#I had this idea in my head stuck for a while now

[moonchild9350]

Back to you

Summary: in a world where everyone has a soulmate, you find yours in the least expected way.

Pairing: Felix x fab!reader

Genre: fluff, angst, smut, sci fi au, slice of life au

Word Count: 8.8k

Warnings: time jumps, kissing lol, unprotected sex (don't), creampie, making love, dirty talk?, kinda an open ending

Notes: stuck in my sci fi era lol i had this idea for a while and decided to finish it recently. let me know what you think!

If you enjoyed, please consider a like, reblog, or comment as it keep me motivated.

Divider by @sweetmelodygraphics

Please do not copy, translate, modify, use, or repost this work elsewhere without my permission. ©️moonchild9350 (2024)

“We’re done!”

Two words, two little words. Who would have thought those two words would break Felix’s heart. He thought Xania was the one, after all she was supposed to be his soulmate.

Felix turned to walk down Xania’s stairs, taking each step slowly, one foot in front of the other. He scratched his blonde hair, messing up the little hairs that were pulled back into a ponytail. He had a frown on his face, as he contemplated where he went wrong.

Now, without Xania, he was back to square one. He needed to remedy this and fast before others found out. The world frowns upon a twenty five year old bachelor, especially in a world where people have a soulmate assigned to them since birth.

It’s the year 3050, and humanity has improved for the better, natural selection weeding out the weak. Aging is slower due to scientific advancement, where now every year the earth rotates around the sun, humans do not age as they did a century ago. Instead every five years, a human ages one year. In this case, Felix has been twenty-five for five years now. Next year on his birthday, he will finally be twenty six…and still without finding his soulmate.

Felix continues to walk down the street, muttering under his breath, conflicted on what to do next. He would have to go back to the company Soulmate and Co. and file a complaint against the lady who told him Xania was his soulmate. Deciding that this is what he’s going to do, he turns around and hails a hover car, giving the address of the building he needs.

The ride doesn’t take long as the car glides through the sky, bypassing other hover cars and buildings. Once there, he slips a coin into the pouch next to his seat and exits the car. He takes a moment to view the building in front of him, tilting his head back so he can take in the whole thing.

It seems to reach all the way to the sky, the glass reflecting the bright sun that is shining today.

He marches up the steps and through the double doors, walking past the seating area, which is filled with various other clients, some smiling while others are distraught, their heads in their hands. He continues to walk through the foyer, making his way to the front desk.

“The matchmakers please,” Felix tells the person behind the desk.

She nods at his request and signals for a guide to take him to his destination. He follows the lady, to an elevator with glass doors at the end of the hall. She beckons him to enter the glass container and presses a button labeled ‘level 50’ before stepping back with a smile.

The elevator ascends gracefully, gliding on the gears without a sound, the many floors passing by with a blur. A minute passes and then two until he finally reaches the floor he needs. The elevator doors open with a hiss and Felix exits, stepping outside of the box.

He looks left and right, before noticing a directory plastered on the wall straight ahead. He doesn’t give this a second glance, having been here before, but instead makes his way down the hall until he reaches a door with a placard on it identifying “Mavis, Matchmaker”

Felix pushes open the door and marches in, determination in his step. Mavis’s secretary looks up and smiles, waiting for him to approach the desk.

“How can I help you?” She asks pleasantly, ignoring the annoyed face Felix makes at her.

“I need to speak with Mavis,” Felix pauses for a moment before he decides to add, “now.”

The secretary eyes him, most likely deciding if he would be a threat. She must have ultimately decided he was ok because she smiled once more before pressing a button and announcing that he was here.

Felix only had to wait a brief moment when the door to the left opened, revealing a beautiful girl in the doorway. She had the signature insignia, signaling that she was a matchmaker plastered on her chest for all to see.

“Mr. Lee,” she said shocked, her eyes widened at the sight of him.

“Mavis, I need to speak with you.”

Mavis stepped out of the way, beckoning him into her office. Felix quickly walked over, sitting in one of the many chairs scattered throughout the small office.

“What can I do for you? If I remember correctly, you had found your soulmate? Why are you here?”

Felix looked at mavis incredulously. “Why am I here? Because xania broke up with me! She’s not my soulmate, which means you messed up!”

He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. He was furious, and how can he not be? Because of the matchmakers mistake, he’d be the laughing stock of his family, having to explain that he was told the wrong person was his soulmate.

Mavis looked at him, her eyes widened at the accusation. “Surely there was a mistake. Xania is your soulmate…the roster confirmed it,” she hurriedly said as she pulled up a database with her fingers.

She scanned the various documents, her hand moving this way and that as she looked up his profile. finding the page she needed, she stared at it for a moment, her eyes moving across the screen.

As she came to a certain area, her eyes widened and her mouth opened as she took a deep breath. Recovering quickly, she straightened up and looked at Felix.

“It seems there indeed was a mistake. I am so sorry Mr. Lee. Xania was not your soulmate.”

Felix stared at Mavis, fighting the urge to say something he would regret. Instead he said, “thank you, yes there has been a mistake. And now I need you to tell me who is my soulmate.”

Mavis hesitated, not sure what to say. “Well…I can but it’s complicated. It seems like your true soulmate is already bound to someone else…”

Bound to someone else? Shit. What is he to do now? His soulmate is galavanting with another person.

“So what do I do now?” Felix asked dejectedly, his head hanging down.

Mavis thought for a moment, considering the options. Typically there’s no way to go back and change the pathway of things, but she had pity on Felix. After all it was her mistake.

“There is a way…but mind you it’s very dangerous.”

Felix perked up, his ears intent on listening to what Mavis had to say. He’d do anything and he means anything to be with his proper soulmate.

“You can go back in time and find your soulmate, meet them, talk to them, convince them they’re your soulmate. Rewrite the story. You’ll have to time travel, but we can get you there. Five spins around the sun should do it.”

Time travel? Felix didn’t even know such a thing existed, but then again, he shouldn’t be shocked.

“Ok, I’ll do it,” Felix said with determination.

Mavis nodded, pleased with Felix’s answer. She pressed a button on her desk, before speaking softly, “please send a device member to my office.”

She released the button and smiled as she placed her hands on her desk. Felix shifted awkwardly in his seat, unsure of where to look or what to say as Mavis was silent. He decided to look at the files on her shelf, his eyes roaming over script he couldn’t understand.

He looked with interest until the door opened suddenly, causing him to jump slightly in his seat.

“Ah, come in please. Have a seat. “ Mavis said as a shy looking girl in blue scrubs walked in.

She looked curiously at Felix, taking him in. She carefully sat in the chair next to him and looked at Mavis, waiting for instruction.

“Melody, this here is Mr. Lee. Due to some unfortunate circumstances, he needs to go back to the past, specifically five years ago. Can you escort him to the vault and assist him please?”

Melody nodded, a soft smile spreading on her face. “Most certainly.”

Mavis smiled, “great! Well off you both go! Good luck Mr. Lee!”

She swiveled away, her back to Felix and melody. Felix got up as his escort got up and followed her out of the office. They walked through narrow hallways, went down flights of stairs, the walk seeming to go on forever until stopping at a large metal door.

Felix watched as she placed her palm on a scanner, the laser reading her dna ensuring her identity matched who she said she was. A soft beep rang in the otherwise empty corridor, the door springing open slightly.

Melody stepped in between the crack, Felix following right behind her. The door shut with a finite click, locking them within the room.

As Felix faced forward, the lights within the room turned on, illuminating the area with soft light. He scanned the room nothing seeming of interest until his eyes landed on the machine in the center of the room.

It had glass walls, just like everything in the building, a small panel just to the left of the door. Melody walked over to a switch on the wall and lifted it, a soft humming sound present within the room as things powered up.

She went to the panel and started pressing button after button, most likely setting the time frame for which he has to go back. After a while, she turned to face him.

“Mr. Lee, please step within the box.”

Felix cautiosouly walked to the glass box and stepped inside. Despite the walls being made of glass, he couldn’t help but feel a little claustrophobic, the walls closing in on him.

He jumped at the sound of static, melody’s voice echoing in the small chamber.

“I will transport you back to five years ago. You will still be twenty five. Complete your mission but know you only have one year to complete your task, whether you are successful or not. Once you are done, you’ll know what to do in order to get back.”

Felix was nervous, his heart rapidly beating so hard within his chest, he felt as if it would jump out any moment. He wiped the thin sheen of sweat that had formed on his forehead as he stared at Melody through the glass wall.

She gave a thumbs up and smiled before pressing a green button. The humming noise slowly intensified, until there was a buzzing sound echoing in his ear.

The air in front of him started to ripple, the atoms slowly manipulating themselves to transport him to a different time and place.

As his surroundings started to fade and become unrecognizable, he felt a tingle on his skin, almost as if he was being touched with a million needles. The feeling intensified until his belly started to churn, nausea taking over as the air became harder to breathe.

There was a flash of white light and just when he thought he would pass out from the sensation within the room, there was quiet and stillness…but only for a moment.

The air expanded, his breath caught off until…. -- -- It was a clear night, the sky black, the stars twinkling and the moon bright. There was barely any wind blowing, but the trees swayed nonetheless, providing a refreshing breeze on this summer night.

You were laying on a blanket in your backyard, star gazing, enjoying your night off. The night was silent, that is until you heard a low buzz, traveling from one ear to the other.

You dismissed the sound until the buzz got louder, almost deafening. Sitting upright, you looked around, searching for the source of the annoying sound.

You were about to give up after not seeing anything when the space in front of you shifted, a small hole opening up in the night air.

You stared horrified, unable to move as the hole got bigger, and a bright light appeared within the space.

You let out a scream as a man fell from the hole, his arms outstretched as he tumbled through, landing directly on top of you, causing you to fall backwards.

You let out a huff as your head lightly bounced on the soft grass, your eyes wide as you stared at the man who came from nowhere.

He laid there dazed, his eyes trying to focus as he attempted to breathe. You took him in, eyeing his features of dazzling brown eyes that seemed to shine even at night, millions of freckles littering his face like the stars of the night sky, and small, plush heart shaped lips.

This man was beautiful, that you couldn’t deny. An angel for sure sent from heaven. However, that thought dashed from your head as he opened his mouth to speak.

“Oh shit! I’m sorry!” The man said as he scrambled to get off of you, grunting as he fell over in the process.

“Ahh!” You exclaimed, scooting over to him to help him up. “Are you alright?”

He looked at you, his eyes taking you in before he blushed and looked down.

“I’m ok,” he replied softly. “I’m sorry, I um…I think…actually, I have no clue what happened…or if I’m even in the correct place.”

You chuckled as the man stuttered through his explanation, as he clearly had no clue what was going on.

“How about we start with your name?” You suggested, sitting next to him.

“Name. Right. Yeah. Ummm…I’m Felix,” he said as continued to stare at the ground.

“Well, Felix, I’m y/n.”

'Y/n,’ Felix thought, ‘such a beautiful name for a beautiful girl.’ When you said your name, he felt his heart flutter and a warm sensation spread through him, which was contrary to how he felt not even five minutes ago.

He was in the right place. He’s not sure how he knew, he just felt that it felt right deep within.

Felix returned his gaze to you, taking in your calm demeanor, despite just seeing him come out of a black hole essentially. His eyes roamed your face, your eyes trained on him in concern, your lips slightly parted.

He felt his heart race as he continued to stare at you remembering how you felt underneath him, so soft and perfect.

Felix shook his head, coming back to the time at hand. He looked around the yard, taking in the little oasis you had created. There were fairy lights illuminating the space, the lights twinkling in the night air in such a way it almost seemed magical.

In the corner was a hot tub, the steam rising in the air beckoning whoever was near to relax within its waters. He looked down at the ground in which both of you were sitting, taking in the blanket and pillows you had set up.

“Looks like I interrupted you…I’m sorry,” Felix said softly.

“It’s ok,” you said with a smile. You let a moment pass before opening your mouth once more, curiosity getting the best of you.

“So um…time travel?” You said gesturing to the air in which Felix fell from.

You wondered where he came from and most importantly why, especially why he landed within your yard.

“Uh yeah, I’m from the future on a mission,” Felix replied, as his hand ran through his blond locks.

“Ahh the future. What’s your mission?”

Felix hesitated unsure if he should tell you the reason why’s he here. He decided against it, wanting to get a feel first before diving in. He has a year after all, why rush it.

“I can’t tell you that unfortunately,” Felix said apologetically.

You hummed and brushed his statement away, leaving it at that. You knew he would tell you when he’s ready, if at all.

“Well, it’s late and you probably have no where to stay, so you can crash here while you work on your mission if you’d like,” you said as you got up and dusted the dirt from your shorts.

Felix stared at you in shock, surprised you would offer your home to someone you didn’t know so readily.

“Oh..ok, yeah…sure thanks!”

Felix got up as well, reaching down to help you fold the blanket you were sitting on. He followed you to your door, curiosity plastered on his face as you opened the door and stepped into your home.

He was taken aback, the space feeling so…homey. It was decked out in lights, their glow illuminating the space with soft light, making it more intimate. The space radiated a floral scent, one that was intense but surprisingly was not overwhelming in the small space.

Your home was just so…you.

The thought made Felix chuckle in delight.

“Well it’s not much, but this is my home,” you said, gesturing to the small space.

“I like it, it’s very comfortable,” Felix said in earnest.

You smiled and nodded, happy that he liked your little space. You bustled around, making your way to the kitchen.

“Tea?” You asked as your hands started dancing through the air, shifting through the options you had in your inventory.

“Sure,” Felix said watching as you selected an option, the kettle appearing from thin air onto the stove.

You turned the heat on, the flames licking the bottom of the kettle immediately. Felix watched silently as you bustled around the kitchen, humming a little song as you prepared snacks.

The kettle whistled, the shrill sound loud in the otherwise quiet room. You grabbed two mugs and poured the tea before carefully carrying them to the couch. You gave Felix his, and then brought the snacks over.

Sitting down, you looked at the man next to you. He seemed nervous, his fingers drumming on the cup. Your eyes roamed his body, taking in his little frame, his baby face. He really was cute you’d have to say.

Felix looked up at you suddenly, his eyes meeting yours. You smiled reassuringly, hoping he’d understand he can be himself.

It didnt take long for Felix to open up, his bubbly personality shining through. You listened to him talk about his life in the future, his job where he helps others figure out what they want to do with their lives.

He talks about his friends, how close they are and how they’ve saved him more times than he can count. He even mentioned how he thought he found his soulmate, but apparently it was a mistake, one that is rarely made.

You eyed him, noticing that something was off when he mentioned his soulmate. You couldn’t place a finger to it but decided to leave it, knowing he’ll tell you the details when he’s ready.

The night passed in conversation, you feeling at home with Felix which was odd since you’ve just met him. You looked at the clock and noticed how late it was.

“Shit,” you muttered, “I need to get to bed. I work tomorrow.”

Felix nodded and helped you clean up. He knew the night would have to end eventually but he’s sad it did so soon.

“You can have the couch,” you said as you started making a makeshift bed.

Felix stood in the corner watching as you finished his bed and then went to your closet grabbing a shirt. He took it from your hands gratefully.

“Sorry, it’s the biggest I have,” you said sheepishly.

“It’s ok, thanks.”

You nodded, happy he didn’t mind the clothes. “Well I’m going to grab a shower, make yourself at home.”

Felix watched as you grabbed some clothes and stepped into the bathroom, closing the door softly. He heard the shower start, the sound of water hitting the wall.

He sat down on the couch, his eyes roaming around the room. He can’t wait to shower you with love, take care of you, after all you’re his soulmate whether you’ve realized it or not.

-- --

The next morning, you awakened to the smell of bacon, the scent permeating your home. Your belly growled, signaling you to feed it which made you chuckle.

You stretched and stood up before padding to the kitchen. The sight of Felix at the stove cooking made your heart swell, a smile gracing your face. You stood in the corner and watched him, watching as he tried to finish the meal.

He was struggling a little bit but trying nonetheless, little curses falling from his mouth. Turning around he noticed you, causing him to drop the spoon he was holding.

You chuckled at his clumsiness, bending down to pick up the utensil.

Felix was startled at the sight of you, his cheeks instantly reddening. There you stood in your little sleep shirt and shorts, leaving nothing to the imagination. He could see your tits, your nipples hardened and poking through the silk. His eyes wandered down to your ass, so round and plush within the little shorts.

He looked away in embarrassment as you stood up, spoon in hand. He took it from your hand and went back to finishing up breakfast.

You sat down and waited, your chin in your hand. This was nice, a man cooking for you. A cute one at that. Felix walked over with your plate in hand, setting it down in front of you.

“Bon appetite!” He said, bowing slightly.

You giggled and picked up your fork to dig in. The first bite was…interesting so to say, the taste strong mixed with…

“Umm, Felix? Did you use salt in this?”

Felix looked up at you, his eyes wide. “Yeah, I did. Is it too much?”

You shook your head yes, shyly looking down.

Felix put down his fork and bowed his head. “I’m sorry, y/n. I’ll get better I promise. I just wanted to fix something for you after you took me in.”

Now you felt bad, your heart falling at the sight of the little pout that formed on his face. He did work hard to prepare this for you, waking up way before you to do so.

“It’s ok, it’s still good. Let’s dig in ok?”

Felix smiled at your attempt to reconcile, picking up his fork once more. You both ate, enjoying each others company.

It’s been awhile since you’ve had anyone else in the house with you, since you opted to live alone. So it was weird to share such an intimate meal with someone else and a stranger at that.

After eating, you sat back, content that your belly was full.

“Thanks for breakfast Felix. I have to get ready for work now. You can make yourself at home though.”

Felix smiled, happy you enjoyed his meal. He watched as you got up and padded away to your closet, your hips swaying with each step.

He got up and started clearing away the dishes, falling into the routine of cleaning. He had everything planned out, and would start his mission once you left for work.

Felix startled as you came up behind him, now fully dressed with your work uniform, your hair nicely done and your makeup complete to perfection

“Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you. I’m leaving now. If you need anything while I’m gone just call. Here I’ll send you my phone number.”

Felix watched as you scrolled through your book, punching in your number and swiping your finger away sending it to his contact list. He pulled it up, staring at the digital screen in front of him. He saved your number, smiling at the name you gave yourself.

He walked to the door with you, standing aways back as you slipped into your shoes. He wished you a good day at work, watching as you softly shut the door behind you.

Felix stood there for a moment more before turning to go back into your home, ready to set his plan in action.

Day after day, week after week, month after month, Felix doted on you. He made your meals, helped around the house, he did anything you wanted him to do.

You had game nights, movie nights, crafting nights. Any type of activity he could do while spending time with you, he did it.

Felix loved spending time with you too. He learned your habits, how you immediately went to the snack cabinet after work. How you liked your baths, the bubbles not too high, the water hot, and with a glass of wine.

He learned that you didn’t like scary movies, remembering how you locked yourself in the bathroom after a scene, refusing to come out until he coaxed you out with the promise of cuddles.

That was on the agenda tonight, a movie and cuddles. You snuggled in within Felix’s arms, your head on his chest as his arms wrapped around your body protectively.

You were growing to love these quiet moments, just the two of you in a room illuminated with fairy lights. There was a storm brewing outside, the sound of the wind rattling the windowpane. Fall has rolled in into your little town, therefore, it has rained almost everyday, blanketing the world with the little drops falling from the sky.

However, you didn’t mind, being safe and warm within his arms. You nuzzled in, your head rubbing on his chest, causing Felix to look down at you.

“That tickles,” Felix chuckled, squeezing your arm.

“Mm sorry,” you sighed as you repeated your action.

Felix chuckled and returned his attention to the screen. You listened to his heart beating loudly beneath your ear, the rhythm increasing with each passing second.

You smiled at the fact, your eyes traveling back to the movie Felix had picked out to watch. You both went back to watching the movie, the end nearing.

Once the closing scene played, Felix started to shift, causing your head to move. You let out a whine, disgruntled at the fact your pillow was moving.

You slowly got up, your hair disheveled. Felix began laughing, his voice filling your small space as he clutched his stomach. You pouted and swatted at him, crossing your arms in defiance.

Felix wiped the tears from his eyes and pulled you into a hug, his arms wrapping around your body tightly. He squeezed and rocked you back and forth, ignoring your giggles and protests to let you go.

You felt your heart flutter, the cute but intimate moment making your cheeks flush with a hint of red.

Felix continued to rock you, his breath hot in your ear as he laughed. You know how to make him stop. With renewed vigor, you grabbed his shoulder and bit down lightly, your teeth sinking into his soft skin.

Felix yelped and scooted back, his eyes wide as he looked between you and his shoulder.

“You bit me!” He accused, as he chuckled.

You shrugged and giggled, getting up from the couch. You were tired and ready to go to bed. Felix watched as you went through your bedtime routine, his eyes following you with every step you took, forgetting about the slight sting on his shoulder.

Occasionally, you’d stop and strike a funny pose, giggling as Felix laughed at your antics. Eventually Felix got up and started getting his bed ready, as you finished up in the bathroom.

You settled into bed and watched as Felix finished his routine. You chuckled as Felix rushed to his bed, complaining that he was cold. He settled in quickly before sitting up and looking your way.

“Night y/n!”

“Night Felix,” you said blowing him a kiss.

You let out a giggle as Felix quickly laid down and covered himself with his blanket as he let out a little squeak. You turned out the light and settled in, closing your eyes to sleep.

The rain was pelting the windows, the sound calming in the dark. You snuggled in, preparing to sleep when a loud crack of thunder rang out, causing the house to vibrate.

Did you hear a scream? Your eyes snapped open as you strained your ears, listening for the sound again.

Time passed and the rain continued to fall. You were about to close your eyes once more when you heard a soft whisper within the room.

“Y/n?” Felix whispered, listening for your response.

When you didn’t say anything, he repeated his question, calling out to you softly yet a little more loud.

“Yes?” You responded, sitting up within your blankets.

“Can I sleep with you? I’m um…I don’t really like thunderstorms…”

You could hear the panic in his voice, his voice cracking as he said the last word.

“Of course, come here Lix,” you softly said, pulling back your covers for him to join you.

You felt the bed dip and Felix shuffle beneath the covers, scooting as close as he could to you. You wrapped your arms around him, cradling his head to you as if to comfort him.

Felix was shaking in your arms, his face tucked into your chest. He was embarrassed. How could he be your soulmate, the person who’s supposed to love and protect you, if he’s scared of a measly thunderstorm?

He closed his eyes and breathed you in, your scent calming him despite the storm outside. Eventually he lifted his head up and looked you in the eyes.

You stared back at him, holding his gaze as you held him close.

“Thank you,” Felix whispered, his lip turning upwards as if to smile.

“Of course,” you whispered back, as you slowly stroked his back.

You both laid there, listening to the rain and gazing into each others eyes. You were glad it was dark, that way Felix couldn’t see the crimson that littered your cheeks.

The air was charged with want, the need to be close to each other palpable. Felix shuffled closer until his lips were inches away from yours.

You could feel his nose on yours, his ragged breath on your lips as he held onto you. Your heart was beating rapidly, as nerves took over, your palms sweaty as you gripped Felix’s shirt.

“Y/n,” Felix whispered before closing the gap between you, his soft lips pressing gently to yours.

He held them there for a moment more before breaking away, a shaky breath leaving his lips.

“Felix,” you whispered as you connected your lips again, wanting to feel his lips on yours again.

the rain pelted the windows, the thunder rang out, and the lighting illuminates the two of you, tucked away within your blankets, bodies pressed against each other as you lazily pressed your lips together.

The moment was soft, gentle, intimate, as if this moment was meant to be.

And in Felix’s mind, it was, without a doubt fate.

After the eventful night embraced in each others arms, kissing the night away, your relationship turned for the better.

Felix was ecstatic as he felt closer to his goal than ever. He was holding your hand, swinging it back and forth as you both walked home from a day of shopping.

He took the opportunity to spoil you, buying you whatever you wanted. He found himself smiling whenever you would thank him, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“I spy something blue!” You exclaimed, squeezing his hand in yours.

Felix’s eyes roamed the street, looking for whatever had caught your eye. Spotting a blue car, his grinned sure he got it this time.

“That blue car there,” he said as he pointed at the vessel.

“Ugh how are you so good at this?” You whined, pouting at the fact that he got another guess right.

Felix shrugged and chuckled. He pulled you along in the direction of your home, wanting to get back as soon as possible.

A few minutes later, you arrived at your home. Felix pressed his finger against the scanner on the door, the box emitting a tune signaling it accepted his fingerprint. You both tumbled into your home, laughing at the joke you had just made.

Felix dropped the bags he was holding and pulled you in for a kiss, swallowing your shriek of surprise. You relaxed instantly in his embrace, matching his pace as he moved his lips with yours.

He pulled away for a moment before pressing a sweet kiss to your lips again and again until you were giggling, your face warm, and heart fluttering at his affection.

“Such a sweet sound,” Felix cooed as he pressed another kiss to your lips.

“Come on, let’s get the snacks ready! I’m ready to have a nice soak!”

You both decided to have a relaxing night in your hot tub, the weather not too cold or hot. You began cutting up various fruits and veggies, as Felix gathered some sweets.

“Make sure to get my favorite cookies!” You reminded him as he piled the plate high with a bunch of his homemade brownies.

“Right,” Felix said as he snapped his fingers, hurriedly searching through the inventory for your favorite chocolate cookies.

You chuckled and began plating the food you just cut up. Satisfied with your work, you walked to your closet, reaching in to pull out your swim suit.

You let out a shriek as Felix wrapped his arms around you and peppered wet kisses on your neck, mumbling at how beautiful you were.

You giggled as you attempted to get away, but to no avail as his hold on you was iron tight.

Felix spun you around before crashing his lips to yours, kissing you passionately as he moaned. You let out a whimper as he nipped at your lip, your core dripping with arousal as you clutched onto his shirt.

But, what were you doing? You both really shouldn’t be doing…whatever this is.

You pulled away suddenly, ignoring the look of shock on Felix’s face. You grabbed your swimsuit and made your way to the bathroom, letting Felix know you’d meet him outside.

Felix stood rooted in place confused, wondering what he did wrong. He always kisses you like this, shows you this type of affection ever since that night of the storm.

Typically you didn’t mind, fully embracing his kisses, cuddles, and teasing. What made you pull back like that?

Felix slowly turned around and began to change, slipping on his swim trunks and tossing his shirt to the side. He went outside and made his way to the hot tub, his mind preoccupied with what just happened.

He lowered himself in the warm water, sighing as he felt his muscles loosen. Shortly after he got in, you came out, slowly making your way to the hot tub.

Felix tried not to ogle at you, at your curves that were accentuated in the swim suit that barely covered anything. He felt his self blush and his cock twitch.

He needed to calm down and not ruin this night. He took a few deep breaths as he closed his eyes, opening them a few moments later feeling renewed.

You placed the snacks down before getting in and sitting next to Felix.

You both sat there in silence, looking anywhere but at each other. Felix traced the bubbles that popped up in the water, his fingers drifting closer to you.

The tension was thick, palpable in the night air. You tried to focus on the bubbles, the way the warm water enveloped your body, but all you could think of was Felix.

Felix with his bubbly self. Felix and how he takes care of you, cooking, cleaning, treating you as if you are the only woman in the world. Felix with his blonde hair that you love to run your fingers through. Felix with the smile that makes you feel warm and fuzzy inside, your stomach doing flips as he looks at you.

Felix. Felix. Felix. That’s all your life has become since you’ve met him. Normally you wouldn’t care but you realized you were developing feelings for him, which was playing with fire.

You had a soulmate out there and so did Felix and here you both were playing house. You felt the tears form, threatening to spill over any moment as you continued to think of him.

You couldn’t do this. Excusing yourself, you got out of the water and walked back to the house. Felix stared after you, his lower lip trembling.

He’s messed up, big time. You can’t even look at him. He stayed a little longer, his mind racing over the last few months and how things were.

He remembers your sweet smile as he cooks yet another amazing meal for you. He remembers your giggles as he spun you around the room, dancing to the slow song on the radio. He remembers your sweet face as he rained kisses down your face and neck, the sweet sounds you’d make as he nipped at your skin.

Things were perfect and he blew it. Wiping the stray tears that had fallen, he gets up and gathers the untouched plates and carries them to the house.

You left the lights on for him, but you yourself were asleep, buried underneath your layers of blankets. He tidied up as quietly as he could and then changed.

He figured you would want your space tonight, so he made his bed on the couch, somewhere he hasn’t slept in ages. As he lays down and looks at the ceiling, his heart breaks once more, this time because of his own stupidity.

He has to fix this, make things right. And he needs to do it soon.

Things between you two did not improve. It was the middle of spring with the flowers blooming and most days the rain fell from the sky blanketing the world with a chill that went to the bone.

Felix still resided with you, still made your meals, made sure you had everything you needed. He gave you your space, too scared to approach you and here you tell him to leave for good.

You worked long hours, opting to stay at the office then be with Felix in your small house. You figured if he was out of sight, he couldn’t plague you with his puppy dog eyes and sweet pouts as he doted on you.

However, that came to an end when Felix pleaded for you to come back at a decent hour and let him cook for you. You wanted to say no, but then he looked at you with wide eyes, his pink lips in a pout.

As you stared at him, you caved agreeing to his dinner. You tried not to break the facade as he grinned, his eyes sparkling at your acceptance.

You left for work as usual, your mind preoccupied with the little night he had planned for you two. You were nervous, not having spent a night alone with him since…well since that one fated fall night.

You willed the day to go slowly, but of course that was not the case, the end of your shift approaching rather quickly.

To make matters worse, your boss let you off early, thinking they were doing you a service to get your weekend started early.

Grabbing your bags, you made your way home, opting to walk instead of riding in a hover car. Approaching your door, you placed your finger on the scanner, the pad turning green.

You stepped in your apartment, taking in the scent of something delicious being cooked in the kitchen. You kicked off your shoes and padded into the kitchen, watching as Felix scampered around the space, adding finishing touches to the meal.

It took him a while to notice you but once he did he yelped, startled at your presence.

“Y/n!” Felix said as he rushed to your side.

“Welcome home!” He said as he grasped your hand, ushering you to the kitchen. “Sit, sit.”

You sat down and waited as he dished up dinner. You had to admit everything smelled and looked amazing. Felix dished his plate and the sat down.

“Well let’s dig in!” Felix exclaimed as he picked up his fork.

You forked some of the pasta into your mouth, your eyes rolling back at the flavors as they burst on your tongue. You recovered quickly as you continued to shovel food into your mouth. How could you be mad at this man when he cooks like this?

Felix watched from the corner of his eyes, pleased that you enjoyed his meal. He needed tonight to go well. He would reveal it all to you, his purpose, his reason.

Halfway through the meal, he decided to begin, thinking it was as good a time as ever.

“Y/n, can we talk?”

You put your fork down and looked at Felix. Here we go, you thought.

“I want to explain to you why I’m here.” Felix took a deep breath before continuing on. “I’m from the future and if you remembered, my soulmate was actually not mines but someone else’s. The matchmakers proposed I go back in time to find my true soulmate, to start over almost. To find…you.”

Silence rang out through the space, neither of you saying a word.

Felix was your soulmate? Felix is your…

Maybe that’s why it just always felt good, felt right with him. Why you always trusted him.

Felix is your soulmate.

You felt your heart beat, your cheeks flush, as you fumbled with your fingers. You didn’t dare look at Felix, ashamed at how you’ve treated him over the last few months.

Shit. What a mess this is.

“Y/n?” Felix inquired cautiously.

“Sorry. I was just processing everything.”

You truly were, your brain trying to wrap around the fact that you found your soulmate.

“I’m sorry. I just felt like you should know. The timing felt right.”

You nodded agreeing. You got up and started clearing the dishes, your mind reeling with his words. Felix helped you, working silently along you.

After you set the dishes down, you turned and almost bumped into him. You muttered an apology and cautiously looked him in the eye.

Felix stared back at you, his lips parted. You watched as a strand of his hair fell in his face. His beautiful, perfect face. You stood still as he came closer, until he wrapped his arms around your waist.

You both stood there in your kitchen, gazing into each other’s eyes, taking in every detail, of the need and lust hidden behind the orbs.

You held your breath as Felix leaned forward to connect his lips to yours, the feeling so familiar, as if he was welcoming you home.

Your lips moved together softly, gently, neither one of you in a rush. You wrapped your arms around his neck, your fingers teasing the hairs there as he deepened the kiss.

Felix moaned as his tongue met yours, the two appendages tangling together in a passionate dance. He needed more of you. He trailed his hands down your waist, your thighs, tapping the flesh to signal you to jump.

You caught on and jumped, wrapping your legs around his waist. Felix walked you to your bed, his lips on yours whenever he got the chance.

Right as he got to your bedroom, he tripped over his feet, dropping you in the process. You landed on your back, shocked as Felix tumbled onto the floor.

“Oh my god! Are you ok?” You asked, scrambling to peer over the edge of the bed.

“I’m fine,” Felix responded, his face red in embarrassment.

You chuckled, not believing that just happened. Felix looked at you in shock, his embarrassment increasing so much so his ears turned red.

“Oh come here,” you giggled pulling him on top of you.

You crashed your lips on his, smiling as he immediately reciprocated. You lost yourself in his kisses as his hands wandered your body, trailing his fingertips along your skin, goosebumps rising in its wake.

Felix moaned as he cupped your breasts, massaging the flesh gently. He could feel his cock swell, straining against the fabric of his boxers. He ground his hips into yours, his bulge nudging your clothed core.

You whimpered at the feel of him, canting your hips up into his, silently begging for more. Felix leaned back and shucked his shirt and sweats off and made his way to you, helping you rid yourself of your clothes.

You laid bare before him, your chest heaving as you panted, your slick leaking out of your pussy.

Felix gazed down at your body, feeling like he was in heaven.

“So beautiful and all mine,” he whispered as he parted your legs to slot himself between them.

He connected his lips to yours once more as he grasped his cock, running it through your folds. You were so wet, your slick coated his length as he teased you over and over.

“Please Lix,” you begged, wrapping your arms around his neck.

You let out a groan as he slowly pushed in, his cock sending shocks of pain through your core as he stretched you open. You whimpered as he continued to push in, slowly, gently until he was completely inside you, his cock sheathed snuggly in your warm walls.

“Are you ok?” Felix asked, concern laced in his eyes.

You nodded and swiveled your hips, silently begging him to move. Felix grinned before pulling out just to push back in right. Over and over and thrusted into you, the pain transitioning to pleasure as he fucked you.

He watched you with every thrust, not wanting to miss your moans, your little pants, the way your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he hit your sweet spot over and over.

“Taking me so well love. God I love you y/n.” Felix groaned as he snapped his hips into yours.

He wasn’t going to last long, not with how you clenched around him, how you whispered his name. He reached down to thumb at your clit, grinning as you let out a squeal at the added pleasure.

“That’s it love, feels good doesn’t it?” Felix teased as he circled the bud, adding more pressure as he dragged his cock within your walls.

You looked up at Felix, how flushed he looked above you as he fucked you, as your walls took him like you were made for him. You felt more arousal gush out of you as you remembered you were made for him.

You were his. He was yours.

And as your mind flooded with that thought, the way his finger thumbed your clit, at how he fucked you just right, your orgasm washed over you causing you to let out a straggled moan.

Your walls clenched around him rhythmically as you came, driving him insane. Felix let out a growl as he stilled his hips against yours, his cum flooding your walls.

He leaned down and pressed his lips to yours, mumbling “you're mine,” again and again.

“I’m yours,” you breathed out as you came down within your lovers arms.

The days passed into summer, each day a treat with Felix by your side. You both have found each other and that was something to celebrate on a daily basis.

Felix showered you with love, waking you up with kisses as he slid between your thighs, making love to you as the sun rose in the sky, bathing you both with its warm light.

He made sure you were well fed, that you wanted for nothing. He peppered you with kisses whenever he could, loving how you would giggle as he kissed your nose, your cheeks, your lips, your neck.

Life was good which is something you haven’t been able to say in a long time. — — You both sat in bed one morning, tangled in each others embrace. As you slid your fingers through his hair, you hummed a little song, happy and content.

Felix lifted his head up and smiled. “What has my love so happy this morning?”

“Hmm maybe you,” you chuckled as you pulled him close.

“Now why is that I wonder,” he teased as he pressed a kiss to your lips and pushed his cock within you.

“Ah Felix!” You groaned as he rocked his hips into yours, slow and gentle as the wind gently blew through your open window.

Felix buried his head in your neck as he brought both of you to your highs, your fingers playing with his hair.

“Y/n, this pussy, your sweet pussy.” Felix moaned as your pussy clenched around him.

“You’re mine!” He growled as he bite into the side of your neck, soothing the area with his tongue afterwards.

“I’m yours!” You whimpered as you came, wrapping your legs around him.

Felix’s hips stuttered as he reached his climax, his seed painting your walls white in the early morning hours.

He collapsed on top of you, steadying his breath as he came down. You both laid there in silence, basking in each other’s afterglow.

“So what happens now?” You asked breaking the silence. “Do I come back with you? To the future?”

Felix thought for a moment. Deep down he knew what he had to do, but he didn’t want to leave you. What if it doesn’t work and he doesn’t see you again in the future?

No, he wasn’t going to take that chance. He would bring you with him.

“Come with me. We can go back together.”

You considered his words for a moment. You didn’t want to part with him, so going with him seemed like the best option.

“Hmmm ok,” you agreed.

“Let’s get dressed and we can go back to the agency and see what we can do.”

You agreed and got up with him. You both showered and got dressed quickly, not wanting to waste any more time.

Felix hailed a hover car and you both got in, directing the driver to go to the agency. Once there, Felix ushered you quickly to the matchmaker’s office, hoping to see Mavis.

He grinned when he saw her, running up to the woman and accidentally startling her.

“Mr. Lee! What are you doing here?”

“I was successful Mavis! I found my soulmate. We’re ready to go back!”

Mavis looked over his shoulder and saw you standing a ways back, swaying back and forth slightly.

“Ah, I can see that,” Mavis said with approval. “Come with me.”

She led both of you to the room Felix was in before, the Time Machine familiar this time around.

“Alright, get in,” Mavis said gesturing towards the glass box.

Felix grabbed your hand and pulled you into the box. Once settled, Felix gave Mavis the thumbs up, signaling you both were ready.

Mavis nodded and pressed a few more buttons, the buzzing sound Felix remembered from last time intensifying.

Felix turned to you and pressed a kiss to your lips.

“I love you,” he whispered.

“I love you too,” you gushed as you squeezed his hand.

The air began to ripple, the room began to disintegrate. The air became thin, both of you gasping for breath as a pain hit your stomachs.

Felix closed his eyes briefly as he felt a stabbing pain in his chest. He squeezed your hand in earnest, hoping it would be over soon.

However, time passed and the feeling remained.

Something wasn’t right.

Felix opened his eyes and stared ahead in horror as his eyes took in the vast emptiness. You were still with him, gripping his hand as tight as you could, your face laced with pain.

“Y/n!” He said, wrapping you in his arms.

Felix looked around. You were both in an empty space, nothing was around. No people, no buildings, no trees. Nothing.

He felt like he was going to throw up, the pain in his chest slowly dissipating, but not fast enough.

You both sank to your knees, kneeling on air, clutching each other.

How is this possible? Where are you? Was there a malfunction with the machine?

Felix screamed for help, pleading, begging for anyone to help him. To help you.

But to his horror, no one came to the rescue, both of you trapped in some type of glitch.

Felix held you in his arms, glancing at your beautiful face. At least he had you, his soulmate.

That’s why he went back into he past in the first place right?

To find his soulmate and here you were with him, in his arms.

His soulmate, someone he can love for eternity and you both had eternity now locked in whatever place you were in.

He brushed your hair away from your face, and gazed into your beautiful brown eyes and whispered

“I love you.”

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[nana-luvy]

. 𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐭 (𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐨𝐨𝐫) .

warnings: angst, before TLT, violent!Luke, mention of reader being harmed (lightly), harsh language, basically a verbal fight

In which you can't recognize the one you love, locked on the other side of the door, anymore.

(i'm sorry it's very angsty but ummm... i had an idea. <3)

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The air was fragrant and cool at camp, the nights starting to get warmer as the summer was coming closer, carrying the smell of blossoming strawberries and cedar wood. It was this kind of quiet night when you’d tuck yourself to sleep and fall into a deep slumber in no time, lulled by the sounds of the insects hiding in the wild grass. But tonight, Luke wasn’t in his cabin, he was in yours.

Your eyes fluttered open as you caught the noise of the door creaking open, a faint noise clear in the stillness of the empty cabin, all your half-siblings leaving for the year while you stayed at camp, knowing it was the only trusted place for you, the only warm place. Luke slipped inside, closing behind him softly, and you could see him stand there for a moment, the moonlight filtering through the window casting it's eerie glow on his features.

“Luke?” You asked, voice hoarse as you tried to wake up. “What-” But you didn’t get to finish your sentence as you heard his quiet sob, the faint light reflecting on the single tear rolling down his cheek.

“I couldn’t sleep…” Luke simply said, his voice, strained and brittle, cutting through the silence as he walked towards the bed. You immediately shifted on the mattress, making space on one side and opening the comforter. He quickly laid next to you, face buried in your neck and arms wrapped around your waist while you tucked him under the covers.

“The nightmares again ? Do you wanna talk about it…?” Your voice was soft but hesitant, knowing how sensitive he must've been in this moment.

It wasn’t the first time that he’d come in the middle of the night, tears staining his cheeks as he cuddled against you for comfort, but these past few weeks it had only seemed to intensify. And you couldn't help the worry that was bubbling in your chest when you’d hear him sniffling, vulnerable at your side, while you couldn't do more than just try to comfort him.

You brushed a few wild curls out of the side of his face, caressing his cheek softly as he hesitantly spoke, his strained voice muffled against your skin. “I… It’s getting worse…”

It was kind of a ritual now, for the both of you: when his dreams were becoming too dark, too unbearable, he’d come to you, day or night, and you’d help him get through it. At first, he’d hide the nightmares behind cocky smiles and flirty words, but as time passed by, the cracks in his walls deepened and he finally let you in.

But this night felt different, though.

Luke let out a shaky breath against your skin. “I can’t- I don’t know how much longer I’m gonna be able to take it…” he admitted, the whisper of his voice tainted in helplessness, and it broke your heart.

“Do you wanna..tell me about it ? Let it out ?” you asked, trying to keep your voice soft and soothing through the worry that troubled your mind, combing your fingers through the boy’s curls fondly.

But his breathing was still shallow in the crook of your neck, feeling him tighten his hold on your waist as he spoke. “It’s him. It’s Kronos…”

“What.. what do you mean, Luke?”

“It’s… he’s- he’s speaking to me, talking to me in my dreams, bringing monsters with him and images of chaos, telling me things…”

You rested your head on his, trying to keep grounded, but your breath felt stuck in your throat. You’d heard stories, Kronos turning former campers mad, even cast down in Tartarus, getting in their mind and turning them against themselves… But they were stories, that’s all they were.

“It’s not real, Luke.” you said softly, turning his face to make him look back at you, pushing his curls away and resting a chaste kiss on his forehead. “He’s not here, it’s just a bad dream. I’m here.” you continued, cupping his cheek.

“It feels real, too real.” His voice cracked, his eyes watering. “It’s like… like he knows everything, everything I’ve ever thought, every doubt I’ve ever had. He’s showing me things, visions, showing me what it could be like if-”

“Luke.” Your tone was firmer, trying to stop his spiraling, his eyes covered in a veil of confusion. “Whatever he’s showing you, it’s not real, it’s a lie, you know it right ?”

Luke shook his head, like trying to banish the thought, furrowing his eyebrows as he answered. “But what if it’s not ? What if it was possible ? A world without them, without the Gods ? Kronos might be right, about how the Gods don’t care about us, how we’re just pawns..” His teeth were gritted harshly, pain and anger clouding his vision. “It’s always them first, their rules, their wars… They’ve proven it, over and over agai-” His voice broke in a low sob, a single tear rolling on the side of his face to land in his hair at the memories flooding his mind. “What about us…?”

You exhaled shakily, feeling his breathy words tugging at your heart like a mirror to the injustices you were reminded of everyday, yet trying to keep your voice steady and your mind out of the black waters that threatened to engulf you. “It’s not you talking, Luke… It’s him.”

He didn’t answer, instead closing his eyes and pulling you closer to rest his head on your chest, his hands gripping your shirt. “I’m scared..” he admitted in a breath, so soft the wind could’ve carried it away.

You could only hug him back, laying your head in his soft curls and breathing in his comforting smell. “I’m not going anywhere, Castellan, you don’t have to go through this alone. I’m here, always.”

None of you said anything after that, only hearing the noises outside the cabin to lull you back to sleep. But as Luke’s breath steadied, your eyes stayed open, your expression grim and pained. Because you didn’t know if you could save him this time.

The following night didn’t hold the same calm as before, grey clouds covering the stars and darkening the atmosphere. Few birds were still singing, the insects had stopped buzzing… You felt uneasy, the feeling creeping up your back as you went to bed. But you realized it wasn’t just the weather that had changed, the stormy clouds finding echo in the eyes of Luke, standing once again at the foot of your bed. He had been distant all day, face pale and eyes rimmed with dark circles, and you couldn’t help the discomfort you felt.

You didn’t say anything when since he’d come in, only shifting on one side of the bed and opening the covers like you were used to, but he only sat at the edge, turning his back on you. And you didn’t have anything to ask, because you could feel it too: the storm brewing inside of him.

He was the one to break the silence.

“I’m done pretending.”

A look of hurt flashed in your gaze, not that he could see it, hearing his voice hoarse and.. cold, it made the blood beat at her temples. “Pretending ? What do you mean ? What is it, Luke ?” You sat straighter.

He swallowed hard, and you could see the tightening of his jaw from the side. “I’m done acting like I can ignore it, pretending like I can fight it. Kronos isn’t going to stop, and I’m tired of convincing myself he’s wrong in what he shows me.”

Your breath caught in your throat, carefully extending a hand to lay it on his shoulder, squeezing gently. “Luke, calm down a second. This isn’t you, you don’t have to-”

“Except I do.” His tone was firm, cutting like a knife through your words. “He’s offering me everything I could ever want : power, control, a way to finally over overthrow the Gods and their dangerous games where they use us as they please. He’s giving me a chance to make them all pay.”

“Luke, stop, you can’t possibly-” As you spoke you tried to come closer, he shook your hand away, standing up in a swift movement, cutting you off in a gasp of surprise.

“I can make everything better, we can make it all better..” he replied, starting to pace the small space between your bed and the one next to it.

You stood up from the bed too, making a few steps in his direction until he stood right in front of you, looking down into your eyes, and you could almost see the storm raging behind his eyes. “What are you talking about…” you breathed out, almost confused as to how he could even be considering the idea. “You can’t just give up and join Kronos.”

“Why not ?” he asked, louder than intended. “Why can’t I ? I mean, you hate the Gods too, how can you not get it ? Kronos could mean the end of an era of pain and suffering, the end of those we despise so much. I hate them just as much as you, you even said it yourself, how it disgusts you the way they use us and discard us like we’re nothing to them. Now is our chance.” he stepped closer, taking your hand in his, “You said it yourself, we deserve more.”

You shook your head, eyebrows furrowing as your throat tightened. “I said that because I was angry, Luke. But it’s not the right way to change things, we can’t bring more chaos to banish another one. You can’t just wish to destroy everything that’s ever been to bring peace.” You squeezed his hand, hoping it’d bring him back to you.

But he only snapped, escaping your grasp. “You don’t get it !” His eyes widened at his own reaction, taking a deep breath before continuing. “It’s the only way. You should be on my side, you should want this… Think about it : if we take down the gods, we can do whatever we want. We can make the world ours. No more suffering. No more wars. Just us.”

“No, Luke.” you said, trying to sound firm and definitive through the tremble of your voice, the emotions taking over you as you felt like you were watching your boyfriend slowly go crazy. “It’s not as simple as Kronos is making you believe. If chaos is brought to the world, if you bring it, people will be hurt, caught in crossfire, people who have no part in this war, people who don’t deserve harm over a fight that’s not theirs to begin with.”

The boy ran a frustrated hand through his curls, messing them up further more, looking to the ground, before taking a step back. “You don’t understand ! Listen to me !” he spat. His eyes were wild now, dark, like all the amber in them that made it him had been swallowed by a black pit clouding his judgement, and his voice was only getting louder, his tone harsher. “They’ve always been the problem, the ones pulling the strings. They’ve been using us for their war games and petty squabbles for as long as anyone could remember, and they never cared about us in the littlest.” He gritted his teeth, trying to swallow the anger he could feel bubbling up his throat.

You took a step back, a wave of worry and fear washing over you at the sight of his knuckles, turning white from how tight he as clenching his fists. Was this in front of you a controlled version of his emotions? “Please, Luke. Think about this. Think about the people we know, the ones who have nothing to do with this fight. Think about your mom-”

But you didn’t get to finish your sentence.

“Don’t you fucking dare speak about my mother!” His voice thundered through the cabin, making you flinch. “Who the fuck are you to bring her up? You think you know so well, huh? Always wanting to have the last word, but what do you even know, in the end?”

You swallowed hard, backing up again, fearing the anger you saw consuming his will behind his eyes. You could see the struggle in them, the conflict raging, torn between the man you knew him to be, and the monster Kronos was starting to shape. “I”m just trying to help..” you whispered, all the voice you could muster as you looked down to your feet, feeling tears starting to blur your vision.

You flinched again when he shouted. “I don’t need your help! I don’t need you to try and save me, I need you to stand by me. To fight by my side and do what needs to be done, for all of us.”

His eyes were full of a craze you couldn’t see through at this point, and before you could react, his hand shot out and grabbed your wrist, tugging you roughly towards him. “Come with me.” His voice was raw and desperate, demanding. “We could wake things better. Together.”

But the more he spoke, the harsher was his grip on you, and you gasped as a sharp pain shot through your arm, folding you forward with you head hanging low. “Luke!” you cried, trying to pull away but to no avail, his grip only tightening as his desperation bled into his every movement. “Stop, you’re hurting me!”

The boy’s face immediately twisted in confusion, in pain when he looked down at your wrist and in remorse when he hastily let go and saw the red mark on your skin. For the first time since the beginning of the night, you saw a flicker of realization in his eyes.

“I’m- I didn’t mean to-”

“No, Luke.” You cut him off, gritting your teeth, taking a step back as he tried to reach out again but stopped just short of touching you. Your voice broke, tears threatening to spill from your eyes with every word. “This isn’t you, you have to put yourself together, please. Come back to me…”

But when he didn’t move, only standing there with this crazed gaze in his eyes, you turned on your heels before a tear finally tumbled from your eyes, heading for the door. “I can’t do this. Not like this.” But behind the tremor in your voice, there was a determination Luke only understood too late, when he heard the clicking of the lock behind the door.

Another tear fell on his face, but it didn’t hold sadness this time, it was full of rage, his teeth gritting and his jaw clenching hard. And other tears followed, like a tangible version of the emotions bubbling inside him, forming a lump in his throat as he took careful steps towards the door. He shook the handle, seeing it was indeed locked, trapping him inside.

His voice was soft as he spoke, tentative, trying to hide the shake in it. “Love, why would you-”

“You’re in no state to have a conversation Luke. Not with me, not with anyone. I can’t-” You choked out a sob, trying to muffle it behind your hand. “I can’t just let you go like this.”

On the other side, you heard him collapse against the door, his sobs muffled but still raw. But what you couldn’t see was the frustration and rage filling his eyes along with the tears, his expression hardening through his pleads. “Please, love,” he begged, his voice barely audible through the wooden door, “we can talk about this.”

“No, we can’t, that’s what you don’t understand.” Your own voice was a breath you couldn’t be sure he’d heard.

“Please, open the door. I can’t- I didn’t mean to hurt you, believe me I- I’m sorry. Please just… open the door, sweetie.”

A shiver ran up your spine at his words, like spoken from another, the nickname sounding so familiar yet so foreign in this instant. You stayed silent, tears streaming down your face as each of his word went tugging at your heartstrings, and you knew you couldn’t do as he wanted, he’d only succeed in pulling you into his madness. And you couldn’t let him do that, not when it could hurt him, you, or anyone for that matter.

“Can we just forget about it?” he whispered. “Can we not fight anymore?”

Your heart shattered as you rested your head back against the door, cold wood against your back, only letting out a pained sigh: you wanted to let him out, you wanted to stop the nonsensical fight, but you just couldn’t. Because this time, you didn’t see a way to save him, not when the storm brewing inside of him had already started to destroy everything.

For a minute there was no talking, no words exchanged, only your ragged breathing and the rustle of Luke’s movements on the other side of the door to fill the heavy silent of the night. Your pulse raced at your temples, the weight of the fight still hanging in the air like a stormy cloud, ready to burst again.

“Babe..” His voice broke the silence, even as just a faint whisper. “Babe, please… Open the door.”

You could hear it, the sound of his forehead hitting the door to rest on it, his uneven breathing his quiet sobs and over everything — the anger, the pain filling the space between you two. You could almost feel it, the insidious, dark, suffocating kind of pain that was slowly consuming him. You closed your eyes tightly and held your breath, like shutting him out would make it easier, but it only made his voice the only thing you could focus on, and you truly didn’t know what could make it easier anymore.

“I’m scared, Luke…” you said, the words slipping out of your mouth quicker than you could hold onto them. “You’re scaring me.”

On the other side of the door, the brunette’s breath hitched.

“I’m sorry I- I didn’t mean to scare you. I just… I don’t know what to do anymore, I can’t…” he trailed off, like the weight of his emotions had shattered him.

The last thing you wanted was to feel this distance between you two, on each side of the door, to hear him this way, to hear the desperation in his voice and know that the one person who made you feel home was being pulled into the darkness.

“Luke, just calm down, breath.” you said, your voice shaking, as you tried to follow your own instructions. “You have to think straight, get the control. He can’t make you do what you don’t want to do.”

“I’m trying,” he responded, his voice thick with emotion. “I can’t… It’s too much. You don’t get it. You don’t understand how much it hurts, how much it—” He cut himself off with a jagged breath. Luke felt like his anger from earlier had been replaced with something quieter, more broken, and it almost felt worse. He was falling apart right there, on the other side of the door, like trying to claw his way out of himself but only falling deeper in what was taking over.

“I get it, Luke,” you said, your voice a little stronger this time, though it still cracked in a quiet sob. “I know you’re hurting. But this isn’t the way, you can’t just give in to him. You’re stronger than this.”

The boy’s answer shot quick and quiet, tinged in finality. “Maybe I’m not,” he started, sounding even more resigned and distant than before. “Maybe I’m not as strong as you think i am, maybe I’ve just been pretending to be someone I’m not for too long.”

Your hands clenched into fists at your sides as you slid down the wood panel, sitting on the cold door-step, tears still cascading down your cheeks and wetting your pajama shorts. “That’s not true. You’re so strong, Luke, believe me. If anyone can resist, it’s you, and you have to resist. Because I’m here for you, but I wont be able to stand by and watch you burn everything to the ground if you let Kronos get in your head.”

Your whole body shook at the sharp ‘pang’ sound when he slammed his fist on the other side of the door, all your senses back in alert as you kept your own fists clenched to keep yourself from trembling. “But i don’t want you to ‘stand by’, I want you to join me!” he shouted, the words cutting. “I don’t want you to stay out of this, I want you to come with me. We can do anything if we’re together, we can lead the rebellion and get our life back, if we work together. Take this step with me.”

His voice was hoarse and you could clearly the frustration, the fury, the brokenness all tangled up together in it.

“No.” You shook your head, dismissing any thought that might go his way. “No Luke, I won’t be part of that. Not like this. I won’t let you tear everything down just to build something out of chaos. Think about it, about everything we’ve worked for, about the people we know. We’ve all already lost so much, and you want to shake this fragile peace. You want to destroy everything, but that’s not the answer. It’s not.”

There was silence, for a moment, only the pounding of your heart in your chest to fill your ears, before you heard a soft scraping sound on the door — his nails dragging over the wood, desperate, like trying to claw at the door from frustration.

“Please,” he whispered. “Please, love, just open the door. I… I can’t breathe. I can’t think straight. I need you.” His voice cracked on the last word, and you felt your chest tighten.

You got up again, resting your forehead against the wood, along with your hand, spreading your palm over where you thought his was. “You’re not yourself, Luke, you know I can’t..”

“Can we..” he immediately continued. “Can we just..not fight anymore ?” To you his voice sounded so fragile, like glass shattering in slow motion in front of your eyes, and the thought of how he must’ve been feeling, torn between himself and this darkness that slowly ate at his resolve, had your tears pouring faster on the ground below you.

And you didn’t have it in you to answer. The silence stretched again, and you event thought you heard him walk away from the door, which would only make it clear that he had given up, and the idea twisted your guts.

But then, you heard a soft knock on the door from the inside.

“Babe..”

Another knock, softer, quieter.

“Please, I can’t loose you…” he whispered, his voice almost completely muffled by the door between you. “I can’t lose you, I’m sorry, so sorry... I don’t know what’s happening to me, I swear I never wanted to hurt you. Just… just please, can we forget about this? Can we just go back to how it was before?”

You took a deep breath in, your free hand hovering over the lock, the temptation undo it pulling at you. Any possible word you could speak was stuck in your throat, only soft sobs getting past your lips, and you were torn with doubt.

“Sweetheart, please…” he sighed softly, with an edge of urgency, and you couldn’t see the way he gripped the latch on the other side. “I can’t… I can’t do this without you. Just open the door, okay? I promise, I’m fine. I just need you.”

The sweetness laced in his voice almost had you, but the cold, empty-sounding promise, the fake calm the dripped from his words had a chill run up your spine. “I don’t think I should, Luke, understand m-”

“What do you mean you shouldn’t ?” His tone sharpened immediately, a hint of frustration, cutting through. “Don’t you trust me ? After everything we’ve done ? Everything we’ve been through ?”

You tried to control it, but your voice was trembling again, eyes shut tight to focus through the tears. “Luke… This isn’t you-”

“You keep saying this like it makes sense!” he finally snapped, slamming his fist on the door and you yelped, startled, taking a step back as a reflex. But luck wasn’t on your side: you stumbled back, tripping over yourself as you forgot you were on a small step, and fell back on the porch, twisting your ankle in the process. “What the hell does that even mean? You don’t know me, not really. If you did, you’d understand why this matters! You’d see why I have to do this, why we have to do this.”

“I do understand!” you cried out, the pain shooting at your ankle as you tried to smooth over the skin, like it’d help with the forming bruise. “And I fucking know you, that’s what terrifies me! Because now I see clearly how Kronos uses you, twisting you into this thing you’re n-”

“Kronos is not twisting me! He’s opening my eyes, he shows me the truth, about the gods, about this world, about everything. And you’d see it too, if you weren’t so blinded by your trust.”

You covered your mouth with your hand, bringing your legs closer and pressing your knees to your chest, and you could feel the anger bubbling inside of you, the feeling of this unfair words thrown at you burning in your mind. But you couldn’t be mad, because you knew it wasn’t him talking, it couldn’t be.

“Luke-” you choked out, immediately cut off.

“You think you’re so much better than me, yeah?” You could practically hear the venom dripping from his voice. “Sitting there, judging me from the other side of this door like you’re some kind of saint. You have no idea what I’ve been through, what I’ve sacrificed…”

You carefully pulled yourself up, wincing with each step taken towards the door. “I’m not judging you, I’d never-” Your voice cracked, a sob escaping the seal of your lips. “I’m trying to help you, please let’s just.. Let’s calm down, we can talk-”

“No!” He roared, hitting the stone wall at his side. “You know what, I don’t need you. But know that if you’re not with me, you’re choosing to be against me. No more talking now, no more lies. Just open this door, or I swear I’ll-” He stopped abruptly, and, for a moment there, the silence was deafening. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to yell. I just… I need you, okay? I can’t do this without you.”

You squeezed your eyes shut, hand reaching to the wood of the door between you two, trying to ground yourself. Because as sweet as his words were, you could hear them clear as day: the manipulation, the sugarcoated words he knew you’d fall for, the weakened voice he was luring you in with. And it took all your resolve to not open the door and tell him you’d follow him anywhere. Your blood ran even colder at his next words, low and sharp as a blade.

“Don’t make me wait, babe. You don’t want to see what happens if you keep me out here.”

“Stop!” you shouted back, for the first time of the night that felt like eternity. “Do you even hear yourself? You’re throwing nonsense in your words, you’re contracting yourself, your speech i conflicted- Get a fucking hold, Luke! Hear what you say, you’d never say that, it’s just ideas he’s putting in your head. Just think, for the gods’ sake!” But you immediately regretted, leaning your forehead on the door with your hand clutching the handle. Knowing you couldn’t get yourself to open anyway.

There was a long pause, the air thick with tension. Then came the sound of something heavy hitting the door, a loud, bone-chilling thud that made you jump, eyes shut tightly again.

“Let me out!” he shouted from the other side, his voice raw and furious. “I said let me out!”

You slightly stumbled back, this time minding the step, your chest heaving as panic set in. He was relentless now, pounding on the door with a force that made it rattle in its frame.

“Luke, stop!” you screamed through the loud banging, pressing your hands to your ears to try and shut it all out: it was getting way too much for you to take in. The banging continued, each impact like a hammer to your heart. You could hear him on the other side, his breath ragged, his words slurred with anger and desperation.

You eventually came back closer, turning around to sink back against the wall next to the door, knees tucked to your chest with you hands still firmly pressed on your ears. “I’ll wait,’ you said softly, not knowing if you said it for you or for Luke, “I’ll wait until you’re back to your senses, Luke. I’m not leaving you, don’t worry…”

The banging slowed, the impacts growing weaker, but the tension in the air was still suffocating. You could hear him breathing on the other side, harsh and uneven, like a storm refusing to pass.

“You’ll see,” he muttered, his voice low and bitter. “You’ll see that I was right. And when you do, don’t come crawling back to me.”

You pressed your hands to your face, tears streaming freely now as his words echoed in your mind. This wasn’t him, and you could only hope he’d win the fight that was raging inside his mind.

You must’ve had fallen asleep at some point, because when you lifted your head, you saw the first rays of the sun hitting your eyes, painting its orange hues in the now perfectly clear sky, and the events of the night quickly came back to you. You quickly turned towards the door, reaching for the lock, moving your ankle and hissing in the process as a sharp pain shot through your leg.

“Shit, forgot about that one…”

Carefully, this time, you got up, unlocking the door before twisting the handle, opening the door. The light was filtering through the windows, the early morning atmosphere always your favorite as it cast this eerie glow inside the cabin, but what really caught your eye was the figure sat on the floor, head resting back against a hard wall: some of his dark curls were sticking to his dark forehead, his eyes were lined with dark circles, half open in what looked like a sleepy daze, and his arms rested limply over his knees, loosely drawn up. And you could only imagine you looked just as rough.

Luke’s eyes fluttered as you came into his field of vision, and for a moment there was silence, just staring at each other as neither of you found it in yourself to speak first. You could see now how his eyes, wild and taken over with madness hours ago, were now bloodshot, full an aching sorrow, their usually mischievous glint dulled.

“I…” His lips parted but the tightness in his throat only grew, and he dropped his gaze, ashamed. “I don’t.. don’t know what to say…” he only whispered, not daring to look back at you.

Your heart sank low in your chest at his tone, and you carefully took a few step closer, hissing as pain throbbed in your ankle, which immediately caught his attention. His eyes shot to your swollen ankle, then up your wrist, lined in a faint purple where he’d grabbed you earlier, panic and remorse etched on his face.

“Gods.. I did that.” His voice was breathy, weak, as he reached for your hand only to stop halfway, shuffling away from you a little. “I don’t know what- I hurt you.” Tears threatened to spill from his eyes, twinkling in the faint morning light. “I hurt you…”

“Luke, look at me.” you simply said, keeping him from spiraling as you took a seat next to him, laying back on the wall, your knees short of touching. “My ankle ? I’m just clumsy, okay ?” you lied, trying to ease his burden. “As for the rest… I need you to know it wasn’t you, okay ? Even if you remember, even if you feel like it was you, know it was Kronos. I would never blame you for what happened…”

And it was true, you could never have it in you to hold it against him, because in the end he had just been a puppet in someone else’s game, Kronos’ twisted game.

You reached for his hand, squeezing it between yours as you rested them on your knees, wanting him to really feel the sincerity of your words.

“But it was my hands.” His voice cracked, his emotions pouring in the tears that started slowly rolling on his cheeks, and you only wished you could kiss his troubles away like you did his tears, softly planting your lips on each pearl of salty water as one of your hands reached to cup his jaw. “I feel like a monster I- I didn’t mean to, I swear. I could never mean to hurt you…”

“And I believe you, Luke.” you whispered, voice trembling. “I know you were in there, fighting him, and now you’re here, not him, and you’re not hurting me. I’m not saying it didn’t happen, and you might have to work on it not happening again, for the sake of my wrist,” I continued, joking —though he did not take the joke, only growing gloomier, and my heart ached—, “but you can do this, I know it.”

A wry smile etched itself on the boy’s features, bitter laugh escaping his lips through the tears that had began to stop, and in this light, you’d never seen him look more exhausted. "I don’t know if I can fight him anymore," he admitted, his voice barely audible. "He’s… he’s always there. In my head. Whispering, pushing, pulling. I don’t even know where he ends and I begin anymore.”

You shifted closer, carefully resting your head on his shoulder, and, if he tensed at first, his body quickly relaxed, leaning back into yours. “Well, I am here to tell you, then. I want to help you, Luke, okay? I’m not leaving. We can figure this out, together.”

For a long time the two of you just stayed there, the warming rays of the sun filtering in the cabin, curls falling on your forehead when he laid his head upon yours. To you two it was more comforting than talking, somehow, sharing a moment and giving you both this feeling of belonging, even after a night you probably would never forget, like this soothing silence was a proof you could go through anything and remain like this, together.

Eventually, Luke shifted a little, gently brushing his cheek against your hair. “Do you think Chiron might be… able to help ?”

“I think it’s worth trying.” you whispered back, nuzzling his shoulder. “You’re not the first demigod to go through this, and he’s seen more of the worlds than we could ever fathom… Maybe he’ll even give you some wise centaur metaphor about life and balance ~”

And you couldn’t contain your smile at the sound of his small laugh, like a hug to your heart.

“Yeah, maybe you’re right…”

“More seriously, I’m sure he’ll listen to you, he’ll do the best he can to help.”

He nodded slowly, his eyes drifting back to the bruise on your wrist. His hand hovered near it, but he didn’t dare touch it. "I’m so sorry," he whispered, his voice breaking. "For everything.”

"I know," you said softly. "But it’s going to take more than apologies to fix this. You need to fight, Luke. Not just for me, but for yourself, okay ?” I pulled my head away, cupping one side of his face to look back at me. “It’s probably not gonna be easy, but it’s okay. And if you get lost trying to find your way back, I’ll get lost with you and we’ll make it out, I promise.” You finally said, eyes fluttering close and resting your forehead on his.

Hey people ~

Hope y'all enjoyed it, i do feel like i wrote the same thing in different fonts for most of the story but.... yeah... anyway-

Have a nice day lovess <3

[peterm4rker]

wondering why

🕸🕷✮⋆ [mark x reader] ...୨♡୧... wc. 2.5k w. none, lmk if you find any! fluff ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ

hey siri! play "wondering why" by the red clay strays

she comes from silver spoon, golden rule, private school

never missed sunday church

mark watched you from his place next to his father.

the way you focused on whatever you seemed to be embroidering, eyebrows furrowed and tongue poking out of your lips slightly. he couldn’t help himself, his eyes refused to move away from the astonishing beauty of your smooth skin and pretty eyes. his heart began to race as you looked up at him, catching his stare. he thought you were going to be weirded out at his dirty figure, but he was met with the prettiest smile he had ever seen. he smiled back instantly, his eyes lighting up with wonder before he was obliged to head back to earth by the voice of his father.

“mark, the scissors.” his voice was serious, a warning hidden in his tone. the boy muttered a small “sorry” as he hurried along to get the tool to his father. when he looked back at you, your eyes had long moved from him, and you didn’t meet them again until your own father’s voice rang.

“yn, come over here for a second” he spoke, his demanding tone almost sending a shiver down mark’s spine. you hurried over without a word, eyes connecting with mark’s for only a few seconds. “i need a dress made for her, she will be presented to society now that she is finally of age… the young man should start taking her measurements, the dress cannot be anything short of perfect for my princess.” 

your eyes were glued to the floor, as if you were ashamed of your father’s words. mark stared for a couple more seconds until his father nudged his side, urging him to follow the man’s orders. he moved quickly to grab the measuring tape and approach you. you raised your arms to give him the liberty to do his job, your lips chewing on your bottom lip out of nervousness. 

“i’m sorry you have to do this” you whispered, only for him to hear. your voice was sweet like honey, and it made mark’s insides twist in knots.

“i don’t mind” he muttered back, a small smile on his lips as he hid his desire for closeness behind the excuse of doing his job.

at eighteen years old, mark knew he wanted to marry you someday.

…

and i come from blue collar, low dollar

out here where concrete meets old red dirt

“you better be finding inspiration and not getting more of those impossible ideas of yours” mark’s father spoke as his reflection walked by mark’s on the glass. the young boy’s eyes were fixated on the suit that stood behind it, mind imagining himself wearing it while waiting for you at the bottom of the stairs of your house.

“are they really that impossible?” he asked, his tone breathless as he forced himself to tear his eyes away and jog to catch up with the man. he knew the answer he would receive, but he wanted oh so badly for it to change.

“dreams are dangerous for people like us, son” there was a hint of defeat in his father’s voice as they walked up the stairs that lead to your home. “we make the dress, not marry the bride.”

and those words stuck with him for days on end as he moved around you, sharing tender and oh so loving gazes as he pinned fabric around your body for a day he knew he would not be there to witness.

“you have soft hands” your voice rang in his ears, interrupting the peaceful silence that surrounded you in the empty room. “compared to your father’s”

“less years of hard work, he would say,” he mumbled as he stood behind you, fixing what would be the corset of your debutante dress.

“where is he, anyway? i’m sure my father had demanded his work for my big night” the last two words rang with sarcasm.

you felt his hands go more rigid than usual after the question “he has fallen ill, that’s why it's only me today” shit.

“i'm terribly sorry, i shouldn’t have asked” you voiced with regret, and you watched his reflection shake his head in the mirror.

“there is no way you could’ve known” mark reassured, attention still fixated on his job.

“i’m glad he has you to continue his labor” you spoke again, voice more tender this time.

mark’s eyes rose to find yours in the reflection, an eyebrow slightly raised. “do you, miss ln?”

his voice had sounded deeper than it usually did, and the way his breath hit the skin of your shoulder made a shiver run down your spine.

“i do.”

...

and i don't know what happened

but it sure don't add up on paper

the day had finally come. where you would walk down a flight of stairs wearing the dress that he made, a soft melody in the background that he wouldn’t get to hear while you held a hand that wasn’t his.

mark sat in the sand of the beach near your house, watching the ocean reach and recoil from his touch as you had done so many times in the past months. his eyes felt dry at the lack of the tears they had grown used to now that his father was gone, but there weren’t any left to relieve the itchiness. 

his hands played with the sand on his side, enjoying the warmth that contrasted how cold the skin of the last hand he held was. mark felt guilty, really, that he couldn’t keep his mind off of you even when his father had died. but he had spent months yearning for the moment he could tell you how gut wrenchingly in love he was with you, with the way you spoke, with the way you looked at him. and now he was too late, because he knew that if he had any chance with you before that stupid, rich people, ridiculous ball you had to attend, it was gone now. there wasn’t a single chance that you were going out of there without having been introduced to all the respectable, equally rich young men that your mother would just love to set you up with.

that’s what he thought, of course, before he heard your voice calling him from the distance. he snapped his head towards the sound, knowing that it was probably just his mind playing tricks on him. but it wasn’t, you were there, running up to him with your long white gown and your chest heaving as you tried to regain your breath.

he didn’t waste any more time before running in your direction, arms flying to support your tired body. “yn? what are you doing here?” he asked once he was finally at your side.

“i got in a fight with my father and ran away. i can't do it, mark” he noticed the way your face was wet with tears and guided you to sit down, hoping you could catch your breath before you passed out.

“what can’t you do?” he questioned further, his heart racing with possibility.

“i can’t be paraded like that when i know i’ve already met the man i want to spend my life with” your voice sounded more stable now and your eyes bored into his.

mark felt his breath hitch at your words “you have?”

“of course, why else did you think i ran all the way here? i was hoping to find you” your eyes didn’t leave his for a second, and he could see the honesty through them.

he didn’t answer your indirect confession, he didn’t have the words. the only thing he could do was press his lips to yours in a tender but passionate kiss, hoping that was enough to tell you he felt the same.

...

but when i close my eyes late at night

you can bet i thank my maker

“i’m sorry, i know it's not much but, uhm, you can take the bed and i’ll take the couch” mark spoke nervously as you entered his small house. you had stopped on your tracks, eyes wandering around the space.

“it's perfect” your voice made his eyebrows furrowed. he knew his house was far from perfect, even more in the eyes of someone like you.

“i don’t think the word “perfect” is the one you're looking for” he muttered, finally catching your eyes as you looked his way.

“i love it, mark” you smiled as you approached him, your hand shyly moving to his blushing cheeks. “i’m serious”

he couldn’t help but smile, kissing the palm of your hand in affection. “we should get you out of that dress before you ruin my masterpiece any further”

“already trying to undress me? have some decorum would you” you joked, eliciting a laugh to fall from his lips as he rolled his eyes.

“do you want to sleep with a corset on, then?” he raised his eyebrow. “although i do have to say, you look insanely beautiful” his words made your heart race as you watched his eyes look you up and down slower than he usually would.

“if you ever make me a dress with a corset again i will end your bloodline.” you said, face stoic. mark couldn’t help but burst out laughing.

“come on, i’ll give you some clothes and we can go to sleep” he looked at you one last time before guiding you to his room.

he waited outside while you changed, the white gown folded and discarded to the side as you walked towards the door. mark’s breath hitched once again as he saw how beautiful you looked, swallowed by the fabric of his clothes.

“like what you see?” your tone was teasing, but it flew right over his head as he took his time to go back into reality.

“you’re free to take the bed” he stammered as he quickly looked away as he realized how much he had been looking.

“would it be a lot to ask you to stay? i really don’t feel like being alone.” you asked as you looked down, a little nervous at his answer.

“if you’re sure, i would be more than happy to do so” the boy answered, his voice gone soft at the sight of you.

that’s how you ended up under mark’s covers, your head rested on his chest as he caressed your hair softly. you had fallen asleep the moment your body relaxed on his, and mark stayed awake just a few more moments to take everything in and mutter a quick “thank you” to the sky.

...

she keeps on loving me

loves me the way i am

“love, dinner is ready” mark heard your soft voice, seconds before he felt the warmth of your hand on his back.

“thank you, i’ll be right there” he turned his head to give you a tired smile, the eye bags under his eyes making you feel heavy at heart.

it wasn’t long until he sat in front of you on the dinner table, two plates served with hot food. 

“what’s on your mind, markie?” you asked as you noticed the way his eyes were fixated on the table, his fork barely playing with his food.

“this isn’t the life i promised i could give you” he spoke, his voice heavy as his eyes finally met yours.

“isn’t it? last time i checked you promised me a happy life, and i hadn’t known happiness like this until i ran away from that wretched house.” you smiled, reaching to hold his hand in yours. “i know you want to give me a life of glamour and expensive mansions, but we’ll get there eventually. and if we don’t, i don’t care, because you’re here and that’s all that's ever mattered to me.”

mark squeezed your hand as he listened to you, feeling his heart pound with love for you. you never failed to remind him why he had fallen in love with you, nor all the reasons you had fallen in love with him.

…

she's not just along for the ride

she's my biggest fan

“mark!” he heard your voice call out to him as you ran into the house, startling him with the high volume. he looked at you with confusion written all over his face as you shook the newspaper around excitedly. “look at this!”

said newspaper was planted in front of him, a picture of one of his clients wearing one of the dresses he had designed on the front cover. his eyes widened at the sight, his smile following right behind. “one of my dresses is on the front cover?” he asked, astonished.

“not only that! she mentioned you, look!” you pointed at a specific paragraph you had marked on the paper. he read the woman’s praising words toward his work, still not believing his eyes.

“this is insane, i don’t even know what to say…” mark’s eyes moved to yours, a smile overtaking his surprised face as he watched the way your eyes lit up with joy and slowly filled with tears.

your hands slowly made their way to his cheeks, caressing the skin with the pads of your thumbs ever so lovingly “i’m so proud of you, my love”

and right then and there, mark knew there was nothing he could ever do without you cheering for him in every step.

…

lord, it's a little old piece of heaven

when we lay down at night

mark climbed into your new bed in your new house, a slightly bigger one with a more comfortable mattress. it didn’t take long after he settled for you to cuddle up to his chest, looking for his warmth even in your sleep.

his arms surrounded your body and pulled you closer as he left a kiss on your forehead, allowing himself to admire your sleepy face. he remembered the moment you moved into the house, how your unwavering smile faltered at the sight of the bed.

“is there something wrong?” mark asked, his smile falling as he watched your eyebrows furrow.

“the bed is massive,” you answered. his confusion only grew further. what was wrong with a massive bed?

“did you want me to keep the older one, love? it was borderline a twin mattress” he questioned again, looking into your eyes.

“how on earth am i supposed to find you when we sleep?” you answered his question with one of his own. he watched you and waited for your signature laugh to fall from your lips and tell him you were just joking, but it never came.

“baby” the boy couldn’t help but chuckle, moving towards you to place his hands on your hips and bring you closer to leave a cast kiss on your lips. “we’ll be just as close, i will find you even if i have to wake up, i promise.”

his answer seemed to calm your troubled mind as you smiled and pulled him in for another kiss.”

…

she keeps on loving me

and i keep on wondering why

“hey mark?” your voice pierced the comfortable silence as you laid on a blanket on your balcony, staring up at the starry sky like you used to do on the terrace of your old apartment. the boy hummed, moving his head to stare at your side profile. “my mother reached out to me today” your words were said barely above a whisper.

mark felt his heart race, his disdain for those you called your family still present. “and what did she say?”

“she told me she saw you in the newspaper” your eyes were still fixated on the sky above “that shes pleasantly surprised about your success and that father wants us to have dinner over at the villa sometime”

mark had to suppress the urge to roll his eyes. a family that had never treated him or you as anything but a disgrace were now suddenly eager to enjoy a meal with him. he knew he would rather eat his own chopped liver than spend a minute inside that household, but he would do it if you wanted to. it wasn’t his family nor his place to decide. 

“and what did you say?” he asked and you finally turned your head towards him. mark felt as breathless as he had when he saw you for the first time. your eyes still looked like they held the entire universe.

“i told her to fuck herself” you erupted in a giggle as your words left your lips, and mark couldn’t help but laugh along side you.

he had always wondered why you loved him as much as you did, but god was he grateful you did.

★ blue's corner ;; i love love love this song and i watched the greatest showman yesterday, so i had to write this for my mental sanity. i hope you guys like it ! a special thank you to my beta reader and the cutest person alive @morkiee ★ taglist ;; @neozon3nha @winwintea @spacejip @dudekiss3r @yizhrt @lyvhie ★ back to the masterlist. ★ please do not copy, adapt or steal any of the content !!!

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Mommy’s little helper

Elias and Tara

The kitchen was filled with the comforting scent of vanilla and sugar, a warm haven in the heart of the house. Flour dusted the countertops, a bag of chocolate chips stood ready, and mixing bowls clattered softly as Tara pulled out the final ingredients.

“Alright, Elias,” Tara said with a smile, tying a small apron around her son’s waist. The apron was far too big for him, the ends trailing on the floor, but he beamed with pride as if he were the head chef. “Ready to help Mommy make cookies?”

Four-year-old Elias, with his messy mop of dark hair and wide, curious eyes, nodded eagerly. “Yeah! Cookies!”

Tara laughed and kissed the top of his head. “Okay, first, we need to mix the butter and sugar. Can you help me scoop it in?”

Elias climbed onto a chair, standing on his tiptoes to peer over the counter. His tiny hands reached for the spoon Tara handed him, and with careful concentration, he scooped a spoonful of softened butter into the mixing bowl. It plopped in with a satisfying thud.

“Good job, sweetheart! Now the sugar.”

Elias grinned, proud of his accomplishment, and grabbed the sugar scoop. This time, however, his hands weren’t as steady. A little too much sugar spilled onto the counter, but Tara didn’t mind. She ruffled his hair and said, “That’s okay. The cookies will just be extra sweet.”

“Like me!” Elias chirped, giggling.

“Exactly like you,” Tara said, chuckling as she began to cream the butter and sugar together.

Elias leaned closer, fascinated by the whirring sound of the mixer. “What next, Mama?”

“We add the eggs,” Tara explained. She carefully cracked one egg into the bowl and handed the next one to Elias. “Here, you try.”

Elias held the egg with both hands, eyes wide with focus. He tapped it gently against the edge of the bowl—too gently at first—until Tara guided him. “A little harder, baby.”

Crack! The egg broke open, and some of it made it into the bowl... while the rest dripped onto his fingers.

“Oops!” Elias gasped, looking up at Tara with big, worried eyes.

“It’s okay, love,” Tara reassured him, grabbing a towel to wipe his hands. “You did great. And messy hands just mean we’re having fun.”

Elias nodded, reassured, and soon the egg was forgotten as they added flour, a pinch of salt, and finally, the chocolate chips.

“Can I stir?” Elias asked, already reaching for the wooden spoon.

“Of course.” Tara handed it over, watching as he mixed the dough with all the strength his little arms could muster.

The spoon was bigger than him, and stirring the thick dough was no easy task, but Elias was determined. His tongue stuck out slightly in concentration, and Tara couldn’t help but smile at the sight.

“You’re doing amazing, Chef Elias,” she praised, kneeling beside him.

“Chef Elias!” he repeated proudly. “I’m gonna make the best cookies ever!”

“I don’t doubt it.”

Once the dough was ready, Tara helped Elias scoop it onto the baking sheet. His cookie blobs were uneven and lumpy, but he clapped his hands in delight.

“They’re perfect,” Tara said warmly.

Elias grinned. “Perfect cookies!”

As the cookies baked, filling the kitchen with their sweet aroma, Elias sat on the floor with a toy truck, occasionally glancing at the oven. “Are they done yet, Mama?”

“Almost,” Tara said, sitting beside him. “Good things take time.”

Elias leaned against her, his little head resting on her shoulder. “I like making cookies with you.”

Tara wrapped an arm around him, pressing a gentle kiss to his hair. “And I like making cookies with you, my little chef.”

When the timer finally dinged, Elias jumped up, excitement bubbling over. Tara carefully pulled the tray from the oven, and the golden-brown cookies looked as perfect as they smelled.

“Can we eat them now?” Elias asked, bouncing on his toes.

“Not just yet. They’re hot.”

Elias pouted but then had an idea. “Can I blow on them?”

Tara laughed softly. “Sure, but we’ll wait just a little bit, okay?”

After what felt like forever to a four-year-old, the cookies cooled enough to taste. Tara handed Elias the first one, still warm and gooey.

He took a big bite, his face lighting up with joy. “Mmm! The best cookies ever!”

Tara smiled, savoring the moment. “Yes, Chef Elias. The best cookies ever.”

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*·˚ PRETEND IT'S THE FIRST TIME ft. Moze *·˚

words: ~4k

This is a "continuation" of those First Kiss headcanons I made a while ago! [Linked in my pinned post] I literally lost my mind with this, and I'm unsure how I feel about it, but I've spent too long on it to just...not post it. [Also on AO3]

warnings/info: first part of the chapter features Guinaifen as your friend; I don't think any warnings necessary? maybe some angst, but I don't want what really qualifies as angst. [Is it obvious that I never post my writing and have no idea how to tag it?]

English isn't my native language!

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‘’Hello? Are you even listening to me?’’ 

Torn from your thoughts when someone suddenly started waving a hand in front of your face, you blinked in surprise before glancing over at the woman walking beside you, her expression a mixture of frustration and confusion. ‘’I feel like I’ve been talking to myself for the last hour,’’ Guinaifen huffed, crossing her arms while waiting for an explanation from you, ‘’Did you even catch any of the things I said?’’

‘’I’m sorry, Gui,’’ you sighed, offering her an apologetic smile before straightening up, ‘’I was just…thinking about something.’’ That was one way to explain it. You had been thinking about said ‘’something’’ for the past couple of days, and it had become apparent to anyone with a functioning pair of eyes. Even your colleagues at work had commented on your absentmindedness, given how clumsy and forgetful it had made you since…that day.

Next to you, Guinaifen shook her head, though there was no ill-intend in her reaction, ‘’I’ve noticed that much. I’m telling you, you need to work less. The stress is probably just getting to you.’’ ‘’When I picked you up this morning, I had your neighbors come up to me to ask if you were okay,’’ she sighed, staring at you, ‘’He said you haven’t left your apartment for anything but work in days. What’s going on?’’

You weren’t sure yourself, you thought. Since your transfer to the Yaoqing, your life had actually improved tremendously. You couldn’t remember the last time you were that excited and happy on the Luofu, and you hadn’t mourned your old life since. Yet recently, you felt like you were again stuck in that same everyday routine you had dreamed of escaping from back on the other flagship. And all because of one dumb, intrusive decision.

‘’I don’t know,’’ you sighed, hoping your friend wouldn’t catch the lie, ‘’It’s not work, I promise. I’ve never had a job I loved that much.’’ ‘’Maybe my subconsciousness is trying to tell me something,’’ you suggested, shrugging, ‘’I mean, it’s been a while since I was on the Luofu. Maybe I’m homesick without realizing it.’’ 

At that, the woman beside you just chuckled, throwing an arm around you to pull you into a side hug, ‘’Well, see what happens when you never visit! Huohuo and the others miss you.’’ Much to your relief, Guinaifen didn’t notice the lie, or at least, she didn’t call you out if she did. Instead, she began recalling recent stories from the Luofu as if trying to help your alleged ‘’homesickness’’. 

‘’You know, I’m sure even the General would appreciate seeing you again,’’ she hummed as you made your way back to your apartment, ‘’Actually, I was hoping to drag Sushang and Huohuo along with me, but that didn’t really work out. That’s on me, though. I should’ve planned it better.’’ 

You chuckled as you continued listening to her, this time determined not to get distracted again as you watched her. Something about the woman’s optimism and endless energy helped lift your mood, silencing the overbearing thoughts in your head, though another emotion threatened to plague you now: Guilt. Keeping secrets from your close friends was never easy, but how were you supposed to explain to her what had happened? 

By the time you arrived at the alley leading to your apartment, you felt lighter, the best you had in days. ‘’Anyway, I’m sure Sushang will want to tell you herself,’’ Guinaifen huffed, stepping in front of you, ‘’You really need to visit us soon. We need to get the group back together again! And don’t tell me Feixiao won’t let you leave!’’

‘’Well, I’ve not really talked to her in a while,’’ you admitted sheepishly, avoiding your friend’s eyes. ‘’But,’’ you quickly added, hoping to distract from that topic, ‘’I’ll see what I can do, okay? I can’t promise you anything, though.’’

You breathed a sigh of relief when the woman didn't question your words, merely rolling her eyes before she continued talking about yet another thing on her mind. Watching her head toward your apartment, you hesitated to follow when the sudden feeling of being watched made your skin crawl. Is someone there?

A glance over your shoulder toward the empty street behind you didn’t help calm your nerves, yet before you could look around any further, Guinaifen’s voice called out to you, ‘’And you’re not paying attention again. Seriously, what’s going on with you?’’

There it was again, that guilt plaguing you. You checked the street behind you one last time before walking over to your friend, an apologetic expression on your face. ‘’I’m sorry,’’ you sighed, fiddling with your hands, ‘’I just- had this feeling someone was watching us. I didn’t mean to ignore you.’’

‘’Why would someone be watching us?’’ the woman huffed with a raised brow, ‘’Besides, even if someone was watching us, why care? It’s not like we’re breaking any rules.’’ ‘’Are you sure that everything’s alright?’’ she insisted, her usually relaxed expression now serious. 

‘’No- I mean, yes, I- Fuck,’’ you just groaned, dragging your hands down your face, ‘’I don’t know. I’m not even sure how to explain it. It’s ridiculous, really.’’ Before she could ask any further questions, you pushed past her toward your home, ‘’It’s really not that important. I just made a dumb mistake, and it’s kind of been haunting me ever since.’’

Guinaifen was far from convinced as she caught up to you, blocking your way, ‘’Oh, come on now! I’ve seen you make dozens of mistakes before. You never act this way because of a stupid mistake! Spill it, what happened?’’ 

‘’I made a mistake in a conversation,’’ you tensely elaborated, wrapping your arms around yourself, ‘’I…said the wrong thing, and I’ve not had the chance to fix it yet. H- They’ve been avoiding me since then, I guess.’’ Or maybe you’ve been avoiding him, no? Suddenly, the feeling of being watched made you even more nervous. Was he watching you?

Your friend perked up at your response, her interest piqued, ‘’What do you mean, you said the wrong thing? How bad of a thing could you have possibly said?’’ Oh, guilt was a beautiful feeling, wasn’t it? Especially with how strong it was growing the more you talked to Guinaifen. 

‘’Well,’’ you struggled to find an answer, unsure how to continue building on your lie as your face turned red, ‘’I- urgh, fuck. I didn’t really say something wrong, you know. I…did something wrong? I made a dumb, intrusive decision-’’

‘’Oh my god,’’ the woman interrupted, her eyes wide, ‘’You kissed someone.’’ 

‘’How did you deduce that from one sentence?’’

‘’...I didn’t. I just thought it would be a funny reaction,’’ Guinaifen smirked, winking at you before the realization settled in, ‘’Wait, you kissed someone?! Who?!’’

‘’Keep your voice down!’’ you whisper-yelled, covering her mouth with your hand, ‘’Fucks sake, Gui. I don’t need the entire Yaoqing to know about it!’’ After making sure she wouldn’t start screaming again, you took a step back and sighed, ‘’He’s a good friend. We were…hanging out, I guess, and I got caught up in the moment and had this intrusive thought to just…yeah, and now I’ve not seen him since then.’’

‘’Oh. Oh wow,’’ the woman seemed at a loss for words, processing the information you just shared, ‘’I mean, uhm. Well, have you tried texting him?’’ 

‘’Seriously?’’ ‘’What?’’ she huffed defensively, pouting, ‘’I’ve never had that happen to me. I’m a little lost right now, okay?’’

‘’Well, you’re not the only one,’’ you muttered under your breath, walking toward your apartment door, ‘’I was hoping that maybe he told Feixiao about it, but she doesn’t seem to know anything. Jiaoqiu’s been acting like he knows something, but- yeah.’’ 

At that, Guinaifen’s mouth fell open, ‘’Wait. I need you to repeat what you just said.’’ Yet, before you could, the woman herself did it, ‘’You were hoping that he told Feixiao? As in, the General? You kissed the General’s friend?!’’

‘’Technically, he’s her personal Shadow Guard,’’ you admitted under your breath, wincing when Guinaifen screamed.

‘’What?!’’ 

‘’I told you to keep your voice down!’’

‘’How do you expect me to keep my voice down after telling me all this?!’’ she whisper-yelled, flailing her hands, ‘’You just- You kissed the General’s personal Shadow Guard?!’’

Well, at least you didn’t feel guilty anymore. You held your hand up to stop the woman from rambling, taking a deep breath before answering, ‘’Can we do this tomorrow, please? I promise I’ll tell you everything, okay? But right now, I’m just getting tired.’’

Despite not being satisfied with your answer, Guinaifen agreed with a deflated groan, ‘’Alright, fine. But I get to tell Sushang and the others-’’

‘’Absolutely not,’’ you scoffed with a raised brow, a warning in your eyes, ‘’I don’t need the entire Xianzhou Alliance to know about this, okay? I’m serious, Gui.’’ ‘’I need you to promise me that you won’t be talking about it with anyone, okay?’’ you insisted, internally already expecting the worst.

But, to your surprise, the woman nodded slowly, ‘’Alright, alright, you have my word. Only because I love you so much!’’ ‘’But that means you’ll have to tell me everything tomorrow, alright?’’ she countered, walking up to you, ‘’I need all the details, understood?’’

‘’Understood,’’ you sighed, struggling to hide your nervousness as you embraced her, ‘’Come on, you should get back to your hotel room. It’s getting late.’’ 

‘’I’ll see you tomorrow then?’’

‘’Yeah,’’ you muttered, a hand resting on your apartment’s doorknob, ‘’See you tomorrow, sunshine.’’ With that, you watched her disappear down the alley before unlocking your front door and slipping inside your apartment.

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‘’Fuck,’’ you groaned, falling back against the wooden door. Well, today didn’t go quite as planned, did it? But then, did any of your recent days? After everything, today was still one of your better days since screwing up your relationship with-

‘’Moze? ’’ 

A little stunned, you blinked, hoping you were just imagining things. Yet, when the man’s silhouette didn’t disappear from your doorway, a nervous chuckle escaped your lips, ‘’What are you doing here? How did you even get inside in the first place?’’ 

‘’Through your balcony door,’’ the man calmly replied, watching you from the shadows of the hallway, ‘’You forgot to lock it.’’

‘’I- And you just decided to let yourself in?’’ you muttered in disbelief, straightening up as you made your way toward him, ‘’How long have you been waiting for me?’’ In the dim light, you could barely make out anything but his eyes, violet orbs watching your every move. 

The man just stood there, seemingly indifferent to the fact that he just trespassed on your property. ‘’Not that long,’’ he just replied, his expression obscured by shadows, ‘’Feixiao told me that you had visitors, so I figured you’d be home somewhat late. I think we got here around the same time.’’

‘’Well, that’s- okay,’’ you sighed before shaking your head and meeting his gaze again, ‘’Listen, I- Can you just give me a minute real quick? I need some water.’’ Today really feels like one big joke, you thought to yourself while pushing past him, careful not to touch him as you headed toward the kitchen, ‘’Do you want anything?’’

The man soundlessly followed after you, his presence unfortunately doing the opposite of offering you comfort, ‘’No, thank you. I don’t want to inconvenience you even further.’’ ‘’And I apologize for not informing you of my visit,’’ he muttered almost hesitantly, leaning against your kitchen wall, ‘’I didn't think of it. I’m sorry.’’

‘’Don’t rack your brains over it,’’ you dismissed his concern, pouring yourself a cup of water, ‘’I mean, I haven’t cleaned the place in days, but you'll have to deal with that now.’’ ‘’Besides,’’ you hummed, taking a sip of water, ‘’I’m sure you’ll gladly help me clean up if I ask nicely enough, no?’’ Is this really the right time for some lighthearted joking? Well, you certainly hoped it would at least ease the awkwardness.

Moze, bless his soul, just furrowed his brows, meeting your gaze, ‘’If you need me to, I can help. I don’t mind.’’ 

‘’Is that why you’re here?’’ you hesitantly asked, turning to face him, ‘’Just for some small talk? I mean, I do appreciate the visit, but it doesn’t usually warrant you breaking into my home.’’ There was a part of you genuinely hoping he’d just share some random information with you before leaving again, but deep down, you knew where this conversation would eventually lead. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have practically avoided each other for the past few days.

And, as expected, Moze confirmed your suspicion. ‘’No, I was hoping we could talk about what happened,’’ he explained, your nervosity growing with each word, ‘’Jiaoqiu thought it might be the best course of action.’’

‘’So, he knows?’’ you hesitantly inquired, tapping your finger on the kitchen counter, ‘’I mean, that we- that I- fuck, Moze, I’m so bloody sorry.’’ You stepped away from the counter, wrapping your arms around yourself as the words uncontrollably spilled from your lips, ‘’I should’ve apologized a lot earlier, I know, but I was just- bloody scared of your reaction.’’

‘’I shouldn’t have kissed you,’’ you sighed, unable to meet his gaze, ‘’I- I’m sorry I made things awkward. I wasn’t thinking, I just-’’ ‘’I should’ve said something first anyway, instead of just- doing it without warning,’’ you continued, waving your hand around, ‘’I don’t know why I did it, okay? I just- fuck.’’

The man merely watched you, waiting for you to finish before gently interrupting your rambling, ‘’I’m not angry.’’ ‘’Not to mention that I didn’t act any better,’’ he reminded you, making you stop in your tracks, ‘’I just left you on that rooftop without saying a word. Jiaoqiu chewed me out for it.’’

‘’I mean, I kissed you without your consent,’’ you muttered, your hands dropping to your sides, ‘’You had every right to just…up and leave. You’re not at any fault here.’’

‘’Well, Jiaoqiu thinks differently,’’ Moze spoke, pushing himself off the wall, ‘’He said I should’ve talked to you sooner.’’ You watched him walk around the kitchen island, keeping a respectful distance from you, ‘’Though, he did call us both idiots.’’

You chuckled, though the sound more hysterical than you intended, ‘’He’s not wrong, is he? I mean- I did kind of fuck that up. I really should’ve just- said something instead of expecting you to do so. I’m sorry, I- suck at this stuff.’’ 

‘’I think we both know I’m not the best at conversations either,’’ he replied, and for a split-second, you thought you caught him smiling at you, ‘’Maybe we should let Jiaoqiu and your friend do this for us.’’

‘’Absolutely not, that’s a horrible idea,’’ you interrupted, the thought alone making you opposed to the idea, ‘’I’d never hear the end of it.’’ ‘’Do you, uh, think Jiaoqiu told Feixiao?’’ you wondered, glancing over at him, ‘’I mean, I doubt he would do it, but you know him better than I do.’’

Moze was quiet for a moment, allowing you to move a little closer to him, ‘’Admittedly, I wouldn’t be surprised if he did tell the General, but I trust him enough not to until this is all over. You don’t need to worry about that.’’ 

‘’Oh, I’ll worry regardless,’’ you sighed, rubbing your temples, ‘’I’ve realized I’m really good at that. Worrying, overthinking, the whole thing.’’ ‘’I’ve had people at work come to me these past days to make sure I was alright,’’ there was a self-deprecating tone to your words as you recounted the past days, ‘’And earlier, Gui told me that some of my neighbors approached her to ask about my well-being. Worrying was the only thing I was doing since, you know.’’

In the dimly lit room, you couldn’t make out Moze’s expression as he watched you. Then, unexpectedly, he spoke with a gentleness you had never heard from him before, ‘’I didn’t know this was affecting you so much.’’

Your eyes widened at his words, tearing your gaze from the floor to meet his. For a second, a mixture of fear and uncertainty crossed your face before you collected yourself, clearing your throat, ‘’Well, I thought I screwed up after you just left.’’ Then, you looked away again, your voice more quiet, ‘’I guess I was terrified of losing you.’’

The silence that followed was unbearable to you, a throwback to those nerve-wracking minutes right after you had your first kiss. Internally, you were cursing yourself out, reprimanding yourself for being so open with Moze, but could you really blame yourself?

‘’Can you please say something?’’ you whispered hesitantly, wrapping your arms around yourself, nails digging into the skin of your upper arms, ‘’I’m getting a sense of déjà vu.’’ 

‘’I’m sorry,’’ the man apologized, the gentleness still there, ‘’I should’ve said something back then. I- I guess I panicked. I’ve never-’’ He fell silent before finishing the sentence, pulling his hood down to obscure his face. 

‘’I- I didn’t mean to put you in that position,’’ you quietly muttered, the grip on your arms weakening, ‘’I don’t know why I- There were so many times before that where I was in perfect control of my thoughts and actions, but that day? I can’t even explain it.’’

‘’You wanted to kiss me before?’’ Maybe you should learn when to shut up, no? Moze was already staring at you when you looked up, a storm raging in his violet eyes. 

Hesitantly, you shrugged, taking a deep breath before elaborating, ‘’I guess I did. Do- Do you remember the last Wardance? When…Hoolay escaped.’’ After Moze nodded, you continued, ‘’After everything was over, after I finally found you, I just- yeah. I think that was the first time I wanted to kiss you.’’ 

There it was again: The unbearable silence. Maybe you really shouldn’t admit all these things so openly . But, catching you by surprise in the process, Moze didn’t let it stretch this time, his voice growing unsteadier with each word, ‘’Why didn’t you do it?’’

‘’I- I didn’t think it would’ve been the right moment for it,’’ you muttered with furrowed brows, gesturing around with your hand as if to emphasize your point, ‘’I mean, you were all injured, not to mention the entire Borisin crisis. I didn’t want to add to your problems.’’

‘’You’re never a problem to me,’’ the man replied, straightening up, ‘’I might not be the best at showing it, but I care about you deeply.’’ ‘’Otherwise, I wouldn’t have kissed you back that day, don't you think?’’ he added, his voice quieter.

For a moment, you thought your heart would jump out of your chest, the beating drowning out all the noise around you as you processed his words. He did kiss you back, didn’t he? ‘’I figured maybe you just- I don’t know, had a moment of weakness?’’ you rambled, growing more nervous again, ‘’I mean, I didn't- I know you kissed me back, but I didn’t think it meant anything, I guess.’’

‘’You…thought it didn’t mean anything?’’ ‘’I was panicking, okay!’’ you argued defensively, ‘’I mean, you just disappeared without a word after that, remember? How did you think I’d react?’’ 

Moze didn’t have an answer for that, watching you silently while you continued to ramble, ‘’I’m not blaming you, I swear. I just- there wasn’t really a positive way in which I could’ve reacted to the situation, you know? How would you have reacted if you had been in my shoes?’’

Once again, no answer. Admittedly, you wouldn’t have one either if you were in his shoes. Well, and that’s that on it being an awkward situation. ‘’I feel like I’m just making this worse, aren’t I?’’ you muttered, offering him a weak smile, ‘’I’m sorry. Again. I don’t think I can apologize enough for causing- well, all of this.’’

‘’Did the kiss mean something to you?’’

Moze’s interruption caught you off-guard, eyes widening in surprise. Well, you've already admitted to wanting to kiss him a handful of times before. Confessing your feelings can't possibly lead to a worse outcome, right? ...Right? Truth be told, you weren't really sure what outcome this entire conversation was heading toward anyway, so you might as well be completely honest with him now.

Still, it took you a moment to reply, afraid of being this vulnerable. ‘’I wouldn’t have kissed you if it didn’t,’’ you hesitantly admitted, looking away, ‘’I...care about you, Moze. A lot more than I probably should. More than normal friends should.’’

‘’I think I realized even before the Wardance, but I just- hoped it’ll go away,’’ you chuckled, the sound hollow, ‘’And when it didn’t, I just kept hoping. Which obviously failed, given, you know.’’

You weren’t sure what Moze was thinking, too scared to look at him. Another silence settled between you, making you feel restless as you waited for him to say something. Anything. Please just don’t leave this time.

And he didn’t. Instead, Moze stepped in front of you, tilting your face up to look at him, his violet eyes roaming across your face until he met your gaze, ‘’Can you- Can you kiss me again, please? Pretend it’s the first time?’’ 

His voice was surprisingly soft, barely audible over the sound of your own heartbeat. Did you get that right? ‘’You want me to kiss you?’’ you breathed out, a dozen questions running through your head as you stared at him, ‘’Are- Are you sure?’’

‘’I’ve never been this sure about anything else in my life,’’ the man muttered, caressing your cheek, ‘’I’ve noticed that I- felt different around you around the time you got transferred to the Yaoqing, but I didn’t think much of it until…well, recently. The realization didn't hit me until I talked to Jiaoqiu about it and he put it into words for me.’’

‘’Oh’’ 

‘’Is…that all you want to say?’’

‘’To be honest, I never thought I’d be in this situation,’’ you admitted, still processing what he had just told you, ‘’I- I can’t believe I was terrified of losing you like, ten minutes ago, and now we’re…here.’’

‘’That’s…a good thing, isn’t it?’’

‘’I think this a better outcome than I had imagined possible,’’ you huffed, straightening up, ‘’The only thing I need to worry about now is explaining everything to Guinaifen.’’ Then, still shaking from nervousness, you leaned forward, ghosting your lips over his, ‘’May I?’’

‘’...You may.’’

And you did, gently pressing your lips against his as if afraid all this was just your imagination, that he'd vanish the second you touched him. Yet, when his arm wrapped around your waist to pull you closer, you knew you weren’t dreaming. ‘’You’re…really okay with this, right?’’ you whispered between kisses, glancing up at him, ‘’I’m not just hearing what I want to hear?’’

Moze merely responded by pressing his lips to yours again, hand wandering to the back of your neck to deepen the kiss. ‘’You worry too much,’’ he eventually muttered before pressing his forehead against yours.

‘’It’s a talent,’’ you chuckled, slightly out of breath but audibly relieved, ‘’Besides, the only reason I was so worried in the first place were you.’’

‘’May I remind you that you were the one kissing me without warning?’’ ‘’Alright, alright-’’ you groaned, just barely containing your joy, ‘’I’ll never live this down, will I?’’

You freed yourself from Moze’s grasp, turning to head toward your bedroom before stopping and glancing back at him, hesitating, ‘’Do- Do you mind staying for the night? I don’t…want you to leave just yet.’’

‘’If that’s what you want, then of course,’’ the man reassured, ‘’Just don’t start complaining when I wake you up too early.’’

‘’Don’t make me regret this, big guy,’’ you chuckled, offering him your hand while you made your way toward the bedroom, ‘’Thank you, by the way, For…well, everything.’’

‘’Always.’’

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[quitealotofsodapop]

I mentioned this in a dm, but I absolutely adore the idea of Ma telling that storybooks MK with the express purpose of making him feel better. Like maybe during some of his hero work, he blunders hard enough that he ends up in a similar position (head stuck in something) and feeeling horrible about it. Perhaps it became a viral meme and he's embarrassed! And Ma, who happened to see it happening, decides to cheer MK up.

MK: I'm a total joke! Nobody is going to take me seriously now!

Ma: Maybe... or maybe you'll do something amazing, and they'll all forget the blunder in a week. Did I tell you about my friend, Shihou?

MK, not realizing the connection: Who?

Ma: He was a very clumsy and adventurous cub I knew, a lot like you actually. Always going off, getting into trouble, but he had a big heart and always tried to make the world a better place. All while also doing silly things like getting a gourd stuck on his head or tripping over his own tail. He also thought nobody would ever take him seriously.

MK: Did it change? Did people take him seriously?

Ma, giving him anknowing smile: Considering he is now known as the Great Sage, i think my Shihou did pretty well.

And that makes MK happy, because it's the first time he's met someone who ever gave a positive comparison to him aboht hsi mentor and genuinelymesnt it. He asks about the story about the gourd, to which Ma gleefully goes into detail.

Paired with the art here!

I love the Stalwarts being Wukong's embarrassing older siblings. They've seen their little brother at his most baby and they can not forget it! XD

Macaque is also a provider of embarrassing but relatable Wukong stories. He works them into little plays and stories for cubs.

[laswells-ashtray]

AleRudy angst slash hurt/comfort?

Contrary to popular belief Rudy is fine with fire. He won't go out of his way to avoid it, he isn't irrationally scared of stovetops like people think and he is not going to miss Chavez's yearly bonfire that he throws just because of one little incident.

It became a yearly tradition by accident but it's an excuse for them all to get drunk and spend some time with each other. All of them attend and by the end of the night, some of the older soldiers drag the drunken younger ones home. Alejandro got plastered once and once only, if he had expected Rudy's sympathies then he was mistaken. Alejandro slept on the bathroom floor and Rudy ate chips while watching reality TV in their bed. After that, the both of them decided to go a little easier on the drinking.

The flames are high and blasting heat over them all with crackling noises filling the air. He's sweating but he'll be damned if he takes his hoodie off, he won't even roll up the sleeves. Alejandro has already rolled up the sleeves of his shirt and Rudy wants to stare, he truly does but he can't take his eyes off of the bonfire.

He's standing far closer to it than anyone expected him to get, inching nearer to the flames as they howl at the crowd. He isn't sure why he's approaching the scorching heat, his palms are sweaty and his eyes are narrowed against the waves of warmth that wash over him. Maybe he's trying to prove something to them all. Maybe he's proving something to himself.

The wind pushes the flames closer to him as he steps forward and for a split second, he considers reaching out to meet it in the middle. To try and grab at something inanimate only to see if it'll grip him tightly in return. His hand twitches as he considers it, how close can he get before the skin blisters and bubbles.

He wants to see how quickly the tips of his fingers will redden as searing flames engulf his hand in a blazing inferno.

A large hand promptly yanks his arm and he stumbles back into Alejandro's chest, narrowly avoiding slamming his head back to meet the colonel's nose.

"Whatever you're thinking, put an end to it now." Alejandro whispers in his ear, pulling them away from the bonfire and away from the crowd of vaqueros. No one notices, most of them are already incredibly tipsy and a few steps down from completely plastered.

"I wasn't-" It irritates him endlessly whenever Alejandro cuts him off. if he'd just allow Rudy to explain then he could articulate that he wasn't actually going to do anything.

"Rudy. We should leave, Chavez is more than capable of watching the fire."

He shakes his head, he doesn't want to leave. He's fine. He's a grown man, almost getting burnt alive that one time truly isn't all that important in the long run.

"No, we should stay. We haven't been here for that long."

Alejandro sighs and Rudy sees him bite the inside of his cheek to keep from arguing back with him.

"I'm fine." Neither of them quite believe it, he only says it to fill the silence.

"I almost lose you to a fire and then you spend tonight looking ready to jump back into it whenever I turn my back. You aren't fine."

"I'm not going to jump into the bonfire." He mutters under his breath as if the idea is so hard to fathom.

Alejandro's tone is clipped when he responds, frustration evident on the taller man's face. "Obviously not but I'm not sure you can be trusted to stand anywhere near it."

It hurts, just a little. The idea that he can't be trusted because Alejandro expects him to let himself burn. He'd never do it. But sometimes he wondered.

He doesn't get the chance to answer before he's tugged into a tight hold, held against the colonel's chest with Ale's chin resting on his shoulder. They're both ridiculously warm and it's slightly uncomfortable but he makes no effort to escape,

"I almost watched you burn once before, don't make me do it again., mi amor."

"I won't."

"Rodolfo-"

"I won't, colonel. You're stuck with me yet again."

"Rodolfo, I've never been stuck with you."

[sillyfunnyverycute]

bowow I can draw oh em gee

regretevator x webkinz crossover art that I did during class (idk if that even looks like smth from Webkinz but whatever)

[froggtogs]

gone fishing

[empyreansentinel]

wip wip wip

[inkandpaintleopard]

Oh yeah and I’ve been thinking about B3 all day for some reason (despite having Blam from Arrow Funk in my head NONSTOP-) so I drew these

Pictures taken in the sun, which is why they look like they have the light of every god shining on them instead of my usual Twilight-Blue

I mean they look kinda normal actually

You just had to be there I guess

I like to headcanon Melo as being one of those kids who just invents little stories all the time (but with him you can kinda tell it’s some sort of trauma response)

[deepseawave]

obsessed w the tags on ur last reblog

Omgg, thank you haha, it was a quality post so I just had to appreciate it in full force 😂❤️

Can‘t believe someone would actually enjoy my yapping :,D

[ssruis]

Going through a straight up comical amount of irritating situations to get the stupid 4* guaranteed ticket from the welcome to sekai campaign. It Will Be Mine.

[beeapocalypse]

haunted once more by a dumb character idea

[arolesbianism]

I may be failing my plan to not make any isat aus. So there's this guy her name is Euphrasie right. What if I took her and combined what could be 3 separate au concepts into one. And in the process forced myself to go back and reread a bunch of shit to make sure I know how to maximally fuck over this sad wet puppy of a woman

[caffeiiine]

someday i will create more ocs and i will finally tell a story im proud of <3