. As they played, Y/N found herself repeatedly glancing at Felix. His earlier reaction to the news report lingered in her mind, casting him in a new, more ominous light.

Later, as the group sat down for a meal, the conversation struggled to regain its previous ease. The friends chatted about mundane topics, but the underlying tension was palpable.

Felix remained mostly quiet, his mind preoccupied with the secret he was keeping. He knew that his actions, though driven by a desire to protect Y/N, had crossed a dangerous line.

As they ate, Y/N finally mustered the courage to ask Felix a question that had been burning in her mind. "Felix, that news about the men... Do you really think they deserved to die?"

Felix paused, his fork midway to his mouth. He looked at Y/N, searching for the right words. "In a way, yes. They were dangerous, Y/N. They could have hurt you or worse. I can't stand the thought of anyone harming you."

Y/N felt a chill run down her spine at his words. The man she had come to know and care for now seemed like a stranger, capable of a darkness she hadn't seen before. Despite the undercurrent of discomfort, Y/N found herself torn between her growing fears about Felix and the love she felt for him. He had been her protector, her savior on two occasions, and their recent intimate moments had only deepened her affection.

As the group wrapped up their meal, her friends, though worried about the news, expressed their gratitude towards Felix for always being there for Y/N. They liked him for his protective nature and the way he made Y/N feel loved.

Bangchan, taking a moment alone with Y/N, voiced his thoughts. "Hey, Y/N, just wanted to say, Felix seems like a great guy. You two look good together."

Y/N smiled, feeling reassured by her friend's approval. "Thanks, Bangchan. He's been really wonderful."

Yeonjun chimed in, "Yeah, and the way he stepped up for you that night. You've got a real hero there."

As the group said their goodbyes, Felix took Y/N's hand firmly, his grip conveying a sense of protectiveness rather than possessiveness. Walking her home, Felix sensed the mixed emotions in Y/N.

"Everything okay, Y/N? You seem a bit quiet," Felix inquired, his tone gentle.

Y/N nodded, her mind still processing the day's events. "Yeah, I'm just thinking about everything. It's been an eventful day."

Felix smiled, trying to lighten the mood. "Well, I'm glad I finally got to meet your friends. They seem really cool."

"They are," Y/N agreed, her spirits lifted slightly by Felix's attempt to keep things upbeat.

As they reached her apartment, Felix's concern was evident. "Y/N, if you ever need anything or feel uneasy, just let me know. I'm here for you."

"I know, Felix. Thank you," Y/N said, giving him a small, grateful smile.

They stood at her door, the evening ending on a more positive note. Y/N felt a sense of comfort knowing her friends liked Felix and that he was there to support her. Felix leaned down and gave her a warm and gentle kiss. His heart swelled with emotion as Y/N returned his warm and gentle kiss. The night had been a mix of apprehensions and affirmations, but this moment felt like a culmination of all their shared experiences.

"I love you, Felix," Y/N whispered, her eyes locked with his.

Hearing those words, Felix felt an overwhelming rush of happiness. He had longed to hear them since the day they met. His smile was bright and unrestrained as he kissed her again, unable to contain his joy. "I love you too, Y/N. More than you can imagine," he replied, his voice filled with emotion.

Y/N smiled back, her eyes reflecting the deep connection they shared. "I'm so glad you're in my life, Felix. Goodnight."

"Goodnight, Y/N. Sleep well," Felix responded, watching her disappear inside.

As Felix made his way back to his apartment, his mind replayed their evening. He leaned against his door, lost in thought, a dreamy expression on his face. The confession of love had ignited something intense within him.

He removed his shoes and jacket, walking through the dimly lit apartment to a room he always kept locked. This room was his sanctuary, a hidden space filled with his deepest obsessions and desires.

Inside, the walls were covered with pictures of Y/N, some taken long before they officially met. Felix had been quietly observing her, captivated by her kindness since the rainy day she offered him her umbrella. That gesture had sparked an obsession that grew with each passing day.

He had carefully orchestrated their meeting at the market, though to Y/N, he was just a stranger. Each photograph, each stolen moment captured in these images, was a testament to his growing fixation.

Felix picked up Y/N's scarf from the room, inhaling her scent. His mind raced with plans and possibilities. "She loves me," he whispered to himself. "Now, we can truly start our life together."

He thought aloud, addressing the empty room, "It's time for the next step. Y/N should be with me, always. She'll be safe and loved. I'll make sure of it."

Felix's thoughts turned to the future, envisioning a life where Y/N was by his side, away from any perceived threats or dangers. In his mind, this was the ultimate act of love and protection.

"I'll start preparing tomorrow," Felix mused, his voice low. "Everything needs to be perfect for her. She deserves that."

As he left the room, locking away his secret shrine, Felix felt a resolve stronger than ever. His love for Y/N had become an all-consuming force, driving him towards a future where he could keep her close, forever safeguarded in his care. The night shift at the market store felt surprisingly light for Y/N. There was an air of anticipation around her, a sense that something significant and exciting was on the horizon. The unsettling news about the men's supposed suicide had receded to the back of her mind, replaced by thoughts of her blossoming relationship with Felix.

Even when the guard brought up the incident, Y/N's response was brief and detached. "It's just one of those things, I guess," she said, trying to keep the conversation light.

Hwan, observing her nonchalant attitude, commented, "You seem pretty chill about the whole thing. Felix must've really helped you through it, huh?"

Y/N blushed slightly, choosing not to delve into the intimate details of her time with Felix. "Yeah, he's been amazing," she admitted.

"If he shows up tonight, I need to thank him for looking out for you," Hwan added, a tone of gratitude in his voice.

As if on cue, Felix entered the store, his demeanor one of contentment and happiness. He greeted the guard and Hwan warmly before making his way over to Y/N.

The guard, in a light-hearted attempt to ease the mood, teased, "Look out, everyone, here comes Mr. Knight in Shining Armor."

Hwan joined in with a laugh, giving Felix a friendly pat on the back. "Good to see you, man. We owe you one for keeping Y/N safe."

Felix, slightly bashful at the attention, smiled and nodded. "It's nothing. I'm just glad she's okay."

As Felix approached Y/N, he reached into his pocket, pulling out a small box. "I got something for you," he said, his voice soft.

Y/N's eyes widened in surprise as Felix opened the box to reveal a beautiful necklace inside. The design was elegant and perfectly matched her style.

"Felix, it's gorgeous! You didn't have to do this," Y/N exclaimed, touched by the gesture.

Felix gently took the necklace out of the box. "I wanted to. Here, let me put it on you," he offered, his fingers deftly fastening the necklace around her neck.

As Y/N touched the necklace, now adorning her neck, she looked at Felix with a mix of affection and gratitude. "Thank you, Felix. I love it."

The rest of the night shift passed with an ease that had been missing for some time. Y/N's colleagues noticed the change in her, the lightness in her step, the frequent glances she and Felix exchanged. The store had a warm, almost festive atmosphere, with customers picking up on the positive vibe.

As closing time approached, Hwan nudged Y/N playfully. "You guys are too cute. It's like a romantic movie in here."

The guard chimed in, "Yeah, just make sure to invite us to the wedding, okay?"

Y/N laughed, a genuine, carefree sound that hadn't been heard in a while. "We'll see about that," she said, her eyes twinkling.

Y/N couldn't stop admiring the necklace Felix had given her, her heart fluttering with happiness. She walked close to him, her hand tightly clasped in his, the other arm wrapped around his. The gift was more than just an accessory; it felt like a physical representation of their growing relationship.

As they strolled through the quiet streets, Y/N chatted excitedly. "I still can't believe you got this for me, Felix. It's so beautiful, and it's just my style," she gushed, her eyes sparkling in the dim streetlight.

Felix smiled, happy to see her so elated. "I saw it and immediately thought of you. I'm glad you like it."

The conversation flowed easily until Felix, with a hint of nervousness in his voice, broached a new topic. "Y/N, I've been thinking... What would you say about moving in with me?"

Y/N's steps faltered, and she looked at him with wide eyes, taken aback by the question. "Moving in? With you?" she asked, a mix of surprise and contemplation in her voice.

"Yeah," Felix said, a hopeful note in his voice. "I mean, we've been spending so much time together, and I just thought it'd be nice to... you know, take the next step."

Y/N paused, weighing the idea. "Felix, it's a big step. I love spending time with you, and I love this," she said, touching the necklace, "but I'm also really attached to my apartment. And, well, I haven't even seen your place yet."

Felix's heart sank a little at her response, but he understood her hesitation. "Of course, I get it. It's a big decision. How about this - why don't you come over and see my place? You can take all the time you need to think about it. No pressure."

"That sounds fair," Y/N replied, her expression softening. "I'd like to see where you live. It'll help me make up my mind."

They continued their walk, the conversation shifting to lighter topics. Felix felt a twinge of disappointment but remained hopeful. Showing Y/N his apartment would be the perfect opportunity to bring her closer into his world.

As they reached Y/N's apartment, Felix gave her a gentle kiss. "Let me know when you want to come over. I'll make sure it's special."

Y/N nodded, her mind abuzz with thoughts about their future. "I will. Thanks, Felix. Tonight was really wonderful."

They said their goodbyes, and as Felix walked away, he couldn't help but feel a mix of anticipation and anxiety. His plan to have Y/N move in with him was set in motion, and he hoped it would only be a matter of time before she agreed. The next day, Y/N arranged to meet BangChan and Jeongin. She was eager to share the big news about Felix's proposal for her to move in with him, but she also carried a mix of excitement and uncertainty.

As they sat down at a local café, Y/N broached the subject. "So, Felix asked me to move in with him," she began, watching their reactions closely.

BangChan's face lit up with enthusiasm. "That's great news! Felix seems like a stand-up guy. Plus, it's nice to have another Aussie around," he said with a grin.

Jeongin, however, was more reserved. While he tried to appear supportive, there was a hint of skepticism in his expression. "It's a big step, Y/N. Are you sure about this?"

Y/N, feeling a bit defensive, replied, "I think so. Felix has been amazing, and after everything he's done for me..."

Jeongin's gaze then fell on the necklace Y/N was wearing. "That's a new piece, isn't it? It's not really your usual style," he observed, his curiosity piqued.

Y/N touched the necklace, a gift from Felix. "Yeah, Felix gave it to me last night. Isn't it beautiful?"

While BangChan admired the necklace, Jeongin scrutinized it more closely, a frown forming on his face. He couldn't shake off a feeling that there was something more to the pendant than met the eye.

Unknown to them, Felix was watching from a distance, his presence hidden. He listened intently, his expression darkening as he heard Jeongin's comments about the necklace.

The necklace, unknown to Y/N, contained a tracker. Felix had planted it to keep a close eye on her movements, a dark testament to his growing obsession and need for control.

Y/N, sensing Jeongin's unease, became defensive. "Jeongin, Felix is a good person. He's been nothing but kind and protective."

Jeongin, though concerned, tried to soften his stance. "I'm just looking out for you, Y/N. It's a big decision, that's all."

BangChan intervened, trying to defuse the tension. "Let's not worry too much right now. We're all here for you, Y/N, no matter what you decide."

As the conversation at the café continued, Felix discreetly left, his mind overwhelmed with thoughts of what he had to do. He hurried back to his apartment, determined to remove the traces of his obsession from the locked room.

Once inside his apartment, Felix approached the locked room with a sense of urgency. His expression was a blend of regret for what he had to let go and determination to move forward in his relationship with Y/N.

He began the painstaking process of dismantling his shrine. One by one, he took down the photographs of Y/N, each image a memory of his hidden surveillance. With each picture destroyed, Felix felt a part of his old obsession crumbling away. All the small items he had collected from Y/N over time were discarded, except for her scarf. He crafted a plausible story in his mind about how he came to have it, intending to return it to her under innocent pretenses.

Felix also took the time to clean the rest of his apartment, erasing any sign of the darker aspects of his life. The locked room was now bare, its purpose no longer necessary. He hid the scarf in a safe place, planning to reintroduce it to Y/N under a different light.

When Sunday arrived, Y/N came over to spend the day at Felix's place. Felix double-checked the apartment to ensure nothing was out of place. The only photos visible were recent ones of him and Y/N together, harmless reminders of their time as a couple.

Hearing a knock at the door, Felix's heart raced with anticipation. He opened the door with a bright, welcoming smile and greeted Y/N warmly. "Hey, Y/N! I'm so glad you could come. Welcome to my place," he said, stepping aside to let her in.

Y/N entered, looking around curiously. "Wow, Felix, your place is really nice," she commented, taking in the clean and orderly space.

Felix led her on a tour, showing her the living room, kitchen, and finally the bedroom. The room that once held his dark obsession was now just an ordinary space, its secrets carefully hidden away.

"So, what do you think?" Felix asked, hopeful.

Y/N smiled, genuinely impressed. "It's great, Felix. You have a lovely home."

As they settled in the living room, Felix felt a sense of relief. The day was unfolding smoothly, and the darkness of his past actions seemed to be fading away. He was determined to create new, happier memories with Y/N, memories untainted by the shadows of his obsession.

They spent the day together, enjoying each other's company, talking, laughing, and planning for the future. As the day turned into evening, Y/N felt more at ease, the comfort of Felix's home and his company making her consider the possibility of moving in with him more seriously.

Felix watched her throughout the day, his love for her mingling with an underlying fear of losing her. He knew he had crossed lines in the past, but now he finally had her by his side. That evening, Felix took charge of preparing dinner. As he busied himself in the kitchen, Y/N offered to help, echoing the question he had once asked her. Felix, however, insisted that she relax and enjoy her evening. "No need to lift a finger, Y/N. I've got this," he said with a reassuring smile.

Y/N, unable to sit still, began wandering around Felix's apartment, admiring its spaciousness and tasteful decor. Her curiosity was piqued when she came across a room with a key lock on the door. It seemed out of place in the otherwise open and welcoming apartment.

"Why is there a lock on this door?" Y/N asked, turning to Felix with a curious expression.

Felix, caught off guard, felt a surge of nervousness. "Oh, that? It's always been there since I moved in. Just a spare room, really. Haven't figured out what to do with it yet," he explained, trying to sound nonchalant.

Y/N nodded, accepting his explanation, but the locked door stayed in her mind as an odd detail.

Dinner was served, and Felix poured them each a glass of wine. His attempt to enjoy the wine ended in a comical grimace, causing Y/N to laugh. "It's okay, Felix. Not everyone's a wine person," she said, finding his reaction endearing.

"I'll stick to something less sophisticated," Felix joked, opting for a soft drink instead.

As the night wore on, Y/N realized it had gotten quite late. She mentioned that she should head back, but Felix suggested she stay over, citing the lateness of the hour. "It's late, and I don't like the thought of you walking back alone. Stay here, and I'll walk you back in the morning," he offered.

Y/N hesitated but then agreed, feeling comfortable and safe in Felix's presence. The topic of moving in came up again, and although Y/N was still unsure, Felix had an idea.

"What if you stayed for the whole weekend? Just to see how it feels living here with me," he suggested gently and hopefully.

Y/N considered the proposal, playing with the necklace Felix had given her. "That's actually a good idea. I'll give it a try," she said, a smile forming on her lips.

As Felix embraced Y/N, a sense of elation mixed with a darker satisfaction filled him. He pulled her into a long, passionate kiss, his hands gently squeezing her waist, drawing a soft moan from her lips. The intensity of their connection deepened with each moment, enveloping them in a world of their own.

Breathless, Felix momentarily pulled away, his gaze fixating on the necklace he had given Y/N. His eyes momentarily darkened, a hint of something more than just affection lurking in their depths. He gently lifted the necklace, admiring how it adorned her neck.

"Y/N, promise me you'll always wear this," he said in a low voice, laden with an unspoken meaning.

Y/N, blissfully unaware of the true nature of the necklace, nodded with a smile. "I love it, Felix. I'll only take it off for showers. It's too beautiful to get ruined," she promised, her voice filled with sincerity.

Hearing her promise, Felix's smile grew wider, a sense of possessiveness cloaked in the guise of affection. He drew her back into a kiss, their lips meeting with renewed fervor.

As their kiss deepened, Felix's touch grew more insistent, his hands exploring her with a growing intensity. Y/N was entirely caught up in the moment, oblivious to the subtle shift in Felix's demeanor.

"I can't believe how lucky I am to have you," Felix murmured against her lips, his voice a mix of tenderness and something more possessive. "You're mine, Y/N. Only mine."

His words sent shivers down her spine, her response a soft moan that encouraged him further. Felix's hands moved to the hem of her dress, slowly lifting it up and over her head, revealing her in the soft light of the room.

Gently, he carried her to his bedroom, laying her down with care. He hovered above her, his gaze admiring every curve and contour of her body. "You are breathtaking," he whispered, his lips tracing a path from her lips down her neck, eliciting soft gasps and whispered pleas from Y/N.

Y/N's fingers tangled in his hair, her voice filled with desire as she called out his name. "Felix, I... I need you."

The night evolved into a whirlwind of passion and intimacy, their connection growing more intense with each caress, each whispered declaration of need and desire.

Later, as they lay entwined in the aftermath, Y/N felt a deep sense of connection to Felix, mistaking his possessiveness for profound love and care. Felix, on the other hand, reveled in the control he felt over her, his actions driven by an obsession masked as affection.

Their relationship was evolving into a complex web of love, trust, and manipulation. Felix's veneer of protection and care for Y/N was slowly ensnaring her in a situation where her affection for him was becoming entangled with his increasingly controlling behavior. It was a dangerous path, one where affection and dependency blurred the lines, leading them deeper into a world where true intentions and emotions were dangerously obscured.

The weekend Y/N spent at Felix's place felt like a blissful escape from reality. She was so enamored by the experience that she texted her friends about her decision to move in with Felix permanently. Her friends, especially BangChan, were thrilled. "That's amazing, Y/N! Felix seems like a great guy, and you two are so good together," BangChan responded enthusiastically.

However, Jeongin harbored reservations. Despite his efforts to appear supportive, a sense of unease about Felix lingered in his mind. It was something about Felix's demeanor, the way he seamlessly blended into their group, that didn't quite sit right with him.

When they all went out to celebrate, Felix was charming and sociable, effortlessly fitting in with Y/N's friends. Yet, Jeongin couldn't help but feel there was something off. He found himself frequently glancing at Felix, analyzing his interactions and laughter, which seemed almost too perfect.

Felix, perceptive as ever, noticed Jeongin's glances. He turned to him, offering a reassuring smile while keeping his arm wrapped gently but firmly around Y/N's waist.

As the night progressed, Jeongin's discomfort grew. Eventually, he couldn't keep his concerns to himself any longer. He pulled Felix aside, away from the group, under the pretense of a casual chat.

"Listen, Felix," Jeongin began, trying to sound casual but with an underlying firmness. "I'm happy for Y/N, and I get that she's really into you. But we all care about her a lot, you know? Just make sure you treat her right."

Felix's expression remained calm, but there was a glint in his eye that suggested he understood the true nature of Jeongin's words. "Jeongin, I appreciate your concern. Y/N means the world to me. I'd never do anything to hurt her," he replied, his tone smooth yet carrying an unspoken warning.

Jeongin met Felix's gaze, trying to read the man before him. "Good. Because if anything happens to her, if she's not happy, we'll have a problem," he stated, his voice low but serious.

Felix nodded, a cold smile playing on his lips. "Understood. But trust me, Y/N's happiness is my top priority."

As they rejoined the group, Jeongin couldn't shake off the feeling that there was more to Felix than met the eye. His smile seemed genuine, but his eyes held a darkness that Jeongin found unsettling.

The celebration continued, but the interaction between Felix and Jeongin cast a subtle shadow over the festivities. Y/N, blissfully unaware of the exchange, enjoyed the evening, feeling loved and supported by both Felix and her friends.

Back at Felix's apartment later that night, as Y/N slept peacefully, Felix lay awake, his thoughts dark and swirling. He knew Jeongin suspected something, and that could be a problem. Felix's mind raced with plans and contingencies, determined to keep Y/N close and to maintain the carefully constructed facade of their perfect relationship. His obsession with Y/N had reached a point where any threat, real or perceived, would be dealt with swiftly and decisively.

In the heart of the city, under the guise of a normal evening, the dynamics among friends were shifting, veering towards a path none could have predicted. Felix, with his polished charm and a smile that never seemed to falter, was the center of admiration among Y/N's friends, all except for Jeongin. His intuition screamed that something was amiss, a sentiment that grew stronger with each passing day. Jeongin's observations of Felix had morphed into a silent vigil, his distrust simmering beneath a facade of cordiality.

It wasn't long before Y/N sensed the tension, the unspoken accusations that Jeongin harbored against Felix. She arranged to meet with Jeongin, hoping to bridge the growing divide, unaware of the depth of Jeongin's concerns. BangChan, ever the peacemaker, joined them, believing he could mend the fractures in their friendship.

As they settled into the conversation, Jeongin wasted no time unveiling his unease. "Y/N, I have to be honest with you. There's something off about Felix. He's too perfect, too calculated. It doesn't sit right with me," Jeongin confessed, his gaze locked onto hers, searching for understanding.

Y/N's heart sank. "Jeongin, why can't you see the good in him? He's been nothing but kind and loving. How can you question his intentions?" she retorted, her voice laced with disappointment and disbelief.

BangChan chimed in, hoping to diffuse the tension. "Jeongin, maybe you're just seeing things. Felix is a great guy. You're making it into something it's not," he attempted to reason, his words aimed at restoring peace.

But Jeongin was resolute, driven by a conviction that something darker lurked beneath Felix's surface. "No, it's not just a feeling. Don't you find it strange how protective he is? How he always needs to be close to Y/N, as if he's afraid she'll disappear?" Jeongin pressed on, his concerns spilling out, unchecked.

Y/N felt torn, her loyalty to Felix clashing with her friendship with Jeongin. "Jeongin, he's just being protective. He cares about me," she defended, her voice quivering with emotion.

Jeongin sighed, a weighty realization pressing upon him. "Y/N, there's a difference between protection and possession. Felix's attachment to you... it's obsessive. And after that incident with the group that harassed you, how quickly they... disappeared. Doesn't that make you wonder?" Jeongin urged, his voice a mix of worry and desperation.

The conversation took a turn, with Jeongin teetering on the brink of a confession, his feelings for Y/N nearly surfacing. "I just... I care about you, more than you know," he stumbled, catching himself before his emotions could betray him further.

As they parted ways, a hug exchanged in the dim light of the evening, neither noticed the shadow that followed. Felix, his heart a tumult of fear and rage, had overheard every word. Jeongin's nearly confessed feelings for Y/N and his persistent doubts about Felix's character were a threat that Felix could not ignore.

Jeongin's mind was a whirlwind of concern and suspicion as he navigated the dimly lit streets, his recent confrontation with Felix replaying over and over. The chill of the night air did little to cool the heat of his frustration. So deep in thought was he that he failed to notice the silent figure tailing him, blending into the darkness with predatory ease.

The abruptness of being slammed against the wall jolted Jeongin to the present. Panic surged as a cold blade pressed against his chest, the sharp point a stark contrast to the warmth of his skin. His eyes, wide with fear, met Felix's, but what he saw wasn't the man Y/N had fallen for. This Felix was a stranger, his gaze burning with an intensity that bordered on madness.

"Felix, what... what are you doing?" Jeongin's voice was barely a whisper, his disbelief palpable.

"You've always been in the way, Jeongin. Always watching, doubting, questioning," Felix hissed, his voice laced with venom. "I can't have you ruining everything I've worked for. Y/N is mine, and you... you're just a problem that needs to be removed."

Jeongin's struggle was futile against Felix's unexpected strength. "Please, Felix, think about this. You don't have to do this," he pleaded, desperation coloring his tone.

"Sorry, Jeongin. I've thought about this plenty. You leave me no choice." With those final words, Felix drove the knife home, watching as the light faded from Jeongin's eyes, his body going limp in his grasp.

As Felix stepped away, leaving Jeongin's lifeless form in the alley, a chilling calm settled over him. He took a moment to catch his breath, the rush of his actions pulsing through him like a dark heartbeat. The deed was done. Jeongin, the obstacle to his perfect future with Y/N, was gone forever.

Felix merged back into the shadows, his steps quick but measured as he made his way home. The city around him buzzed with the ignorance of the night's events, an eerie backdrop to the grim tableau he had left behind.

Upon reaching the safety of his shared home with Y/N, Felix slipped through the door, his expression carefully neutral. Y/N greeted him with a smile, blissfully unaware of the darkness that clung to him like a second skin.

"Hey, you're back! I missed you," Y/N said, her voice a soothing balm to the turmoil inside him.

Felix forced a smile, his heart heavy with the secret he now carried. "Yeah, I'm back. Missed you too," he replied, wrapping his arms around her in a hug that was both an embrace and a plea for absolution.

The night wore on, with Felix playing his part perfectly, the loving partner, all the while the shadow of his actions loomed large, a dark specter over their seemingly perfect life. The next day, Felix was sorting through his apartment, feigning a casual air as he "stumbled upon" the key to the locked room that once housed his shrine to Y/N. With calculated nonchalance, he presented the key to her, a playful grin dancing on his lips.

"Look what I found," he announced, holding up the key with mock surprise. "Should we see what's behind that door?"

Y/N's eyes sparkled with curiosity as she approached, her interest piqued by the mystery. "Definitely!" she exclaimed, her voice tinged with excitement.

Together, they unlocked the door, revealing the barren room within. Y/N's suggestion of turning it into a spare bedroom sparked a brief discussion about home renovations, their conversation peppered with laughter and playful banter.

Felix's hand found its way to Y/N's stomach, a silent promise of future plans and shared dreams. "Maybe someday," he murmured, his tone laced with warmth and affection.

Y/N's giggle filled the room, her eyes alight with joy. "Slow down, tiger," she teased, playfully pushing his hand away.

A few days later, the news of Jeongin's death shattered the fragile bubble of their happiness. Y/N's tears flowed freely as she mourned the loss of her childhood friend, her grief palpable in the air.

Felix stood by her side, his heart heavy with guilt and excitement in equal measure. "I'm so sorry, Y/N," he whispered, his arms wrapping around her trembling form. "Jeongin was incredible."

Y/N's sobs echoed in the room as Felix held her close, his mind racing with a mixture of emotions. "You're safe with me, Y/N," he vowed softly, his words a promise tinged with darkness.

In the days that followed, their life together unfolded like a bittersweet symphony, harmonizing moments of joy with whispers of darkness. Felix embraced his role as Y/N's steadfast companion, a silent guardian in the shadows of her world. At Jeongin’s funeral, their tears mingled, a testament to their shared grief.

But when Y/N expressed a desire for solitude at Jeongin's grave, Felix's heart clenched with unease. BangChan's voice broke the silence, offering a gentle reminder to respect Y/N's need for space.

"Hey, man, give her some time," BangChan said, his voice soft but firm. "She's hurting, and she needs to process this."

Felix nodded reluctantly, his gaze following Y/N's retreating figure. "Yeah, you're right," he replied, his tone tinged with apprehension. "I'll give her some space."

As Felix and BangChan stood in silence, another figure approached, their footsteps echoing in the quiet cemetery. It was Beomgyu, Jeongin's longtime friend. Y/N's eyes met Beomgyu's, a silent understanding passing between them.

"Hey," Beomgyu said softly, his voice choked with emotion. "I'm so sorry for your loss."

Y/N nodded, her own tears threatening to spill over. "Thank you," she whispered, reaching out to embrace him.

Felix's jaw tightened as he watched the exchange, a surge of jealousy coursing through him. He couldn't bear to see another man comfort Y/N, not when she was his.

BangChan noticed Felix's reaction and placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "It's okay, man," he said quietly. "Beomgyu was Jeongin's friend too. We're all grieving."

Felix forced a tight smile, his eyes never leaving Y/N and Beomgyu. "Yeah, you're right," he muttered, his voice strained. "Thanks, BangChan."

As Y/N and Beomgyu shared a moment of solace, Felix's mind churned with a mixture of doubt and insecurity. He felt a pang of jealousy seeing Beomgyu offering comfort to Y/N, a feeling he tried to suppress but couldn't ignore. The thought of losing her to someone else gnawed at him like a festering wound, fueling his inner turmoil.

Watching them from a distance, Felix's facade of composure began to crack under the weight of his emotions. He knew he had to be there for Y/N, to support her in her time of need, but the sight of Beomgyu's comforting gesture stirred up a storm of jealousy within him. It was a reminder of the uncertainty that lingered in their relationship, the fear of losing her to someone who could offer her more than he ever could.

After a while, BangChan and Felix approached Y/N and Beomgyu, their presence breaking the silence that hung in the air. Y/N and Beomgyu pulled away from each other, but their arms lingered, a silent testament to the bond they shared in their grief.

Hey, everything okay?” BangChan’s voice broke the silence, his concern evident in his tone as he approached Beomgyu. He patted Beomgyu’s back, offering a reassuring gesture of solidarity.

Beomgyu's gaze shifted to Felix, his eyes betraying a hint of suspicion as he replied, "I'm coping, I guess. It's just hard to believe that Jeongin's gone."

Felix's jaw tightened at Beomgyu's words, a surge of resentment rising within him. He knew that Jeongin had confided in Beomgyu about their relationship, about his trust in Felix. And now, with Jeongin gone, Beomgyu's presence felt like a threat, a reminder of the fragility of their bond.

As Beomgyu's eyes flickered between Y/N and Felix, a silent tension hung in the air, a palpable reminder of the darkness that lurked beneath the surface. Felix could feel the weight of Beomgyu's scrutiny, the unspoken challenge that passed between them.

But amidst the tension, Y/N stood between them, her presence a beacon of light in the darkness. She reached for Felix's hand, her touch grounding him in the present moment. "We'll get through this together," she said softly, her eyes meeting his with unwavering determination.

Felix forced a tight smile, his heart heavy with the weight of his insecurities. "Yeah, we will," he replied, his voice tinged with uncertainty. "We'll always be there for each other."

Felix's mind was a tumultuous sea of doubt and insecurity, his thoughts swirling like dark storm clouds on the horizon. Beomgyu's presence felt like a shadow looming over their relationship, casting a pall of uncertainty on their future together.

Standing together, the silence between Felix and Beomgyu crackled with unspoken tension, a silent battle raging beneath the surface for Y/N's affections. Each locked gaze held a myriad of emotions, from resentment to determination, as they vied for dominance in Y/N's heart.

As days turned into weeks, Felix found himself increasingly on edge, the whispers of doubt and suspicion swirling around him like a gathering storm. The conflicting reports surrounding Jeongin's death only added fuel to the fire, leaving Felix feeling like a man walking on a tightrope over a chasm of uncertainty.

His unease only grew as he observed the growing closeness between Beomgyu and Y/N. The constant barrage of messages on Y/N's phone from Beomgyu felt like a dagger to Felix's heart, each notification a painful reminder of his own insecurities.

One day, while out shopping with Y/N, Felix's patience reached its breaking point. A stranger approached, his smooth words dripping with insincerity as he attempted to charm Y/N with compliments. Despite her polite attempts to deflect his advances, the stranger persisted, his persistence fueling Felix's growing anger.

With a forced smile masking his simmering rage, Felix stepped forward, wrapping his arms protectively around Y/N. "She's with me," he declared firmly, his voice laced with an underlying threat.

His smile remained fixed, but his eyes burned with intensity as he held Y/N close, a silent warning to the persistent stranger.

Unseen by Y/N, the stranger's demeanor shifted as his gaze met Felix's, a silent acknowledgment of the simmering tension between them. In that moment, Felix knew that the fight for Y/N's heart was far from over, and he was determined to emerge victorious, no matter the cost.

Beomgyu sat in his room, the weight of his suspicions pressing heavily on his mind. He knew he couldn't ignore the nagging feeling any longer. With a deep breath, he picked up his phone and dialed BangChan's number.

"Hey, BangChan," Beomgyu greeted, his voice tense with apprehension. "Can we talk? It's about Felix."

BangChan's voice came through the phone, warm and familiar. "Of course, Beomgyu. What's on your mind?"

"It's just... I've been feeling really uneasy about Felix lately," Beomgyu admitted, his words coming out in a rush. "I know you trust him, but there's something about him that doesn't sit right with me."

There was a pause on the other end of the line before BangChan responded. "I understand where you're coming from, Beomgyu, but Felix has always been nothing but kind to us. Are you sure you're not just overthinking things?"

Beomgyu sighed, frustration evident in his voice. "I wish I could believe that, but I can't shake this feeling. Something about Felix just feels... off."

BangChan's voice softened with understanding. "I get it, Beomgyu. I'll keep an eye out, okay? But try not to stress too much. We don't want to jump to conclusions."

After ending the call with BangChan, Beomgyu knew he couldn't rely on others to validate his suspicions. He needed to gather more evidence on his own. So, he reached out to Y/N's other friends, hoping they might share his concerns about Felix.

"Hey, guys," Beomgyu greeted as he met up with Yeonjun, Chanbin, and Wooyoung. "I need to talk to you about something important."

As he shared his concerns about Felix, Beomgyu watched their reactions closely, hoping to find some validation for his suspicions. But to his dismay, they all echoed BangChan's sentiments, unable to see Felix as anything other than the caring partner he appeared to be.

Feeling defeated, Beomgyu retreated to his room, his mind swirling with doubts and questions. He couldn't shake the memory of Jeongin's suspicions, or the feelings he himself had harbored for Y/N. It was a tangled web of emotions, and Beomgyu felt hopelessly trapped in the middle of it all.

Determined to uncover the truth, Beomgyu turned to the internet, scouring social media and news articles for any hint of Felix's past. But no matter how hard he searched, there was nothing. Felix seemed to have no history, no online presence to speak of.

Frustrated and feeling like a stalker, Beomgyu knew he needed to approach this from a different angle. Instead of digging for information, he needed to find a way to trigger Felix, to see if he could reveal his true colour’s.

Beomgyu, determined to set his plan in motion, reached out to y/n once again. They had never really spent time together unless Jeongin was the instigator, making this their first one-on-one hangout.

It could feel awkward due to this dynamic, but Beomgyu justified it by suggesting it would be nice to catch up after Jeongin’s passing, to see how they were both coping.

“It’s been too long since we hung out, just the two of us,” Beomgyu said over the phone, his voice tinged with excitement.

Y/N hesitated, surprised by the invitation. “Yeah, it has been a while. But with everything that’s happened…”

“It might be good for us to catch up, you know, after Jeongin’s passing,” Beomgyu interjected, trying to ease the tension. “Just to see how we’re both doing.”

Y/N was taken aback by the invitation but found the idea of meeting up appealing. So, they coordinated a day, time, and place to meet. On the appointed day, y/n informed Felix of her plans, eliciting a subtle flinch and a sharp look from him.

“You sure you want to go alone?” Felix asked, his brow furrowing with concern.

Y/N nodded, offering a reassuring smile. “It’s just a catch-up, Felix. Nothing more.”

Felix sighed, relenting with a nod. “Okay, just… be careful, alright?”

Y/N leaned in, planting a kiss on his lips. “I will, I promise.”

As y/n left, Felix’s demeanor turned dark and brooding. He paused for a moment before retrieving his phone, activating the tracker on y/n’s necklace to monitor her whereabouts. After fifteen tense minutes, he decided to follow her.

Y/N met Beomgyu with a warm hug, the tension of the moment melting away as they strolled down the street in search of a café. They reminisced about fond memories and shared laughs.

“It’s good to see you, Beomgyu. I’ve missed this,” y/n admitted, a nostalgic smile gracing her lips.

Beomgyu returned the smile, his eyes reflecting genuine warmth. “Me too. It’s been too long.”

Hours flew by as they delved into conversation, Beomgyu smoothly segueing into asking about y/n’s relationship with Felix.

“So, how did you two meet?” Beomgyu inquired, his tone casual yet curious.

Y/N took a sip of her coffee, a nostalgic smile gracing her lips as she began recounting her first encounters with Felix. "Well, it all started at my night shift at work," she began, her eyes glimmering with reminiscence. "Felix was a regular during the evenings. Always came in, got his coffee, and had a quick chat with me."

Beomgyu leaned in, his curiosity piqued. "And then?"

"And then," Y/N continued, "there was this one time when I had to cover a morning shift. I didn't expect to see Felix there, but he showed up. That's when we started meeting outside of my work."

Beomgyu furrowed his brows, processing the information. "He seems quite persistent," he remarked, his tone tinged with skepticism.

Y/N nodded, acknowledging his observation. "He is, but in a good way. Felix is just... genuinely nice, you know? He's funny, charming, and always knows how to make me laugh."

Beomgyu couldn't shake off his unease, despite Y/N's reassurances. "It all sounds a bit too perfect, don't you think?" he questioned, his voice tinged with concern.

Y/N's smile faltered for a moment, sensing Beomgyu's hesitation. "I understand your concerns, but Felix has always been there for me," she explained earnestly. "He's helped me out of some tough situations, especially when I was with Hwan and the guard during our night shifts."

Beomgyu sighed, still unconvinced. "It just seems... off," he admitted, voicing his doubts. "And what about Jeongin? He never trusted Felix, and now he's..."

Y/N's expression darkened, her mind drifting to Jeongin's untimely demise. "I know," she whispered, a pang of sorrow gripping her heart. "It's all so sudden, so... strange."

Meanwhile, hidden a few feet away, Felix listened intently to their conversation, his mind racing with a mix of emotions. As Beomgyu leaned in closer, his voice barely above a whisper, he pleaded with Y/N to trust him. "I know this is hard to hear, but you need to listen to me," he urged, his eyes searching hers for understanding. "There's something off about Felix, something that doesn't add up. I have a plan to uncover the truth, but I need your cooperation."

Y/N's heart raced, a mixture of fear and confusion clouding her thoughts. "I don't know, Beomgyu," she confessed, her voice trembling slightly. "I love Felix, I really do. The thought of him being... bad, it's just too much to bear."

Beomgyu reached out, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "I understand, Y/N. But we can't ignore the signs, not after what happened to Jeongin," he insisted, his tone grave. "Please, just trust me on this."

After their coffee, Beomgyu and Y/N decided to take a stroll, the weight of their conversation lingering between them. As the sun began to set, casting an orange glow over the city streets, they paused, their eyes meeting in silent understanding.

"It's getting late," Beomgyu remarked, a sense of urgency in his voice. "I should head home."

Y/N nodded, a sense of unease settling over her. "Thank you for today, Beomgyu. I'll... I'll think about what you said."

As Beomgyu made his way home, a strange sensation washed over him, like he was being watched. His heart pounded in his chest as he quickened his pace, his senses on high alert. Finally reaching his street, he turned the corner, only to find himself face to face with Felix, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. Felix’s features were obscured by the shadows, but his eyes gleamed with an unsettling intensity.

Felix’s smirk widened at Beomgyu’s approach, his gaze piercing. “Well, well, well, look who decided to show up,” he sneered, his voice dripping with disdain. “What’s the matter, Beomgyu? Lost your way home?”

Beomgyu squared his shoulders, refusing to back down. “I know what you’re up to, Felix,” he declared, his tone firm. “You may have everyone else fooled, but not me. Not Jeongin.”

Felix’s smirk faltered for a moment before he regained his composure, his eyes narrowing. “And what exactly do you think you know, Beomgyu?” he shot back, his voice laced with malice. “You’re just a pawn in this game, nothing more.”

Beomgyu chuckled darkly, his hands raised in a mocking gesture of surrender. “Oh, I’m well aware of my role, Felix,” he retorted, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “But unlike the others, I can’t be manipulated so easily. Jeongin saw through you, and so do I.”

Felix’s expression darkened, his grip tightening into fists at his sides. “You’re playing a dangerous game, Beomgyu,” he warned, his voice low and threatening. “But mark my words, you’ll regret crossing me.”

Beomgyu met Felix’s gaze head-on, his own eyes blazing with defiance. “We’ll see about that,” he shot back, his voice steely with determination. “Because I’m not backing down until I uncover the truth about you, Felix. Not for Jeongin’s sake, and certainly not for yours.”

Felix's voice was cold and devoid of remorse as he stared down Beomgyu, his words dripping with venom. "Y/n belongs to me, and me alone," he declared, his tone sending shivers down Beomgyu's spine. "Anyone who dares to come between us or poses a threat to our relationship will face the consequences. No one will take y/n away from me, not now, not ever."

Beomgyu's eyes widened in shock at Felix's chilling proclamation. "So it was you who killed Jeongin?" he blurted out, his voice trembling with disbelief. "He didn't like you, You found out about his feelings for y/n, and you just..." Beomgyu's words trailed off, unable to comprehend the depths of Felix's depravity.

Felix's expression hardened at the accusation, but he didn't flinch. "Jeongin was a threat," he stated flatly, his grip tightening on the hidden knife in his pocket. "And now you're becoming one too, Beomgyu."

Beomgyu's heart raced as he realized the danger he was in, but he refused to back down. "Do you even feel any shame or regret?" he pressed, his voice shaking with a mixture of fear and defiance.

A sinister smile curled at the corners of Felix's lips, his eyes gleaming with malice. "Of course, I do," he admitted, his voice low and menacing. "But y/n is mine, and if I can't have her, then no one can. That includes you, Beomgyu."

Beomgyu's blood ran cold at Felix's words, the gravity of the situation sinking in. He knew he was staring into the eyes of a dangerous man, one capable of unspeakable acts in the name of love. But Beomgyu refused to cower in fear. "You won't get away with this, Felix," he vowed, his voice trembling but resolute. "I'll make sure of it."

In the dimly lit alley, Felix’s eyes flickered to a coil of rope lying nearby as Beomgyu turned to leave. In one swift motion, he lunged forward, seizing the rope and rushing toward Beomgyu with a predatory gleam in his eyes.

Beomgyu barely had time to react before Felix’s foot connected with his back, sending him crashing to the ground. Gasping for air, Beomgyu struggled to free himself as Felix advanced, his movements calculated and precise.

With a grim determination, Felix looped the rope around Beomgyu’s neck, his hands working deftly as he fashioned it into a noose knot. Beomgyu’s panicked gasps grew more frantic as Felix tightened the rope, his voice a hoarse whisper of desperation.

“Don’t do this, Felix,” Beomgyu pleaded, his voice strained and choked. “Please, just let me go.”

But Felix’s grip only tightened, his expression void of mercy as he leaned in close, his breath hot against Beomgyu’s ear. “I told you, Beomgyu,” he hissed, his voice laced with malice. “No one crosses me and gets away with it.”

Beomgyu’s struggles grew weaker as Felix’s hold on the rope tightened, cutting off his air supply. Panic surged through him as he fought for breath, the world growing hazy around him. In a last-ditch effort, he reached out, clawing at Felix’s arm in a desperate plea for mercy.

But Felix’s resolve remained unyielding as he stared down at Beomgyu with cold, unflinching eyes. “This is your warning,” he growled, his grip tightening ever further. “Cross me again, and next time, I won’t hesitate.”

Beomgyu struggled to draw breath, his fingers clawing at the rope around his neck as panic surged through him. He gazed up at Felix, his eyes wide with fear and disbelief. "You... you're sick," he managed to choke out, his voice strained and trembling.

Felix's expression contorted with a mixture of rage and desperation as he knelt beside Beomgyu, his grip on the rope tightening. "No, Beomgyu, you don't understand," he insisted, his voice strained. "I'm doing this for y/n. Can't you see? She's everything to me."

Beomgyu shook his head weakly, his chest heaving with the effort to breathe. "This isn't love, Felix," he gasped, his voice barely above a whisper. "This is obsession. You need help."

Felix's eyes flashed with fury, his fingers trembling as he fought to maintain his grip on the rope. "You don't know anything about us," he spat, his voice laced with venom. "You never understood what we had."

Beomgyu's vision blurred as darkness threatened to overtake him. "I don't need to understand," he rasped, his voice growing weaker by the second. "All I know is that this isn't right. Y/n deserves better."

Felix's grip faltered for a moment, a flicker of doubt crossing his face before being replaced by a fierce determination. "No one will come between us," he vowed, his voice cold and unyielding. "Not you, not anyone."

As Felix wrestled with Beomgyu, his focus solely on the man before him, he remained oblivious to Y/N's presence, hidden nearby. Her heart raced with a tumult of emotions—fear for Beomgyu's safety, horror at Felix's actions, and love for the man she believed Felix to be.

Summoning her courage, Y/N stepped forward, her voice trembling as she cried out to Felix, pleading with him to stop. "Felix, please! Let him go!" Her words echoed in the tense air, desperation lacing her tone as she rushed towards them, her hands outstretched in a futile attempt to intervene.

Felix's eyes widened in surprise as he turned to see Y/N standing there, her expression a mixture of disbelief and anguish. The madness in his own gaze wavered, his grip on Beomgyu loosening slightly as he registered her presence. Beomgyu gasped for air, grateful for the brief respite from Felix's choking hold.

"Love, what are you doing here?" Felix's voice was strained, confusion evident in his tone as he struggled to comprehend the situation unfolding before him.

Y/N's voice trembled as she continued to plead with him, her eyes filled with tears. "Felix, please, stop this. Why are you doing this? Why are you trying to hurt him?" Her words were a desperate plea for answers, her mind reeling with confusion and disbelief.

Felix opened his mouth to respond, “Y/N I-“ but before he could utter a word, Y/N rushed forward, her lips meeting his in a desperate, passionate kiss.

It was a gambit, a desperate attempt to throw him off balance, to distract him from his violent intentions towards Beomgyu.

Their lips met in a whirlwind of emotion, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still. Y/N felt a surge of conflicting feelings coursing through her—fear for Beomgyu’s safety, uncertainty about Felix’s actions, and a glimmer of hope that this kiss could somehow reach the Felix she knew and loved, the one who had always been her protector and confidant.

"Stop, Felix, please," Y/N pleaded, her voice trembling with fear and desperation. "Let him go. This isn't you."

The kiss was deep and passionate, but beneath the surface, Y/N felt a sense of unease. She clung to Felix, hoping her touch could somehow reach the part of him that was still human.

"Felix, listen to me," Y/N whispered, her words barely audible against his lips. "You're not a killer. You're better than this."

Felix's arms tightened around her, but his grip faltered slightly as her words pierced through the darkness clouding his mind. "Y/N," he murmured, his voice strained with conflicting emotions. "I can't lose you. I'll do anything to protect you."

Beomgyu's gasps for air grew louder, more desperate, as he weakly removed the rope from his neck. His vision blurred with tears as he watched the scene unfold before him, powerless to intervene.

"Felix, please," Beomgyu managed to choke out, his voice trembling with fear. "Don't let this consume you. You're stronger than this."

But Felix's gaze remained fixed on Y/N, his love for her warring with the darkness within him. "I won't let anyone take you away from me," he declared, his voice tinged with desperation.

Beomgyu's heart raced with fear as he watched Felix's grip tighten around Y/N, his mind racing for a way to break through to him before it was too late. Felix's grip on Y/N tightened as he dragged her away, his eyes burning with a possessive intensity. "You belong to me, Y/N," he growled, his voice laced with both obsession and desperation. "No one will ever come between us."

Y/N's heart pounded with fear as she pleaded with Beomgyu, her voice shaking with terror. "Please, Beomgyu, don't say anything," she begged, her eyes wide with panic. "I don't want anyone else to get hurt because of me."

Beomgyu watched helplessly as Felix led Y/N away, a sinking feeling settling in the pit of his stomach. He knew he had to find a way to stop Felix before it was too late, but the fear of what Felix might do held him rooted to the spot.

Felix slammed the door shut behind them, the sound echoing through the empty hallway like a death knell. He dragged Y/N into a dimly lit room, the shadows dancing ominously around them.

Y/N's heart sank as Felix shoved her into the darkness, the cold walls closing in around her. She could feel his eyes on her, burning into her skin with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine.

As Felix tied her up with the red scarf, Y/N's mind raced with fear and confusion. "Why are you doing this, Felix?" she whispered, tears streaming down her cheeks. "What have I done to deserve this?"

Felix's expression softened slightly as he gazed at her, a mixture of love and madness swirling in his eyes. "I'm doing this for us, Y/N," he murmured, his voice tinged with desperation. "So that no one can come between us ever again."

Y/N's heart ached with sadness as she realized the depth of Felix's obsession with her. "But Felix," she pleaded, her voice barely above a whisper, "this isn't love. This is control."

Felix's grip tightened on her, his eyes flashing with anger. "You don't understand, Y/N," he snapped, his voice tinged with frustration. "I'm doing this to protect you, to keep you safe from anyone who might try to take you away from me."

Felix's words echoed in the dimly lit room, mingling with the tension that hung heavy in the air. "You'll stay here until you understand," he reiterated, his voice a mixture of determination and desperation. "Until you understand why I had to do what I did."

Y/N's heart sank as she absorbed his words, her mind reeling with confusion and fear. "But Felix, I don't understand," she pleaded, her voice trembling. "Why did you... why did you do those things?"

Felix's gaze softened momentarily as he looked at her, a flicker of regret crossing his features before he hardened once again. "Because I had to protect you, Y/N," he explained, his voice tinged with desperation. "I couldn't let anyone hurt you, not after everything we've been through."

Y/N's eyes brimmed with tears as she shook her head in disbelief. "But killing those men, and Jeongin... it's not right, Felix," she whispered, her voice barely above a whimper. "I can't understand why you would do such things."

Felix's jaw clenched as he fought to contain his emotions. "I did it for us, Y/N," he insisted, his voice tinged with urgency. "To ensure that no one could come between us. To keep you safe."

Y/N's heart ached as she looked at him, her mind struggling to comprehend the depth of his actions. "I love you, Felix," she whispered, her voice choked with emotion. "But this... locking me up like this, it's not love."

Felix's eyes softened momentarily as he reached out to brush a tear from her cheek. "It's the only way, Y/N," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "To ensure that we can be together forever."

Y/N's heart shattered as she watched him turn away, his footsteps echoing in the silence as he walked out of the room. She was alone, bound by his love and imprisoned by his actions, lost in a sea of confusion and despair. The days stretched into weeks, and y/n remained trapped in the suffocating confines of the apartment, confined to that dark, desolate room. The air hung heavy with dread, a palpable sense of fear permeating every corner.

Beomgyu's silence weighed heavily on y/n's mind, a constant reminder of the darkness that lurked just beyond the walls. She could feel his presence, a silent specter haunting her every thought.

Meanwhile, y/n's friends continued to visit, oblivious to the horrors that lay hidden beneath the surface. Felix held her close, his touch a suffocating reminder of the prison she found herself trapped in.

As the weeks turned into months, the memory of what had transpired between y/n, Felix, and Beomgyu began to fade, replaced by a facade of normalcy. But beneath the surface, the darkness lingered, a constant reminder of the horrors that had unfolded.

Despite the whispers of doubt that echoed in the recesses of her mind, y/n remained steadfast in her love for Felix. She couldn't bear to leave him, couldn't imagine a life without him by her side.

And so, she remained trapped in that dark, suffocating apartment, her love for Felix eclipsing the fear that threatened to consume her whole.

As y/n's friends visited once again, the atmosphere seemed strangely normal, belying the darkness that lurked just beneath the surface. BangChan, ever the jokester, couldn't resist poking fun at the empty room, suggesting it could be turned into a nursery for a future addition to the family.

"Come on, you two lovebirds," BangChan chuckled, nudging Felix playfully. "You've got the perfect setup here for a little one."

The suggestion elicited laughter from Yeonjun, Chanbin, and Wooyoung, their joviality masking the underlying tension that lingered in the air.

Felix joined in the laughter, his eyes twinkling with a hint of their former brightness. "Maybe one day," he said, squeezing y/n's hand affectionately.

Y/n giggled, her laughter tinged with a sense of innocence that belied the horrors she had endured. "Yeah, maybe one day," she echoed, her voice filled with unwavering love and devotion for Felix.

But amidst the laughter and jest, Beomgyu remained silent, his laughter forced and hollow. Despite y/n's apparent calmness, he couldn't shake the feeling of unease that gnawed at him from within.

The conversation shifted, and the room filled with nervous laughter, each chuckle echoing like a sinister omen. Beomgyu's eyes couldn't help but linger on y/n, his heart pounding with concern for her safety. Despite her outward composure, he sensed a dark shadow looming over her, a silent menace waiting to pounce.

Felix, ever perceptive, noticed Beomgyu's unease. While y/n chatted with BangChan and the others, Felix approached Beomgyu, a sly smile playing on his lips, betraying his sinister intentions.

"You seem troubled, Beomgyu," Felix remarked, his voice dripping with malice. "Is it our dear y/n that worries you? She's changed, hasn't she? But fear not, my friend, she's in good hands."

Beomgyu's jaw tightened, his gaze hardening as he met Felix's sinister stare. "What have you done to her?" he demanded, his voice barely concealing his anger.

Felix's smile widened, his eyes gleaming with a darkness that sent shivers down Beomgyu's spine. "I've merely shown her my love and affection, like I always have,” Felix replied cryptically. "And as for you, Beomgyu, remember your promise. Keep silent, or face the consequences."

Beomgyu's fists clenched at his sides, his resolve hardening. "I'll never stop watching you, Felix," he vowed, his voice laced with determination. "And I'll protect y/n from whatever darkness you've unleashed."

Felix's gaze turned icy, his smile morphing into a chilling smirk. "Oh, Beomgyu," he taunted, his voice low and menacing. "You underestimate me. If I can't have y/n, no one will. And I won't hesitate to silence anyone who gets in my way, not even you."

As Felix approached y/n, his eyes gleaming with possessiveness, Beomgyu's heart sank. He could sense the darkness enveloping y/n, consuming her with every passing moment. Despite his growing unease, Beomgyu knew there was nothing he could do to save her from Felix's clutches.

BangChan, Yeonjun, Chanbin, and Wooyoung welcomed Felix with open arms, oblivious to the danger lurking beneath his charming facade. Beomgyu forced a smile and joined the group, his heart heavy with dread.

Throughout the evening, Felix's grip on y/n tightened, his possessiveness becoming more apparent with each passing moment. Despite the laughter and camaraderie, Beomgyu couldn't shake the feeling of impending doom.

Suddenly, Felix's demeanor shifted. His smile faltered, replaced by a cold, calculating expression. Without warning, he turned to Beomgyu, his eyes burning with malice.

"You think you can keep y/n away from me?" Felix sneered, his voice dripping with venom. "You're nothing but a pathetic bystander, Beomgyu. You can't save her from me."

Beomgyu's heart raced as he met Felix's gaze, his hands trembling with fear and frustration. He knew that intervening would only lead to disaster, yet the thought of leaving y/n in Felix's clutches tore him apart.

"You're wrong, Felix," Beomgyu retorted, his voice tinged with desperation. "I won't let you destroy her."

Felix's laughter rang out, sending shivers down Beomgyu's spine. "You can't stop me," Felix taunted, his eyes gleaming with malice. "She belongs to me now, and there's nothing you can do about it."

With a heavy heart, Beomgyu left their apartment. He turned back and watched as Felix tightened his grip on y/n, and closing the door in Beomgyu’s face. He knew that their fate was sealed, trapped in a web of obsession and despair. Beomgyu was left alone, consumed by guilt and helplessness. He knew that he would forever be haunted by the memory of y/n, trapped in Felix's clutches, a prisoner of his twisted love. And as the darkness closed in around him, Beomgyu could only pray for a glimmer of hope in a world consumed by shadows.

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skyfallscotland · 2 months

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So this has been in my head all day and I just had to get it out. I don't know if I'll just leave it here or uh...yeah. @justallihere I want you to know you're taking FULL responsibility for this nonsense. This is your fault 🫡

(consider this some AU world where Tyrrendor successfully seceded years ago, Xaden is king, and they have their own riders academy but Tairn still bonded Violet because he lives to make Xaden's life difficult, also...violet/cam/liam has a certain appeal to it...no, someone stop me)

“You know you can enjoy yourself while you’re here.” Violet Sorrengail says judgementally. “If you’re forced to follow me around, you may as well have some fun.”

“I’m not forced to follow you around.” He replies immediately, shifting on his feet as his eyes scan the dark tavern, noting each of the patrons lingering by the bar. It’s true he’s not. His brother had asked and he had accepted. It’s the least he can do while they try and figure out how to deal with this—the mess that Tairn has caused, bonding a rider from Navarre.

“Sure you’re not.” There’s that judgemental tone again.

“Perhaps I just enjoy your company.” He tosses back, a hint of flirtation in his voice. Violet eyes his boyish grin before snorting, shaking her head as she picks up her drink—some sweet-looking lavender concoction.

“And if I decide to enjoy someone else’s?” She challenges, a hint of conceit in her voice as she leans around him, nodding her head. “Like maybe Prince Cam’s? He’s been watching me since we got here.”

Liam’s head whips around and he instinctively moves to the side, shielding Violet’s body with his own as his eyes search out Navarre’s third prince. It takes a moment to find him, shrouded in darkness where he sits in the far corner of the tavern, boot on his knee as he nurses a glass of bourbon, his posture unnervingly relaxed.

He can’t quite make out the other man’s eyes across the room, but he knows from memory they’re a deep forest green, just like the rest of his family. “Yeah, totally fine with it.” Violet says sarcastically, drawing his attention back to her. She looks pointedly at his torso and the way it’s shifted automatically to shield her from the prince’s view.

“I’m not forced to do anything.” He insists, dragging his attention back to their conversation. “But I am here to keep you safe and that,” he shifts his eyes back to Cam, “is not safe for you—not anymore.”

It’s entirely out of her control—out of all theirs—but Violet Sorrengail is now the key to taking down Tyrrendor, so regardless of how she might feel about it, he’s going to protect her and that means not going anywhere near Navarrian royalty. “I’ll go and see what he wants.” Liam says sternly, his hand on the shorter girl’s shoulder. “Go back to your friends.”

Her jaw tightens and she opens her mouth like she might protest, but clearly thinks better of it. “Fine.” She rolls her eyes, swiping up her drink and turning on her heel. She tosses one final glance over her shoulder towards the dark corner the subject of their conversation is in, but otherwise doesn’t falter, storming back over to her squad.

He watches, waiting for her to be safely ensconced between Rhiannon and Ridoc before striding slowly to the other side of the tavern, moving easily through the Saturday evening revelry until he’s standing over a man he’s only ever seen in passing.

“Liam Mairi.” The prince’s lips tick up. He drags his eyes up over Liam’s frame as the blond rider does the same. He’s sprawled out in the chair, relaxed as could be, his knees slightly spread as he takes a long draw of liquor. “Come to threaten me away from Sorrengail?”

“You know who I am.” It’s half statement, half question.

“I made it my business to know.” He taps his fingers on the table in front of him. “A Tyrrish citizen attending Basgiath War College? That sort of news travels fast.”

Liam crosses his arms over his chest. “What do you want?”

Cam’s lips tick up like that’s something amusing. “Many things.” He pauses for a moment, studying Liam’s face. “Where’s your king?”

Liam tenses. “In Aretia. Obviously.” He tries to appear as relaxed as the prince in front of him, but he’s certain he fails. “Xaden has a country to run, unlike…some.” His tone is mocking, challenging in a way he should probably refrain from, given his status as a diplomatic representative.

“Yes, it’s terrible being third in line. I really detest having all this free time to do whatever I like, truly.” He downs the rest of the bourbon in his glass, dropping it onto the table. “Tell me, does she know?” He climbs to his feet, circling around the table slowly, like a predator. “Do you plan on filling her in? After all, it’s only fair given the danger it puts her in—being bound to your king.”

“She doesn’t know.” Liam lowers his voice threateningly, “and you’re not going to tell her.” Blue meet forest green in a fierce glare. “Interesting that you do though,” he moves closer until there’s only an inch or two separating them. “I guess that means you’re just like the rest of your family—happy to sit back and watch the world burn.”

That gets a reaction out of him, the younger man stepping forward with a snarl on his lips. “You know nothing about me.” He looks up into Liam’s eyes. “You riders always think yourselves so superior to everyone else.” His voice drops to a low murmur, barely audible over the revelry of the tavern. “Just because I’m not flying around on the back of a dragon, doesn’t mean I’m doing nothing.”

He’s slightly shorter than Liam but just as well built and when he steps further into the blond’s space, Liam can’t help but look. His sandy brown hair is immaculately styled, his clothes are clean and pressed, and when he glances down even the man’s boots shine. It’s obvious he doesn’t belong here but…there’s something in the way the other man holds himself—with a spine of steel—that stirs something within him. That same steel is reflected in his eyes.

“So what are you doing?” He murmurs, the corner of his lips quirking up mockingly. “What’s your plan to help fight a war your family would stop at nothing to keep quiet?” Cam’s jaw is clenched, like he’s fighting to keep something in, rather than speak his mind. Almost against his will, Liam’s hand rises, his fingers sliding over the scruff on the other man’s jawline as he cups it gently. “All that power and what do you have to show for it?”

Cam’s lips part, his eyes roving over the blond’s face. “Nothing I can talk about here.” His green eyes are hard, unflinching as he tilts his head, pressing his cheek into Liam’s hand.

“Are you asking to get me alone?” The Tyrr’s lips curve up in a smirk.

“Would you like that?” The prince fires back.

He would actually. The shock of that revelation has him faltering, his usually unflappable composure dissipating as he stares down at the slow, arrogant smile spreading across full pink lips.

“Tell your king I want to speak to him, Mairi.” The younger man whispers, reaching up to lace his fingers through Liam’s before removing the blond’s hand from his face. It feels like it takes an eternity for their hands to separate, his fingers sliding purposefully over Liam’s own. “Whenever that dragon of his drags him back here.” The prince turns to leave, his torso brushing Liam’s as he slides past him, far too close for it to be considered accidental.

“And where will you be until then?” Liam enquires, his eyes dark.

Cam looks over his shoulder, a smirk on his lips. “I’ll be around.” He disappears into the crowd, going unnoticed by the rest of the taverns patrons and Liam watches him go, a dangerous, terrible curiosity stirring in his chest.

He remains frozen for a moment, unmoving until a flash of silver catches his eye and he shakes it off, striding across the floor to rejoin his new squad.

“That looked like it went well.” There’s laughter in Violet Sorrengail’s voice and a hint of arrogance as she ribs him. “I’m glad you took care of it.” A sarcastic grin slides over her face as she lifts her drink to her lips. “I’m fine here if you need to take care of anything else.”

He stares at her, unimpressed. “Very funny.”

“Mhmm.” She hums, her eyes dancing with mischief. “First time with a man?” This woman is entirely too smart for her own good and it’s only going to cause him more and more headaches as time goes on, he just knows it.

“I’m not into men.” He shuts her down.

“You’re a consummate flirt, Liam Mairi.” She laughs. “I refuse to believe that.”

But he’s not lying. Consummate flirt he may be, but he’s never been interested in anyone of the male gender…until now. Liam knows himself and his own mind well. He’s not into men, but Navarre’s third prince and his quiet arrogance, his ridiculously green eyes and the way his skin feels beneath Liam’s hands? That…that he may be into.

Shit.

#they are my new babies and i love them #why do i have a cute parapet scene circling around my brain now; send help #liam/cam #liam mairi #liam mairi/cam #fourth wing fanfic

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devilmen-collector · 3 months

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Desperate Pact

AU (prequel to idea by @sparkbeast20 )

Ft. Klein/my MC, Lucifer

Warning: mention of bullying, demon summoning, slight gore, imply of homophobic behavior, mention of religion, profanity

Don't worry, nothing happened to me :D

Hey,manwhore, come to the campus. Remember we know your dirty secret.

Klein's face darkened when he saw the message. He knew that the bullies would be forcing him to do something extremely unpleasant again. But he could not disobey them. After all, they knew his "dirty secret".

"Hey mom, dad, I'm going out." Klein put his chopsticks down as he said.

"Going out with your new friends again." Klein's mother said. She couldn't hide the joy because her son had finally found some in-real-life friends.

"Y-yeah." Klein lied.

"Ok. Have fun. But remember to not be out too late, ok?"

"I-I'll be back soon." Klein said and waved goodbye to his family.

Half an hour later, Klein appeared at the big gate of the university. He showed the guards his student ID and was allowed to enter.

"You take forever, manwhore." One of the three bully guys, who had brown hair, said.

"Hello." Klein tried to ignore how they insulted him and said hello politely. Who knew what they would force him to do if he retorted back.

"Today, let's do this." The second bully, who had wavy blond hair, said and showed Klein a book. On the book's cover, there was a bunch of marks. To be precise, they were demonic sigils. Klein immediately knew what they were going to force him to do.

"No, I can't do that. Definitely not." Klein tried to refuse. "I'm Catholic."

"Your religion and its laws don't matter. You have to do it. Or else, tomorrow, the whole university will know your perverse secret." The third bully, who dyed his hair red, said.

(Please, stop it!)

A few seconds later, the three bullies escorted Klein to a classroom. Since it was night, the classroom had no light. The four had to use flash light from their phones because the university strictly prohibited the use of the school's electricity after class hours.

"Enter the room and do the summoning." The blond bully said and handed Klein the book, while the red-haired bully handed Klein a small knife. The brown-haired bully handed Klein 5 red candles and a match box.

Klein entered the dark classroom alone, while the 3 bullies stayed outside, if something bad happened, they could run away immediately.

Klein grabbed the chalk near the black board and began to draw a pentagram on the ground. At each of the point of the pentagram, Klein placed a red candle and he used the matches to light each of them.

Klein looked out at the window one last time, hoping the bullies would have a last minute pity on him. But what he saw on their faces was twisted excitement.

Klein opened the book. The bullies had never specified which demon Klein should summon. Maybe he should choose a low-rank demon. That way, he would have more chance to survive, right?

Klein used the small knife to cut his finger and began to do the summoning, with trembling.

"In the name of the Most High, I order you to appear before me..." Klein read and let his blood dropped in the middle of the pentagram.

1 second

2 seconds

3 seconds

Nothing happened...

Klein began to feel relieved that nothing happened. But suddenly, all the candles burnt out and Klein felt a chill ran down his spine. Klein started to feel that he wasn't the only one in the room. Two goat eyes appeared in the middle of the darkness. They were crimson as blood. The fires on the candles began to burn again without a need to be lighted again by human hand.

And in front of Klein, there was a creature, with goat head and human body, but it was utterly dirty and disgusting. And it also had the unpleasant scent... of blood.

And the creature moved.

It hit Klein in the chest and he flew into the wall on the other side of the classroom.

"Fuck..." Klein mumbled as he vomitted blood.

Just as Klein thought the creature was going to kill and eat him, it turned around, destroyed the door and began to chase something. Klein's gut told him it would be chasing the three bullies who had run away but soon it would be coming back for him.

"Fuck... Shit..." Klein cursed as he tried to get up but he realized he couldn't. The impact must have been so strong that it must have broken a few of his bones.

Klein could only crawl on the ground. He couldn't escape like this. The creature would come back and catch up to him soon enough.

Klein wanted to pray and beg God to save him. But he knew he had committed too many horrible sins to ask God for such a favor.

While he was hesitating what to do, Klein heard 3 anguished screams. He knew the bullies were dead and the creature would be coming back for him, he had to act fast if he wanted to survive.

Klein turned to the pentagram on the ground. If he were to sinful to raise his hands to God, then he could try to grab the Devil's hand below, but he must summon a powerful one, more powerful than this goat head.

Like fate was telling him which demon to summon, the page turned to a name most familiar to Klein.

Lucifer

"In the name of Adonai, Elohim,... I order you to appear before me, the once brightest star in Heaven, LUCIFER!" Klein recited the words like he was shouting before coughing out more blood, thinking about all the suffering he had had, from sexual frustration to the horrible bullying after they had found out he masturbated with images from a yaoi manga.

(Please stop! Stop them!)

"To be able to summon me, one of the Seven Capital Sins, not bad." Klein looked up and saw a beautiful man with white hair standing in the middle of the summoning pentagram.

The Morning Star looked down on Klein before saying something like a diagnosis.

"Broken ribs, several major bones broken, several organs have been destroyed..." Lucifer then looked at the door and saw the goat head creature appeared. "It looks like you have fallen in the beginner mistake of summoning a low-rank devil, thinking it would be easy to control. However, most of these devils of lowest rank are just bloodthirsty beasts."

While hearing Lucifer saying, Klein's body started to give in to the wounds and he began to feel more dizzy and closed his eyes.

"... It looks like I have to finish this thing fast."

Klein opened his eyes and jolted up.

"Where am I?" He asked himself and looked around and to his relief, it was his room at home.

"If you are thinking all was just a dream, then you are gravely mistaken."

Klein got startled by the voice. He looked at the bookself where he secretly kept his yaoi collection. A beautiful white-haired man was standing there, reading a short work called "Prostate Examination".

"Wait, don't read-..." Klein wanted to stand up and stopped Lucifer but he realized he couldn't and nearly fell. Fortunately, Lucifer caught him.

"You are still weak, you should be in bed resting." The devil said and settled the young man on bed again.

"What happened? How did I get home?" Klein asked while holding his head, which began to hurt trying to remember and comprehending all that had happened yesterday.

"To summary, you summoned me to deal with that low-rank devil, I killed it and healed you and got you home."

"Wait how did you know my home address?" Klein asked while messaging his head.

"I used the app on your phone to locate your home address." The devil answered calmly.

"Wait, did my parents see you? What did you tell them?" Klein asked, panicked.

"Don't worry. They just assumed I'm your friend who are taking you back because you fell asleep. And they invited me to stay since it was late."

Hearing Lucifer said, Klein sighed in relief.

"Would you prefer that I had told them I was your boyfriend instead?" Lucifer said, smirking.

"No, don't."

"Now, the important issue." Lucifer said and pulled out a goat skin parchment on which many words were already written. "Sign it."

Klein looked at the goat skin parchment and shook his head.

"No, I won't sign. You can go back to Hell, tha-"

Before Klein could finish, Lucifer grabbed his face roughly, his fingers pressed on his two cheeks.

"It hurts."

"Now listen here, it was I who healed your broken ribs, bones and ruined organs, as if I gave you new body parts anew. You owe me your living body. If you don't sign the pact to make your soul the payment. Then I'll take back all I have given you and let you die a most painful death. Do I have it clear?"

Klein nodded and the devil released his grip of his face and gave him the parchment.

"Can you get me the paper knife in my drawer? I don't want to bite my finger." Klein said and Lucifer got the paper knife and handed it to him.

One second later, the parchment was already signed with Klein's blood. As the devil of Pride retrieved of parchment, Klein drowned himself in sadness, thinking himself as good as being damned. He started to think about being tormented and burnt in eternal fire. Tears started to drop down. However, Klein soon realized he didn't cry out of sadness and tears only streamed down from his left eye. Suddenly, Klein felt a sharp pain from his left eye.

"What the fuck is wrong with me?" Klein shouting the question at the white-haired devil.

"Relax." Lucifer said and handed Klein a mirror.

Klein looked at himself in the mirror and saw his left eye changing color. The white outer layer of his eye slowly turned black, while his brown pupil turned white and a red sigil started to form on his pupil.

"Looks good, doesn't it?" Lucifer said, smiling before using his tongue to lick Klein's tears.

Self-indulgent fic but I hope you guys find it an enjoyable read :D

#what in hell is bad #whb #whb mc: klein #whb mc #whb lucifer #whb fanfic

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