#☀ Bad Inside what’s problem? ☀

[wongyuseokie]

Olive You | c.s.c

Summary: Your boyfriend attempts to cook you breakfast after tiring you out the night before. Only problem? He’s not the most talented cook, but he’s a determined lover.

☆ 18+ minors dni |☀︎fluff | ♕smutty behaviour | ♥ completed works

Word Count: 1186 words

Age: 18+

Pairings: Choi Seungcheol (S. Coups) x Female Reader

Genre/Trope(s)/AUs: Fluff, implied smutty behaviours

Content Warnings: Tooth rotting fluff, bad dad joke, explicit mentions of sexual activities.

Smut Warnings: None really, just mentions of sexual activities, and Y/N calls Cheol daddy, but it’s cute more than anything.

Authors Note: Thank you to @here4btsfics for listening to me yap about Seventeen and thirst and simp over S.Coups daily. You're just an absolute delight, and thank you for letting me drag you into the CARAT life. Thank you for the inspiration behind the fic and betaing this, too 🥺💕 Thank you to @yutasthetic​ for reading this over too and hearing me cry over Seventeen too!! 💕 Authors Note 2: I've recently become a CARAT and am very besotted by a certain Choi Seungcheol. I was just keen to write a little bit again hehe. This is my first time writing for another group, so lmk what y'all think. This is just a fluffy fic to simp over him.  Banner Credits: @classicseffects​ Cross Posted to AO3 © wongyuseokie 2022. All rights reserved.

“I will break up with you the second I get my energy back,” you jokingly threatened your very handsome and shirtless boyfriend, who was trying his hardest not to laugh at your words and coo at the pout that graced your lips.

“You kept saying harder,” Seungcheol mumbled, making you pout more.

“I said harder, daddy,” you corrected, making Seungcheol smirk a bit.

“Oh, that you did. You were just a sweet girl for me,” Seungcheol praised, making you moan slightly and smack his bare chest.

“Don’t you dare! You watch your tongue. I’m too sore for you to turn me on!” You warned, making him laugh.

“It’s a good tongue. You seemed to like it when it was deep inside you. You tasted so sweet,” Seungcheol continued to praise you, making you whimper.

“I will break up with you if you keep doing this,” you whined, making him laugh as he pulled you into his chest.

“How’s this? Let me make you breakfast, and then I can spend the rest of the day pampering you for ruining your ability to walk straight?” Seungcheol offered, making you grin as you mumbled a yes into your boyfriend’s bare chest.

“Alright, you rest here, princess. Let me go make you a meal fit for a queen,” Seungcheol said excitedly as he moved to get out of bed, ensuring he was gentle with his movements. You were still very sore.

You had managed to hobble and limp your way into the shower and out. You realised that nearly an hour had passed, and your boyfriend still hadn’t returned with food, making you concerned, knowing his ability to goof up in the kitchen.

Despite his best intentions, you still recalled the night the green onions had a hint of soil on it because Seungcheol didn’t wash them. You laughed at the memory as you pulled on an oversized shirt. Well, it was his shirt, but you were dating him, and what was his was yours, especially his hoodies and shirts.

“Babe?” You called out as you headed down the stairs, cursing mentally when you realised that your voice, like your legs, was barely functioning. Damn your boyfriend for ruining you so wonderfully.

“Cheol?” You called out again, louder, gasping when you entered the kitchen.

“Uh,” you started to say when you took in the smoky kitchen, the running tap water, and the smoke from the toaster.

“I get you like destroying things, mainly me,” you said, pausing to wink at Seungcheol, “but the kitchen?” You asked, and Seungcheol groaned.

“It’s your fault. I hope you know that,” Seungcheol accused, making you giggle as you limped over to him, wrapping your arms around his bare waist.

“Do tell, daddy, how did I cause you to nearly burn the kitchen?” You asked with an innocent grin and tone to match, making him glare playfully at you.

“That’s how, you little minx, you calling me daddy in bed and now. I got distracted and burnt everything, I just kept replaying last night, and well, this happened,” Seungcheol whined, his hands flailing to indicate the damage and you giggled as you unwrapped your arms from his waist and limped over to the sink and shut the tap off.

“Thanks,” Seungcheol mumbled, sulking and making you laugh at him.

“How’s this, simple toast, with Nutella? Can you manage that?” You asked, and Seungcheol narrowed his eyes at you, making you smile more.

“Yes, princess, I can,” Seungcheol approached you, bending down slightly to pick you up and placing you on the kitchen counter, making you hiss somewhat at the pain that shot through your legs.

“You and your dick,” you groaned, making Seungcheol laugh loudly.

“You were choking on it last night. You sounded so lovely,” Seungcheol complimented, making you glare at him.

“Don’t lie. You know how nicely I took you, every bit and every drop,” you teased, making Seungcheol cough slightly, the tips of his ears turning a tinge pink.

“Such a brat,” Seungcheol mumbled, making you smirk.

“Is that right, daddy?” You asked, making Seungcheol smile at you, shaking his head, moving in closer to place a soft kiss on your forehead.

“One Nutella toast for the lady, and then you can continue teasing me and whine about how I made you unable to walk because you kept begging for more,” Seungcheol offered, making you nod as you smiled shyly.

You smiled at your boyfriend as he moved around the kitchen, his sculpted back and arms flexing with his movements. His lovely back was adorned with scratch marks, courtesy of you, but you didn’t mind, and you knew he didn’t either, not when he thrust harder when your nails sank into his skin.

“Shall I cut up strawberries and make the toast pretty?” Seungcheol called out, and you mumbled a yes and returned to admiring your boyfriend.

“Cheol, can you come here for a second?” You asked, and Seungcheol placed the toast down and walked over to you to stand between your legs.

“No, turn around,” you instructed, and Seungcheol did as you asked, and you placed your arms on his strong shoulders, one hand moving to trace the mole on the back of his nape.

“This is my favourite spot to kiss,” you mumbled as you shifted slightly, ignoring the burn in your thighs as you did so. You moved to bend your head down a bit and placed the softest kiss possible on the tiny mole that you adored so much.

“Mm? Really? It does feel nice,” Seungcheol mumbled as he melted into your touch.

“Mhm, it is adorable. Just like you, my love,” you spoke into his skin, making him shiver slightly.

“Love, food? Then you can lay in my arms and kiss whatever part of me you want?” Seungcheol offered, making you giggle at him,

“I like that idea,” you said, agreeing as you let go of Seungcheol, and he walked away to continue to finish making you the toast.

A few more minutes and Seungcheol was done with the toast and returned to place the plate next to you.

“All for you, princess. Sorry for ruining your legs,” Seungcheol said with an unmistakable proud grin adorning his handsome face.

“You’re not sorry at all,” you mumbled, and Seungcheol grinned, nodding.

“No, I’m not,” Seungcheol answered, making you giggle.

“Hey, Y/N?” Seungcheol spoke, and you nodded.

“Olive, you,” Seungcheol said, and you groaned at him.

“Olive, you too, I guess,” you mumbled, making him smile as he stood closer between your legs and pulled you into a soft kiss, his lush lips moving against yours as his hands rested on your hips. You moaned into the kiss, allowing him to deepen the kiss. You sighed in contentment as you felt him slip his tongue into your mouth and moved your arms to wrap around his neck as you moaned in bliss.

Seungcheol pulled away slowly, placing another kiss on your lips.

“Eat, princess. We have all day to do that,” Seungcheol instructed, making you grin.

You’d gladly let him ruin you every night if it meant having mornings like this.

[badbatchblog]

Omega here! Since we still haven't gotten any messages yet, Tech suggested we start posting stuff on the blog about our daily lives! He hopes that'll interest people enough to want to interact with us.

Ok, let's see, what did I do today... oh I remember! The first thing I did was head to Shep and Lyana's house to have breakfast. Normally, I eat with my brothers, but most of them were busy today. Lyana told me I could come over to her house anytime I wanted, so it was no problem! Shep had made some fruit salad for breakfast, which was super yummy.

After that, Lyana and I took Batcher down to the docks. Batcher loves to look at the fish and chase the birds around. She's so cute. Although sometimes she goes a bit too far and jumps into people's boats while chasing those birds. She even did it to my brother Wrecker once; he nearly toppled into the water too! Thankfully, there weren't any boats at the dock we visited today, so Batcher got to chase all the birds she wanted without worry.

For lunch, Lyana and I took some sandwiches up to the Weeping Maya tree, along with the leftover fruit salad from breakfast. While we were eating, I caught my brother Tech heading into the Archium with Phee. I think Phee was bringing in another treasure to put in there. Not sure why Tech went in with her... but I could take a good guess. Those two like hanging out together... a lot.

We spent the rest of the afternoon out on the water, fishing with my brother Wrecker. I like fishing, but I'm not as good at it as Wrecker is. He can pull a fish out of the water with his bare hands! And we got a pretty good haul today too. Wrecker said it was because Lyana and I were "good luck" and that the fish liked us, for some reason.

Everyone gathered together for dinner after that. We decided to use some of the fish we had caught with Wrecker since we'd gotten so much of it. Normally, we like to eat the fish without cooking it, but my brother Hunter really wanted to have it grilled today. He's really good at grilling meats. He said he'd never done it before we moved here, but he's a natural at it! Then again, it feels like there's nothing Hunter can't do. He's so cool...

The last thing I did today was hang out with my brother Crosshair for a bit. He and I have been doing meditations together for a bit now. It's really calming down by the water, perfect for meditating. We have a favorite spot we like to go to away from the village. It's on some rocks, which get nice and cool after the sun goes down. Batcher comes with us sometimes, but tonight, it was just me and Crosshair. I think he's starting to feel a lot better after doing these meditations so much. He acts really calm, but I know he's struggling on the inside... anything I can do to help him, I will.

Ok, I think that's it for today! Not too bad, if I say so myself. Tomorrow, my brother Echo is going to call and check in on us. I can't wait to talk to him again!

Bye for now!

-Omega ☀

[entoman-created-by-the-tallgreys]

🧟When Spirit’s die as thay Live🧟

Ultimate Sadness, No friend’s, No Love, Treated Like Shit, Hated, Shit talked 100% of the time, Out Casted, Lost, Confused, Lost Contact With Kin Year’s Ago, On Birth n Every Great Negative Emotion Surge’s inside Me. 

[ Warning : this Post is Super Long so i Need to Put a Read More Cap on it ]

Extreme Stress, Tear’s, Trauma, Heart Broken, Childhood Lost, Teen Hood Lost, Agony, Greif, Woe, Beyond Depressed, But Not depression ... And i’m Cursed. i Got delirium all the time, or it Can Just be Extreme Confusion ???  

Misery, Anhedonia ... Despair ...   

Anger, Hatred, Beyond Numb Also, Shame, and I’m Lonely, Extremely Lonely. 

When threw it in Teen’s Year’s, Was a Retard Went to Psyche Doc, When i Had the Depression, the Doctor was a Total Dumb ass and call Me a Schizophrenic, i Told Him i Had Depression, That’s it and the doc Have Me a Label of Bad Shit Crazy, And Now the Government just Run’s with it ... 

I’m Going to End Up Homeless, i Am a Hybrid, the Gray’s are Stupid and thay Can’t Time Manage, anything ... so there Gone for a very long time lost in Space and Me with a Worthless, Life. 

i Get to See a world Gone Man and Me where no where left to Turn ... to type this shit out on a My Blog that is Extremely Unpopular, So No One is Going to Really get this, and even if thay did thay Wouldn't even Care. 

i Can’t Find My Kin, There is No Where for me to Go and With the Psycho on my Record, when thay Look Me Thay Wont’ Give me a Job. 

Was Given a Worthless Life,  Was Forced to be Alive Against My Will By the Gray’s, And Just as So Many Other Hybrid’s Where, i Never did Find My Kin, all this Suffrage and Pain the Gray’s Have Done. 

Just to Get a Baby. 👶🏻 

I’m 27 I’m Basically a Old Man, Basically, in My Life i Had to be on the other End of Endless wraith’s, and Very Harsh Word’s, Not going to Talk about the Money Problems, My House is More of a Jail Cell and if you Leave it Cop’s are Quick to Pick  Up that some one is Going for a walk and will Pull them over to Question them and get your License, And I’ m Just Going for a Walk in the Middle of the Night becuz i Want to be Left alone ... i Not a Answer, even tho it’s the Truth. 

So thay Call the House for Some one to Pick you Up, or Thay Just Give you a Ticket and No one in my Area Can pay those thing’s So your Going to Jail just for taking a Mid night Walk. 

No Weapon’s on you, No Back Pack, Nothing you Could Used to Brake in and Steal anything ... so i Just Hide in the House all day and Night in less i need to Go Some where during the day and Oh ! Yah ! light Hurt’s Me, Light Make’s Me Both Ill and Damage’s My Spirit, Just like a Vampire, Just like a demon and Just like any and all Being’s that are Dark. and I’m Also Nocturnal, i Can Only Sleep During the day and I’ m Up All Night, What i Call the Holy Hour’s, and Many, Many time’s, I’m forced to be Up in the Bad Hour’s, the Hour’s of Light ☀. 

And It Like Kryptonite to Me, i Got Very Little Resistance Tord’s it. 

OH ! And Not to Look like a Tranny, i’m a Female Stuck in a Male Body, i’m a Female Spirit, in a Male Body the Gray’s Couldn’t Even Spare Me that, thay Couldn’t even Give me that Little bit of Happyness, Of Being the female that i Am ... i Was Coming to Life As a Female but the gray’ s Pick it up and Caught Me at the Last Moment the last Mouth before Birth and Abducted .... the One that was Pregnant, and i Was Forced to be a Male, the gray’s Said that Women are shit and that i Had to be a Male becuz thay wanted More babies, i Said i Don’t Want Be a Male, the Gray’s only told me to Shut Up ... 

it Like forcing a KKK Member to Sudden be Black the Rest of his Life and the Black Panthers to Be White, And maybe the Other Gender ... Now She Just a Crazy Women. And No one Believe's her that She Want Turned from a White Male into a Black Female, and No One Care’s.

Also i Can’t Handle the Cold, i Was Built to Handle Extremely Hot Environment like 200 Degree’s weather and hotter my Max of Heat is 900, Normal Basic fire is 1100 Degree’s, i Was Built to Handle Weather that is on Average 300 and Up of heat Wave’s and Heat Never Dose Me and Worry, The Environment Can Never Be “Too Hot” And or Toxic, In Less Human’s do it, Human’s Have a Way of fucking up Everything ... it’s Hard to Survive your Sickness’s, and the world you Created on are world 🧚🏻‍♀️. 

But the toxic Fume’s from a Volcano would not Destroy Me, i Can Handle it nor Can Lightning Kill Me, but you Human Create some Pretty awful thing's, Very Hard to Survive, and if thou dose it even Harder to Recover .... 

Holy Fuck is a Understatement, i’m Not Built to Handle the Cold ❄ At All 75 Degree’s is a Winter for Me ... and it’s My Critical Max on What i Can Handle, On Cold 910 Degree’s is My Max on Heat 🔥. 

Anything Below 75 degree’s is Death Staring Me in the Face, To Me Death as a Winter Blizzard Raging out of His Face ... and Snow is all around him ... Winter Breath, is the Breath of Death. 

Left in a Toxic and Insane world, and  in the Middle filled With Shit Ton of Stupid People really Really Stupid people ... 

i Get So Much Toxic as i Try to Do Good thing’s in the world, it’s Endless Abuse, My Life is Equal to that of a Soul Suffering in Tartarus. 

And Thus ... i Say All of Tartarus Rage’s inside Me Becuz it is if all of there Pain + Mine is Force into My Soul and i Rage as a Monster of Eternal Damnation. 

Also, Trap in a world By Alien’s You Human’s, Seeing all the bad you Do ... 

See endless Sociopathic Nature’s, Narcissism ... i See Human’s, But ... 

it Doesn't Matter ... Sociopath just Mean’s Cold Blood, Hard Head’s, Selfish ... and Doesn't Give a fuck ... 

i Try to Drink Alcohol But i Can’t, it’s a Toxin .... and it Serious Fuck With My Body and My Heart ... My Body Can’t Brake it Down and Thus is Too Toxic ... 

All form’s of Alcohol Will Kill Me ... 

Gold Metal also Make’s Me Very ill ... Something About Gold, it’s Like Pure Light in a Metal form, Gold to Me is Like Sliver to a Werewolf, Deadly ... 

Either Way Any Way ... i Just Wanted to Give you a Fraction of How Shitty My life is ... and Yah ! And That’s a fraction ... 

Oh ! We Hybrid are Just The Soul’s of Alien’s, With a Hybrid Human Part, It’s Like Super Man Among Human’s even tho it Look’s Human it’s Not, You Human’s are Alien's to Me, the Omni of your Nature, is 100% Alien ... To Us Hybrid’s.

So When i Say it Suck’s to be a Hybrid on the Earth I Really Mean it, Are fate’s are  a fate Worse then Death or Hell and We all get to Die and get Re-sent back into this Hell - 🌎 

[astbrero]

✘ ✘   VALENTINE'S DAY BALL  ✘ ✘

                                     TRUE LOVE ... IS THERE ?!

[astbrero]

If you keep on

                          B E L I E V I N G

The DREAM that you wish will come t r u e  —– LOOK OF CALANMAI

[astbrero]

–Flashback: tw: ansiedade; tw: violência

DREAMS, DREAMS  

                                               OR NIGHTMARES? 

A busca pela solução da maldição continuava a todo vapor e não havia descanso para ninguém nem mesmo em uma noite fria que os ventos resolveram se soltarem, exceto Astro Beaumont. Ele tinha terminado de jantado uma sopa e já estava subindo para seu dormitório para ver se conseguisse tentar dormir um pouco antes que sua cabeça endoidasse com a confusão que se desenrolava em todo canto no instituto. Estava o clima que ele adorava, então, Astro apenas deitou-se em sua cama e enrolou-se todo, fechando os olhos para que pudesse descansar sem nenhuma preocupação. Era esperança demais para o garoto…

{..}

Depois de algumas horas de sono, Astro acordou assustado e com seu corpo todo tremendo, totalmente suado pelo medo que sentia em seu organismo todo e tentou ver na escuridão, mas parecia que algo atrapalhava ainda. Agarrou o lençol com suas mãos suadas e tremidas com as lembranças que viram em sua mente como flashes rápidos e aterrorizantes. Seus braços abraçaram seu corpo para que pudesse controlar seus nervos e não emitir nenhum barulho que pudesse acordar seus parceiros de quarto, mas parecia que não estava fazendo nenhum efeito, já que pequenos soluços saiam de vez em quando. Se alguém acordasse agora, veria que lágrimas caiam do rosto de Astro sem parar. Chorar. Algo que ele não fazia há tempos, mas sabia como era a sensação de soltar lágrimas com algo ruim que matava seu coração.

 A noite de sono perfeito foi para o saco no momento em que Astro fechou os olhos e sentiu sua mente afundar em uma região de escuridão. Papai. Um alerta que seu inconsciente deu de forma tarde demais. Seus olhos fecharam para que não pudesse mais encarar a escuridão e, imediatamente, as lembranças do seu pesadelo vieram com muita força e escuridão. 

No pesadelo…

O ambiente se assemelhava ao cenário de Montreal quando ficava a noite em suas ruas modernas, mas desertas por todos estarem dentro de seus prédios; os pontos turísticos iluminando os principais pontos das cidades, exceto os becos que existiam em cada esquina; as quatros estações presentes com a predominância do inverno em cima das crianças que viviam na rua procurando alguma coisa para comer, se aquecer, se proteger. O vento fazia um bom trabalho naquela noite, visitando cada ser vivo lhe fazendo frio, mesmo estando acasalados. 

Uma figura se formava na escuridão com os pedaços do escuro fazendo cada parte do corpo: primeiro, suas pernas, depois seu tronco, suas mãos e, por fim, seu rosto com uma expressão de tristeza olhando para frente do beco que se projetava em sua frente, um lugar que mostrava tanta dor e abandono em uma criança de dez anos que encarava assustada para figura que estava em sua frente, ou para trás dela. Medo da noite, era o que aquele pequeno sentia e tremia não pelo frio, mas o sentimento de pavor que crescia em sua mente e em seu coração. 

- Por favor… Não me machuque… - As palavras saiam uma cima da outra, enquanto o jovem estava totalmente paralisado, sem conseguir mover nenhuma parte de algum de seus músculos.

A figura, colocando a cabeça por lado, franziu o cenho e tentou se aproximar, mas, parou no momento em que viu a criança se encolhendo e murmurando para que fosse embora, que a deixasse sozinha. - Eu não vou te machucar, confie em mim… - A fala de Astro saia arrastada, sem força nenhuma, ele não iria fazer mal a alguém que ele pensava que não conhecia; só queria saber… Astro não sabia o que estava fazendo ali, ou o que acontecia. 

- Por favor… Vá embora! Me deixe sozinho. - Era uma ordem e Astro via que deveria obedecer quando encarava o comportamento medroso que o outro mostrava se encolhendo e se tremendo. Ele se reconhecia ali. As lágrimas caiam sem parar pelo rosto do menino e os olhos de Astro estavam marejados devido à situação que estava se formando ali. Ele queria apenas abraçar aquele pequeno garotinho e dizer que está tudo bem, que nada de ruim vai acontecer, que ele é forte e destruidor. Mas, não conseguia, porque estava paralisado pela falta de conhecimento do que rolava. 

- Eu não vou te machucar, só quero ajudar. - 

Astro não entendia o porquê do menino não escutá-lo quando ele repetia diversas vezes que estava tudo bem, que ele não ia fazer nada de mal com ele… Também, não percebia o motivo pelo qual a dor da criança estava lhe machucando de forma parecida. Como conseguia a tristeza, o medo que o outro sentia se nem mesmo o conhecia? O que estava acontecendo? Ele queria e precisava de respostas para suas dúvidas agoniantes em sua mente.

- Vá embora! Me deixe aqui, não faça nada comigo, por favor. Está me assustando… - Seus olhos se abriram e se fixaram no que parecia ser em Astro, onde o mais velho tinha uma expressão de confuso no rosto. 

- E-e-eu… - 

- Oh céus, Astro Beaumont, pensei que fosse parecido com sua mãe em notar as coisas de primeira. Acho que eu entendi muito mal. - 

No momento em que escutou uma voz familiar, o corpo tremido de Astro virou-se de costas e encarou a figura que ele torcia para que não fosse de verdade. Breu estava ali com um sorriso presunçoso no rosto e encarando seu filho, enquanto em sua frente tinha vários cavalos carregados de pesadelos que Astro havia estudado cada detalhes deles nos livros do instituto. 

- Surpresa! Gostou? Do ambiente? Fiz tudo isso para você relembrar, o que achou? - 

- Do que você está falando, Breu? - Mesmo com medo, Astro sabia controlar essa sensação com muita força para que não mostrasse na frente do seu pai ou daria uma oportunidade de bandeja a ela para que a criatura pudesse controlá-lo. 

- Eu estava certo, então! - Comentou, dando uma revirada nos olhos e gesticulando em direção ao cenário que os envolviam. - Tudo isso é seu, Astro. Isso vem da sua memória que eu criei para conversarmos. Essa criança ai… - Falou, apontando pro menino que ainda tremia e olhava assustado para frente. - É você, no dia que meus cavalos foram visitá-los, não lembra? Quando ficou tremendo e desmaiou de medo? Acordando com váriso hematomas… Esse é uma parte do seu pesadelo, meu filho. Voltar para Montreal e encarar seus próprios monstros que você constrói… E aí, gostou agora? Sou bem criativo né?! -

Então, ele percebeu quem era a criança e do que ela sentia medo. Não era dele, isso era fato, e sim dos pesadelos - como havia sentido quando aquele fato aconteceu pela primeira vez. Um fato que Astro queria tanto esquecer pelo resto da sua vida. Aquela situação foi a primeira vez que ele passava a noite sozinho e perdido com frio e com fome. As lágrimas brotarem, então, pelo seu rosto e descendo até caírem no calçadão de pedra frio. Os joelhos de Astro ficaram bambos, fazendo com que o rapaz se desabava com suas mãos formando um punho contra o chão. Raiva, medo, tristeza, eram os principais sentimentos que ele tinham naquele momento tanto em sua mente quanto em seu coração. Como se uma parte boa e animada tivesse sido arrancada a força, e foi substituída por uma mais dolorida e trevosa. Ele deveria ter imaginado que Breu estava por trás daquilo. Que pegaria sua mente que estava voltando a ficar boa e começá-la a desperdiçá-la como fazia quando o visitava em seus sonhos no dia que conseguia adormecer. Então, Astro perguntou com sua voz tremendo pela dor que sentia pelo o cara que deveria ser pai de verdade:

- Por que? -

Breu franziu o cenho, achando aquilo um absurdo em ser perguntando, e deu uma gargalhada alta até demais para ele. Enquanto seu filho ainda tinha lágrimas que caíam sem parar, ele continuava rindo e demorou para parar, mesmo com sua respiração um pouco ofegante. - Ai aí, essa foi boa. É uma nova piada, Beaumont? Que piada horrível, hein… - Seus olhos escuros encaram o mais novo que não havia mexido nenhum músculo, estando tenso desde o começo e o sorriso de Breu morreu, sendo substituído por uma expressão raivosa. - Isso é patético! Está na hora de crescer, Astro ou você nunca vai ser como eu. E o que eu espero de você é isso: ser como eu! Sua mãe fez um pacto e espero que você cumpra, ou terá consequências graves… - 

Foi a fez de Astro dar uma gargalhada, mas uma de forma sarcástica e enquanto ele fazia isso, suas pernas criaram forças e ele levantou-se, olhando para Breu como uma expressão de ódio que ele sentia desde que descobriu a verdade. - Eu não farei nada desse pacto! Isso foi coisa sua com Astria! Resolva com ela, e não se meta na vida, PORQUE VOCÊ NÃO É NADA MEU. EU SEREI QUEM EU SOU COM SUA PERMISSÃO O… - A fala de Astro foi interrompida no momento em que Breu aproximou-se dele rapidamente e deu um tapa forte na cara dele. O rapaz o encarou incrédulo com sua mãe no rosto, afastando do mais velho. - Como… Você não pode tocar em nada! - 

- Você está no meu domínio, Astro. Eu tenho força aqui e não aceitarei nenhum desrespeito! Astria está morta! E como forma de honrar a vida dela, a mesma ofereceu a vida do caçula, caso você não cumpra com seu destino… Você não quer que o mais novo morra certo? Como sua mãezinha. - 

Sua mãe estava morta. Ele não conseguia acreditar. Pensava que por todo esse tempo, ela poderia estar escondida por causa d e Breu ou algo assim, mas nao; ela estava morta. E Breu viria atrás do caçula. A única pessoa que Astro nunca mais viu desde que foi separado dele. Seu coração contorceu-se com aquilo. Precisava aceitar, sabia disso ou perderia a única pessoa que ele amou de verdade durante sua vida toda. 

- O que me diz, meu filho? -

- Onde está? O corpo e o caçula? - 

- Isso eu não posso dizer. Mas, podemos fazer um acordo. Siga seu destino como eu quero e vocês irão sobreviver. Temos um acordo? - Perguntou, esticando a mão em direção a ele com um sorriso malicioso nos lábios. - Eu sou traiçoeiro, é claro, mas em pactos… Sou verdadeiro, Astro. - 

Ele encarou a mão do seu pai e depois seu rosto, soltando um suspiro alto. Ele estava sem saída e sabia disso. Se não concordasse, tudo iria desmoronar. Estava perdido… 

- E-e-eu acei-ei-to. - Concordou, apertando a mão dele. No mesmo momento, os olhos de Breu adquiriam uma cor dourada e uma risada foi escutada, enquanto a sombra da criatura desaparecia e envolvia Astro como se fosse um casulo. 

- Tenha bons pesadelos, Astro. Meninos… Bum! - 

Foi a última fala de Breu antes que as sombras assumissem a forma de cavalos e atacassem Astro, fazendo com que o menino gritasse e acordasse em seguida.

Realidade…

Ele não aguentava mais. A dor que sentia dentro de si parecia sair com as lágrimas e com ele se abraçando, mas havia tanta escuridão e sofrimento dentro que parecia que Astro iria explodir de tanta aflição. Ele estava perdido e as coisas só piorariam com o tempo, embora ele não quisesse. Iria ter que aguentar isso tudo sozinho e fingir que estava tudo bem, porque, bem, era o que Astro precisava fazer para que o caçula sobrevivesse. Um ato de amor, enquanto sua alma morria sem luz e talvez sem salvação