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love-beyond-space-war · 7 months

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hey if you feel up to it could you do one about Jega? one where there's no mention of his death, he acts increasingly sweeter towards the reader, isn't too violent, and is protective? if not thats completely fine!

I assume this was meant to be a short story but I decided to try and experiment with those kinds of fics that's like a hybrid of HCs and a short story so I can experiment with a plot for this :0 Sorry if this is what you wanted and it took too long, still trying to get back into the swing of my side blog.

I kept the pairing general, I hope it all came out okay!

Jega 'Rdomnai being protective/caring of Reader

(HCs and Story Segments - Halo Infinite AU)

Synopsis/Summary: HCs and mini interactions/story pieces of Jega 'Rdomnai showing softer behavior towards reader and ways if could work.

Content Warning: Gender-Neutral Reader/Male Character pairing, Romantic/Platonic pairing, OOC Jega 'Rdomnai at times (Normally a sadistic character), Canon typical violence/death, Sangheili/Sangheili pairing mentioned, Human/Sangheili pairing mentioned, Dark themes mentioned, Mature language.

Jega is a Sangheili that joined the Banished due to his cybernetics.

He is also much more bloodthirsty than most Sangheili, even befriending Escharum despite the animosity between their species.

He is part of The Hands of Atriox and is a Spartan Killer.

Many fear him and his sadistic tendencies during his hunts.

He's killed many humans and is merciless to enemies.

Which is why the concept of him being softer towards anyone is foreign.

No one really expects Jega to have any sort of soft side.

He's a cold killer... for the most part.

In terms of how reader could meet them, here's some ways I think you could be compatible.

You'd have to be part of the Banished, be you taken in as a prisoner before joining or joining willingly.

Jega's affections towards you would be quicker if you were Sangheili as well, both betrayed and abandoned by your kind.

When you first met Jega it was a relatively cold greeting. Both of you haven't had the best interactions with your own kind. However, The Banished promised to give you a fresh start to make your own life.

Most of the time you two ignored each other. He was often off hunting the UNSC while you had your own duties. Yet you hoped the relatively cold interactions wouldn't last long.

After all, part of you felt intrigue towards the Sangheili, despite his Cybernetics.

Maybe he even felt similar to you and just did not show if as of yet, instead opting to walk by you with a passive glance.

If you're a human, another option I enjoy the thought of, Jega would take longer.

Even though you're part of The Banished for your own reasons, he still sees you as one of the many weak humans in this world.

However, part of him may feel particularly fond of you despite the opinions he expresses.

Humans are indeed part of the Banished. Be it soldiers no longer willing to be loyal to the UNSC or humans who were willing to make business, everyone had their reasons. Reasons they did not have to share if they did not wish to.

All that really mattered was you were Banished now and you worked with the group loyally.

When it came to Jega you tended to stay away most of the time. He's known for killing humans and you'd rather not piss him off. Any sort of proximity to Jega was usually met with you shuffling away and nodding at him to pass by from a distance.

Despite this the Sangheili often passed by you during work. You thought it was because he didn't trust you. Yet it was so often it did make you wonder if he had other intentions.

After all, if he hated you, why would he come by so often?

Either way, Jega would be someone who's slow to show anything other than stoic emotions and sadistic violence.

Unlike Chak 'Lok, Jega isn't as polite as The Tower's torturer.

He thrives off the suffering of others, so when it comes to you he isn't used to being so... close?

His companionship towards you is definitely slow to occur.

It takes some interaction between you two, maybe even some favors, in order to grow close.

He finds it understandable that he'd want to be close with a Sangheili, but a human puzzles him.

Why does he want to be close to the very prey he kills?

For some reason... when you aid him as a member of The Banished regardless on your species, he finds companionship towards you.

It's like how he felt with his fellow brothers before he was tossed out of his entire society.

He finds comfort in you despite the bloodshed he reigns in.

Just maybe... you're someone he should keep an eye on?

Jega wasn't sure why he felt such a... fondness towards you. It wasn't quite like how he felt towards Escharum. With the Jiralhanae he felt something more like a brotherhood relationship.

When it came to you he felt more... calm? He felt something that he hasn't felt towards anyone in what felt like forever. It was only when he met you that he felt such a way.

Jega decides to make a silent promise to himself to check in with you more often. Maybe if he becomes a closer member with you he'll find why you make him this way.

He just hopes Escharum will allow him to explore such a curiosity.

Once Jega catches wind of his own affections to towards you he would definitely be one to scope out why.

He doesn't want it conflicting with his duty so he spends free time hunting you down to look into this interest of his.

As expected, someone of his infamy has trouble connecting with you.

Part of you expresses that you're impressed, however if you're human you certainly express more discomfort.

He tries his best to listen to conversation that you bring up, finding himself listening closer than he thought when you bring up pieces of your backstory.

He appears hesitant to speak about his own but eventually he'll share pieces of how he got here.

Honestly through conversations, favors, and time... you could probably unlock some sort of softness in Jega when you're alone?

Jega isn't going to be the type who is overly affectionate or anything like that, most Sangheili just aren't.

He shows his care for you in subtle ways.

You notice his tone is less gruff and he eases it to be softer around you.

To you it appears he cares, but it's subtle enough others don't really notice.

Or if they do, Jega threatens them to keep quiet.

He's still violent, it isn't going to change, but never towards you.

In fact he's more protective and loyal towards you, similar to Escharum but softer.

His protective tendencies over you are done out of respect.

He knows you can fight if you're a Sangheili, yet will stick beside you just to make sure you do come out fine.

"I wasn't expecting to see you here, Spartan Killer." You comment when the infamous Sangheili materializes out of his camo beside you.

"I was called here." Jega answers simply, following you as you continue your patrol.

"Really? Last I knew someone of your skill is never called for patrols." You say back, a teasing bite in your tone.

"... seen anything?" Jega answers simply.

"No, if I needed back up I'd call for it." You slowly turn to him. "However... I don't mind the company, since you're so free."

Jega says nothing else and cloaks beside you in silence until he's called to slaughter another demon.

When it comes to if you're a human he appears to stick around more.

Fear is not in Jega's vocabulary, he just feels if your base is attacked you'll need a strong warrior to help.

You're both Banished partners after all, regardless of species.

"I want you to hide." Jega's order is demanding, a warning.

"Aren't I supposed to fight, Jega? For the sake of The Banished?" You ask, hiding the fear in your gut.

"And get yourself killed? Stay out of this. That's an order." Jega growls, shoving you out of sight.

Jega doesn't care if you're an ex-spartan, far as he knows he's going to treat you like a weak human. You've managed to make an impression on him and he isn't going to lose you to something stupid. He doesn't care if others look at him in disgust or amusement...

If you're alive and under his protection, he can rest easy.

He makes a mental note to see Escharum about moving you to somewhere more secure.

The most I can see Jega being when it comes to affectionate is him rewarding you with his protection and companionship.

He could see you as simply another Banished ally he's close with, or something much more.

He's already been cast out from his species by using forbidden cybernetics, he's already befriended Jiralhanae, at this point he does what he likes.

If he wants to dedicate himself to protecting you and caring for you, he will.

Jega cares and maybe even feels love towards you in his own way.

He may not be very affectionate or "loving" in the "traditional" sense.

But there is certainly a sense of care there when it comes to you.

"I used to be intimidated by you." You say softly towards the taller Sangheili.

"You're not now?" Jega scoffs.

"Don't get me wrong, you're infamous and terrifying at times. But between me and you... I feel safe." You go on with a slight laugh. Jega listens softly, eyes flicking to you.

"What are you implying?"

"I'm saying... I care about you, from one Banished to another." You finish, leaning against a wall. Jega soaks in your words before nodding softly, checking to see if you're still in private.

"... I can say the same." Jega admits. "You provide a sense of comfort no one else can. For that, I thank you."

You shine him a small smile.

"That's a first. I hope we can keep such a thing going?" You ask in a hopeful tone.

"Don't let it get to your head..." The Sangheili grunts before softening his tone. "... but I think the same."

#halo x reader #halo infinite x reader #halo sangheili x reader #sangheili x reader #sangheili x sangheili #sangheili x human #jega rdomnai x reader #gender neutral reader #romantic pairing #platonic pairing

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bigt1e · 7 months

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He brain root is real

Left is my oc hunter, and right is Bradley. Jr from hfjone. This is based off of a wholesome char.ai chat with these two, honestly love them so much.

#artists on tumblr #object shows #ibispaintx #digital art #osc art #osc #object oc #original character #fanart #art #hfjone #bradley jr #hfjone fanart #Platonic pairing #character ai

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faust-bite-archive · 1 month

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inspired by Little Star by Standing EGG

so ive done this idea a lot with him. one day I'll be happy with one...this is closer though.

also messing with new ideas. my wrist hurts sm so im trying to find new ways im happy with.

#obey me fanart #obey me shall we date #obey me #omswd #om nb #obey me nightbringer #obey me belphegor #obey me belphie #obey me belphie x mc #platonic pairing

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moonbeam-dragon · 4 months

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My Next One-shot in Five Pictures

The characters are hinted at in one picture. Try to guess.

#sanders sides #sanders side fic #logan sanders #roman sanders #patton sanders #janus sanders #remus sanders #virgil sanders #platonic pairing

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jackiequick · 1 year

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Smoke in the air < Top Gun Maverick fic Au

Top Gun Maverick Au Series

Setting: Set years after Top Gun, Before Top Gun Maverick

Summary: What happens when old family friends meet again? But instead it’s though daughters and granddaughters instead. What if Rachel ‘Frostbite’ MetCalf and Jennifer ‘JenPen’ Mitchell earlier, years before Top Gun?

Platonic Pairing: Jennifer ‘JenPen’ Mitchell & Rachel ‘Frostbite’ MetCalf. Maverick’s daughter & Viper’s granddaughter.

—-

It was a hot shot day in April 2011, Jennifer was sweating bullets after running streets in the sun. She just finished a quick run with Amber Kazansky, the girl was faster than her in way she can’t count. She entered the household to see her dad, Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell, and aunt, Audrey ‘Sunset’ Davidson, in the kitchen trying to cool off.

“Hey Daddy.” Jen said giving a quick kiss onto her father’s cheek. Then she bounced over to her aunt doing the same, “Hiya, Mama.”

“Hi sweetheart.” He replied with a smile, checking his watch and placed on his shades, about to head out soon.

“Hello princess.” Added Sunset pouring herself another glass of soda, “Whatcha doing here so early? Where is everyone?”

Jen opened the fridge grabbing a water bottle as lifted it up to her lips, taking a sip before replying, “Kazansky and I just finished a quick run. Bradley is god knows where. And my other friends are at the beach. Where ya headed?”

“I’m dropping something off at Chipper and Wolfman’s house. While you’re dad is driving over to old Commander Viper’s place to drop over paperwork and then head over to the offices.”

Maverick lifted up his head, “Uh change of plans! Babygirl, i need to head out to a meeting with Slider and meet up with a old student of mine, so i need you to drop off the folders for me.”

“But Dad-” Jen tried to opt out but was cut off short.

“The address is on a post-it note in my garage. It will be a quick thing, i promise.”

“But i was gonna go pick up Rusty and Lucky to go to—okay.”

—

Jennifer took a quick shower and opted for a better change of clothes. A black tank top with a gray flannel wrapped around her waist, jeans cuffed at the ankles, sandals with a pair of big tear drop shape earrings. Along with the gold crusted green necklace necklace she never removed, that made her olive green eyes pop.

She headed downstairs taking the folder with the address taped onto the front, then headed out driving to the MetCalf household, texting the girls she’ll be late to the mall. She’s been there before when she just a little girl due to her father or uncles, taking her to the house to be babysat by Viper’s wife when no one could watch over her. Viper’s wife Linda was gentle soul, always welcoming everybody in with open arms and a full plate to anyone who’s hungry. She liked her very much, but she was tough at times too.

Jennifer parked in front of the beautiful house with a freshly watered garden to die for, a white painted front porch with lights gently handing off the edge of the front door and the sound of peaceful smiles lifting up the feel of the house. Simply lovely.

The girl stepped out of the car with the items she was meant to give to the folks in hand, almost tumbling up the footsteps and knocked on the door twice. No one answered, so she knocked again nor did she hear any noise coming from the other end of the doorway. She stepped back and decided to try and walk around towards the back porch. But before she can take the first step down the staircase, Jennifer heard the door swing open and whipped her head around to face the person.

She expected to see Linda MetCalf standing there in her classic light pastel yellow top and jeans, with her hair tie in bun. Or that’s at least what her memory decided to make up of the women. Instead she was met with a young blonde girl with dark green eyes wearing a gray sweater, navy blue shorts and Converses. She definitely looked way younger than her, probably early pre-teens. Something about her gave a icy annoyed vibe, like Jen just butted into her important conversation with someone by accident. As if she landed in some deep smoke with that look.

The young girl gave her a slight glare holding the doorknob, like she was ready to slam the door in her face or something for interrupting her peace and quiet. “Uh, who the heck are you?” She asked.

“I’m uh, a sorta friend of the family.” Jennifer explained pointing towards the house.

“Sorta?”

“Yeah, Linda MetCalf sorta was my babysitter.”

“Uh okay, i guess. How old are you?”

“Almost 20..? Who the hell are you?”

“Look, I’m not supposed to talk to strangers, so please..you know, leave.”

“But I’m not a—”

Then a classic voice was heard, “Honey, who’s at the door?”

“Some girl claiming she knows..um, you?” Replied the young blonde with a confused disgusted face, scanning the brunette’s outfit choice.

Linda came in after what looks to be drying her hands off and smiled recognizing her, “Jenny, is that you?”

“Y-yeah it’s me! I’m um, sorry to interrupt you.” Jennifer said apologizing, feeling the young girl’s eyes on her.

“It’s alright what are you doing here?”

“My dad wanted me to hand this to Viper..?”

She held up a folder with tons of paperwork inside with a half smile.

“Oh yes, Mike said your father was coming over. He’s just left to the store, but i can take it for him.” Linda said kindly, holding out her hand as the girl handed her the papers, “You wanna come in? I made blueberry pie.”

“N-no it’s fine, i was gonna head out to see my friends…” Jennifer replied about to give an excuse however the scent of pie hit her nose, realizing she was hungry, “Actually yeah, a few minutes wouldn’t hurt, right?”

“Wonderful! I’ll serve you a big slice.”

—-

By the time Linda served her the slice of pie, that already seem to be cut into earlier, the young blonde headed upstairs to do god knows what. The older woman stood a seat next to the young brunette smiling. Linda asked, “So how are you sweetheart?”

“I’m alright, to be honest could be better.” Jennifer said taking a bite out the pie and humming at the delicious taste in her mouth.

“What do you mean?”

“Well dad and I are having trouble with picking career paths. Plus he’s had a little fight with my aunts and uncles..”

“Oh sweetheart, I’m sorry. You’ll figure it out eventually, you guys always do.”

“I hope so..how are you doing? I’ve haven’t seen you since i was 13, 12 maybe…?”

“I’m doing good, specially with the spring allowing more sales at the bakery and spring shopping.”

Jennifer chuckled, “Oh yeah, the mall is packed with new spring dresses at Macy’s.”

“I know it is, i brought 5 brand new outfits there last week.” Linda chuckled, pouring themselves another glass of water, “I’m so happy you stopped by, i missed seeing you.”

“Aww i missed seeing you too! If i known you were babysitting a neighbor’s kid or something i would’ve came later.”

“Neighbor’s kid?”

“Yeah the blonde girl..or is she not..?”

“Oh no sweetie you’re mistaken, that’s my granddaughter.”

“G-granddaughter? I’m so sorry I didn’t know!”

“It’s alright, you weren’t here for a long time. She is Valerie’s daughter.”

“Valerie? The oldest blonde one with the pink bracelets and used to play with me every time you babysat me?”

“That’s the one, surprised you remember. Yeah Valerie moved out with her boyfriend—now husband years ago and came back home with their daughter.”

“That’s sweet.” Jennifer smiled then jokes, “Soooo, is Hunter still available?”

“Possibly.” Linda joked back, “And I think your a better match than his last girlfriend, Brianna.”

She laughed, “I might have to ask him out then. Besides, I think Brianna wasn’t the kindest girl…um what’s granddaughter’s name?”

“Rachel MetCalf. She’s a nice girl.”

“Uh, nice? She had an icey look like she could bite me.”

“She’s a sweetheart, Jenny. Go meet her, she’s in the guest room down the hall across from the bathroom.”

—

Rachel was laying down on the bed watching rewatching a Taylor Swift music video on her laptop, as her feet kicking on the back near the edge. The lyrics blasted throughout the cracked open door, her nails were still wet from painting them a light gray color. She was relaxed and singing softly, not hearing the footsteps of clapping sandals along the the wooden floor.

She knocked on the white painted door asking if she could come in, thankfully she received a quiet yes. Once Jennifer opened the door, she was met with a different look, a far more comfortable one.

“Uh hey.” Jen said standing in the doorway giving the girl a small smile.

“Ugh what do you want?” Replies the blonde pausing the music video, wiping her head around to the girl.

“To talk. To you.”

“Uh why? Look my grandma, if ask you to do that just don’t listen to her. You might be wasting your time You came here to bring over some stuff, that’s all.”

“Uh ok first off, yeah she sent me here.”

“I knew it! We both know you got something more entertaining to do instead.”

“Secondly, watch your tone!”

“You ain’t my mother nor my grandmother!”

“Yeahhh I’m not but those two lovely ladies you just mentioned, I do know! I..sorry ok..I just came to be nice. Can we start over?”

“Why would I do that?”

“Because it’s a nice thing to do.”

“Really? How so?”

——

The dark brunette, she didn’t speak, not knowing how to respond to that comment. Jen walked in and sat down on the edge of the bed, however knowing that this would be a long talk. Rachel sat crisscross applesauce on the bed, scrolling through the reopened Twitter page on her laptop. Memes, gifs, messages and videos filled up her feed. She glanced up at over every once in a while, waving a hand for her waiting for the girl to keep speaking.

But Jennifer didn’t.

Instead she watched her. The hair bouncing in front of her face, her dark nails, the rolled shoulder and annoyed pouted lips. The frosty looks that could sharply hurt you, a soft stabbing, focused glare underneath that deep eyeliner of hers. Some people are always like that that, it’s who they are. But sometimes it’s always something different, stronger. Something behind those eyes. Either she was going across a teenage phase or…

“How long?” Jennifer asked, the words just slipped out.

“What?” Rachel replies eyeing her up and down.

“How long was your father shipped out?”

“Wa-excuse me? How did you know that?! You just walk in here and asked me that…”

“H-hey I’m sorry. It just slipped out..well because I know the face. The attitude.”

Both of their voices were low, as if it was whispers of a conversation. Rachel looked at her once again, noticing that this girl seriously just called her out on something that she didn’t expect to hear. But somehow was known to everyone in that very room. It kinda sucks that the annoying girl in front of her read the room that quickly, or just guess it.

For Jen, it was something she knew a little too well. The look, sometimes the cries and the attitude. She experienced it, still does. Not something you catch on unless you travel around and met people every once in a while. Sometimes you need someone else to listen to you.

Rachel sighed, leaned back and scoff, “Okay that um, wow. Rude sorta I guess..but um yeah, my dad was you know gone for 6 months or less…Navy and stuff runs in the family. Guess with yours too?”

“Yeah. He’s never been gone for that long, huh?” Jennifer asked, she got a nod in return and continued, “I get it. It’s not easy, it gets annoying like the longest waiting game ever…what about your mom?”

“My mom?”

“Yeah..”

“Mom is usually at work nowadays, so I stay with um, well my grandparents. Mostly grandma. I mean yeah she’s always here but the last few weeks..she’s been usually busy with work.”

“It’s tough, at least you get to be near some cool grandparents. I get it, it can be hard sometimes you just want them safe and sound. Especially if your a bit of a daddy’s girl growing up, I guess.”

——

Rachel was still working out the way to look at this situation. Just a few minutes ago she was annoyed at this point with her but now it was like she has soften up. Sometimes you don’t know if someone is getting honest or just chatting with you to make conversation. As if it was a lie or something, she’s been though his routine before.

She scoffed and looking at her laptop, “Yeah well, what do you know?”

“What do you mean?” Jennifer asked, playing with her nails for a moment.

“You’re just sweet talking me or something. You don’t know me, you’re mom is probably at home with your dad.”

“She’s not at home.”

“Shopping for grocery then, whatever. At least she’s with you.”

“Yeah probably in spirit.”

“Huh?”

Jennifer scoff with a slightly half smile, “Girl, my moms dead.”

“Oh-oh my god! I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to.” Rachel said quickly with widen eyes, closing her laptop, “I um, uh, I didn’t know..”

“It’s alright. You didn’t mean to.”

“I’m sorry…is that why you visited my grandparents a lot? I heard half of the conversation downstairs. You uh, talk loud.”

“Y-yeah I mean sorta..I guess that’s why. My dad or uncle were busy with work as I got a little older, so I was always dropped off here..just like you.”

“What? No other uncles or aunts or older siblings to take care of you? At least I had my uncles and aunts.”

“Live far away or you know, busy with work. My dad trusted me in the care of your grandparents.”

“And my aunts and uncles appears like it..”

“Oh no, they just showed up to play every once in a while.”

Rachel joked with a half smile, “In what year? 1987?”

“Hey! I’m only a few years older than you. And yeah, in the late very 80s.” Jennifer admitted, knowing she couldn’t lie abiotic that.

“Hahahahaha! Old lady.”

“Again I’m literally 19. What are you? Like 11?”

“11?!”

“13?”

“13?! I’m 15! Just turned 15 a while back.”

“Heheh! You don’t look like it…”

“Okay, rude.”

“But you sound like it.”

Rachel muttered a ‘wow’ trying to act serious and mature enough to act like it, but the moment she turned around to face Jennifer. It was a whole different story. The brunette was biting the inside of her cheek, grinning softly at her, “What?” The young blonde started chuckling that grew into a fit of laughter, the other girl followed suit. They laughed for a good minute straight, chatting a bit more.

“So uh, can we start over..?” Jennifer asked with a shrug, smiling.

“Sure, why not.” Rachel replied with a slight scoff and smile.

“Hi, I’m Jennifer Mitchell my friends c-”

“Seriously? The whole introduction thing too and-”

“Just do it. Please?”

“Fine..I’m Rachel MetCalf. My friends call me Rach, at least they would if I had any friends.”

It was Jennifer’s turn to scoff and half smile, “Cute. Did you just quote Meg from ‘Hercules’?”

“Well yeah, duh. She’s a cool chick and relatable to me..” Rachel replied with a shrug and smirk.

“Okay, Megara..”

“Yeah no.”

“What? Nicknames it’s for sake! Iceman is already taken.”

“Rachel is just fine.”

“Okay fine.”

“You give everyone a nickname?”

“On occasion.”

“Oh dear god…fine, only one nickname got it? It should be a cool one! Not some lame basic one.”

“Damn okay, yes ma’am.”

She laughed at the older girl reaction. It made her feel comfortable and cool. Honestly she wasn’t half bad in her eyes. Rachel thought that she was warm and sweet, which contrasted her cool and collective self. Yeah she had a friend or two, but this brunette girl was willing to stay up here with her for a while. Yeah sure, it took Linda MetCalf to do so, but still. Usually she was the loner who gave everyone the side eye, then comes on this girl to interrupt her vibe today. Interesting.

The two chatted a bit more. Talked about schools, discussing movies, joked about crushes, watch some YouTubers, and do more things to past the time.

Not gonna lie, Jennifer was glad she went upstairs. The moment she saw the young blonde at the front door, it was smoke in the air! Her mind was racing with ideas to leave the paperwork and get out of there, especially when that glare hit her. Planning to definitely refuse the idea of coming upstairs to actually meet her, meet up with her friends at the mall. But when she got to know the blonde girl, something about this newfound friendship felt good.

The pair were discussing a few new movie trailers when Jen phone vibrate with a call from Rusty, she excused herself real quick to answer it remembering about the mall. She heard that the girls were at the Food Court, just finished showing at Target waiting for her.

Jennifer ended the call, noticing a few missed text messages from her dad as well. Oops. When she returned to the bedroom, she was met with the young MetCalf eyes and soft smile.

“You’re friends?” She asked with small nod.

“And a few missed text messages from dad..” She replied nodding.

“Oof. Tough break, sorry about that.”

“It’s cool. I got hang out with a cool girl anyway.”

“Cool?”

“Yeah your kinda cool.”

“Your playing, I ain’t cool.”

“I would say so, Rachel.”

“Whatever you say, Mitchell.”

Both girls chuckled.

“Walk me out?” Jennifer suggested with a small shrug, pointing at the door.

“Sure.” Rachel reply was quick as she jumped off the bed, leading her down the steps.

—-

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They chatted some more, greeting Linda midway to the front porch. She smiled at both girls, happy to see they somehow got along. She gave the young Mitchell a slice of pie to go and returned back to the kitchen counter to continue a phone call of hers. Rachel opened the door for her new found friend. Jennifer smiled, giving her a small thanks.

“You know I wasn’t expecting this day to go like this, but I’m glad it did.” Jen says holding the pie in her hands.

Rachel leaned against the door frame, “Yeah, it wasn’t bad. Again, I’m sorry about earlier.”

“Oh no, it’s fine. I’m used to it, I shouldn’t have snapped at you.”

“It’s cool, I kinda needed it you know.”

“Yeah. Ohhh how about I swing by again this week and I can take you out?”

“Seriously? T-that’s odd, we just met.”

“So? We’re kinda on good terms and I would like to hang out with you a bit more.”

The blonde smiled hearing that, surprised to see how open this girl was receiving her this whole time. Somehow she liked this annoying ball of sunshine and jokes. The brunette smiled softly as if she can see the gears turn in her head, she was cool with hanging out with someone like her. Somehow she enjoyed the vibe of this bright eyed ball of cool breezes and slightly snarky remarks.

It was that ‘screw off’ attuned attitude towards her, that Jennifer liked for some reason. She wait for a response from the blonde, playing with her necklace.

“Oh right.” Rachel said snapping out if her thought considering her offer, “Sure! Y-yeah we can hang out tomorrow I guess, o-only if your free of course. You seem kinda busy.”

“Nahh girl, I ain’t that busy!” Jennifer replies with a soft chuckle, “I’m usually lounging around or something. So I can definitely hang out tomorrow.”

“G-great! That sounds great, you’ll pick me up?”

“If it’s cool with your grandma and—”

Suddenly the yells of Linda MetCalf was heard, “YES! ITS OKAY WITH ME!..sorry, I was eavesdropping for a moment!”

Both girls laughed at the older woman, nodding at the agreement. Satisfied somehow with this situation of today, it wasn’t planned but it was nice so far. Rachel said her quick goodbyes, giving the brunette her phone number in the process and closed the door. Jennifer nodded as the door was sorta slammed in her face and chuckled running off to her ride.

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firedragon1321 · 6 months

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Pit and Sora: *stand next to each other*

Me: Babies. Booboos. Dumbalinas. Brothers separated at birth. Pure angelic energy. No brOTP could be better than this.

#sora kh #pit kid icarus #kingdom hearts #sora #pit #smash brothers #this was a huge reason i wanted sora in smash #platonic pairing

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fruitpunch-whore · 2 years

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other mother x unloved reader(platonic pairing)

sorry this was very rushed.

(reader is 18+)

Y/N POV

I awake to the sound of birds outside my window, the soft sound echoing throughout my empty room. The smell of old wallpaper filling my nose and I take a deep breath. finding peace in this moment, it's the little moments that keep me going. The moments without yelling, the moments where I'm alone and the only voice is my own. I sit up and stretch and wince, the belt mark from last night still fresh and barely scabbing over. I layed back down before lifting up my sleeve to reveal the bruises from her. Memories flood back into my mind as I push them away, closing them off. My peace was interrupted by a loud voice coming from downstairs.

“Y/N come down here this instant!!” my mother yelled from the bottom floor

I sat on the edge of my bed, closing my eyes tightly to find the strength to go deal with her. Finally I started walking, past the moving boxes and opened my door revealing the hallway. I walked down it looking at the pictures of my family, we look so happy together. But its a lie, all the pictures and parties are a lie. My parents aren't very fond of me to say the least. I make my way to the kitchen where i find my mother cross armed. “So, you think you can live her and be lazy huh?” she said with anger lacing her words. I was confused, i did everything she asked i cleaned and cleaned till i was exhausted. “What do you mean? I did everything?” i said but before i could speak another word she slapped me, “this! I mean this!” she said holding up a plate “you forgot to do the dishes!”. But i didn't, i couldn't have, i did the dishes. My father… he had ate breakfast before going into work, all this over a single plate.

I feel the tears pool up in my eyes before she grabbed my hair and pulled me, making me follow her. “I'm sorry, i'm sorry i'm sorry,” i just kept muttering until we reached the closet. She unlocked it and threw me into it, my back hitting the wall with a loud thud as my back started bleeding from my lash. “I've already locked away your stuff so don't try complaining to your little friends about me, this is what parenting is. It's not my fault you keep screwing up” she said to me before locking the closet door and walking away. I grabbed an old shirt from the floor and placed it over mine to cover up the blood spot that's bleeding through my tank top.

I sat there and curled up hugging my knees, “why why why… we used to be so happy” I thought to myself before the shelf above me broke, a shoe box came crashing down in front of me. “Shit” I thought as I knew my mother would yell at me for the noise and probably do worse. I noticed something though, a key fell out of the box. I picked it up and it was labeled “closet hatch '' I heard my mothers footsteps approaching so I quickly looked around and saw behind me, covered by coats, was a small door. I placed the key in and turned the lock, it wouldn't budge and I heard her coming closer. I frantically fidgeted with it until it came open, I crawled inside just in time and locked the door from the inside. I heard my mother yell into the closet “where are you bitch?!?”

I pressed my body into the door, so fearful I felt my legs shake. I closed my eyes tightly, feeling the tears well up in them. After what felt like forever I opened them and looked around this place. It looked… It looked like a tunnel. The walls were glowing blue and purple, I looked down and saw an adorable mouse looking at me. I waved at it and placed my hand down for it to sniff me, it jumped right into my hand and I smiled. I went to go pet the small creature and it jumped out of my hands running away down the tunnel. I crawled after it, unsure of where I was going.

After a while we came to a small door, like the one I entered through. My breath became shaky as I turned the key opening it up, I pushed open the door and crawled out. I stood up and looked around, this…this was my house. Fuck, this just lead to my living room. I heard footsteps coming towards me and I went to scrabble back into the hatch but it was closed. And my key was gone.

“Shit shit shit no please..” i said under my breath and I ran to the corner behind my couch, I kneeled down and tucked my head into my knees as I heard the footsteps grow closer until they were right in front of me. I closed my eyes tighter waiting for a slap or a kick, but all I felt was a hand being placed on my arm gently. “Please….please don't hurt me anymore mom..” I cried out and the hand was taken off my arm.

“Hurt you… oh my, y/n no… i love you i would never hurt you..” a voice that was sweet as honey spoke out.

I slowly uncovered my face and looked up at the person in front of me. She smiled at me and crouched down to be at my level, “w-who are you?” I said with worry in my voice, this woman. She had black hair and red lips but what really stood out was that in place of her eyes, were black buttons. Fear stuck my core as this woman placed a hand on my knee

“Why silly, I'm your mother!” she said with a smile. But this woman wasn't my mother, she didn't look anything like her and didn't act like her either. “You're not my mother…” I said keeping my distance from her. “Why love, I'm your other mother,” she said, her smile growing softer. I nodded while still being totally freaked out “come on now sweetie, dinners ready!” she said before swiftly standing up motioning for me to follow her. I stood and looked around this place more thoroughly, this place looked like my house but..it seemed more home-like. There were softer colors and it didn't stink of bleach and old wallpaper.

I must be dreaming.. This cant be real. I followed her into the kitchen and she motioned for me to sit down at the table. I sat and another person walked in, a man with brown curly hair and glasses. “Hi dear! Hi y/n! How was your day?” he said before patting me on the shoulder. I winced and tears pricked my eyes. The lash started bleeding through my shirt and tried to stay calm. I heard the man gasp and saw the woman's eyes go wide. “Sweetie… what happened” he said to me with a worried tone. “My…my mother…the one through that door she-” i couldn't speak anymore before i started crying. Through tears in my eyes I swear I saw the woman's hands twitch, claws growing out of it before going back to normal. “Honey, why don't you come with me? I can help you get cleaned up then we can eat ok?” my other mother said. I nodded and followed her up the stairs

She led me into a bathroom and twisted the faucet to turn the bath on. She walked over to a cabinet and opened it, then handed me the fluffiest towel I've ever seen. “I'll let you have some privacy dear” my other mother said before walking out of the bathroom. I undressed and looked at myself in the mirror, bruises, so many bruises. I sighed and sat down in the bath, the warm water stinging my back. I started to relax until I heard the door creak open, “oh sorry dear here's your ro-” she cut herself off and her eyes went wide, staring at me. I covered myself and started to cry. “Please..you cant tell her you saw this shell just hurt me more please..” I begged her through tears. The woman's face turned dark before back light again, “darling, she will never hurt you again.” she said, placing my robe on the door. “What do you mean, I have to go back at some point…” I said, wiping my tears away.

“Honey, how would you like to stay here? For a while I mean.” she said with a smile. I nodded and she left closing the door. I got out of the bath and noticed she gave me some pajamas, they were (YFC) with black trim on them. I got dressed and walked downstairs. I slowly made my way to the kitchen and sat down at the table.

“Hello sport!” said the man sitting on the other side of the table. “I'm your other father, its nice to have you home” he said with a smile, his eyes black buttons as well. I smiled at him and my other mother placed a plate in front of me, i looked down at it and then back up. The table seemed to be magically covered in food i blinked and she nodded at me signaling that i could eat. I grabbed a turkey leg and a huge scoop of mashed potatoes, corn and a roll. I ate quickly, not used to having this much food. “Hungry dear?” she asked me and i stopped. “She.. when shes mad at me she doesn't let me eat, and shes mad a lot..” i said quietly. Her hand fidgeted again. “Well dig in! I made plenty for everyone” she said and started to eat as well followed by my other father. I didn't skip a beat and began eating again.

We finished up dinner and she took my dirty plate to the sink. She turned towards me “are you tired dear?” i nodded ‘’well me and your father will take you to your room!” she said and grabbed my hand softly leading me up the stairs, my other father behind me. She lead me to a room, it was much livelier then my other one, the walls were (YFC) and my childhood toys were placed neatly in the corner. “Oh i almost forgot!” she said and pulled out something from her pocket, it was my phone! “Here you go love! You wont be able to contact anyone from the other world but you can use the internet!” she said smiling, i hugged her tightly and she wrapped her arms around me. “Thank you” was all i could mutter out, being overwhelmed with joy.

“Well, its time to sleep dear” she said and i walked over to my bed undoing the covers. They were so soft ,i quickly got under them and laid down. “I wish I could stay here forever..” i said yawning

“Oh of course you can!” she said before a wave of fatigue went over me. she said, stroking my hair. Before I could respond I started to fall into a deep sleep. But before i was out, i remember her saying,

“you didn’t have an option of leaving anyways.”

#othermother x reader #othermother #other mother #xreader #abused reader #fanfic #platonic pairing

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cavalrysystem · 5 months

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Brother, I've got you.

Summary: after an argument with Logan, Roman seeks out his older twin for comfort.

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Roman didn't know what he did wrong. Logan didn't seem busy, so Roman had been trying to coordinate a day of line running with the logical facet. "So if tomorrow doesn't work maybe we can do s-"

"Do you ever shut up, Roman?"

The question stings as it registers in Roman's ears, and the light sided twin looks at Logan with a confused look, eyebrows furrowed in upset. "W-what?" Roman murmurs, flinching as Logan begins yelling at him.

"I said do you ever shut up!? You never fucking listen to anyone! God sometimes I wish I could just grab you by the neck and squeeze until you stop fucking talking all the time!"

Roman's eyes fill with golden tears. The princely side throws the script in Logan's face and runs off, not hearing Virgil scolding Logan. As Roman runs, he thinks to himself 'maybe he's right?'. He doesn't realize he's heading right for the darksides until Janus is calling out for Roman to slow down, to stop, to breathe—

Roman spots his brother and only manages to get out a sob before he's going over and waiting for Remus to set aside the crochet project.

Remus, instantly, sets his current task aside and carefully pulls the younger twin into his lap, letting Roman bury his face in the nape of his neck. Remus rests a hand on Roman's back, starting to rock himself and Roman. "Hey Ro-bro." Remus cooed gently, forgetting Janus is in the room. "It's alright. Bubba's got you."

Janus opens his mouth to speak, but upon the glare the snake-eqsue side receives from the duke, shuts his mouth. Janus muttered under his breath, bewildered at the display Remus is showing. Nonetheless, the deceitful facet quietly enters the kitchen and starts preparing some cold chocolate milk for Roman and Remus.

"L-log-" Roman sobs as he curls up, hands curling into fists as he grasps at the fabric of his brother's costume, unable to bring himself to speak.

"Sssh, sssh...it's alright. You don't need to talk." Remus whispers reassuringly, combing his hand through Roman's hair gently as he keeps rocking the two of them. "I can take a guess as to what happened." Remus grumbled, sounding a bit upset.

"B-but-"

"But nothing, bubby." Remus assured, as Roman sits up and wipes the gold tears off his own face. "You don't have to talk. Just nod or shake your head." Remus hummed, waiting for Roman's approval.

After Roman nods, Remus takes a moment to remind himself to remain calm. "You had an argument with Logan, and he made a comment about how you like to talk?"

When Roman nodded, Remus's eye twitched. "Well, that fucker is wrong. He just has an orange painted stick up his ass." Remus pulls Roman close again, snapping his fingers so him and his twin both are in comfortable matching pajamas. "There. Better?"

"Mhm..."

"Good. Double-Dee, get in here!"

"Be paitent you street rat!" Janus called back, resulting in both the twins snickering. After a moment Janus returns to the living room carrying one red cup with a lid and straw, and a matching green one. "Thesssse are both the sssame." Janus held the cups out

Roman takes the green one, and Remus takes the red. Roman settles in Remus's lap, leaned up against his muscular twin. Remus always had the stronger build, it was why Roman loved Remus's hugs so much. "...thanks, Jan.." Roman murmurs softly, sipping the chocolate milk.

"It isn't a problem, Roman." Janus hummed, settling next to the two. "Now...who upset you? And do you want reassurence?"

Remus hummed, putting a hand on Roman's head and messing with his hair. "Jay, he already talked about it once. I'll check in with you later, okay?"

"Ugh, fine. I'll leave the remote here, I'll be in my room if you need me." And with that, Janus left.

Remus turned his attention to Roman. "Ro...I'm sorry we haven't hung out in a while-" he begins, taking a sip of his chocolate milk. "I dont...really have an excuse. I'm sorry."

"...'s okay." Roman murmurs as he leans against Remus. "I wasn't...the best brother either." Roman sighed softly as he took another sip of the chocolate milk. "Logan and Virgil have been riding my ass so much I can barely get away from them."

"I'll cut their dicks off!"

"No, thats- not what the issue is."

"Oh. Wait then...can you tell me what the issue is?"

Roman bit his lip, and nodded. "Promise you won't get mad...?"

"You know I can't promise that, Ro..." Remus said softly, quietly.

Roman sighed softly. "I know. But uhm...Logan and Virgil want Patton to ban me from visiting you..."

Remus's eye twitched. "Do you know why?"

Roman nodded. "They uhm.. think we're out committing crimes and stealing things."

"Uh-huh?"

"And I tried to explain that it's not true but they just..."

"Wouldn't listen?" Remus combed a hand through Roman's hair gently.

Roman nodded and took a breath. "I really like hanging out with you a-and Patton knows and doesn't want to stop me from doing that, but Logan and Virgil keep pressuring him.."

Remus sighed, rolling his ruby red eyes. "Of course they do, fuckin' pricks." Remus murmurs, tentacles squirming on his back.

Roman finished his chocolate milk. "...can we draw together?"

"Huh? Oh, like...pa...para.."

"Paralell play."

"Yeah that fuckin shit. Sure thing rommy." Remus waved his arm and the art supplies appeared, Remus setting the drinks aside. "You wanna paint, sketch, color, or...?"

"Whatever works." Roman grabbed a multi-media sketchbook and a mechanical pencil.

"Okay bubby." Remus hummed happily, nose scrunching up. He popped his lips and grabbed a canvas to start sketching on.

Roman also popped his lips, quietly rocking himself back and forth. Remus did the same, both twins needing some sort of motion stimuli.

The two sat next to eachother, happily drawing

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rikiblues · 1 year

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never tough with you

featuring. enhypen kim sunoo x yang jungwon contents. fluff, mild angst, child labor & abuse, platonic relationship

playlist. none word count. 1582

note. written for a writing event by decelis_acvdemy. inspired by life, lungs, and love by luvx1 on ao3. title from yoru ni kakeru (english version) by yoasobi.

When Yang Jungwon says that there's a certain magic about Kim Sunoo, he means it. I don't think I've ever met anyone like you, he'd once said in the lull of fast-approaching sleep, and I don't think there's anyone quite like you out there.

The words' validity are further credited when you think about that most things said on the verge of sleep are one's actual thoughts—and Jungwon won't ever lie to Sunoo, to begin with. When you're as close as Jungwon and Sunoo, it's kind of impossible to lie, not when you know all of each other's tells and little giveaways. Lying isn't appealing.

My guardian angel, Jungwon refers to Sunoo fondly. It's one of the few endearments that don't sound artificial or out-of-place in their life.

Jungwon and Sunoo both come from families that were once well-off, until they weren't anymore. Bankruptcy, debts, underhanded work from jealous rivals, the whole lot. They were far too young to actually remember any of it, so it's safe to say that they don't have a very good idea of just how nice it is to live in luxury, because they've never experienced it. Comfort equals luxury; some warmth to sleep at night; something to fill a stomach.

That's luxury. That's Sunoo—Sunoo, who holds Jungwon's hands when he's cold, does impossibly stupid things like steal food from the kitchen of the hotel they work at when Jungwon's too hungry to do much more than sit up straight, bribes the other boys who have been roped into working against child labor laws, from broken families like theirs, to cover his and Jungwon's working shifts so that Jungwon can go outside and play in the first snow before the cars and people can dirty it all (and fix a hot chocolate for him, expertly hiding it from anyone else, before he's done).

Jungwon can't imagine falling asleep at night without Sunoo, his best friend. Sunoo lets him cuddle when he has a nightmare, or even just because. Sunoo reads any stories he can, in the newspaper, the discarded books he can find, to relay them to Jungwon, who was never taught to read. They're functional as bedtime stories and a distraction from a bad day and/or time (or the wishes that they had actually alive parents to be there).

They met in the back alleys of the hotel. Jungwon started out by just hauling their trash from the back doorstep to the correct place for a couple of coins, and then a job doing basic housework like sweeping for a place to sleep at night, the back rooms. Eventually, it became him doing whatever they wanted, whenever they wanted, in exchange for that same place to sleep at night and a meal to eat every day—or else, it'd be back onto the streets, and the underhanded things they do for them exposed to the police. Solid deals.

Jungwon's daily jobs still included taking out the trash, he'd thought that time. What he didn't know until then was that Sunoo, the new addition to their 'staff,' would have the job on his hands, leaving Jungwon to do other things. Which weren't much better than this, to be honest.

"What're you doing?" Jungwon had asked when he found a strange boy tugging a larger-than-his-size trashcan towards the corner dumpster.

"Taking out the trash," Sunoo had said, "like I'm supposed to."

"I'm supposed to do it, though," Jungwon frowned, "I've done it since last month."

"Oh, you're the one they said used to do this," Sunoo realized. He wiped his hands very thoroughly (but somewhat ineffectively) down against his trousers, and held out a hand to Jungwon, beaming. "My name's Kim Sunoo! This is my job now, until someone else has to, I guess. Let's work together!"

Bright, fox eyes paired with a smiling, sunshine-bright pink-lipped grin. Who was young Jungwon, with no allies, no friends, no nothing, to say no, to such a kind, enthusiastic and even welcoming offer? No one, he was no one to say no.

So, he accepted. Together, the two boys dragged the trashcan to the corner dumpster—both delighted that it took less time than it took Jungwon usually. "Teamwork," Sunoo had said, eyes sparkling, taking Jungwon by the wrist and dragging him along in a sprint to the other end of the alleyway. "Now come look at a kitten I found!"

Jungwon had been hesitant, but they still had at least ten minutes left before being due to show up anywhere, so he relented. At the other end of the alleyway, a dead-end one, was a little white kitten with orangish-brown patches on its body. The two of them had never seen such a friendly, affectionate kitten, and were completely enamored.

"It likes you better than me!" Sunoo noted delightedly. Jungwon giggled, watching little baby kitten wind its way around his legs, tail waving in the air. He reached down to pet it between its ears. "Aww, you two are so cute!"

So enamored, in fact, that they lost track of time, and were reprimanded more severely than any ten-year-old should have, beaten and humiliated. But that was okay, Jungwon had made a great new friend, and things looked better than before.

He can be cool and reserved around people he doesn't like, but he's always kind and generous. He protects without thinking of himself. Weakness is hardly ever a thing Jungwon sees on him. Some days, he resents that. Other days, when he's tired and falling apart at the seams, he's grateful for it. Yang Jungwon is a flickering flame in the wind, and Kim Sunoo's hands cup around him protectively, sheltered from the world.

Jungwon is there one day, when Sunoo instinctively decides to dye his hair a bright and vivid orange. He has to convince Sunoo that the boss and customers wouldn't like it—"they'd call you an eyesore, and it makes it harder to blend in," he points out very gently but straight-to-the-point. Because with them, Sunoo does the protecting and Jungwon handles the logistics of everything they do in between.

So, he settles for a platinum blonde, and Jungwon chooses to highlight his midnight locks with a chocolate brown. The dye they buy from a convenience store costs almost half the funds they've been saving for the past three years, since they first understood the concept of saving, and the cleanup of the mess they inadvertently managed to make takes almost an hour, but the end result is actually cool. Jungwon's black towel doesn't go through any color changes, but when Sunoo washes and dries his hair, his own, that's in shades of white of yellow, just becomes a towel with bright yellow designs and milder yellow fill-ins. They laugh about that for a long time.

Sunoo sends Jungwon off to bed while he tries to get the color out of his towel and he goes off to the laundromat because their daywear is completely soaked through because of the water-fight they'd had. Sunoo isn't embarrassed about wearing a Spider-Man shirt and similarly themed pants in public. "It's what we have, so why not?" he always says.

He comes back approximately three hours later with a clean towel, and fresh clothes, just in time for the nightly roll-call. He slips into bed (the thin mattress that barely has any cushioning) beside Jungwon and feigns sleep, just like all the other wide-awake ones surrounding them. The man who counts heads leaves after a minute, and the room all at once erupts into a low hum of chatter. Jungwon and Sunoo sit up against the wall.

"There was a nice lady," Sunoo tells Jungwon, fingering a lock of his new blonde hair—how well that'll go over with the boss, Jungwon doesn't know, but he knows that even if anything happens, they'll have to accept it. Sunoo's already popular with the girls who frequent the hotel's restaurant; he even has a crush on one of them (which Jungwon is sure to tease him for mercilessly, of course; it's adorable). "She let me use some of her detergent when she saw my towel. It's super-strong, or something like that. It worked."

"She didn't ask any questions?" Jungwon asks, though he already anticipates the shake of Sunoo's head. They're seventeen and eighteen, now. It's not so strange for teenaged boys to be at the laundromat. Not like it was when they were thirteen and all alone in a crowd of older teens and moms and dads and grandmas. "Will the boss be mad?"

"I'll protect you if he does," Sunoo says simply. "I always do."

"But who'll protect you?" Jungwon persists. "What about you?"

"We protect each other, Jungwonie," Sunoo says, tapping his nose. It's a sweet action, and it makes him smile, knowing that everything will be okay if he just believes that it will be. "Isn't that how the two of us have always operated?"

"You always save me," Jungwon corrects, "and I just do damage control when I'm not terrified and shaking."

"Regardless."

"Always the guardian angel," he teases, leaning into Sunoo's side. He doesn't mean it a sarcastic way, even if it's teasing. Because that's what Sunoo is. His guardian angel, until the end of the world, till the end of time. Forever and always.

pocketz <3

I apologize for nothing.

#enhypen #sunoo #enhypen sunoo #jungwon #enhypen jungwon #sunoo x jungwon #sunoo + jungwon #fanfic #platonic pairing #fanfiction #alternate universe

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