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favoniuscodex · 3 years

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scaramouche + body swap soulmate au

prompt: soulmate au where when the reader turns twenty, she swaps bodies with her soulmate. rather than returning to their original bodies at the end of the day, the two soulmates can only return to their original bodies upon sharing a kiss.

pairing: scaramouche x fem!reader

rating: sfw

warnings: foul language, scaramouche’s existence, no beta reader (oops)

word count: 1.5k

a/n: this was the most requested au for me to write for, but i’m posting this one separately because i a) got carried away writing it and b) altered the prompt a bit. hopefully it still remains good enough that the anon who requested it is happy with the results! i love writing for scaramouche, although my interpretation of him will likely end up being super ooc. this is a part of my 50 follower celebration! i apologize to anyone who expected me to write scaramouche in a respectful way

when scaramouche first awakes, he realizes he had finally swapped bodies with his soulmate.

how utterly inconvenient. he thinks. despite the change in body, scaramouche is filled yet again with the rage that fuels him normally.

god has let him live another day and he plans to make it everyone’s problem.

but, before he can wear his rbf again and plan his holy re-conquest of the inazuman throne while doing whatever it is harbingers do, he needs to figure out where he is and get out of this body.

this means he has to find you. great. another incompentent buffoon i have to rely on. he thinks, followed by a steady stream of internalized expletives as he curses the world for placing him within your body.

he stands up and notices a shift in his typical perception of the world. you’re taller than him. he serves the goddess of love and the world made his soulmate taller than him. for a brief moment, scaramouche considers atheism.

as if this godawful, horrid situation couldn’t get any worse for poor, innocent scaramouche, a glance to his side reveals a shield, a sword, and, worst of all, a knights-of-favonious-insignia emblazoned uniform.

scaramouche then decides to rifle through your belongings. he’s not actively trying to invade your privacy, he’s just trying to find where you hide your vision. the world is cruel for tying him to a “perfidious, repugnant excuse of a government puppet”, but certainly isn’t cruel enough to tie him to a visionless plebeian? right?! right!??!?!?!

after nearly an hour of searching and the near destruction of any storage container that may exist in your house, scaramouche is bent over on his knees on your floor, slamming his fist against the creaking floorboards. no, he’s not crying! harbingers don’t cry! don’t look at him! he just spilt some seawater on his eyes! it doesn’t matter that the ocean isn’t nearby!

a knock on your front door disrupts scaramouche’s pity party and he shoots up, furiously wiping at his face to remove the “definitely-not-tear”stains.

“hold on!” scaramouche calls, surprised at the feminine voice that exits his body. he hadn’t even analyzed what you looked like yet. he had had more important things to do.

no, scaramouche isn’t struggling to put your undergarments on! he doesn’t struggle to do anything! he’s a harbinger!

after an unknown, embarrassingly long amount of time elapses, scaramouche manages to swing open the door, now dressed in your typical uniform, sword in his hand and at the ready.

“woah there, sweetheart. didn’t think our relationship had soured that quickly,” the blue-haired man at the door hums, a mischievous smirk spreading across his face.

SWEETHEART?! scaramouche screeches internally. you might be a visionless, uncultured peasant that is a part of one of the worst governments in teyvat, but you’re his visionless, uncultured peasant. scaramouche will be damned before he lets this flamboyant pirate steal you away from what fate decided belonged to scaramouche and scaramouche alone.

“call me your sweetheart again and i’ll rip that filthy eyepatch off your face and shove it up your-” scaramouche hisses, causing kaeya to interrupt him with a laugh.

a laugh? the man who looks like he just got out of a tea party with a three-year-old girl is laughing at me? ME?! scaramouche briefly considers capital murder. mondstadt is known for freedom after all. they could possibly turn the other cheek at this blue-haired menace getting murdered.

“happy twentieth birthday,” the man speaks, his revealed eye sparkling with mirth. “your name is (y/n) and i’m kaeya.”

“i didn’t ask for your name,” scaramouche responds, causing kaeya to let out another laugh.

normally, scaramouche would plead to anyone that he is simply a commoner from inazuma and needs a horse to go rescue his lover, now trapped within his body, and return her to mondstadt. however, his immediate hatred for kaeya had taken abrupt control of his body and eliminated any conniving strategy he may have had in order to steal mondstadtian resources to return home.

“well, kaeya,” scaramouche begins, mustering the most vitriol he can accrue from your voice into his words. “i need a horse if i plan to rescue my damsel in distress.”

kaeya raises an eyebrow, intrigued by scaramouche’s words. “i wouldn’t call her much of a damsel.”

“compared to me, everyone is a damsel. unfortunately, i am contractually obligated by fate to give a shit about this one,” scaramouche responds blankly, causing kaeya to stifle another laugh. “what poor gentleman do i need to seduce in order to obtain a horse with the minimal funding i found inside of this woman’s house?”

kaeya smiles. “i’m the knights of favonius calvary captain so… me. but don’t worry, babe, you already have my heart.”

scaramouche might not be able to commit capital murder without consequence, but he does receive joy from being able to ram his knee into kaeya’s family jewels and watch him double over in pain.

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scaramouche’s journey to sneznhaya is a long and arduous one, but he much prefers the company of the horse rather than the company of kaeya and friends, whom scaramouche was introduced to at the knights of favonius headquarters.

(however, if scaramouche is being honest, he enjoyed the company of jean. she was dutiful and strong-willed. scaramouche would die before admitting he was impartial towards the acting grand master.)

his journey to find you comes to a halt before he enters the sneznhayan border, however. from a distance, he spots 2 (two? scaramouche queries) horses galloping in the distance and a familiar silhouette on each horse.

scaramouche recognizes his body upon one of the horses first. he doesn’t spend all that time admiring himself in the mirror for nothing!

however, he only pays attention to the person on the horse next to you until he sees their arm raise up, eagerly waving in scaramouche’s direction. a pit of dread settles in scaramouche’s stomach. of everyone in sneznhaya, you accompanied yourself with- ?

“HEY!” the person accompanying you yells, his russet-colored hair ruffling in the breeze. “SCARAMOUCHE!”

before scaramouche can turn the horse around and go resign to his fate of being stuck in your body in mondstadt in order to avoid interaction with him, the two of your horses approach scaramouche’s, coming to a halt a few feet in front of him.

scaramouche looks you, in his own body, up and down and lets out a noise of discontent as he hops off the horse and approaches you.

“you’re not wearing the hat,” scaramouche complains in an even voice, staring you down. much to his surprise, you stare right back at him, taking on the subtle challenge scaramouche has proposed to you through posture.

“i don’t desire to,” you respond, folding your arms. “if we’re going off appearances, you’re wearing that shirt backwards.”

scaramouche’s provoking staredown with you is disrupted as he glances downwards, off put by your statement.

“i don’t really care about correctly wearing the uniform of an establishment that is ultimately useless to the wellbeing of society,” scaramouche retorts.

“you’re literally a harbinger, don’t give me that sh-” you begin, but the third wheel of the conversation interrupts the two of you.

“what?” both you and scaramouche say in indignation towards the man who had the audacity to interrupt the two of you.

“jeez,” the man says, reaching up to scratch the back of his head. “that’s no way to thank me for helping you find him.”

“i literally told you i could find my own way back,” you say. “but fine, thank you, tartagle.”

the man, tartaglia, opens his mouth to correct you, but freezes upon hearing scaramouche laugh at your statement.

“you’re no longer needed, you can leave,” scaramouche states to childe, causing him to furrow his eyebrows in disbelief. tartaglia glances in your direction for assistance, but you silently shrug in response, gesturing with your head for him to leave as well.

as childe leaves, you turn your head back to scaramouche and smile. for once, scaramouche’s insistent anger is quelled, the roaring waters of the ocean within his heart settling into a calm stream. maybe, despite your overall uselessness to society, you wouldn’t be the worst soulmate ever. scaramouche tells himself, trying to ignore the increased pace of his heartbeat.

“ready to switch back?” you ask, moving closer to him, causing his gaze to flicker down to your lips. oh, right. scaramouche reminds himself. he parts his mouth to respond but, for once in his life, doesn’t know how to form the words. so, he closes his mouth, swallows down his anxiety, and nods before moving closer to you as well.

his hand bumps into yours as the two of you reach up to cup the other’s face as you lean into your first kiss. he barely has time to register the light giggle of amusement that escapes your lips as the two of your consciousnesses begin to return to their respective bodies upon your lips slotting against the other’s.

maybe, just maybe, you were made for me. scaramouche thinks.

once back in his body, he doesn’t dare utter his thoughts aloud. instead, he reserves that thought for when he gets down on one knee.

#genshin impact x reader #genshin impact headcanons #genshin impact scenarios #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche headcanons #scaramouche #scaramouche scenarios #*50 follower celebration #sorry if any poor soul had notifs on when i was trying to post this lmao i failed like 4 times #*scaramouche #*writing #*headcanons

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scribbling-stiks · 3 years

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Puppets - LI - Great Escape

By the next morning, Russia can actually feel with his right side. His left side still feels a little numb, but it was getting better. But for now, he decides that laying here with America tucked into his side was as good a place as any.

he slowly opens his eyes. The light in the room is blinding. He peaks around and sees a few states asleep around the room, and Dixie snoring away in one of the chairs.

The door begins to open, and Russia shuts his eye for a moment.

"Is anyone awake?" an unfamiliar voice asks.

Russia peeks and sees two people in nurses' outfits standing at the doorway.

"No. The heart monitors also say that our patients are too."

"Well, should we do it now?"

Russia tries to open his mouth, but his jaw is locked in place. He watches the two as they approach his bed and he begins to move his arm. It doesn't move much, but America begins to stir.

"Uh oh, one of them is waking up."

"Well, let's do this fast."

"But what if one of them shouts?"

"Oh please. The frozen one can barely move his fingers. And the other one just needs something a little extra to keep him under."

'Come on America. You need to wake up. Please!'

Russia begins shaking his hand as much as his wrist would allow. America groans. Russia sees them getting closer, syringes in hand.

"Should we take those states too?"

"The countries should be our first targets. We'll grab the other ones once we have the easier targets."

Russia's breathing speeds up and becomes shaking with fear. The nurses don't seem to notice. He lay helpless while these people were coming closer to do something he didn't want to know. His more thawed right side begins to shake with fear.

America begins to sit up.

"Russ, what's wrong?" he mutters.

'Look around! Please!'

America shifts.

"Who are you? What are you doing?" America asks the nurses, who were within arms reach.

The nurses visibly panic a little. Russia continues shaking.

'What are they going to do?'

America meets his eye. His face flashes with concern before he spins and gives the nurses a nasty glare.

"What. Are. You. Doing?"

"Following orders," one of the replies, grabbing America's arm.

"DIXIE! CANADA!" America shrieks.

Russia sees movement in his peripheral and he hears the door swing open with a 'bam'.

The nurse who grabbed America goes flying across the room, slamming into the wall. The syringe clatters to the ground. The other nurse panics and tries to inject Russia with something. America grabs it and tries to wrestle for the syringe.

Canada grabs the nurse's wrist from behind and yanks it away. The nurse begins thrashing and pulls away from Canada. The nurse manages to escape his grip but then shouts in pain before collapses.

"What did you do?" America asks.

Canada shrugs.

"I didn't do anything. Whatever was in that needle knocked them out," Canada says.

"DAD! Are you okay?!" Delaware shouts.

"Dad?" Connecticut asks, their hand running through their hair.

"Yeah. I'm fine. They weren't able to get me."

"I've got the other syringe," Dixie says from the corner of the room, holding a capped syringe gently between his fingers.

"I'm gonna give this to Georgia. Hopefully, she'll be able to figure out what it is," Dixie finishes.

"We need to get out of here," America says.

"America, there might be one problem," Delaware says, rubbing the back of his neck.

"What do you mean?"

"The Big House was ransacked a few days after we left. It looks like someone was looking for us."

"S***! F***!"

Russia's shivering finally calms. He uses the dexterity he has to rub small circles on America's hand.

America's head jerks up and their eyes meet.

"You're really waking up," America mutters, a grin on his face and tears in his eyes.

Russia tries to smile back, but his face is too stiff.

"We need to leave though. It's getting too dangerous to stay here," Canada says. America nods.

"How should we do it?"

"Immediately. I think we can move some people around in the cars to make it work," Dixie says.

"How are we gonna move Russia?" America asks.

Dixie shrugs.

"We will probably just have people pick him up. But we have to leave now before the nurses wake up."

"I'll tell the others," Delaware announces before leaving the room, his sibling on his tail.

Dixie scoops America up off the bed.

"We might be able to push out the gurney and then pull him into the backseat of one of the cars," Canada suggests.

"Okay, that sounds good," America says, removing his IVs.

"Should we keep Russia's IV?" Canada asks.

"Nah. He'll wake up soon. 'sides, don't wanna risk infection him getting an infection. You agree?" America says, directing his question to Russia.

Russia tries to nod, and the twitch of his head is enough of an affirmation for America.

"Okay," Canada says.

The door opens, and Virginia pokes her head in.

"We moved around the luggage. We'll have enough space for everyone if a few of us double buckle."

"Do what you have to. We need to move," Dixie says.

Canada steps out of Russia's view, and he hears the wheels under him click.

Dixie moves the nurse out of the way, and Canada and Dixie run out to the Parking lot.

It's a bumpy ride, but they make it to the cars.

"Y'all are going in with Kansas and Arizona," Dixie says, dumping America into one of the corner seats in the back row.

"TEX! Some help over here!" Canada calls.

And with that, Russia is lifted into the backseat and laid across it. Then several blankets are tossed on top of him and America. America pulls his head and shoulders into his lap. Russia feels a little embarrassed, but it's warm, so he doesn't try to push away.

Dixie turns to Texas.

"Tex, go grab New Mexico. You two will be in here with Finland. Philippines and Canada will take Alaska and Hawaii's places in 'Hawaii's' car. Louisiana is going with Georgia, someone is gonna have to double buckle. Massachusetts will come with me and Quebec has to move to Penn's car. Got it?"

Texas nods, and runs off, announcing the instructions to the others.

The seats in front of Russia are clicked back in place the doors shut.

"Where are we going?" Kansas asks.

"Just out of here. Follow New York, okay?"

Kansas nods.

The doors open again and Finland gets in.

Russia watches out the window as Texas and New Mexico run around, trying to organize everyone. After a few more moments of yelling and coordination attempts, the pair hop into the car.

"What's with the scrambling?" Finland asks.

"Well, there's a lot of us. And us states have a buddy system. Right now, Dixie is tryin' to make sure that all the buddy pairs get back together," Texas says.

"Buddy system?"

"It's so we can keep an eye on each other in case something happens. It's hard to notice if one person of 50 disappears, but it's very obvious if your buddy is missing," New Mexico explains.

"Smart. Is this a new system?" Finland asks America.

"No. It's been around for a while. They know their buddies. There just isn't a lot of wiggle room, you know? Lots of people, and not a lot of seats. So we have to be careful. Besides, I trust Dixie. I'm good at keeping tabs on everyone, but he's good at organizing them all," America replies, running his fingers through Russia's hair.

Finland hums and doesn't ask any more questions. Arizona puts the heat on full blast as soon as the car starts. The car lurches forward, and he feels Kansas speed off after New York.

Russia has many questions, but he figures they can wait for now. He's wrapped up in blankets and comfortable. New Mexico makes small talk with Finland and the two talk about the temperature differences between their lands.

"It gets really hot where I am," New Mexico says, a grin audible in her voice.

"My heat is worse!" Arizona interjects.

"Shut up Ari! At least I can still get snow!"

"I have times of the year when in the northern part, the sun doesn't rise," Finland comments.

Arizona gasps. "Just like Alaska!" she squeals in excitement.

Finland chuckles.

The sounds of the car and talking helps Russia's mind relax, and with America there, he feels himself begin to drift off.

The motion of the car helps too. He forgot how relaxing riding in a train or car could be. He fights sleep, forcing his eyes back open.

"It's getting really warm in here," Finland comments.

"Oh, sorry Ma'am," Texas says, "it's just most of us are more used to the warmer weather."

"'Sides, Russia probably needs the extra heat. But if it bothers you too much, we could change it," Kansas offers.

"No, it's alright for now," Finland says, "I'll be fine."

"Alright. Well, just let us know if you want us to change it, okay?" Arizona says.

More chatter continues, and the radio plays softly under the talking.

"Russ," America mutters, stroking his hair, "you can sleep. I can tell you're tired. Don't worry, we'll figure this out. And once you and I are all healed up, we'll stop those b****rds from hurting anyone else. I promise."

America's smile sends Russia swimming in his feelings of affection and, dare he say, love.

His mouth twitches into a small smile, the most expression he can manage with his stiff cheeks. America beams back in response. America kisses his hand and places it on Russia's forehead.

"I can't wait until you can talk again, I miss your voice," America whispers.

Russia drifts to sleep, his mind holding thoughts of hope and love.

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inorganicone2230 · 5 years

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Divine Intervention (Part 4) Yandere!Erasermic x Fem!Reader

Part 3 Part 5

Summary: Sometimes a little divine intervention is necessary to take back the ones we love… whether they want it or not.

Warnings: Suicide, kidnapping, forced relationship, emotional and mental manipulation, typical Yandere behavior, possible non-con in future chapters, see tags below for more

Side Note: Elements of non-con in this chapter!

Please Enjoy!

Soft.

That was the first word that came to mind as you wake up and your eyes tried to open. ‘Since when has my bed been this comfy?’

You never really had much trouble with waking up. The moment you would hear your alarm or phone go off you were bright eyed and out of bed in an instant. So the fact that you were having such a hard time jostling yourself from sleeps clutches was slightly alarming to you.

Your mind was groggy and you couldn't seem to come up with the strength to even lift your arms to rub the crust from your eyes. Your mouth also felt dry, like you had been sucking on cotton balls all night.

Wait…

Last night!

Instantly the cloud of sleepiness was gone and you shot up right. Those two weirdo lookalikes had kidnapped you! But wait… before you had passed out, they had changed. Changed to look more like their counterparts from the dreams. It certainly didn't take a genius to put two and two together to come to the realization that they were one and the same. The room you were in proved that much.

It was a room you knew all too well. From the bed the size of two kings covered in extravagant blankets and fluffy pillows, to the walls draped in lavish wall-scrolls and tapestries. The scenes depicted ranging from epic battles and iconic moments from mythology, to tranquil gardens, forests and lake sides. Even the size of the room itself, you could fit three of your apartments in here and still have room to move around.

It was the same room the two men shared in your dreams. Though, you were beginning to suspect that they were never really dreams to begin with. Not ones that your mind conjured up all on it's own at any rate.

Despite only being awake for a few moments, the knowledge of the situation you currently find yourself in was undeniably terrifying and you wished more than anything that you could write it off as just another dream. However, you weren't stupid OR gullible enough to actually let that thought progress further.

For starters, you were interacting with the environment. You could move your body and touch with freewill. You could look around as much as you wanted, or not at all if that's what you chose. All the other times you you were merely the dreams puppet, moved and positioned against your will. You weren't even allowed to blink or close your eyes, all you could do was stare blankly ahead at whatever was in front of you.

These changes alone were enough to assure you that this was real. Or something that felt substantially real at the very least.

You wanted to go back to sleep, to close your eyes and let this hell fade into the back of your mind. To cover your ears and pretend you were anywhere else.

But your looming fear was to great. The questions you had racing through your mind were to big to let you try and forget where you were. You needed to figure something, anything out about your situation.

You slowly began to crawl off the oversized bed. You needed to look around and get your bearings, who knew when those psychos would come back.

With your feet firmly planted on the floor you first took note of how you were dressed. You were no longer wearing the clothes you had last night, instead you wore a simple silk robe that just brushed the tops of your feet. Black with emerald green vines winding around it. You felt sick at the thought of one or even both of them taking off your clothes to put you in this thing! At least you could still feel your underwear. That was something…

To be honest, despite it being their bedroom, there wasn't much to see or find. Nothing that you saw as useful anyway. There weren't even any visible doors along the walls, not even a seam for a secret one as far as you could tell! And all the windows were too high up for you to reach, even if you stood on something.

You had seen it all before, but now you were getting to touch and look more closely. You saw the masterfully crafted low-sitting vanity table that -The Golden One- Hizashi usually did his hair in front of, brushes, ties, hair sticks and other little trinkets scattered about it's smooth polished surface. A large bathroom like area complete with a built in hot spring. And a few dressers and trunks, each filled to the brim with beautiful and intricate clothing that looked more like it belonged on the set of a period-piece style movie than in someone's personal wardrobe, there were even a few modern articles scattered about. It wasn't hard to figure out whose clothes were who's, though you were incredibly disturbed by the sheer amount of women's clothing and undergarments you found. You had a feeling you knew who they were meant for and that was something you just weren't ready to think about yet. There were other things to, like a writing desk and a small library in the back of the room, but nothing else really.

You took a seat back on the bed and began to think. Why were you here? What did they want from you? How could you get away? Were they going to hurt or kill you?

You highly doubted that they were going to do something as drastic as kill you! They did go through all the trouble of kidnapping you after all, they even went so far as to put you in sleeping clothes and even let you sleep in their bed! But even so, you were beginning to panic again. Whatever calm rationality had affected your thoughts upon first waking was dwindling down to nothing. Your knuckles were turning white with how hard you were gripping the sheets and breathing was becoming difficult. The only sound besides you labored breath was the rush of blood in your ears as your heart pounded louder and faster than ever before. That's probably why you almost missed it.

The sound of a sliding door.

Your eyes shot up from the floor to see them standing in a doorway that had not been there before. They were smiling at you as if nothing was wrong, as if they hadn't kidnapped you.

“How are you feeling Kitten?”

“Did you sleep well? We tried to make you as comfortable as possible.”

The sound of their voices made you feel like you had been doused in ice water. You shot up and ran to the other side of the bed, you knew it was a futile effort but you needed to put space between yourself and them.

They watched your actions and looked at each other, sighing in unison.

“I suppose we should have expected this kind of reaction.” Shouta said.

“You don't have to run away from us Sweetling. The last thing we would ever do is hurt you.” Hizashi tried to reassure you. “Why don't you come over here and we can talk, so we can explain what's going on.”

You snapped, “How about you tell me right now and then go fuck yourselves!” You knew you should probably stop while you were ahead, but you weren't done, not by a long-shot. “ I want to know what is going on?! Why am I here, who are you and why do you look like them?!”

“Your here because this is where you belong. It's where you have always belonged.” Shouta replied. He said it with such certainty, such conviction.

“What the fuck does that even mean?! I don't know you freaks!” You shouted in frustration.

Hizashi stepped forward and held out his hand to you, like he really expected you to take it. Yeah right, as if?!

He must have made the brilliant deduction and realized that you weren't going to accept his offer because after a few moments he dropped his hand into the long sleeves of his robe. He pulled out a small vial, it's contents shimmered a faint silver. “If you come over here and drink this, everything will make sense (Y/N), we promise. Just be a good girl and do this for us.”

Unbelievable. They were crazy, that's the only explanation there was. You told them so, “You must be crazy! Deranged! Absolutely certifiably fucking insane if you think that I would ever drink something that came from your hands!” You were beyond being civil by this point, you were livid and coupled with your mounting fear, the words just wouldn't stop. “I would rather slit my own god damn throat and choke on the blood then do anything for you two!”

You saw them stiffen, their eyes widening with some emotion you couldn't quite decipher. Fear? Shock? Anger? It could have been any one of them… or all of them. All you knew was that the second the words left your mouth, that it was the wrong thing to say.

Faster than you could even comprehend what was going on, they were on you. How had they moved so quickly?

You had a sense of déjà vu as you backed up, right into a wall. The two of them crowded you, glaring down at you as Shouta took your chin firmly between his fingers, squeezing so hard you thought it might bruise. It made you feel like a deer caught in the headlights.

“You will never say something like that in front of us ever again! If you do, I promise you will not like the outcome. Do I make myself clear?”

All your bravado from a few moments ago was gone, replaced by crippling fear with how close they were.

Shouta however, was not satisfied with your lack of response and gripped your chin with more force, his eyes flashing a menacing shade of red. “Answer me! Do. I. Make. Myself. Clear.”

Self preservation was a powerful motivator, it was probably the only thing that made you able to speak at all. “Yes! I understand!” You scrunched your eyes closed and cowered further into the wall.

His eyes softened and his hold on your face relaxed with your submission as he held your cheek in the palm of his hand, stroking his thumb back and forth across the smooth skin. “I am so very sorry for frightening you Kitten, but you have to understand how hurtful it is for you to say such things to us. The very idea of you being hurt, even at your own hand is not something we even want to think about again.”

‘Again?’ What was that supposed to mean?

Hizashi picked up right where Shouta left off and spoke next, “Just drink your medicine, everything will make sense once you do.”

You shake your head, eyes still unable to meet theirs willingly. “I-I can't! I-I don't want to! Please just take me home! I don't want to be here…” Tears brought on by both fear and frustration slide down your cheeks.

“We're sorry Sweetling.” You highly doubted that. “But we can't do that. This is your home now, and it will be forever. It would be in your best interest to get used to it.” Hizashi said matter of factually.

You felt numbed by his words. Logically you knew you had no chance of getting away on your own, they obviously weren't human, and that knowledge alone was enough to send your mind reeling. A small part of your brain was telling you to give in and just do as they say, that it would be easier than trying to fight a losing battle.

But you just couldn't bring yourself to do it… the unknown was just too scary.

“I figured this was how it was going to play out. She always has been a stubborn one.” You heard Shouta admit. “Do you want to do it this time Zashi?”

“Stop talking like you know me!”

Your outburst went ignored.

“Of course! It's not as if I have to hold back this time after all.” He shot you a filthy grin that made your skin crawl.

You tensed up, you had a feeling you knew what they were talking about and you clamped your mouth shut tight just in time to feel Shouta grab you by the arm and yank you closer to him. Your back was pressed against the firm lines and ridges of his well defined chest and abs and he used only one arm to keep both of yours pinned to your sides in some twisted version of a backwards hug. You still couldn't believe how flipping strong they were! You wanted so badly to scream at them to stop but you knew you had to keep your mouth shut.

“Can you give me a hand here Shou?” The blond asked before uncorking the little bottle and pouring the liquid into his mouth.

You felt him nod from behind you and suddenly felt his other hand come up and cover your face. More specifically, your nose! He was trying to force you to open your mouth by cutting off your only other source of oxygen! You began to thrash and jerk around, kicking out your legs in an effort to knock him off balance. To bad for you he was like a fucking statue, the only sound he even made was a deep groan when your backside rubbed up against a certain area on his body.

But with no oxygen to sustain you, your movements quickly ceased. You felt lightheaded and against your wishes, your body finally took that involuntary breath it was so desperately craving.

Large hands took hold of your face and a warm mouth latched onto your own at the same time you felt Shouta’s free hand move up to your forehead and pull your head back, keeping you locked firmly in place.

You would have tried screaming, but Hizashi’s kiss was forcing the contents of the vile down your throat and you really didn't feel like choking. He moaned into the kiss and slide his tongue against your own. You had the fleeting thought that you should bite down like you did before but it was like they could read your mind, because Shouta’s breath was suddenly ghosting across your ear, “If you try to pull that same little stunt you did last time, you're going to regret it… Now, just be a good girl and enjoy it with us.” He whispered hotly and took your earlobe between his teeth to give a slight nip. The action sent an unwelcome heat curling in your core and you felt ashamed when it made your panties dampen with desire.

You knew he meant what he said and so you stayed perfectly still while they continued this assault on you. Hizashi continued to kiss you, and you felt drops of the liquid slide down your chin and neck. His hands having moved from your face to your waist, pulling you towards him and grinding his hardening cock against you. Shouta meanwhile was doing much the same, holding you in place and rolling your ass slowly across his bulge while his mouth worked on leaving all sorts of marks on either side of your neck.

You did your best to tune it out, to pretend that you were anywhere else but in this situation. But trying to do that was proving to be a challenge as unwanted arousal and something else were burning inside you. You suspected it had to do with what you drank, the effects reminding you of sleeping pills. You felt lethargic, your body was heavy and you knew if you were to lie down and close your eyes that you would have no problem falling asleep if you wanted to. Unlike the stuff they forced you to drink last time though, this one didn't make you feel like you were going to pass out.

Eventually Hizashi pulled away from your lips, leaving you gasping for breath. He smiled down at you with a dopey grin on his face, “You did so well Sweetling! We just need you to give it another moment to kick in.” He praised you, like a parent congratulating their child on getting a good grade.

“Don’t worry Kitten, you'll understand everything in just a few moments.” Shouta continued, nuzzling his nose into your neck and taking a deep inhale. “Fuck,” he groaned, “I had almost forgotten how utterly fantastic she smells Zashi.”

Hizashi gave the other man a filthy smile before locking eyes with you, “She tastes fucking good too. I can't wait to bury my tongue between her legs and get a real taste. It's been far too long.”

You were still trapped between them and unable to move much, but that didn't stop you from trying, or voicing your displeasure. “Get the hell off of me! Stop touching me already and start explaining what is going on!” More useless struggles. “Why do you two keep talking like you kn-”

All movements and protests from you came to a crashing halt.

“Looks like it's started.” You heard one of them whisper. You didn't know which one though.

You were being bombarded by images, images that you had never seen before, but you somehow knew every detail about them as soon as they flashed before your eyes. You saw a little girl who you knew as yourself, dressed in clothes worn by people thousands of years ago and playing with other children by a pond, spending time with your mother in her garden, helping your father gather firewood for the coming winter. These and so many more filled your mind to the point of bursting, an entire lifetime’s worth heaped upon you in a matter of seconds until finally, only a few remained…

-Bending down to pick up the weak little Cardinal with the broken wing, cradling it ever so gently in your hands as you rushed home to tend to it.

-The weeks spent patiently caring for it until it could at last fly again.

-Meeting the birds owners a few days later, two handsome men, one light, the other dark. They came to express their gratitude for the kindness you showed their little pet, telling you that they lived in the area and had heard from the villagers in the market that a girl fitting your description had been carrying for it. You would come to regret not questioning their words further.

-Becoming friends with them over the course of the next few months. You simply assumed they were lonely living in the mountains by themselves and you enjoyed the company as well, you never felt the need to give it much more thought.

-That fateful night they came to the home you lived in by yourself. To tell you who they really were, The Gods of Life and Death. They proved it when one killed a hare without touching it and the other brought it back with a touch of his glowing hand.

-You were shocked of course! But you asked them why they were telling you this all of a sudden. Their answer left you speechless.

-They said that they loved you. That your kindness concerning the Cardinal had endeared you to them as well as the months leading up to this night. They said they had come to get you, to take you back home with them.

-You refused. Bowed and told them that while you were honored by their opinion of you, you had friends and your parents here. A life that you loved and didn't want to leave.

-They did not seem to take your rejection to badly. They appeared saddened, but otherwise seemed to respect your decision, even offering to make you some tea before you went back to bed, with the assurance that you wouldn’t lose their friendship as a result. You happily accepted. That was a mistake...

-They did something to the tea, waiting until you had gone back to bed before stealing you away. The drug making you fall into a deep undisturbed sleep, only to awaken later on in an unfamiliar place. They told you that you were just confused and that you would come to love them in time, that they would show how much they loved you. Your pleas and wishes to be let go fell on deaf ears.

-The time with them in that beautiful prison was a nightmare. Day after day, night after night. Being forced to spend all your time with them no matter how loudly you screamed to be let go. Being forced to share their bed with them as they used your body, all while they called it making love. The pleasure they forced upon you did not make it bearable and pleading and begging did not dissuade them.

And finally…

-Reaching your breaking point. They were so convinced of your feelings for them, that you truly loved them and simply did not know how to express it. They were so wrapped up in this fantasy that they never even considered thinking you would try to hurt yourself.

-You used one of the hair ornaments they had gifted you with to slit both your wrists and even stab yourself in the heart for good measure. It stung, but the pain was worth it. You laid back and waited. In that time you had a few more thoughts pass through your mind but in just a few moments everything was black. Nothing.

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You came to, blinking in astonishment, and still trapped between them.

“W-What was…”

“Do you finally remembered (Y/N)? Do you understand now why we've done this? Do you understand just how much we love you? That we will never let you go? Never!” Hizashi whispered across your lips, pulling you even deeper into his suffocating embrace.

“It was so very selfish to do that to us darling.” This time it was Shouta. “Do you have any idea what the last five thousand years have been like for us? We have had to live without you all this time and it was nearly unbearable.” His grip on you was bruising.

You were still in too much shock to really pay attention to what they were saying. You remembered everything! It didn't matter that these memories might have been fake, they felt real, and that was all that counted. Because deep down in your soul, some part of yourself that you couldn't lie to, told you that they had been very real.

And this knowledge gave way to fear. You now knew exactly what they were capable of doing to you, what they were willing to do to find you and keep you. Panic set it. “How?!” You gasped, “How did this happen?! Killing myself was supposed to free me from you two, so how am I still here?!”

They must have decided that it was safe to let you go because all at once they released you, stepping away to simply watch what you would do next.

“We don't know why your soul did not fade. We have a few theories but nothing concrete.” Shouta started, “Shortly after we found your body, we realized your soul was still here and we rushed to rectify your mistake. We set your soul down the path of reincarnation, we spent all this time doing everything in our power to make sure you would come back to us someday, and here you are at last. Our sweet darling girl is home for good.” You could hear the sickening love in his voice as your head shot up to glare at them.

“Not for long! I got away from you two maniacs once, I can do it again!” You declared. Where there's a will there's a way.

They both looked at you, then each other, then back to you before Hizashi let out a deep mocking chuckle. “That won't ever happen Sweetling. We have taken measures to see to it that that will never happen. Measures we did not take before because we were foolish enough not to consider every possibility.”

You felt a cold dread wash over you at his words, “What k-kind of measures?”

“Just simple things really, like making sure your never left alone. From now on, one or both of us will be with you at all times. It will be a very long time before we give you any kind of privacy again. But the biggest one is the contents of the medicine we gave you.” His voice was filled with such joy at the mere thought of it.

“Wait… wasn't that... just to make me remember? To restore my memories?” You were definitely losing it now and for every step back you took, they took two to follow you, until the back of your knees hit the bed and you fell. You scrambled to roll over and crawl away from them but it was to late, they were already sitting on either side of you. Picking you up with ease, Shouta settled you into his lap while the blonde moved to be closer to the two of you. Neither seemed to mind how hard you were struggling, they just continued on with their explanation.

“Yes, and no.” Was their answer. “You see, we added a little something special to the mixture that wasn't part of the original recipe.”

“Special?” You had the feeling you were about to regret asking that.

“Our blood.”

“W-What?!” You locked eyes with The God of Life and tasted bile on your tongue when you saw no sign of deceit on his smug face.

Shouta took over the talking again, calmly and rationally explaining what that meant. “We mixed some of our blood into it. You simply being here in the Heavens is enough to keep you young and immortal, that part is easy. But after your little -shall we say- transgression, we had to consider other things as well.” He paused to make sure you were paying attention and continued, “My blood for instance, should you ever manage to get yourself hurt that badly again, will make sure that your soul is sent directly to me. It will keep your body on the very cusp of life until your wounds have healed and I can reattach your soul back to it. Nothing short of me ripping your soul to shreds can ever kill you now.”

“And as for my blood,” Hizashi took you from Shouta as easily as if you were a rag-doll, setting you down in his lap this time. “it will heal you. No matter how severe the wound is, my blood coursing through you will make sure that you always heal and never scar.” He wrapped his arms around you and rocked you back and forth. “And as a nice little side effect, if you ever manage to get lost our blood will act like a beacon for us, we will always be able to find you now!”

“Not that you have to worry about any of this, they are just precautions after all. Nothing can or will ever harm you again. Not even yourself.

This wasn't happening! This couldn't be happening! You wracked your brain, trying to think of some way to get out of this, but every idea that came to mind was shot down. Every plan you could think of was foiled by these “precautions” they spoke of. And even if you could think of one that would allow you to avoid every one of them, how were you supposed to execute it if they planned on being with you every second of every day? You couldn't, you realized. You were probably stuck here indefinitely for the time being… for now anyway. The very concept had knots forming in your stomach.

All of this did leave you with one burning question in your mind though. One that you had been wanting an answer to for years.

“The dream’s?” You whispered quietly.

“Hmm? What was that?”

You clenched you fists. “The dreams. Why make me have those dreams?”

“Oh, those?” Hizashi replied. You hated how damn proud of themselves they sounded. “We wanted you to get accustomed to us and the palace again. We thought it might help make the transition a little easier if you already knew your way around.”

It was a simple explanation, one that brought you no satisfaction of any kind. But then again, you doubted that any answer they gave would have made you feel anything other than bitter.

You felt dead inside, numb and lifeless. How could things have gone so downhill?! Just yesterday you were a normal adult, working a normal job, living in a normal city in a normal apartment, spending time with your normal friends. Now you didn't know what you were or what you were doing. All you knew was that you wanted to be anywhere else but here.

The two deities fawning over you did not seem to notice or care about your lack of response to anything they said or did. They were too caught up in their reunion with you. To ecstatic over their plans success.

“You'll see,” one of them said, “things will be better this time. We will make you so happy the thought of leaving us will never cross your mind ever again.”

So, the next chapter will pick up right where this one left off, no time skip or anything. It was just getting kind of bogged down with too much exposition so I decided to split it in half. lol

As always, thank you again to @jadepillar18 for the inspiration on this story and I hope you all enjoy this chapter!

#yandere!erasermic #yandere!erasermic x reader #yandere!aizawa #yandere!hizashi #yandere!aizawa x reader #yandere!hizashi x reader #fem!reader #reader insert #aizawa x hizashi #yandere bnha #bnha #gods au #kidnapping #stalking #forced consumption of foreign substance #elements of non-con #typical yandere behavior

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amateurscribes · 5 years

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I’m trying to get a feel for a possible T&B!RvB AU fic, and while I’m unsure if I’ll add this part in the story itself, I had fun writing it and thought I’d share! It’s under the cute in case anyone want’s to read it, uwu:

Locus was looking for a very specific apartment when he walked by an unusually long blank space, making note of how the numbers from the apartment behind him and ahead of him went from twenty to twenty-two.

The missing apartment puzzles him for a minute, and he tries to not stand idle for too long in the hallway, worried that someone would recognize him down the hall or from the security cameras.

But then he sees it- a small glimmer on the blank wall. A small glimpse of a door, the golden twenty-one popping out before being hidden again.

Approaching the wall, he places his hand on where the door should be. All at once the illusion collapses, revealing the door in full, the hallway back to normal.

Reaching for the doorknob, he expects to hear the click of a locked door. If the hero Phantasmagoria was paranoid enough to place an illusion over his apartment door, then surely he'd also lock his doors- perhaps even chain lock it.

But there was no click, and the door opened easily enough, unlocked and perhaps had it not been for the illusion, the apartment would have been robbed a long time ago.

Stepping in, turning around to close the door, making sure to lock it this time, he wasn't prepared to see what he saw when he turned around.

Somehow, the apartment had been transformed into some sort of an island and had he not known better he would have thought that he'd stepped through a portal to someplace else.

But Locus was smarter than that, and he knew that the hero he was attempting to recruit for help had the ability to create illusions, although there were no records of them being as powerful as the one he was in right now.

Said hero, Locus noted, was collapsed against an invisible object, hidden away for the sake of the illusion, giving him the impression that he was just simply floating the upper half of his body.

Surrounding him were imposing figures- the other heroes on his team he quickly noted. Their faces were shadowed, but their recognizable suits told all, along with the hissing voices that whispered to the downed hero.

Selfish. Useless. Repressed. Fat. Unreliable. Villain, they venomously said.

Phantasmagoria didn't react to any of the insults, but his lips moved as if he was trying to get a word in edgewise.

The most notable thing was how his eyes glowed a sickly blue, sweat trickling down his brow as his power worked against him, the normally comforting glow that appeared when one used their powers wavered dangerously.

From what Locus had been able to gather after he had escaped from the prison hospital, Phantasmagoria had quit the Reds and Blues of his own free will.

Now he wasn't so sure if that information was entirely correct.

His presence hasn't been noticed so far, so lost in his own illusions was the hero.

Clearing his throat, Locus warily watches as the shadows immediately quieted their berating in order to go stock still and turn their heads slowly towards him, eyes glowing a menacing white.

The hero slowly lifted his head off of the table, squinting his eyes as if he couldn't recognize the person in front of him before a wide smile grew on his face.

Out of all the reactions he was expecting to get, that was not one of them.

"Locus!" Phantasmagoria sounds excited. "I- what are you doing here? Did you bring the others with you?"

"Others?" Locus questions, glancing at the still shadows.

"Yes!" Phantasmagoria nods his head vigorously, and the shadows follow the movement. Pushing himself up and off of the invisible table, the shadows pantomime the movement, despite standing already. "The others- the guys! The Reds and Blues! Did you bring them with you? I need to tell them something, something important!"

Despite realizing that he was in the company of others, the hero has still yet to turn off his powers, eyes still a roaring blue, looking more and more feverish by the second.

"No, I did not," Locus reveals.

A hurt expression appears on the hero's face, and the illusion covering the apartment wavers for a second, turning dark before returning back to its peaceful state.

"But do you know where they are," Phantasmagoria asks, desperation clear in his eyes. "I need to tell them I'm sorry! For quitting the league!"

"Why would you apologize for that," he keeps the information that the Reds and Blues were currently being hunted down by a justice-obsessed villain who wanted the whole of Blood Gulch to be razed to the ground.

Something else more sinister was going on, given the state of the retired hero.

"Because- because I was a bad hero," he gestures wildly with his hand, the shadows once again mimicking him. "I shouldn't have quit like that, I have an obligation to keep the peace. I know my powers get out of hand, but I'm learning to control it!"

"You've always had a firm grasp over your illusions," Locus steps closer into the apartment.

"W-what are you talking about," more sweat drips down his forehead, and a sudden breeze washes through the apartment, an impressive illusion for how it replicates the sensations of there being actual wind. "I quit because I can't turn off my powers, but that's not a good reason to quit at all. I need to apologize to them- to all of them!"

Ah, so there it is. An explanation for the excessive and unceasing illusions.

He thought he couldn't turn them off.

Ridiculous given that Locus knows from experience how the man had a unique but thought out way of using his illusions to his advantage. And he was certainly able to turn off his powers whenever he desired.

It was just as Locus thought.

There was a memory tampering NEXT within the folds of FreelancerTV.

"How long has it been since you quit," Locus asks.

"I- I don't," Phantasmagoria looks around, and focuses his attention on one of the apartment walls. Soon enough the illusion fades away in one spot to reveal a digital calendar, before returning back in full again. "It's been a few weeks, I think. I don't know."

That action itself showed the control that the hero had over his power.

"Phantasmagoria," Locus says, approaching the hero. "I need you to listen to me."

Now that he was closer to the hero, he could see the sickly appearance of the man. The tacky jumpsuit his sponsor AGLoA required the hero to wear was all rumpled, the blues, reds, whites, and oranges appearing much duller than they did in the hero's normal interviews. His hair was greasy as if he hasn't washed it in quite some time, and considering the distorted state of the apartment, it could very well be possible that the illusions had made it harder for him to do so. Sweat continued to dribble down his face, and Locus was sure that if he had put his hand against the hero's forehead he would have to remove it from the sheer heat it would be radiating.

It wasn't healthy to keep your powers active for long periods of time, especially so if they were the type to not turn off on their own.

And it looks as if Phantasmagoria has kept them active for weeks on end.

"I want you to think back into your memories, and remember how you've mastered control over your powers, even better I want you to recall how you just punctured a hole to see a calendar," Locus watched as the hero's face scrunched together in thought. "That action does not speak of a man who does not have the ability to control his powers."

"I- you're right," the hero admits, and with a gasp, his eyes fly open, the blue dissipating and revealing warm amber eyes. The blue glue surrounding the hero faded away as well, and the apartment returned to normal, the shadows crumpling now that the hero was no longer subconsciously keeping them alive.

Like a puppet whose strings had been cut, Phantasmagoria dropped down against the table that was now visible.

Having his powers on constantly must have exhausted him.

Kneeling down next to the crumpled hero, Locus placed his hand against his shoulder.

"Phantasmagoria, there is much to discuss, I have need of your help," he explains.

"Grif," the hero muttered.

"Pardon," Locus asked, unsure if he had somehow misunderstood something.

"Stop calling me Phantasmagoria, my name's Grif," the hero said. "My head's killing me right now, why was I...?"

"I'm not sure," Locus admits. "But I am to find out."

Nodding, the hero- Grif, Locus corrects in his head- sighs and props his elbows on the table.

Taking note of the otherwise abysmal apartment, Locus allows Grif a moment to collect his thoughts.

"I can't remember their names," Grif declares out of nowhere. "Their real names. I can tell you what they look like, sure thing and anyone can say what their superhero names are. But I can't remember what their real names are."

"I see," he filed away the information.

So it seems as if the NEXT hadn't just stopped at taking away his ability to control his own power. No, they seemed to have also altered personal memories too.

What this could all mean, he has no idea.

But he aims to find out.

"I need a drink," Grif declares. "One that will knock me out for a few days at most. I have no idea how I've managed to stay awake for so long."

Locus would have to agree.

Escaping from prison hadn't left him much time for rest.

But there was still much work to be done.

#My writing #My fic #Scribes WIP #I think it'd be fun to share scrapped stuff more often or at least use this account more #AGLoA stands for American Grifball League of America of course #because if sponsors are gonna be a thing in this fic you know I'mma use that one for Grif

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killingstalkingbigbang · 6 years

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Shipwrecked! AU

Artist: @ignorrr-me

Writer: @killingstalkingxoxo

Synopsis:Bum and Sangwoo find themselves stranded on the shores of a deserted island, both men must now struggle to survive,,,

Content Warning: NSFW

Bum’s eyes fluttered open, awaking to the uncomfortable feeling of the hot sun beating down against his body. He could already feel the painful blisters forming on his skin from the scorching heat. As he sat up, he whimpered softly, his head spinning from the sudden movement. To his annoyance, his head ached, his throat was beyond dry and his lips were blistered.

When he finally opened his eyes all he could see was white sand and furious waves crashing and rolling along the shore.

“Where am I?” He said with a cracking voice.

“A-and where is Sangwoo.”He tried to recall what happened, but the memories only came back in pieces. He remembered being on a ship with Sangwoo and now he was here, alone on the beach with not a single soul in sight. He stood up as fast as his aching head and body would allow and then looked around trying to get a better understanding of where he was. He let out a soft gasp when he noticed foot prints in the sand.

They couldn’t be his, they were much larger in comparison to his own. The prints looked as if they came from the ocean up to where he was and then went off into the distance. Had he been carried from the sea? He began to follow them, surely they would lead him to someone. Hopefully Sangwoo. A smile made its way to his lips at the thought of seeing Sangwoo. His handsome Oh Sangwoo. If there was anyone in the world he’d want to be on this island with, it definitely would be him. His pace quickened when he could finally see someone nearby.

“Sangwoo!!” He tried calling out to the figure but his voice was too dry to be audible.When he finally got close enough to the person, indeed it was Sangwoo. He looked as beautiful and statuesque as ever. He was dressed in only a pair of black shorts, exposing his perfect physique.

His muscular form glistened and shined with sweat, making each muscle look that much more pronounced and appealing. Bum found himself burning up even more… But not from the heat.

“So you woke up.” Said the familiar voice.

“S-Sangwoo, where are we?” Bum croaked.

“God, you sound fucking awful.” He handed Bum a large brown bottle filled with fresh water.So kind~ Bum thought to himself fondly as he drank a generous amount of the fluid. The water felt so good down his throat, instantly curing the uncomfortable dryness. He kept drinking and drinking until he suddenly felt a sharp sting on his cheek. Sangwoo had slapped him so hard he was sent reeling to the ground.

“WHAT THE FUCK?!” Sangwoo shrieked.

“What are you?! Some greedy pig?! That water has to last!!” He quickly snatched it away from Bum and held it protectively like it was his child.

“No more fucking water for you.” He chided.

“Greedy little bastard…”

“I-I’m sorry! I was thirsty.”

“You’ll be even more sorry when we die out here of thirst…”

“Sangwoo… How did we get here? I remember we were on a ship”With a snort and disbelieving smile Sangwoo said,

“Look around you idiot.”Bum shifted his gaze to his surroundings. He was surprised to find that there was rubble and ship parts all along the sand.

“Is that our–-”

“Yes.” Sangwoo replied simply.

“I guess you must’ve hit your head really hard if you don’t remember the storm that landed us here. I tried to save what I could, but there’s not much left of our ship.” Sangwoo had managed to acquire some food and supplies from the wreckage and had already started a fire with whatever he could find around the island.

“Wha?” Bum said with dumb shock. He turned his head back to Sangwoo and let out a nervous laugh.

“Y-you’re j-joking right?” Then his eyes darted back to the shore and to the unmistakably real debris and ship parts.

“That can’t be our ship."He laughed incredulously again."If that’s our ship then we’re–-”

“Fucked?” Sangwoo interrupted.

“Yes, we’re fucking fucked. We only have enough food to last us a week… If that…”

“Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God!” Bum chanted like a mantra.

“We’re going to die!”

“Stop being so morbid.” Sangwoo chided.

“Like I said, we have a week to figure this out. If we’re lucky, we’re not the only ones on this island.”It was almost night now and the boys spent the entire day searching the island for any sign of life with no luck. All they had found was a huge mountainous jungle that was thick with a variety of plants, trees and exotic flowers.

“Sangwoo… I-I hate jungles!” Bum squeaked, cowering in fear at the ominous looking entrance to the jungle. Sangwoo rolled his eyes, trying hard to fight the urge to slap Bum across the head.

“We’re not going in there you moron. We’d definitely get lost. Let’s head back to our campsite. I’m starving.”When they returned to their camp Sangwoo started another fire. His time in the military was definitely paying off now.

“Bum I’m gonna go grab our food. Make sure the fire doesn’t go out.” Sangwoo walked over to where he’d placed their food and immediately noticed that something wasn’t right. Their food was gone!

“What the hell… What the hell?!” Sangwoo’s eyes darted around the area, making sure they weren’t deceiving him.

“Shit!!” He ran back to Bum and searched all of their things. That’s when he noticed their water was gone too. With a loud thud, he collapsed on his knees and started pounding his fist into the sand.

“What’s wrong Sangwoo?” Bum asked, confused by the sudden outburst.

“ALL OF OUR SHIT IS GONE!!”Bum gasped.

“Wh-what are we going to do?!”Sangwoo stopped his fist midair, staring blankly into the sand in thought. His eyes widened and a smile suddenly played on his lips.

“We’re dead.” He finally said.

“We-we’re not! We can find the person and get our food back!”Sangwoo burst out laughing.

“You really think we’ll be able to find them now? Forget it. We’re screwed.” He got up and walked over to where Bum was seated, then with a dejected sigh he sat down and wrapped an arm around the smaller male’s shoulder.

“Bum… Let’s go swim in the ocean.”A stupid sounding

“Huuuuh?” was all Bum could utter at the sudden suggestion.

“If I’m gonna die out here, I want to have some fun before I go.”Before Bum could say another word, Sangwoo was already grabbing him roughly and peeling off his clothing.

“B-but S-Sangwoo! Bum whined as Sangwoo stripped him naked.

"I hate the ocean!”

“Wow your dick is so small. Could you even fuck someone with this?”Bringing his hand down to cover up his nudity, Bum whined in protest.

“I-I Don’t know how to swim! What if a shark eats us!” Although from where he was sitting the ocean looked beautiful, he had absolutely zero desire to go in there. He complained like a toddler while Sangwoo leered at him in disgust.

“Fine, i’ll go in by myself.” Sangwoo announced. He stood up and brought his hands to the hem of his shorts slowly pulling them down and revealing his package. Bum Froze mid complaint, his eyes bulging out and his mouth gaping open at the sight of Sangwoo’s junior.

“Look at you. Staring like a bitch in heat.” Sangwoo smirked and slowly walked backwards out towards the sea. Without another sound or complaint, Bum found himself following Sangwoo like a puppet on a string. Mesmerized by Sangwoo’s apparently magical cock.When Bum finally came to his senses he was standing at the edge of where sand met the sea, the waves gently creeping over his toes. He was surprised to find that the water wasn’t as bad as he was expecting. It was still warm and the wet sand kind of felt nice under his feet.

“What are you waiting for?” Sangwoo asked, beckoning Bum to come deeper into the water.

“Hurry up!”

“N-no! I’m too scared!”Sangwoo walked back up to where Bum was. With a sigh he extended a hand and asked,

“Do you love me?”Bum didn’t even have to think.

“O-of course I-”

“You trust me then right?”Bum nodded

.“Take my hand.”With a bit of apprehension, Bum reached out and took Sangwoo’s hand. Then like a gentleman Sangwoo guided him into the water until it reached his chest.

“See? There’s nothing to be such a baby about.”The water looked so pretty under the illumination of the moonlight. It shimmered brightly as if there were shattered glass all along the surface.

“Kind of romantic isn’t it?” Sangwoo commented, quirking his brow and running a hand gently through Bum’s hair.

“It’s like we’re a real couple or something.” With a quick jerk of his hand, Sangwoo pulled Bum into his chest.

“Sangwoo, what are y–-”

“Stop talking.” Sangwoo’s eyes fell to Bum’s lips and without hesitating another second, their lips were pressed together. Bum inched closer to Sangwoo, wrapping his arms around the larger man’s shoulders the way he’d always daydreamed about. Bum inhaled sharply when he felt a hand palming at his nipple, the feeling increasingly making him become more and more aroused. Sangwoo suddenly pulled back.

“You’re hard.” He commented with a grin that would make even Satan himself blush. Bum’s face burned with embarrassment.

“I’m s-sorry.” He uttered.

“Quit apologizing.” Sangwoo said with an amused smile. He dove into the water, pulling Bum down with him. Naturally Bum panicked, ungracefully flailing around like crazy. He resurfaced from the water coughing and wheezing for air like some sort of dying animal. Moments later Sangwoo came back up laughing at the sight of Bum’s pathetic coughing fit.

“Ack!!”

“You should see your face right now!” Sangwoo was hysterical, and although it was at the expense of Bum’s discomfort, Bum was happy to see him like that. Smiling, laughing and having a good time.

“Sangwoo… I love your smile.” Bum whispered bashfully, hiding his blush by covering his face with his hands. Warm hands pulled Bum’s away from his face and he looked up to meet Sangwoo’s gaze. They kissed again. This time the kiss was deep and messy. Full of lust just like how they both liked it. Sangwoo kept is eyes opened as they kissed. He loved seeing Bum like this, his soft features even more attractive with blush dusted over them. He loved the way Bum’s eyes fluttered shut and he adored the soft moans that escaped his lips. Of course he’d never admit it out loud though. He hauled Bum into his arms, Bum’s legs wrapping around his waist instinctively. With his strong arms Sangwoo carried his lover back onto the beach, his feet leaving wet footprints in the sand as he walked up to their campsite.After setting Bum down next to the campfire, Sangwoo brought his lips down the smaller male’s neck and collar bone, his tongue gently flicking against Bum’s wet skin. Then he kissed his way back up to his lips where he stayed for a while. Bum pulled away for a moment and the two men rested their foreheads together, their hot breath mixing together.

“Sang-Sangwoo.” Bum gasped.

“C-Can you touch me… Um, down there.”Sangwoo smiled in return.

“You know I don’t like people telling me what to do… But I’ll make an exception for you Bumi.” Bum’s hips arched upwards when Sangwoo reached in between his thighs and grasped his cock. He let out a blissed out groan as Sangwoo tenderly thumbed over his slit then slowly pumped his shaft.

“Sangwoo~” Bum breathed out.

“I want… You in me…”

“You’re full of requests today aren’t you…” Sangwoo commented as he stroked Bum harder. Bum keened under Sangwoo’s skillful touch, his little pink cock so wet with precum leaking all over Sangwoo’s hand

.“Ahn! Sangwoo p-please.” He whined, rocking his hips against Sangwoo. Aching and begging for him to be inside.Sangwoo was ready to oblige. Bum’s wanton moans had him so dizzy with arousal all he could think about was fucking him until he really couldn’t walk anymore. He quickly slicked his dick up with spit and lined himself up with Bum’s pretty pink asshole.

“You want this?” He asked in a sexy velvety tone that was nearly Bum’s undoing.

“Ye-yes Sangwoo!”Bum cried out when his lover finally thrust forward, pumping in and out ever so slowly at first just to savor the feeling of Bum around his cock. He picked up his pace and there was no longer anything slow or gentle about it. Sangwoo drove into Bum with the intensity of a wild animal and Bum loved every second of it. Groaning in pleasure every time Sangwoo hit his prostate viciously.Bum wrapped his legs around Sangwoo and rolled them over, groaning in ecstasy at the new position.

“I wanna … Ride you.” He breathed out. Sangwoo smirked at Bum’s unexpected confidence, letting his head fall back and his eyes shut. Bum pressed his hands against Sangwoo’s chest, staring at his muscular body as he rode his perfectly thick cock.As he bounced his ass up and down he could feel his impending orgasm coming.

“Ahh! Sangwoo.” He cried and his eyes fluttered shut as he rocked down against him faster.He came hard all over Sangwoo’s chest, sending Sangwoo over with him. Sangwoo grabbed Bum’s ass as he rode out his own orgasm, leaving red marks on Bum’s bare porcelain skin.

“So… Good~” Bum panted as he was winding down from the high.Sangwoo smirked and leaned forward to give Bum a kiss on the forhead.

“Get some rest.” Sometime in the middle of the night the two were stirred awake by a strange sound around their camp.Sangwoo shot up first, immediately spotting someone rummaging through their things again.

“What the fuck!! He roared, launching forward and tackling the unknown man. "Where’s all of our shit you fucking thief!

”“P-please don’t hurt me!” The thief cried out.

“I’ll give you back all of your things!!” Bum and Sangwoo sized up the man. He wasn’t even a man, it was a teen. A teen who unlike Sangwoo and Bum was dressed stylishly in street clothing with a black choker that adorned his neck.

“Wait.” Bum started, scratching his head in confusion.

“Who are you and why are you on this deserted island.”“What do you mean deserted island?” The boy laughed and Sangwoo nearly lost it.

“You think this is funny you fucking punk. I’ll fucking castrate you, little bitch.”

“I’ll tell you a secret.” The handsome kid said with a smirk.

“This is Hongdo Island you morons, it’s not some deserted island haha.”Bum and Sangwoo looked at each other incredulously. That would have meant they’d barely left Korea when they were out at sea.

“That can’t be right.” Bum said shaking his head in disbelief.

“Then why did you steal our food and water?”

“Well you see… My parents kicked me out when they found out I was sucking guys off for money and–-”

“Shut up.” Sangwoo interrupted pinching his nose.

“Bum let’s get the fuck out of here.”

“Wait!!” The boy called out.

“Can I crash at your place tonight!?”

“No!!” Bum and Sangwoo yelled in unison.

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