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magma-queen · 2 years ago

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A Venus x Maxie one-shot I whipped up over the course of a few days!

I hope Maxie is in-character! 😬🤞

On an uneventful day, Venus was feeling bored, and wanted to do something. All her girlfriends were busy, so shopping was out; she didn’t want to go alone either.

She was currently at home with her redheaded husband, but he was absorbed into a book on the living room couch, and didn’t seem interested in curing her boredom; not even her current outfit, consisting of cute moon shorts, and a flattering spooky-printed camisole, caught his attention.

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She entered the living room, and puffed her bangs up, intentionally being indiscreet. Maxie didn’t even glance up from his book. She walked over to the couch, opposite to him, and draped her upper body over the top with another deep sigh. Still nothing. In a third try, she knelt down right behind his back, and rested her arms and small nose on the arm of the couch. “I’m bored,” She moaned.

“Heard you the whole time.” He still kept his back to her. “Why don’t you go out with your girl friends?”

“They’re all busy, and I don’t want to go out alone. Who will give me ideas?”

“Then bake those cookies you made me get last week.”

“It’s not close enough to Valentine’s Day yet,” She pouted.

“Design something, then.” As a hobby, she made designs for apparel, jewelry, and furnishing that were, as he would put it, macabre. Lots of dark colors and printings, plus certain Pokemon inserted in. It wasn’t his thing, personally, but it was definitely hers, as evident by some of the decor scattered around the house.

“I’m having an art block,” She whined.

He rolled his eyes. She could be a real child sometimes. “Well V, I’m reading this right now, so if you’re bored, find something for yourself until I’m finished with this chapter.”

Now Maxie loves his wife more than anything, but he also enjoyed alone times when they were available. And normally, she did too; but she had occasional moments of craving his attention.

She sat down on the couch cushion in front of him, and pouted again where he could see, with a little whimper and head tilt for good measure.

Maxie stayed focused on his book, trying not to notice the Goth girl in his peripherals. How her black-painted lashes fluttered under her thick, green bangs, and framed her deep, forest green eyes. Or how her shorts effectively showed off her smooth, ivory legs, and her top hugged her tiny body in all the right places. Thankfully for him, his will to not give in triumphed; his gaze stayed on the captivating story in front of him.

Venus dropped the cute look in disappointment. That didn’t work. She looked down, and smirked; he was sitting with his legs parallel to one another, bent comfortably like a triangle, and no shoes. Or socks.

Bingo.

Her recently-manicured hand sneakily drew to his left foot, while her eyes stayed on him. He didn’t notice what she was doing. She gently drew her black nails down from the ankle; before she could reach his toes, he reacted.

She burst into laughter at his jerking motion, and the high-pitched tone of the loud yelp he unleashed. Not to mention his book flying from his hands, and landing on the carpet with a thump. “Venus!”

“Oh my God, that was amazing!” She wheezed, doubling over. “I didn’t think you were capable of that tone!”

Maxie caught his breath from the mini heart attack she just gave him. “Don’t do that!”

“What?” She teased. “This?” She tickled the top of his foot again.

“AAH!” His leg kicked up to push her hand away, but she grabbed onto his ankle. “Yes, that!”

A devious grin grew on her face, as her grip became more firm. “You and me both know that’s not going to happen.” She began lightly tickling the bottom of his foot with her sharp nails.

“Vehehehehenuhuhuuhuhus!” Maxie began giggling and squirming hysterically, trying to pull his leg back. She was stronger than she looked. “Stohohohohop!”

“No way!” She shook her head. “Now I’m no longer bored! And you’re just so cute!”

“Dahahahamihihihihit Venus, stop ihihihihit! GAAH!!” He squealed when she went for his toes. “NOHOHOHOHOHO!! NOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHEHERE!!”

“Ooh, sweet spot!” Venus grinned like the little imp she was.

“IHIHIHI SWEHEHEHAHAHAHAR, VEHEHEHENUHUHUHUS, IHIHIHIHI’LL KILL YOHOHOUHUHUHUHUHU!!”

“I wouldn’t be making threats if I were you,” She teased, “I have the upper hand, baby.” She stopped, but quickly crawled into his lap, and ravaged his sides with both hands.

“NOHOHOHOHOHO!!!” He howled with laughter, and tried to shield himself. “VEHEHEHEHEHENUHUHUHUS, STOHOHOHOHOP!!! GEHEHEHEHET OHOHOHOHOFF OF MEHEHEHEHEHE!!!”

“Sometimes I forget how ticklish you are, Max,” She giggled, “But then it comes back to me.” She stopped after a few minutes, and backed off to let him breathe.

Maxie panted and heaved for air, as he sat up with his legs away from her sneaky fingers. This wasn’t exactly her first attack. “Y’know V, I would’ve been done with that chapter by now, if you haven’t done that. Now you have to wait longer, little missy.”

Venus smirked at him, then practically dove to the floor, and snatched the book up. “Come and get it!” She dared, then made a run for it to the hall.

With an eye roll, Maxie slid down on his feet, and ran after her. Surely someone as tiny as her couldn’t be that fast, right?

Turns out, that someone could be.

She kept up her little game for at least five minutes, scaling the whole house, and slowly wearing him out; she even slid between his legs to escape him, all the while keeping the book out of his reach. He tried to grab one of her ankles, but narrowly missed; the chase was immediately back on.

In the living room where it started, it seemed good luck turned to Maxie’s corner. Venus had to slow down to dodge some furniture in the room, and he managed to catch up to her. She squeaked and dropped the book when he quickly wrapped his arms around her waist. “Nohoho!” She was laughing already.

“Your turn, V-V,” He teased, and wiggled his fingers into her ribs.

“NAAAHAHAHAHA!!” She squealed, and squirmed wildly. “HAHAHAHAHA, STAHAHAHAHAHAP!!”

“Oh no, this is my time, girlie,” He smirked.

Venus threw her head back, and clamped her arms down when he shifted up into her armpits. “GAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!” She tried to pull his hands away, but her energy was draining from his revenge.

She reached one hand around, and managed to start tickling his back. “AAGH!!” Maxie jerked away, bumping into her; he stopped his own attack long enough for her to turn around and regain the advantage. “NOHOHOHOHO, NOHOHOT THEHEHEHEHERE!!!” He shouted with laughter. “VEHEHEHEHENUHUHUHUS, STOHOHOHOHOHOP!!!” They both ended up on the floor, as her fingers skittered all over his back, even going along his spine, as his cheeks turned as red as his hair. She pinned him down on the floor, pulled his shirt up, and blew a raspberry in his belly, as her hands went for his sides again at the same time. “GAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!” He screamed. Since it was a rare moment of her lacking makeup, she didn’t leave any lipstick residue... this time. Though her long, soft hair draping down did him no favors. “VEHEHEHEHEHE, YOU’RE KIHIHIHIHIHILLING MEHEHEHEHEHE!!!”

She then backed off to let him recover. “For someone as stoic as you, you sure are cute when you laugh.”

He smirked at her through more panting. “I should... say the same... about you.”

“Thanks.” She crawled over to him, giggling when he tensed up. “I promise I’m done,” She said sincerely.

“O-okay.” She shifted into his lap, now with better intentions, and initiated a kiss between them. He happily reciprocated, wrapping his arms around her shoulders. Little did she know, the sweet moment wasn’t going to last.

She may had concluded her playful tickle attack for the day.

But Maxie wasn’t done yet.

As she pulled away, his hands sneaked down to her midsection, before going absolutely crazy on her sides. “NAAAHAHAHAHAHA!!!” She screamed, and thrashed under him. ��NOHOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHEHEHERE!!! NOHOHOHOT MY SIHIHIHIHIDES, PLEHEHEHEAHAHASE!!!” She accidentally let a loud snort out amidst her laughter.

“Did you just snort?” Maxie chuckled. “That’s adorable; you sounded like a Tepig.”

“AAAAGH, STAHAHAHAHAHAP!!!” She howled.

“Are you going to attack me like you did again?”

“YEHEHEHEHES!!!”

Maxie smirked with a quick eye roll. Again, what a child. “Wrong answer, missy.” He dug into where her sensitive waist curved in, unleashing more loud, squealy laughter. “Now for the second time, are you going to attack me like that again?”

“NOHOHOHOHO, I WOHOHOHOHON’T!!!” She shook her head frantically.

He then drew his hands away, though not without briefly tickling her flat belly where her top had ridden up, making her shoot up in a sitting position. She heaved in exhaustion, hugging herself as much as humanely possible. “S-sorry I started it,” She giggled, “I was bored, and you’re just so cute.”

“I don’t think you really are, but I’ll take it,” He teased, and leaned for a kiss.

She giggled, and pulled away after a few seconds. “You’re right.”

MY GOD THIS IS SO CUTE 😭😭 I loved every word! This was such a pleasant surprise to wake up to! Jdhdhfjdjsndkfkm *dies*

This will help me a little better in writing for Venus in the future! And I’m writing these remaining fics for you! 😭 This makes me smile so much, it’s so cute!

#Pokemon #Maxie #Venus Wisteria #Other’s ocs #Fics #Tickling #FAVE #Brainyxbat #Asks #Ask #Queenie answers #SO FRICKIN CUTE

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mysteriousrainsworld · 1 year ago

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this was absolutely adorable wth 😭

♡ 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟐𝟕: 𝐒𝐮𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐛𝐮𝐬/𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐮𝐛𝐮𝐬 - 𝐂.𝐒 ♡

You Make Me, Make Sense

【Synopsis】 : Halloween is filled with spooky ghost stories and haunted places. But what if you end up walking right into a nightmare that was hiding a dream?

『Word count』 : 3.50k

-> Genre: Dark Romance. Fluff. Suggestive.

Paring: Human!San x Succubus!Reader

[Warnings] : Mention of rape. Non-con [doesn’t involve San.] nudity. Imprisonment. Slavery. Use of the name master. Swearing. Withc craft. Kissing, mention of sex. Kind of character death? Lots of heart aching romance. petnames.

Thank you, @sanniesbunnie, for requesting San for this day. ♡♡♡♡

Note : I'm really proud of this story arch even though there isn't any smut ehhe. I enjoyed writing this style so much, and I'm definitely making more in the future. ♡

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“Come on, please. Let’s just go home.” Seonghwa stated, hugging his chest with tight arms. Hongjoong was rubbing slow circles in his back trying to calm down the older male but in truth, he was just as scared as he was. The only ones in fact out of all the men who weren’t scared were Jongho and Yeosang. They all thought it would be a good idea, instead of spending one of the spookiest nights of the year watching horror films, they picked one of the closest abandoned estates. It also happened to be a church just outside of the city. So here the eight of them were, exploring the eerie run-down building. At first, they poked fun, none of them believing in such myths of demons or the supernatural.

But as they went deeper into the church, heading down towards the basement. Something felt off. And they all started voicing their concerns. Well everyone but San. For once he went silent. No longer say how stupid this trip was and how he was the only one who didn’t want to be there. He stopped cracking jokes. No, he was as quiet as a mouse and it made everyone else worried. “Uhh, maybe we should go now before it gets dark.” Wooyoung tugged on San’s arm, but the male did not budged, almost hypnotized in a way.

“Hey, San. Let’s go.” Seonghwa yelled from the back of the group. But again, San did not respond, he just kept walking down the flight of stairs leading to the basement. He felt the sudden need to be in the dim room below. Like something was calling from him. The voices of his friends were muffled in the background of his mind, and a thick ball of saliva was cut in his throat. The others had stopped in their tracks hearing the wind whispers and whales. Something was wrong, something unworldly. All the guys felt like someone had walked over their graves. But San felt a pull like a siren was calling a pirate at sea. Comfort and safety that hid nothing but death.

Everyone looked at him again before bickering amongst themselves, trying to decide what to do. But it was too late, San had opened the door to the basement and walked right into it. “Wait San!” They all yelled, but it was useless. The door shut in their faces, locking them outside. The loud bang of the old oak door snapped San out of his hazed state, suddenly and frantically looking around in the pitch-black room. His breathing quickened and he yelled for his friends calling their names out one by one. But no one answered.

He was alone.

Or so he thought. A soft smell of rose petals and sage caught his attention, seeing a small flame appear on the other side of the room. He watched slowly as candles on the walls, tables and shelves began to light all on their own. The room was painted in an orange hue from the fire, letting him finally see his surroundings. There was a large old carpet in the middle of the room, around it was some tables with or sorts on them. Potion-making material maybe? San wasn’t very knowledgeable on the witchy arts but he’s seen enough movies to know what it looked like. “H-Hello?”

He called out, desperate to know why he was in this strange room by himself. The fear he felt moments ago was dissipating quickly, leaving an innocent-like curiosity. Why was he not fearing for his life? Why did he not want to run and find an exit? He couldn’t understand, letting his fingers rake over old books and instruments before making his way over to a lectern. It had an ancient textbook open on it, showing a key to the book. He flicked through it, feeling the old leathery-like paper under the pads of his fingertips. But he had to stop on one page as if the book was calling for him to stop. There was that feeling again. The pull. The urge to do something? But what?

Read…

“By the forces of heaven and hell. Draw to us this woman fell. In dreams, she comes, but wake is stronger. Send thu an enchantress before the night ends to somber.” San had no idea what he just said aloud or what the language could be. Maybe Latin? He thought. Or some type of old ancient language. One that’s been dead longer than he was alive. He couldn’t explain to himself let alone to his friends once he finally managed to get out, why was he was here, nor why he was reading Latin. Nothing was making sense. Yet everything strangely felt right.

The next moment before San began to think, a shift in the floor caught his attention. Followed with a loud rumble, in the centre of the room it seemed to open a crack in the floor. San had to rub his eyes at what he was seeing, sure candles lighting by themselves might have been enough to convince him of magic or the supernatural but the large opening in the floor which seemingly looked as if hell broke through surely took the cake.

Blinking his eyes rapidly rubbing them in an attempt to see what was happening in front of him and then suddenly all the candles blew out and the light from the crack in the floor was gone. It was pitch black once again. Until a small pink hue illuminated his view. The soft light was pouring from what seemed to be two hard objects. Wait no, a person? “H-Hello?”

The creature that was laying on it’s knees jumped up, frightened from the noise. The creature was a mixture of pinks and black shades. Wings stretching out as if they had been curled up for centuries. And a tail, one so long it could wrap around the little demons body. It turned to face San and he had to hold his breath. You were the most gorgeous thing he had ever seen. Your bright glowing pink eyes were wide and almost innocent. While your roses hued skin fell contrast to the pitch black horns decorating your head. Your long black tail swayed curiously with the glowing peach pink catching San’s eyes. You weren’t human, yet you looked almost human. “M-Master?”

Your voice was sweet, like a siren. It was smooth, and somber, drawing him in just like the book had done prior. Were you the one calling him with the book? But why? “w-who are you?” San wanted to ask what are you but chose against it. You stood up with wobbly legs, wanting to get closer to your saviour but you ultimately fell back down onto the soft dusty carpet. San noticed your weakness, moving faster than his own thoughts he was in front of you in seconds, gabbing your hands as if that would hold you up in a way. You gulped at his touch, sending a shock wave of pleasure towards San without meaning to.

He felt hot, like a motion of a summer heat blared through his veins. Your skin felt so soft, smooth. Unlike any type of silk San had ever felt. Now that he was closer to you, he was able to take a lot more details, noticing tattered cloth around your bust and lower parts. The only thing humanly in nature on you was a collar, with a thick padlock on it. “Are you okay?” he had to ask feeling a sense of worry with the chain around your delicate neck.

You looked at him with warm eyes. You don’t recall anyone ever asking if you were okay. Then again you had been a slave, bound to the very book San had just read aloud for over many centuries. Stuck in a loop of waiting for another to summon you. None of them freed you or even wanted to know what, who or why you were bound and alone. Every single man that awoken you only wanted one thing. “I...I’m fine master.”

It felt like he was playing such a cruel game. Trying to trick you into thinking he cared. But from all the experience you’ve had with men you know, he would be just the same. So why not start it yourself? Hoping he’d be quick like the others. You gripped the knot on the rag you wore as a shirt and started to undo making San look down in confusion but before he could voice himself your lips locked on his making him gasp. Why on earth were you kissing him, or better yet, why would you undress yourself? Your lips were so soft, so plump, almost hypnotizing but San managed to snap out of it, frantically grabbing your hands so you’d stop undressing.

Pulling away he looked at you with worry making you scared that you might have done something wrong; “Why did you kiss me!?” he didn’t mean to sound aggressive but his deep voice made you flinch. Lowering your head you could feel a tightness in your throat and a groan in your gut.

“I-I’m so sorry master. I didn’t m-mean t―will you stop calling me that.” he cut you off. He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck, trying to understand what was going on. He could see you playing with your fingers, not looking at him but only at the ground. For a demon, you were as human depicted. He would have thought of some scary soul-hungry beast that hated the human race. But you were completely different. You were cute, shy, and definitely not a beast of any kind. Using his fingers, he lifted your face up by your chin making you look at him. His eyes were soft making your watery ones shift between his features.

“I have no clue what I did to bring you here but I’m sorry if you got the wrong impression…” his words seemed genuine making you feel like a weight was lifted from your shoulders. He would have been the first person to look at you like a being and not something to use. Your pink cheeks grew hot tainting them a deep red from embarrassment. He cleared out his throat trying to find how to express why he was even there in this dark basement in the first place. “I felt like I needed to read the book. Even though I had no clue what I was saying or if I said it right.” he chuckles trying to lighten the mood but you stayed silent listening to him. He had a nice voice, a caring tone. You never knew how much you missed conversation until now.

“Hmm…” You didn’t know how to respond. He begins to ramble, hoping that if he opens up more it will somehow comfort you. He told about his friends and why none of them including him really wanted to go to the church but since it was Friday the 13th they all decided it would be a great idea to scar one another. You chuckled, lightly making San smile. He was glad he was able to make you smile, heck even laugh. He then decided to brave it and asked you some questions.

“oh, and I’m San by the way. I might be a bit rusty but I know demons don’t tell mortals their real name…but could I ask; what do you want me to call you? Can I ask why happened to you?” His voice was shaky, heart racing like a sports car. It was silent for a moment but San waited, finding patience for you.

“It’s a curse. I uh.. angered the men in my village. They thought I was a witch and killed the priests' son…”

“Oh…” San was not expecting that.

“To be fair I was a witch. But I didn’t kill that babe. He was a stillborn but he needed to blame someone for his genetic ‘sin’. the village witch would suffice…” you looked up at him, giving him a defeated look. He felt terrible that this all happened to you. “they used one of my demonology books I was studying at the time and turned me into a succubus. Forcing me to please the same men that damned me. I guess all men love this idea to taint a creature other than human.”

“I’m so sorry that happened to you. If I could time travel, I would go back in time to stop you from being imprisoned. Kill every man that tried to hurt you.” he doesn’t know where this protectiveness is coming from but it felt like he needed to. Protect you from men, protect you from anything. Keep you safe. Hold you close. Have you as his—

“I...Uh, is there a way to unbreak it?” His words made your heart stop. You never thought someone would ask you such a thing. Your eyes swelled, lip quivering. Jumping over to San to give him a big hug. He wrapped his arms around your bare waist without hesitation, bringing his face into the crook of your neck. You smelt like strawberries, and fresh cream, with a hint of fresh grass. Your body sat so perfectly against his and your skin was so soft. Your hair brushed slightly against his nose tickling him slightly. You were so perfect, no matter how “beast” like others would say you are. Everything went silent again but it was not awkward. He just slowly stroked your hair, letting you cry against his chest, wetting his shirt.

Once you calmed, you sat up but not moving off his lap. Looking around the room you see some red candles, sage and other ingredients for a curse-breaking spell. Your hands dug into his shoulders while his hands never left your hips. Your tail swayed slightly, grazing against San’s hand. “Okay if I prepare the addictive’s then you can read the spell out…given I cannot touch the book.”

San quickly said yes, helping you stand. You wobbled over to one of the tables picking up things San couldn’t even begin to understand what they’d be used for. You directed him to take the objects to the floor where you were both sat. While you wrote down some scribbles, sigals? Defineifty sigals.

“Okay ready. Uh, if you go to the back of the book there will be reversing spells. Look for the one that says sex demon.” you said it so casually he had to stop for a moment, choking on his saliva.

“S-sex demon.” That’s what you were. He guessed that the men used you in, defiling ways. But the fact you were a sexual demonic being made his stomach turn. “I’m sorry…” was all he could say.

“hmm, it’s okay. It’s not your fault.” You stopped drawing the sigal, beginning to play with the chalk, feeling a sense of oddness from hearing San be so forgiving, so caring.

“Will you become human again…” He asks making you step back into your mind for a moment. “would you stay the age you were before you were a demon? Having lost no time. Or would you rapidly age…” you never thought about it like that, feeling so giddy about finally being able to get to be human and yet you had no idea what would truly happen if you completed the spell.

“I don’t know… but anything is better than being this thing I’ve been for centuries. If I do become human again and I do get to live.” you hiccuped a little. “I want to see the sun again.” a tear spills of your cheek. “I want to feel the grass on my toes. Sense the cool breeze on my cheeks.”

You sounded almost poetic in a way. You old tongue making language sound more elegant than it was today in modern society. “I’ll show you.” he smiled. “I’ll show you the world when we get you free. I promise.”

San sighed, gulping slightly at the thought his promise could be emptier than he would have wished. But he wanted to be hopeful, not just for him. But for you. He needed you to taste freedom, even if it was just for a moment. Everything was set quickly after, and you sat down in the circle you had drawn up. You were ready, looking at San to give him the all-clear. “Uh before we start could I ask for one thing.”

He had been humming and haring about this thought. It rattled in his brain for a good few minutes. If you were about to die he wanted to say something, even if he sounded like a fool for it. “Go on.”

“We just met and I don’t even know your name but I’m glad to have met you. For the first time in a long time, it felt like my world was making sense. Like life wasn’t on its own head. You…” he paused looking anywhere else in the room other then your cute figure. “you make me, make sense…”

He didn’t know if he knew to himself it was a confession of love, or friendship or anything. The words felt right and he needed you to hear them. And before he could take back anything playing it off as he was being stupid you whispered something catching his gaze. And then you spoke again, repeating a single name a loud;

“That’s my name…and you also make me feel like I make sense.” you both had to laugh at how ridiculous the meaning sounded. But it was now your meaning. The phrase you both could secretly share.

“Can I kiss you one more time…” His voice slipped off his tongue before he could say anything. You blushed again, but not out of embarrassment this time but bashfulness. You nodded your head letting San jump from his position at the lectern stepping carefully but quickly over the markings before cupping your face to kiss you. It was a kiss you’ve never experienced before. One of passion, not pure disgusting, lust or ownership. He kissed you as if you were a goddess in front of him, giving him the pleasure of sealing your lips against his own. Not like some pig looking for somewhere to put his tongue down.

He pulled away letting you catch a breath, your noses rubbing against one another and your breaths mixing like a perfect combination. “I swear, you live and I won’t let you go,” he promised.

You giggled, “deal.”

He finally let you go moving back to the lectern finding the page he needed to read. Once you gave the all clear he began to slowly read the foreign language out. You had to bite your tongue, finding it a little funny how even though he is getting the words right they sound so choppy coming off his non-Latin tongue. The wind started to whistle and the candles lit one by one, smoke drew around you and your heartbeat slowed, then slowed until your eyes grew heavy. San got to the end of the passage finally done with the incantation, looking up he saw you hunched over on the ground. Your palm flat on the cold concrete and your tail swaying had slowed. Your pink eyes soon faded, becoming grey. While your horns turned a pitch-coloured dusting away along with your tail.

The spell was working.

Your skin turned from a soft coral pink back to what it once was and your hair, too. Everything was working. Everything was going to plan. And then a gust of wind rawred towards San, punching him back against the book shelf behind him successfully knocking him out.

San groaned, sitting up slowly while rubbing the back of his neck. His hazy eyes glance at all the papers and books around him. Wait had the spell worked? He stood up fast, shaking off the sudden head rush looking to see a normal human girl lying unconscious in the middle of the room. It was you. “darling!”

He ran towards you, dropping down to his knees so he could place your head in his lap. You weren't breathing, and he couldn’t feel a pulse. “Nonononono. Come one!” he rambled laying you down he checked your vitals, seeing your heart was in fact beating. He got to work, thanking his parent for teaching him how to give CPR. Starting compressions he counted. And counted. And then some. But you weren't coming back…

“No….I… I was supposed to show you the sun.” Tears wet his cheeks, as he sat there for a second, minutes, hours. He did not know anymore. He promised to set you free and he had failed. “I’m sorry…I’m so.. so, sorry.”

He hugged you, held your lifeless body tightly, until a lone arm wrapped around his neck. “Why are you sorry?”

“Oh my god!” he pulled back just to kiss you, holding you once more. You laughed in the kiss, crying tears of relief, joy... He had helped you be who you once were and you would never have to see the grim basement you were forced to call home ever again.

You were free.

#SO FRICKIN CUTE #my heart #has melted #:/#all works by this author are amazing #ateez #san

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