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fortunekookie07 · 7 months ago

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Mc disappears on a mission/snowcrest (Days, weeks, author's choice) I want pain, anguish But a happy ending, with a reunion (the only requirement, life is sad enough 😭)

This is the prompt requested, and I got this idea.

Looking for my Heart

The mission seems simple enough, you thought as you read through the file that Jenna had sent. After you had gone to Snowcrest last year with Zayne and temporarily teamed up with the Deepspace Hunters stationed there she had decided to add more diversity to the training. This included rounds in Snowcrest.

This time it was your turn, you were excited to see Dr. Noah and Pie again. It had been almost six months since your last trip. Getting out of Linkon for the first time in awhile was just the refreshing change you wanted.

Zayne had agreed to take you to the train station so you could meet up with your temporary team, but for some reason, he was late. This was highly unusual, Zayne was almost never late. He prided himself on his perfect manners.

You decide to take your luggage downstairs anyways. Surely Zayne was on the way or maybe even pulling up to the complex now. Upon seeing the quiet parking lot devoid of his car a pout forms on your lips. You grab your phone and scroll through the texts you'd exchanged and check to make sure you'd told him the correct time and date. There it was, Wednesday morning 9:30, along with his affirmation and yet no Zayne. You decide that this is not ok and immediately tap the phone icon to call him.

Straight to voice-mail, a frown furrows your eyebrows and your lips purse out in frustration. You call again, once more, twice more. You almost lose count at the number of straight to voice mail calls you send. So you type him a text in anger.

I know you don't want me to go to Snowcrest but this is my job after all. If you didn't want to take me you shouldn't have agreed in the first place. Trying to make me miss the train is really petty. You hit send without a second thought and immediately call for a taxi. Minutes later one is pulling into the parking lot and finally you are off.

After getting to the station and finally securing your tickets and luggage your phone rings. Zayne's name and picture flash across the screen. In anger you shut your phone off and stuff it deep into your bag.

You walk down a few cars before finding a seat. Across from you is a family. A little girl is giggling as her father is making funny faces and the mother is quietly laughing as well. A smile crosses your face and then unwanted thoughts pop into your head.

For a moment you see yourself and Zayne in that exact situation. Though he'd probably never actually admit it, Zayne would do anything you asked no matter how silly. To him you'd hung the moon and scattered the stars. A small smile came to your face and you violently shook your head back in forth, uncaring that your hair whipped your cheeks as you did so.

"No I'm angry, we're mad at Zayne. Be mad at Zayne"! You chant softly to yourself before slapping both cheeks. Having successfully for the moment chased away the daydream you sit back in your seat as the train begins to move and look out at the scenery flashing by. Slowly changing from city to mountains.

Two hours later the heaters in the cars came on as the temperature outside had dropped. It was snowing lightly according to the weather report. Your about to get your jacket on when an alert sound on your Hunter's Watch. You look down and see that a there is a Metaflux warning on the screen and the scanner is red.

Immediately your heart starts hammering in your chest as a cold sweat rolls down your back. This is exactly the readings you saw on your first day Hunting.

"Look out"! You scream just before everything goes white and you hear a high pitched screech and then nothing.

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She was standing off to the side holding Dr. Zayne's phone. Finally it was her turn to watch for important calls or messages and inform him of them. Finally she would be able to get closer to him. Oh how she had dreamed of this day! Luck was finally dealing her the winning hand.

At least that was the cloud nine Mia was currently occupying until the phone actually started soflt vibrating. A quick glance at the screen sent her stomach straight to the pits of ultimate fury. How did this stupid girl have Zayne's number? She was always around him. It made her blood absolutely boil staring down at her stupid smiling face and name on the screen. "Humph"! She scoffed sending the call straight to voicemail. Oh how it delighted her to reject that snake's call.

Well that was until the phone started vibrating again almost immediately. She's calling again?!?! Mia thought wanting to throw the device into and inferno.

I've been in his department for two years and she already has his number?? How dare she deceive my Zayne! She sent the call to voice-mail again. This went on several more times and she was almost giddy at having rejected the call five times. A wide smile made its way onto her face as a text message popped in then. Zayne would never allow anyone to talk to him like that. She was riding this wave for the next hour before finally the surgery was done.

Mia quickly deleted the records of the call and then looked up as Dr. Zayne set down his instruments and gave his final orders. He was handing the last of the surgery duties over to his team. They quickly got to work stitching the patient back up. Dr. Zayne walked over to her and her heart skipped a beat as she watched another nurse help remove his scrubs and gear before finally standing in front of her.

He looks so tired, she thought silently handing over his phone. He accepted it and a deep frown immediately hung over his face. He pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. "Damn, I'm late". He said quietly.

"Is something wrong Dr. Zayne". Mia asked gazing at his face. Mock concern on it. Zayne only looked at her before leaving the room. Mia was confused, while it was true they didn't have much contact, he'd never outright ignored her before. She shrugged it off as tiredness. It had been a six hour surgery after all.

Mia left the surgical wing and went back to the nurses station to write down the report she knew would be expected by the end of the day. However forty-five minutes later she was being summoned to Zayne's office. He had directly written an email and sent it to her. This had never happened before. Mia had attended dozens of surgeries with Zayne before, but never had an email come to her straight from him.

She was so elated that she didn't even notice the looks she was getting as she practically skipped to his office. Word of her misdeeds had traveled around the entire cardiac ward and then some, but Mia hadn't noticed. Too busy floating in the clouds to see the disapproving stares and mock sympathy she was getting.

She stopped only once at the last bathroom before turning to his office to check her hair and makeup. She quickly undid the ponytail her hair had been thrown in before and finger combed the strands before relying it neatly. Adjusting her bangs to fall just right across her forehead and removing all traces of smudged eyeliner. Perfect! She thought glancing once more before leaving.

Standing in front of his office door she cleared her throat and raised her hand to knock, but another hand beat her to it. She turned a withering look on her face but nearly recoiled in shock. Standing to her right was the president of the hospital along with his secretary and another Doctor she couldn't remember the name of.

"Come in". Zayne's deep voice sounded from the other side. The president quickly pushed the door open and strode inside. His secretary looked at her. A woman in her mid thirties with square framed glasses a high ponytail with side swept bangs and piercing golden eyes. She looked like an eagle that had just found her next pray. Mia suddenly felt small, all her early excitement and high dwindling rapidly to nothing.

She walked into the room like a timid mouse searching for the cat she just knew was watching her. "Y-you wanted to see me Dr. Zayne"? His green and gold eyes looked at her. Expression flat, devoid of all emotion and even life. Her body started to trembled as she played with the hem of her uniform shirt.

"Did I receive any calls earlier this morning"? He asked her out right not beating around the bush. "N-no sir, your phone did not ring". She was sweating nervously. Why was she being asked this in front of the president. She wanted the floor to swallow her.

"Is that so". He said and the temperature in the room dropped ten degrees with that single sentance. He wordlessly turned his computer monitor around to show what he was looking at and Mia felt her stomach sink to the floor as she stared at a frozen image of herself holding Zayne's phone. It was clear as day.

"Are you unaware that in addition to their being an observation deck above my operating room there are also cameras all over the place? Are you sure this is the route you wish to take"? He asked as her pressed play on the video. You could clearly see her holding the phone and looking down at the screen when the device lit up. The name couldn't be read from the distance but the picture of you was unmistakable.

Mia lost all composure as she ditched her cover. "Why does she get to have your number and hang around you all the time like some cheap skank? It makes me sick the way she's always coming to the hospital like she owns the place. She doesn't even deserve to breathe the same air as you. She doesn't deserve to breathe at all"! Mia shouted chest heaving from her words and anger. "Who does she even think she is? She's isn't good enough for you"! She went on. There was no coming back from this, Mia had tossed all caution to the wind and she was going down with her sinking ship.

"Are you so self absorbed that you don't even know who my patients are"? Zayne asked, his voice was cold enough to give Mia frostbite as she practically froze. Horror dawning on her as realization started to sink in. "Not that it is any of your business in the first place. She has an extremely rare heart condition and requires weekly checkups to make sure no changes occur. She has my number because I gave it to her....".

Just then the door burst open and several people came in panicked. "Dr. Zayne you need to see this now"! The male shouted grabbing the remote and turning the TV on to the news in a flurry.

"..Minutes ago on the mountain there was an explosion believed to have been cause by metaflux, at the time the train bound for Snowcrest was at the heart of it. As of yet we are unable to get reports of the accident. As you can see drones are trying to get closer bit having no visual luck. The smoke has completely enveloped the accident. We are able to confirm that the train was blasted off the tracks as you can see here". The reported said as a still image filled the screen.

You could clearly see where the tracks ended brokenly and the huge gouge that had been taken as well as the black smoke. All eyes in the room turned to Zayne who had stood abruptly from his chair with such force that it had been knocked over. He scrambled for his phone furiously before tapping and immediately calling someone. The phone went straight to voicemail. Over and over again to no avail, finally he dropped the phone and hung his head brokenly.

He looked up sharply and sent her a withering glare, "The president will deal with you. I need to go". He said directing the last part to the president.

No one said a word as Dr. Zayne left the hospital and drove straight to the train station. He tried calling Dr. Noah, but to no avail. Emergency lines overruled all other communication.

Zayne felt like all his sanity was about to slip away, you were missing and you took his heart with you when you vanished.

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That had been eight days ago, every news outlet was following the story as the very world held its breath. Four rescue attempts had been made with no results. The explosion had stired up all the Wanderers and the area was thick with danger. Rescue workers couldn't fend off the Wanderers and there just weren't enough Deepspace Hunters that could destroy them, protect the rescuers, and look for survivors. All hope seemed to be lost.

As morning dawned on the ninth day something changed, the areas that had previously been inaccessible were suddenly clear. The Wanderer sightings in the first zones had dropped to zero. Even the metaflux readings were bottoming out. Like the forests surrounding the area was reclaiming itself.

Zayne finally ditched the watch the Association had put on him and headed into the wilderness. You the only thing on his mind. He was coming for you no matter what.

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Pain, that was the most prominent feeling you had first as you tried to open your eyes and move. They didn't want to cooperate. Something shuffled near you and then you realized something was holding your hand. At first you were afraid, unable to open your eyes and unable to move. Panic started to set in and with it dizziness. Even though you were already lying down the ground beneath you was spinning. Like a merry-go-round turned on to fast.

Then there was a quiet shushing. "It's alright, please calm down. Your injuries are serious and we have no way to treat them. We barely managed to stop the bleeding. Your eyes have been covered because there were deep cuts on your forehead. In addition your right leg and arm are badly broken. I don't know the extent of all your injuries so please don't move. If it hadn't been for your warning no one but you would have survived. My wife and daughter are alive thanks to you. Please let us help you". A male voice said softly near your ear. A hand brushed your hair back and then there was gentle pressure on your left hand.

A smaller hand had gripped it holding softly. "We managed to put up some shelter, it's been snowing non stop since the accident and the area is not safe. Your watch alerts us to dangers so we're staying hidden. You're a Hunter aren't you"? Those time a female voice was speaking softly. Memories slowly came back, you remembered the family you saw on the train and tears came to your eyes. That family had survived and not only that, protected you at your most vulnerable moments.

With all the strength you had left to muster you squeezed the small hand still holding yours before passing out again. Thankfully in unconsciousness there was no pain and there was also Zayne.

How you missed his cool demeanor and often icy personality. You missed staring into his deep hazel eyes and getting lost in them. You missed him holding you and waking up to him. In your dreams Zayne had already found you and was gently tending all your injuries while hiding how much it pained him to see you in this state.

The next time you woke up all was quiet around you. Carefully you pulled the layers of cloth off your eyes and peered into the dim light. It stung a bit after so much darkness. Huddled around you was a man, woman, and small child. They looked worse for the wear and tou noted cuts, burns, scrapes, and the like on them. Seems they had been extraordinarily lucky to escape with such minor injuries. You took note of the extent of your own injuries for the first time. Breathing hurt if you sucked in air too deeply, seems you can add ribs to the list of broken. Not to mention the burning paid in your side. That was heavily bound with cloth. That must be the bleeding that was hard to stop.

You tried to lift your head but that just sent oy straight back to the world of dreams. All your energy spent on just moving cloth from your eyes and feeling out wounds.

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Zayne was still unsure of the man walking beside him. He sort of knew about your upstairs neighbor and frequent Hunting partner but had never actually met Xavier before. He was quiet hardly speaking and seemed to be emotionless. Taking down every Wanderer that approached.

He hardly even needed Zayne's help, in fact he was pretty sure the man required zero help at all. It was quite a surprise when Xavier had agreed to Zayne's coming along in the first place. He knew there was more that Xavier knew than he would ever let slip. This guy held more secrets than a diary.

When Zayne had told him he was going to find you with ir without his help Xavier relented and off you were. Easily slipping past barriers and blockads headed for the accident zone.

Suddenly Xavier stopped his sled dogs and walked through the trees. In front the train tracks appeared and so did the spot where a huge hole was. Spanning at least thirty feet wide and probably ten feet deep at its center, it was no surprise the train had been blasted off the tracks. One of the cars lay on its top. Windows busted and scorch marks all over the metal. The fire on this one had burned a long time. The smell of burnt wooden, metal, and coal still lingered in the air. The bursting of snow looked odd on the scene. Any tracks that may have been on the snow were long since gone. Dusted over with more snow.

"Not here". Xavier said quietly leading away from the car and walking further away from the train into the woods. The air was dead silent, no animals had been seen in days. Having run away, or too terrified to come out of hiding.

Zayne felt his heart freezing over with the bitter cold. He would not admit the chances of your survival of the explosion until the evidence was thrust right before his eyes.

The hospital had forced him into a personal leave two days after the explosion. He was walking around in a daze, because quite literally his heart was missing. He got angry everytime he thought about what one of the nurses had done. Rejecting your calls like that several times. Her job was terminated that day. The president would not have such a malicious person on staff at Akso hospital. If word got out that patients were treated like that because a nurse thought she was entitled to whatever she wanted their stellar reputation would plummet.

A crunching noise started coming from a few feet in front of them. Xavier dashed forward towards thr sound.

In a makeshift clearing a man was walking their way. He looked beat up and tired as he froze at the sight of them before smiling in joy. It looked like he had been crying.

"Oh thank god"! He cried coming to them in relief. "We need help, the young woman that is with us is hurt real bad. I don't know if she's going to make it. I can't treat her injuries. Zayne felt his blood freeze as a sickening feeling came over him. "Show us". He said and the man immediately turned are hurried back the way he'd come. For the first time Zayne realized there was a tent strung from blankets and branches.

The man pushed the heavy blanket aside and went in. Zayne paused for a moment before he and Xavier followed. As soon as Zayne got a look at who was lying on the ground it felt like his soul left him.

There you were, his heart so battered and hurt he could barely breathe. For the first time Zayne wished he didn't have any medical training ir knowledge. He could easily see every injury and the signs of the ones the untrained eye could not.

A fever had set in and you were shivering despite the blankets on you and the two people huddled near you trying to keep you warm.

"Move aside", Zayne said with a calm he didn't feel. He took his backpack off and immediately searched for the pain medication and bandages. He gave you a shot to dull the pain your broken bones would definitely be giving you. He removed the cloth wrapped around your stomach and examined the injury. He could tell they had tried their best to care for you but lacking any supplies at all it had been a struggle. Signs of infection were already setting in. The jagged cut to your side was deep and would require antibiotics and stitching. Neither of which he had now. He just tried his best to clean the wounds with the basic supplies he had and moves on.

At some point during his treatment, you woke up. Eyes hazy and unfocused. "Zayne can't you find me already"? The fever had made you delirious. "Hurry and come find me Zayne. I can't hold out much longer". He stoked your head and mumbled. I'm looking for you, I'll find you soon. "M'kay". You say before slipping back into a feverish sleep. "We need to get her out of here now". Zayne says to Xavier carefully turning you onto your back and the carefully picking you up.

Your face scrunches in pain and whimpers escape your lips but you do not wake. The pain meds are doing their job, for the most part.

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After what seems like a year later you're waking up. You tense as you realize that you no longer have anyone around you. The little girl is gone and so are the mom and dad.

It takes you almost three minutes to notice that you are lying in a bed now and not on a covered ground with several blankets. Only when you realize that do you also hear the sounds of machines. You blearily open your eyes and see the white walls and the large curtained window on your left.

Zayne is also there, asleep in a chair that just screams uncomfortable. There is a chart in his lap and you realize it's yours. You are glad that you can't read what is written from your angle. You try to turn onto your side and one of the machines starts beeping angrily at you.

Zayne snaps awake instantly and reaches over to press a button. He removes his glasses and rubs his eyes. He must be exhausted. You open your mouth to speak but all that comes out is a whisper. Your mouth is so dry.

Your voice is only a whisper. Instead you try to move your hand. This manages to catch his attention. He is immediately checking you over. Doctor mode has been activated.

"Are you in pain? How is your head"? He fires off questions rapidly. Unable to answer them you point to the water on the table. His gaze follows your finger and he grabs the glass holding the straw for you to sip. "Slowly, not too fast". He gently chides.

"Zayne, you found me". You say not answering any of the questions. "Of course I did". He says matter of factly sitting down and staring at you again. "I know you are too resilient to go down without a fight. You're tougher than that".

You smile softly gazing at him. "I need my heart". He gently takes your hand staring at the ring on your finger. He won't say it but you have certainly put his heart through a beating.

"When can I leave the hospital". You ask and he just sighs. "You're just going to have to stay put for awhile. You're in for a long recovery. The extent of your injuries were no small matter.

"Dr. Zayne I'd like you to return my finacee to me now". You say in a joking manner squeezing his hand.

A long sigh is drawn out from him before he says "just what am I going to do with you"? He leans over and kisses your forehead, both eyelids and then finally your lips.

"I hope you know a person can't live without their heart. Don't make mine disappear again. " You smile, feeling warm with his words.

#love and deepspace x reader #love and deepspace zayne x reader #halseyhatter #fic prompt #love and deepspace

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soobrat · 3 months ago

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괜찮아, 괜찮아 (Fantasy); qk

˗ˏˋ🎧´ˎ˗ pairing; kun x female!reader

˗ˏˋ🎧´ˎ˗ words; 3.3k

˗ˏˋ🎧´ˎ˗ genre; smut, fluff

˗ˏˋ🎧´ˎ˗ warnings; dom!kun, sub!reader, mc got that dawg in her (she's a pathetic, horny, pervert), privacy invasion, use of a condom (I can't believe it!!), cunnilingus, two reader orgasms, constant check-ins, aftercare crumbs, very soft but passionate smut, let me know if I missed anything

↻ ◁ || ▷ : The ultimate soft dom, Qian Kun everyone. Thanks for requesting! Oh! And obviously listen to Fantasy by Fei while reading the smut.

How long…

You can barely finish the sentence in your mind amidst the anguish. Twenty minutes ago you were finally able to filter your friends out of your home. You don’t know if they got together to conspire behind your back or if they naturally decided your place was the hangout spot.

All it took was you telling the group chat that there was a spare key under the welcome mat. You explained that it was in case they were nearby and needed something urgently. Now you come home from work and find three people on your couch, someone in the kitchen, and someone using your computer to play minecraft. Unless you’re looking for an impromptu party, you immediately clean house.

That’s what had to happen today. They were in the middle of a session of Mario Party on your switch, begging you to let them finish first before you kick them out. You would’ve been a little lenient, maybe even sat and watched, but something was going on with you. You weren’t sure if your period was coming soon or what, but you’ve been so utterly horny you’ve gone brain dead.

Fifty minutes ago you spent far too long at work zoned out while staring at your computer screen. You were slack jawed, vivid depictions of filthy hardcore sex playing in your mind. You switched from celebrity to celebrity, then to old flames, then to hot strangers you’ve had fleeting encounters with. All your options were exhausted and your brain was reduced to goo. That’s how you rationalize images of a shirtless Kun making an appearance in your latest fantasy. The forefront of your mind fought against it. This was gonna make things weird in one way or another you thought as the back of your mind broadcasted more and more. Kun groping you through your clothes on a train. Kun taking you upstairs during a party. Kun fingering you under the table at a packed restaurant.

Like never before, your mind was igniting, and so was your core. Forty minutes ago was when your shift ended and you rushed to the bathroom. It was unreasonable to assume you soaked through your pants, but you could feel how saturated it was. The wetness sat uncomfortably against your mound. You wipe off what you can and rush out of there. You had a long list of ideas for porn to watch and you were planning to stretch the session for as long as you could.

Thirty minutes before your humiliation, you step into the door to encounter your obstacle. Five pairs of eyes look up at you, some guilty, some unabashed.

“Please let us finish. It’s the least you can do.” Hendery’s begging is rendered unconvincing by his entitled undertone. You cock an eyebrow up at him. He holds a frightened expression before caving. “No, you’re right.”

“But it’s your turn to roll!” Yeri whines, grabbing Hendery to stop him from gathering his things.

“Get up.” You state emotionlessly. The longer you’re deprived from touching yourself, the more irritable you become. Cycling through glaring at each of them ends up with you meeting Kun’s gaze. Your annoyed expression drops, your mouth dropping open a bit as well. He smiles nervously at you.

“Looks like you had a long day at work today?” His question makes you realize he’s not nervous about being scolded, but because he’s concerned about you. It’s a touching realization that shouldn’t be shooting lightning straight to your core. See? Things are weird now.

“Yeah. Really long.” Your mouth suddenly goes dry as all the agonizing fantasies involving him come to mind.

“Alright, guys.” Kun uses his player one privileges to close the game out, taking the time to turn the switch off despite the groans and protests around him. “Let's give her her house back.” Kun reaches over to tug an urgently protesting Yeri up from the couch. You alternate between monitoring the slackers making excuses to stay and monitoring Kun. His unwavering authority over everyone has you pressing your vagina between your thighs as discreetly as possible.

Back to twenty minutes ago when you wave goodbye to Kun, him seemingly moving in slow motion as the closing door gradually reduced your vision of him to nothing. You didn’t have time to mourn this when an overwhelming wave of arousal hits you once you realize you’re finally alone. You rush to your room, squealing as you hop onto your bed. You’re trying to get things started as fast as you can but trying to shove your headphones in your ear while pushing your pants off might’ve been delaying things. You eventually get situated, excitement thrumming through you as you find the perfect porn video.

“Oh shit.” Kun slams one of his hands onto the steering wheel.

“What?” Sooyoung asks from the backseat. “Forget something?”

Kun’s ensuing sigh answers the question for her. “My wallet. I dropped it in her room while I was getting her switch. I forgot to go back and grab it.”

“Does that mean we’re going back?” Yeri asks excitedly.

“No, leave that woman alone! I’ll drop you guys off and then go back.”

“Fine.” Yeri replies petulantly. “Then just drop me off at YangYang’s.”

“Me too.” Hendery says, followed by an echo from Sooyoung.

“Party at my place, yeah! Come straight to my place after you get it. Tell Ms. Bossy she can come too once she’s done being a stick-in-the-mud.”

Kun groans, not knowing where to start. Instead he just opts for agreeing. One could argue Kun dropping them off individually would’ve bought you more time. That doesn’t change the fact you were planning to go until your hands were tired and all your toys were dead. You would’ve been better off if Kun had forgotten about his wallet until tomorrow. It didn’t matter now that twenty minutes had passed.

You don’t hear the front door opening, you don’t hear Kun yell out to you, you don’t hear him open your bedroom door. Of course you don’t, because you have loud moaning, skin slapping, and sloshing noises blasting in your ears.

Kun wants to look away but remains focused in your direction. Should he try to grab his wallet secretly and leave? Or should he try to get your attention? And then what? Try to convince you it isn’t a big deal that he saw you rubbing your clit and watched your juices roll down until they soiled your comforter? Kun clenches his eyes shut before blinking them a few times. What was he doing?

No, he should walk back out– carefully– and text you from outside the house so you could get situated. Problem solved. Still, his feet remain rooted in the same spot.

“Kun, please~”

A strong sensation plows into him like a truck. You say his name so salaciously he can feel his cock humming. He looks down, cursing himself for wearing pajama bottoms as a joke. You can see his hardening member clear as day. A gasp from you tears his attention away. You both gape at each other in horror. To answer the question currently haunting you– how long has he been standing there– not that long, but long enough.

“I-I’m so sorry.” Kun speaks first, face-palming with a hearty groan. He peaks up at you, guilt very obvious in his face. He notices the way your eyes track downward. He worries lip.

“I know, I’m making things even weirder… Although I think you’re partly to blame for that too.” He explains as if he’s breaking the news to you. Your heart drops out of your ass as you scramble to sit up on your bed.

“What do you mean?” The words tumble out of your mouth. Only then do you realize your bottom half is very much still bare. You swipe one of your pillows and lay it over your lap.

“I um… I heard you say my name–”

You cry out in anguish as you cover your face. Kun moves closer, trying to console you but your dramatic wailing is too loud.

“It’s okay! It’s okay!”

“How?! How is it okay?!” You unintentionally scream at the man. Kun’s head rolls over his shoulders, his gaze hazarding toward his cock that’s showing no interest in softening.

“Maybe because we’re in the same boat?” He sounds unsure, or maybe it’s just how awkward this situation is. You sigh heavily, though it does nothing to drain the worry from your body.

“What do we do from here? It’s up to you.” Kun asks. You presume he’s asking you if you want to proceed like adults and acknowledge what happened, or bury it and take it to your graves. That’s not where your brain goes, though. You look at the way he regards you, that look in his eye he has for everyone. Authoritative care is what you’ll call it for now. Before you appreciated it because he was a dependable, great friend. Now you can’t stop thinking about anything but him coaxing you sweetly toward an orgasm.

“Help?” You blurt out, in hopes you don’t have to spell it out for him. Either way, the two of you are walking away from this with your friendship irreparably changed. Why not get something out of it? Kun looks at you in confusion and you sigh frustratedly. Only as you start to explain does his confusion dissipate.

“Help me… I’ll help you–”

Kun climbs onto your bed, kneeling in front of you. “I can help you.” He agrees, his voice soothing you. You can’t help humming at the way he phrases it. He grabs the pillow and tosses it to the side. You don’t get to be self-conscious about being exposed again, not when he’s already reaching down and scooping up your essence. He breathes a laugh.

“Something tells me you’re already ready to take me.”

Your face heats up but your eyes darken. You nod dumbly, agreeing with the obvious. He comments under his breath about how cute you are. You’re already missing his fingers down there.

“I still want to be sure.” His eyes implore you to give permission.

“Please?” The plea is wispy and pathetic. His eyes darken to match yours, it’s the first time you’ve seen him so openly hungry for something. He moves his soiled fingers toward his lips, hesitating for a second before plunging them into his mouth. His eyes flutter shut as he savors the taste. Your breathing becomes labored as you watch him doing something so filthy, something you thought you’d never see it outside of your fantasies.

“I want to taste more of you.” His voice deepens, sending a chill up your spine. With his hands on either side of your midriff, he eases you lower. You lie flat as he sinks to rest between your legs. His tongue eagerly laps at your mound. You crane your head back until it hits the mattress as his tongue presses firmly against you. Curving against your mound as he drags iti upward. It’s slow, so slow. You fist the sheets– it’s perfect, but you need more.

You plunge your fingers into the soft threads of his hair, clenching them and pushing him closer. He hums disapprovingly against you, pulling away to unlatch your hands from his hair. You pout, itching to disobey.

“Be patient.” He says lightly. Butterflies flutter inside your stomach as you drop your hands to your sides. You keep your eyes on him, aching for his approval.

“Good girl.”

Every inch of your skin ignites, every tiny hair standing on end. Your body feels like it’ll spark if he touches it, and he buries his face into your pussy. You cry out, throwing your head back. The heightened sensitivity doesn’t stop the entire time he laves over your clit. He uses his fingers to spread your folds, making sure your clit is fully exposed. You want to thrash and squirm against him, but you wouldn’t be a good girl if you did that. You would be getting in the way of him giving you what you asked for. So you fist your covers, whimpers and whines floating into the air.

He hums against you again, this time it sounds peaceful. Pleased with pleasing him, your body melts into the bed. This earns you another delightful hum. The static shocks of pleasure subside in favor of a distant one. One rumbling too far away but approaching quickly. As it closes in on you you feel the urge again. You want to press him in closer, clamp your thighs around him. But his eyes are looking intently at you, soft with their persuasion, keeping you good.

So instead your moans become fuller. Wanton oh’s and curses trickle from your lips. You screw your face up, everything becoming tighter the closer it comes. That coil is compressing tightly and you just know it’s about to snap.

“I’m gonna cum.” You say almost in distress as fretful moans fight free from you. “I’m gonna cum!”

You buck against Kun’s face, fists tightening around your covers and cracking some of your joints. The orgasm comes in waves, whipping you with electricity that borders on unbearable. Your vision whites out and in the middle of your clouded thinking you wonder if you’re still fantasizing. Kun rubs soothing, slow circles into your clit as he climbs up your body.

“It’s okay, it’s okay.” He whispers right next to your ear, his hot breath raising goosebumps where it lands. He peppers kisses up from your shoulder to right under your ear as he slows his finger to a stop. “Are you ready?” He breathes out as he maneuvers to face you. Your eyes rake down his figure, his lips, the column of his throat, his shoulder, his chest. You linger on his arms, reaching up to fondle his muscles. He chuckles, his head dropping down and resting his forehead against yours.

He rolls off of you to shimmy off his pajama pants. You watch as the pair you used to associate with unstimulating situations are discarded and sullied in your mind forever. His shirt is slowly peeled away to reveal the toned stomach you’ve only seen peeks of. You couldn’t help your mouth watering then and nothing has changed now, especially with the dark hair leading to what you need the most. The boxers hugging his hips sit as low as they can without revealing himself. Not that it matters with how prominently his manhood is bulging from them.

He gives those a shimmy as well, pulling them over the hump of his dick. The band finally gives way, springing his cock free. He exhales shakily, his arm flexing as he closes his hand around the shaft and drags his fist all the way down. The member flings up again, slapping against his stomach. Your breath catches as the urge to whine overwhelms you.

He discards his underwear and swings his leg back over you, regarding you with an attentive gaze. You nod again before he can even ask if you’re okay.

“Good.” He chuckles, kissing your forehead. Hearing the first word of the phrase you crave and how long this is taken is giving you blue balls. You take a quick breath before flitting your eyes up at him.

“I want you.” You whisper.

“I know.” He replies with those passionate eyes and that warm smile. He scoops his hips lower, his tip brushing against your mound. “I want you too.”

He leans over to the nightstand right by your head, giving you an up close view to his pecs. You’re so distracted by the view that you don’t question what he’s doing. He comes back up with a condom in hand. Your brows squeeze together and you nearly ask him how he knew they were there, but that’s not a priority. Your priority is what he’s slipping the condom over right now. You swallow hard as the latex rolls every ridge and vein. You hum lewdly as you press your glossed lips against each other. Kun hisses as he lines himself up.

“I’ve been wanting to fuck you for so long–”

He drops that bomb just before easing himself in. Your shock gets caught in your throat, becoming a gargled moan. It means so much more now that he’s inside of you that he wasn’t just hard from the lewd scene. He saw you and heard you say his name and it drove him wild.

A part of it felt wrong. The way you rolled your hips up to coax him deeper, looking up at him. Qian Kun, the appointed leader of your friend group. If anyone else from the group chat knew about this they would freak out. The foundation of the entire group would be shaken. How wrong it felt just made his cock being deep inside you feel that much better.

He draws his hips back in a languid motion before easing them forward again. He inches inside you, the stretch stinging a little less.

“You okay?” He asks breathlessly. You nod for the umpteenth time that evening. You go to close your eyes when you feel him lean over you. You snap your eyes back open again, pleased by seeing him this close again. You look deeply into his dark chocolate eyes. “Can you use your words?” He asks, a hint of a scold in his tone. You nearly nod again, stammering when you catch yourself.

“Y-yes, I’m okay.”

“Good.” He’s plunging deep inside you but he’s edging you at the same time. You want him to say it again. Why won’t he say it? You whimper, snapping your hips up to his. He tsks, reaching down to hold your hips steady.

“Not very patient are you, baby?” His scolding is more blatant now. You pout and he pecks it. Once he lifts himself back up, his necklace is draped perfectly over your face. His thrusts gain a consistent rhythm, one that has his necklace bouncing over you. This excites you more than you expect it to, your hips twitching a few times through the jolts of pleasure.

Maybe you’re still high off the heightened arousal you’ve built up in the last hour or so but the friction he’s providing has you practically drooling. He draws his hips back so far that he pulls out. He pushes back in and keeps that motion until a turbulent moan comes rolling from the depths of your soul.

“Oh fuck, Kun!” Your legs start to tremble violently. Moans keep pouring from you before you get the chance to think. He keeps you wide and gaping, each time he draws back your hole clenches for him. His shameless moans from above you has your stomach twisted in knots. You clench your teeth, the sudden overwhelming pressure becoming too much.

“It feels so fucking good.” Your voice is reduced to a wispy shell of what it used to be. You lean forward to bury your head in his chest as the trembling in your legs quickens. “So fucking good.” The words woosh from you aggressively. His hips suddenly slam down and you sob against his chest. Your legs trap him in a shaky cage as your orgasm looms.

“Good girl.” He coos, his hand reaching down to cup your cheek. “Taking me so good.”

With that, your eyes roll back as your hips spasm. A guttural cry rips free from you as you grip like a vice around his cock. The tight grasp you have on him makes him whisper a shaky “Oh fuck…”. It’s impossible for him not to immediately fill the condom with you milking him like this. A sudden jerk has his hips drawing back and plunging very deep suddenly. Your back arches off the bed as the last of your orgasm ripples through you.

Along with a breath you didn’t know you were holding comes a groan that shreds your vocal chords. You’re reduced to whimpers after that, collapsing to the bed. Kun follows soon after, monitoring his weight so he’s not crushing you. He shushes you, cradling your head as he kisses your cheek. An airy laugh sounds from him.

“Very good girl.”

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kykyonthemoon · 6 months ago

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Once upon a time, there was a jasmine garden in Elysium.

Once upon a time in Elysium, there was a garden, two hearts, and one life.

This story sets in an alternative universe.

ಇ. Zayne x MC (Female Reader)

ಇ. Warnings and tags: major character death, angst, hurt, emotional hurt, a little comfort, mental and health issues, childhood friends

ಇ. Word count: 3k

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ಇ. Request

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She was sent to Elysium from a very young age.

It was a special place, for special children like her. She was unwell, and she was aware of it. She was concerned before being brought here, but she later felt fortunate because not every ill child could afford the luxury to stay in such a wonderful place.

There, she received treatment for her heart disease. She made a second home, where medical experts attended to her with great care and tenderness. She made friends, not many, and most were just short and intermittent periods of time before they were taken out of the gate and disappeared forever. Still, she had a vast garden with grass reaching to the horizon and plenty of vibrant blossoms for companionship.

Then, some time after arriving at Elysium, another friend came to stay in room number ten next to hers.

With cautiousness she opened her chamber door a little. Through a tiny crevice, she caught a glimpse of a towering lad who appeared to be a few years older than her. He dressed discreetly and in many layers despite the fact that the weather had gradually turned to summer. His pale face revealed both panic and restraint not to let it overwhelm him. His fists clenched over the handle of his suitcase, and she could see little snow-white particles presenting on those hands.

The man who accompanied him was a familiar doctor. She had seen him come here a few times but had never spoken to him. She heard something unclear in the exchange between him and the chief nurse. Her attention was drawn to the peculiar kid who would become her peer in the next room. At last, as if he sensed her keen interest from a distance, he lifted his head slightly. And then, his eyes found hers.

The friend in room number ten was extremely quiet. He did not sit and eat with the other children, instead sat alone in silence at the corner with the least amount of sunshine and the fewest number of people. He did not participate in daily activities like the rest. Most of the time he locked himself in his room, or perhaps was confined there. He did not converse with anyone other than the special nurses who were solely responsible for his care. Occasionally, the doctor, who was also his father, paid him a visit. But he frequently departed looking incredibly haggard, with little cuts on his hands or face.

Sometimes, the boy's room grew cold so unnaturally.

It was in the middle of the night, while sleeping soundly on her soft bed, surrounded by the warmth of freshly laundered blankets and her beloved plushies, she was suddenly awakened by the noises echoing from the other side of the wall. She was startled awake by noises echoing from the other side of the wall. She heard clanking and yelling, but they appeared to be muffled by something. Then, ice began to coat the wall that separated room number nine and ten.

She got up. Bare feet met the ground, freezing. When she opened the door to step out, a group of night nurses raced into the adjacent room. The door opened. The scene within had frozen her.

That child was encased in a thick sheet of ice that extended from his palm, forming a cocoon around his writhing body on the ground. A nurse had to use her fire Evol to shatter the ice before two others dragged him out. On his chest was an ice blossom that resembled crystal. It damaged him, and she saw only the anguish he was experiencing.

“Go back to your room.” Someone chased her away. Before the door to room number ten closed, she vaguely saw the nurses pinning him down on the hospital bed, with his wrists and ankles bound securely.

He did not show up the following day, or the day after that. Her room was no longer frigid, but every time she lay down on the bed, she wondered how he was doing. Was he still in pain? Was he still cold? Was he lonely?

She got up again. She grabbed the little white and red snowman plushie in her hand, then walked out. It was midnight. She knocked on the door of room number ten.

There was no response. She knocked again. Then again. There was a gentle noise within, letting her know that the boy was still present. But he did not open the door or answer. She placed the snowman in the aisle and murmured:

“I'll give you this plushie. If it hurts too much, just hug it, okay? Warm Snowman will help you overcome the pain and cold.”

After that, she dashed back to her room. She kept the door open, at times peeping out to check if he had accepted the gift. A long time later, when her legs started to get weary and her eyelids heavy, she caught the door to the adjacent room open. A pale arm grabbed Warm Snowman and brought him inside.

She grinned with delight. That night, she had quite a good sleep.

One day, she caught him in a corner of the garden, where a lot of jasmine bloomed. He sat on the grass, gently reaching out to touch a branch. As soon as he saw its green hue covered by a thin layer of ice, he quickly withdrew his fingers.

That was when she decided to come forward and start a conversation.

"Hello there." She spoke a few words to introduce herself. He simply sat and listened, without commenting. The longer he remained silent, the more determined she became to get him to speak. "Do you like jasmine?"

He nodded. For some reason, he always felt attracted to those pure white flowers.

“I planted them.” She said with a look of pride that she could not hide on her face. “Since I first came here, I have helped the gardener cultivate a lot of flowers. I'm the best gardener here, they say.”

She laughed. He merely glanced at her, his face showing a little surprise.

“Hmm… May I ask the reason why you're staying here?” She could not suppress her curiosity any longer.

He glanced down at his hands, then quickly concealed them in the pocket of his thick coat.

“Let me guess…” Even if he did not say it, she had a general idea what was going on with him. “Is your illness related to the ice Evol?”

He nodded slightly.

“Hmmm… Then I don't know how to help you. I have a heart disease..." She pointed to where her heart was beating. “There's something in here… It makes me unwell…”

Both were silent for a long while. There were melodies from the birds in the dew-still morning garden. Finally, he spoke to her for the first time:

“Do you… wish to get better?”

“Hmm?” She tilted her head slightly. “What a strange question! Of course, nobody wants to be sick... It would be great if we could live healthy and happy for the rest of our lives..."

"…Understood." He whispered. The tranquility of the garden was broken by the nurse's call to him. Before departing, he gazed back at her and said:

“My name… is Zayne.”

Since then, she became a friend of Zayne’s. The two often ran out to play in the garden, where they handily assisted the gardener in caring for the plants. Zayne had opened up more, at least to her. Soon, summer came, bringing with it an abundance of wildflowers that blanketed the plains around Elysium's garden. They both sat there enjoying the brisk air.

She made him a wreath from plants and flowers, said:

“Zayne, please lower your head a bit.”

Even when seated, he appeared considerably larger than her. Zayne bended slightly so she could lay a colorful garland on his jet black hair. He stated:

“Flowers each have their own meaning. Do you know?"

Daisies represented friendship, simple delight, and good wishes.

Queen Anne's Laces represented calm and sanctuary.

Jasmine represented pure and devoted love.

Zayne weaved her one out of solely white jasmine. He put it on her hair. The afternoon wind carried the fragrance of flowers and grass. He shared with her his future plan:

“In the future, I will become a doctor.”

“Like your father?”

"No." Zayne halted for some time before continuing. “I will be better than that. I will be able to cure other people's ailments... To cure yours."

“What about you? Zayne is also unwell, right?” She persisted in her naïve inquiry.

Zayne glanced at her, the corners of his lips curled slightly. She realized he was smiling.

"You come first."

At last, Zayne's wish came true. Even if it separated him from her for a considerable amount of time.

Room number ten had been vacant since Zayne's departure. He passed through the grand gate of Elysium, and like every other friend who had left before, she was afraid he too, would not come back.

Ever since she met him, she started to fear staying here all alone. Forever.

Even though he lived so far away, he sent her flowers every week. Every time the gardener came to see her, she always brought a bouquet of fresh flowers and announced so loudly: "Flowers for the young lady in room number nine!" which made the girl giggle a lot. She created new garlands from his gifts. She knew all too well that he was trying his best, to become the best, so he could heal her; yet, she hoped he would first cure himself.

Many years had passed, and when they met again, he was Doctor Zayne from Akso Hospital.

He was considerably taller than she had imagined a boy would be. But she would recognize him immediately no matter where he was or what the circumstances were. She would recognize the brilliant eyes but always glanced down in such a humble manner. She would recognize the scarred hand that she once held dearly like it was a life of her own every time his Evol got out of control. She would realize that his eyes always searched for her the moment he entered the room; and then when he found her, the corners of his lips would expand into a delicate grin.

He accompanied her on another stroll around the Elysium campus, stopping to admire the jasmine bushes and greet the gardener. He sat calmly, listening to her fascinating stories about the other patients here after he had left. She remembered each and every one of them, since after many years of calling this place home, she had learnt how to care for ill children like herself. And she told him, how much she was missing the friend in room number ten!

As the day gradually ended, Zayne held out a bag of jasmine seeds in front of her. He said:

“This is for you. Please help me plant a lot in the garden, okay? When you completely recover from your illness, they will bloom in time to congratulate you."

"Yes. I'll plant— Oh wait..." She came to a quick halt as she realized what Zayne was implying. “You said, when I completely recover?”

Zayne smiled. He looked much fresher than she could remember.

“Yes. You shall be cured. I have found a method for your condition.”

She was so ecstatic that she nearly sprang up and spilled the seeds.

On the day of her operation, Zayne clutched her hand tightly outside the operating room. He reassured her:

“You will be okay. You will recover. Once you're healed, live well like the way you've always wanted, okay?"

She felt no fear at all, since his warm touch had always kept her safe.

“When I get better,” she said. “I want to weave a wreath with Zayne. I want to get out of here and start a new life… Zayne… Do you wish to come with me?”

Zayne did not respond right away, instead staring at her in silence for a while. So long. With tenderness he bent down and placed a soft kiss on her forehead.

“When you wake up, I will always be here waiting for you.”

She awoke in a modest, familiar room. A tap on the door outside , and a few seconds later, the gardener's face appeared.

“Flowers for the young lady in room nine.”

She smiled and took the bouquet of fresh flowers from her hands. The jasmine flowers welcomed her with a fragrant hug.

“Are they from the seeds I planted?”

"They are." The gardener spoke while sitting in a neighboring chair. “But how are you feeling now?”

“Much better. Tomorrow I can leave Elysium right away! But… have you seen Zayne?”

“Zayne?” The gardener's expression conveyed astonishment and dismay. The girl asked again:

"Yes. Zayne? I haven't seen him since after the surgery."

“They haven't told you anything, have they?”

The gardener's concerned demeanor scared her. “What happened to him?”

The gardener remained silent for a minute, as if she was deciding which words she should say to the girl.

“Zayne… is gone. He is no longer here.”

“No longer in Elysium? Where did he go? If I travel to Akso Hospital, can I see him again?”

The gardener swiftly grasped her hand. Her voice was quiet and tearful:

“They hid it from you, poor girl. But since you're better now, maybe I should tell you the truth, so you can move on with your life..."

Zayne never returned to Elysium.

He was dead.

After finishing his studies and becoming the youngest Chief of the Cardiology Department at Akso Hospital, Zayne threw himself into researching ways to treat special hearts such as the one in her chest. Since her protocore contained too much power, it drained her heart and damaged her health. For a long time, there was no cure for this kind of ailment. Being transferred to Elysium was simply an attempt for her to spend her very last days in peace.

Zayne did everything to save her. He succeeded. But the price was too great, for both the girl and him.

After years of traveling around the world searching for a cure for her,he overlooked his own issue. When he realized the consequences, it was a little too late. Zayne accepted everything and had it all planned out well in advance, before his time came.

One day, they discovered him collapsed over his desk. The body, frozen. Icy. The warmth was drained by the ice flower blooming in the middle of his chest. In his hand still a bag of seeds with her name on.

After many years of research, he had found a way to cure her and it was also his will.

He never returned to Elysium. Yet his heart did. It was pounding in her chest, reminding her of all the good old days spent with him, telling her that he forever stayed. With her.

Nobody knew how she got over this loss, only that she lingered in room ten for several days. Zayne had never come back. She never saw him again. The days leading up to her operation were a dream. An illusion. Had she gone mad? Yet everything seemed so real! His voice, his warm embrace, his steady hand and his tender kiss… Why did everyone tell her it was not real? He was no longer real?

Perhaps; him, this room, the jasmine garden, and Elysium, they all existed only in her head.

“Poor girl, stop wasting your time here. Zayne gave you his heart so you might begin a new life, but you instead chose to slowly let it die here?”

The gardener's words echoed in the empty room, jolting her awake from her unending nightmares. She was hurt, severely, as if someone had carved a large hole in her chest that could not be filled. Yet they also put in that Zayne's strong heart, it helped her regain control of her power, it gave her another reason to live on.

“I'm sorry… I just… I just don't want to leave the place where he once existed…”

Elysium was a place filled with memories of her and Zayne. She wished not to step out of that gate. She wished not to start a new life without him.

She made her own decision. She would fulfill Zayne's wish, as well as hers.

Many physicians concluded that, while her body had recovered, her mind was still not stable. Others saw her as insane. Perhaps so; she would embrace the notion that she was insane, if it meant she could find him in all the things she did day by day in this place.

She saw him in the early morning, when she was the only one awake in Elysium, bare feet gliding across the grass to the jasmine garden and realized how long he had been there. She saw him standing in the middle of a group of children holding hands, forming a bustling circle of laughter. She saw him in every wreath of wildflowers she weaved, every plushie she placed in front of the children's rooms. She saw him sharing a nice cup of afternoon tea with the gardener. She saw him, in every breath she drew.

Room number ten greeted a new patient, a boy quite similar to him from the past. She was no longer in room number nine but had transferred to the staff area. She was then a trainee nurse and gardener. The children treated her with tremendous fondness. She was in charge of both children in rooms nine and ten. One day, she caught the girl in room number nine saying this to the boy in the adjacent room:

“If you're in pain, hold onto this snowman, okay? My nurse gave this plushie to me. She said that if I hugged it, I would feel less pain."

Her eyes stung as she watched the two children holding hands, walking back to their rooms. Perhaps she caught Zayne's familiar figure walking right beside them. Then, with a turn of his head, he sent his warm smile at her.

Author's notes:

The original plot of this story came to me after getting the flower wreath from Zayne's Promise. It was a soft romance between a young master and his little gardener. Somehow, it turned out to be the story you've just read.

Elysium is a place related closely to Akso Hospital. It's where patients with special cases (mostly untreatable) are sent to so that they can leave this world in peace. Elysium sounds a lot like "asylum", which was also my first intention to make the fic darker. But I like the way it turned out to be.

Since Foreseer myths mentions countless of jasmine blooms represents countless lives of Zayne and MC, it would be nice to consider this "Elysium" life to be one of those too.

Was this real, or was this all in MC's head? I shall leave it to my dear readers to decide.

Thank you so much for your support <3

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buttercupfiction · 28 days ago

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What would the ROs' reactions be if MC fell asleep on their shoulder?

so sorry for the wait lmao but inspiration struck and then it all kinda got away from me 😅

the Companion: It's late at night and you've been helping him sort out some paperwork for the Guild for the past few hours. You were chatting happily when you started, but by now neither of you has the energy to spare on talking as you're trying to keep focused while struggling to stifle yawns here and there. One moment you were awake, examining a paper in front of you, and the next your eyes were closing, whole body leaning to the side until you came to rest on something soft.

This kind of menial work always has him fighting to keep his eyes open, especially at this hour, but he finds that he no longer has to put in the effort, as suddenly a jolt of awareness rushes through him, waking him up more effectively than pouring a bucket full of ice-cold water over him. Unbelieveing, he looks to the side, convinced he must've fallen asleep and is currently dreaming, but the warmth of your body against him makes him realize that no, this is actually happening.

He stills, every muscle taut, almost forgetting to breathe, all out of fear of disturbing you. Should he call out your name? Wake you up? Or should he just let you rest? You must have been so tired, to fall asleep sitting up like this; he should definitely let you sleep. But, uh... What should he do with himself now? It's true he was on the brink of sleep just moments ago, but right now, he's wide awake and forced to deal with something he's been avoiding so far. Your scent, now that you're so close to him, invades his senses; your breath, as you lean against him, tickles his skin... He's at his wits' end.

He's all too aware of your effect on him, but doesn't know what to do about it. Usually, he'd follow the tried and true strategy of running away, burying the feelings deep down never to be seen again, but he can't do that now, with you pressed against him like this. All that's left for him to do is stay still and hope you wake up soon to spare him from his anguish, at which point he'll staunchly deny this ever happened and go back to pretending everything is fine.

the Journalist: You had made plans to go out and have some fun after she was done with work, so you paid a visit to her office at the Meridian, only to find her sitting on the floor, papers strewn all around her as she scribbled in her notebook. She assured you she'd just be a couple of minutes more, but in the meantime, would you come and take a look at this? Do these two happenstances seem connected to you? Or- or this one, do you think there might be something more to this? The next thing you know, almost two hours have passed and she's still in the zone and no closer to being finished, but you're starting to feel the exhaustion, so you tell yourself that you'll just close your eyes for a moment...

When she feels a weight on her arm, she humms in question without taking her eyes off her notebook, assuming you're trying to draw her attention to something. When no reply comes, and the weight doesn't remove itself, she feels annoyed at the interruption - she's almost on the brink of a breakthrough here! But when she turns to ask you to help her rather than hinder her, the words die on her lips as she realizes that oohh no, she lost track of time again.

Looking around, her suspicions are confirmed when she notices the lack of sunlight coming from the window in the back, the sun already slowly setting. Guilt starts creeping up on her as she turns back to you with an apologetic twist to her lips. "Oh, sweetheart, I'm sorry. Why didn't you say something?" she whispers, raising her hand to gently cup your cheek as her eyes roam over your face, taking in your tranquil expression. You look so adorable like this; she doesn't have the heart to wake you up.

Slowly, careful not to move too much, she reaches for her coat that is lying discared nearby and drapes it around you, trying to make you as comfortable as possible. Then, she begins picking up the pieces of paper that surround you both, set on putting them away and finishing up for tonight. The thought did cross her mind that now that you're asleep, she might as well continue with her work, but she quickly dismissed it. Your company is far too precious to her to be wasted like this, so after she's done tidying up - which might take a while - she'll nudge you awake and promise to make amends for how this evening played out, and perhaps see if you'd still be willing to go somewhere with her tonight.

the Archivist: The two of you are spending another day poring over old tomes, looking for any information about your condition. You read in silence, sitting side by side at one of the desks in the archives, each with several open books in front of you, and another pile waiting nearby. For them, this is a fairly common occurrence, but you, on the other hand, aren't used to spending hours on end sitting in one place, staring at ink on paper. No matter how much you try to focus on the page in front of you, soon enough your eyes start to close and you slump to the side, landing cheek first on some very fine silk.

Immersed in their reading, they jolt out of their trance at the physical contact, turning their head slowly to the side, curious as to why you've decided to drape yourself over them. "Excuse me, but I would like my arm returned to me," they raise one eyebrow sardonically while attempting to shrug you off, but when you don't budge, they halt, leaning over to take a closer look.

What they see sends a spark of indignance coursing through them, because really? You begged them to let you come here, to access all this knowledge, and then you just... fall asleep? But as quick as it came, the vexation is chased away, replaced by a feeling of sympathy for what you must be going through. Though they're not quite sure they like that feeling.

Sigh. Nevermind. They'll go through your workload as well, no need to go waking you up now. After all, it's better this way. 'When you do everything yourself, you needn't be concerned that someone else will fuck up their part,' they tell themself, the words sharp enough to counter the gentle way they settle you down on their lap, your head cushioned on their thigh as they return to their reading.

the Renegade: You're sat beside him at his booth at the Matchstick, watching as he nurses his drink with a thousand-yard stare, not paying you any attention. He was against you accompanying him at first, but once you promised you wouldn't bother him, he relented. To keep yourself occupied, you've also had a few drinks, but they're starting to take their toll as you feel weariness take hold of you; a few moments later, your head lolls to the side, landing on the first soft thing within your reach.

At the feeling of a sudden weight on his shoulder, he stiffens, a curse falling unbidden out of his mouth as he turns his head towards the source of the intrusion. "What the fuck-" he growls, only to stop himself abruptly when he notices that it's you. He'd almost forgotten you were there, that's how accustomed to your presence he's become. "Hey," he gives you a nudge, trying to draw your attention, "What are you..." but trails off when he notices you're asleep.

Hmph. If it were anyone else, he'd just shake them off, uncaring if they woke up or not, as long as they get off of him, but... for whatever reason, he doesn't seem to mind it this time. Something stirs in his chest at the sight of you, resting practically on top of him without a care in the world, but he dismisses it as purely sympathy, nothing else. After all, he's no stranger to falling asleep in weird places, and knows a thing or two about waking up with a crick in his neck or cramped muscles.

He planned on staying here throughout the evening anyway, so there's no urgent need to dislodge you from him... is the excuse he tells himself as he relaxes and shifts slightly, careful not to wake you, until you find yourself in a more comfortable position on his shoulder. He just prays to whoever will listen that Vanessa doesn't happen to walk by, because if she witnessed this and noticed the faint coloring to his cheeks, he'd never hear the end of it.

the Investigator: The two of you are sitting shoulder to shoulder on a balcony of a dilapidated bell-tower in the South District, backs against the wall and legs dangling in the air. You were sent on a late night patrol of the area, and they suggested finding a good vantage spot would make it easier, so you let them lead you here. It's been a few hours since your surveilance began, and they still seem perfectly alert, eyes darting over the buildings and alleyways below, but you are staring to drift off, lulled to sleep by the peaceful sounds of the night.

When your head comes to rest on their shoulder, they startle, having been so engrossed in observing the goings on in the city that they didn't notice you dozing off next to them. Blinking the surprise out of their eyes, they look towards you, concerned, only to realize that you're fast asleep. They let their eyes roam across your face, inspecting every inch of the expression you're making as you slumber. You look so peaceful like this; they'd feel guilty if they woke you up now. Though, only now they realize exactly how close to them you are.

Sigh. They know they'll never act on their feelings, never ask for anything more, and that's something they've made their peace with. Nothing good would come of it, of that they're certain. But... they're still only human. And they'll gladly take any form of affection you're willing to give to them, even if it's just innocently resting on their shoulder. Because that's all they can ever get.

So they lean back slightly, getting more comfortable, and dare to rest their head against yours, breathing a small sigh of content as they return to observing the streets below. Once they feel you stir and start to wake up, they'll move away, but for now, this is good enough.

the Enforcer: It's almost midnight and you can feel the fatigue clinging to you. You had been at the guild since the early morning, doing all sorts of menial work, but when she invited you to join her for a drink at a local tavern, you just couldn't say no. So, now here you are, sitting next to her in a booth and waiting for the barkeep to return with your drinks, and you're beginning to suspect this was a bad idea, because no matter how much you enjoy her company, your eyes keep fluttering closed and you're having trouble concentrating on your surroundings. So it's no wonder when your consciousness abandons you soon after.

"Oh? Darling, if you wanted to take this a bit further, you could have just asked," she says playfully, throwing you a sideways glance and seeing your head on her shoulder, then fakes a pout when there's no answer. Craning her head to get a better look, she realizes why you didn't answer her; you're fast asleep. She brings her hand to your face, tapping you lightly on the nose with her forefinger a few times, trying to see if you'll wake up, but when you don't even stir, a real pout forms on her lips.

"Hmm, well that's no fun," she tells no one in particular, and while her voice is light, her eyebrows furrow in contemplation. Is she losing her touch? Has her mere presence started putting people to sleep now? Hmm, she'll have to step up her game... That's it, it's decided, next time she's taking you to one of those underground fighting rings she's heard about; let's see you fall asleep in that ambiance!

Taking hold of her drink that just arrived, she pays you no more mind, but also doesn't shake you off her shoulder. She would have, usually, but... Hmm. Why does she let you stay there? The question perplexes her. She doesn't normally waste time on these... frivolous gestures of affection, and there is that itch that urges her to get up, find something fun to do, but she guesses this isn't that bad. And it is kind of flattering that you trust her of all people enough to fall asleep like this. 'And, if Elio found out I oh so irresponsibly abandoned you in a random tavern while asleep, they'd bitch about it forever,' she tells herself, finding a reason to stay seated here for a while longer, drink in her hand and your head against her shoulder.

#asks #ros #ro: the companion #ro: the journalist #ro: the archivist #ro: the renegade #ro: the investigator #ro: the enforcer #vestiges if #vestiges of the hallowing #twine game #if #interactive fiction

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sailorgoon13 · 7 months ago

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Sebastian Sallow

Basics:

Full Name: Sebastian Sallow

Nickname: Seb, Sebby, or whatever clever name Ominis comes up with

Gender: Male

Date of Birth: 18 November, 1874

Heritage: Scottish

Blood Status: Pure Blood

Wand: Yew, Dragon Heartstring, 11", Slightly Yielding

Appearance:

Hair Color: Chestnut Brown

Eye Color: Rich Dark Brown

Skin Tone: Fair

Height: 5'11"

Body Type: Athletic and lean. Agile

Style: White button-down shirt and green tie. Suit jacket, in shades of dark green or silver. When not at Hogwarts he wears something practical and relaxed. He isn't one for fashion, just as long as he looks like he tried then it is an accomplishment

Features: Freckles!! His hair falls effortlessly over his forehead in waves. The natural, slightly unkempt style of his hair reflects Sebastian's casual confidence and rebellious spirit

Personality:

Traits: Charismatic, Determined, Optimistic, Fearless, Protective, Complex

Likes: Knowledge, Dueling, Quidditch, Forbidden Magic

Dislikes: Failure, Authority, Uncertainty, Injustice, Goblins

Hobbies: Crossed Wands, Quidditch, Breaking into the Restricted Section

Fears: Anne dying, Being sent to Azkaban, Ominis and Y/N hating him

Family and Friends:

Father: Unknown

Died when he and Anne were young

Was a Professor

Mother: Unknown

Died when they were young

Was a Professor, as well

Siblings: Anne Sallow (Twin)

Was always Sebastian's best friend

When she became cursed, it hurt Sebastian more than it hurt her

Friends: Ominis Gaunt, Y/N

Magic:

Special Abilities: Mastery of Unforgivable Curses, skilled duelist,

Boggart: Solomon

Patronus: Beagle

Polyjuice: It would have a deep, ebony color with swirling wisps of silver or green and would look like a syrup or a molasses. Smell smoky incense and the faintest trace of something sweet and floral. There is a sharp tang of bitterness with a lingering sweetness, like the taste of ripe blackberries.

Amortentia: Old books, Smoke from a campfire, Salty sea air and Cedar

Backstory:

Sebastian and his twin sister Anne grew up in the Scottish countryside, under the guidance of their parents who were esteemed professors. From a young age, their parents instilled in them the value of knowledge, curiosity, and the pursuit of truth. Sebastian admired his parents deeply, wanting to have their optimism, open-mindedness, and boundless eagerness for learning.

Tragedy struck when a lamp in their cellar, tainted with an undetectable toxin, claimed the lives of their beloved parents. Orphaned, Sebastian and Anne were taken in by their uncle Solomon Sallow, who lived in the secluded village of Feldcroft. However, their relationship with their uncle was strained; Solomon, a stern and unforgiving man who was also an ex-Auror had clashed with Sebastian's refusal to accept Anne's situation.

During this time, Sebastian found peace in the companionship of his friend, Ominis Gaunt, who he met in their first year at Hogwarts. Along with Anne, the trio would often retreat to the hidden sanctuary of the Undercroft, where they practiced spells and played Gobstones, shielded from the prying eyes of the world above. Ominis, like Sebastian, harbored secrets and shadows of his own, forging a bond of trust that endured more than most.

As Anne's condition worsened, Sebastian's desperation drove him to the forbidden arts of the Dark Arts, seeking a cure that eluded even the most skilled healers. When Solomon intervened, tensions reached a boiling point, resulting in a fateful confrontation that shattered their already fragile family.

Despite the turmoil, Sebastian found comfort in his friendships, including one with a fellow student, MC. Their bond, forged in the pain of their fifth year, provided Sebastian with a glimmer of hope in the darkness that threatened to consume him.

Amidst the chaos and upheaval of his adolescence, Sebastian found refuge on the Quidditch pitch, channeling his inner turmoil and anguish into the fierce competition of the game. Joining the Slytherin Quidditch team as both a Beater and Keeper, he found fleeting moments of freedom and purpose in the rush of wind and the thunder of the Quaffle.

Academics:

Best Subject: DADA

Favorite Subject: DADA

Favorite Professor: Hecat

Worst Subject: Astronomy

Least Favorite Subject: Divination

Least Favorite Professor: Onai

Student Life:

Despite his penchant for rule-breaking and his involvement in dark magic, Sebastian was a dedicated and studious student. He excelled in his classes, particularly DADA and Potions

His rebellious nature often landed him in hot water with the faculty. His frequent detentions for sneaking into the library's Restricted Section became a badge of honor

To find a distraction from all of his inner turmoil, he joined the Quidditch team and found it to be a good way to release his emotions

**All screenshots are mine, collage is mine but pictures used were found on Pinterest**

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lilac-den · 16 days ago

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Ok. So... You know that the fandom exist an au call Actor AU right? If the TSR ROs are all actors, how would they be?

A...Actor AU...? 😶 I'm not gonna lie, I am so clueless on this part. But from what I looked up, it tells of characters actually being actors who play in a movie, series, etc...?

So if u mean how the ROs are like if they were actors of TSR... 🤔 I'll answer, but I can imagine the casts all becoming pretty good friends cuz of how well the chemistry is.

Maverick: Still pretty stone-faced/hard to read but by then, his fellow cast members (mainly Rydigan, Ittania, Enid and MC) would have catch hints of how to read him. His parents r still horrible, but in the Actor AU, they're probably separated and he has already cut ties from them.

In his romance tho, he would probably stare at MC a lot, side-eying and taking glances. The crew would probs comment how Maverick is a lot more intense and focused when its scenes between just him and MC...

Rydigan: Even off screen, he's the life of the party and the one who remembers each and every crew members' names. If it isn't his charming smile people fawn for, it's his cheery personality. Wouldn't surprise me if he got the acting gig cuz he was scouted randomly on the street. He's also the one who would probs suggest hanging out together, cementing the bond between the little group.

In his romance, he would try to chat with MC and the crew would note how Rydigan just instinctively knew which direction MC comes from or when MC would arrive on set.

Ittania: She's the one most excited about the role - it's her first big role, but she has done a lot of voice acting and cameo/background roles. Lots of people sees her as a cool, big sister type while others can't help but notice her due to the energy she radiates. Some of the crew and her agency are a little protective tho, given her naive and oblivious nature.

In her romance, she'd be the first one putting an arm around MC's shoulder and greeting her really casually and closely. She'd want to hang out with MC and even ask them if they're down to practice their lines together to better prepare the scenes they have together. Might ask MC if they want to do some voice acting with her too, like a collab.

Enid: She's a very high-demand actress. The crew are surprised the directors and producers even managed to get her to accept the role offer. She's very diligent and doesn't like to make mistakes. She's a bit tough to befriend, but Maverick, Rydigan and Ittania got through her icy exterior. With MC, she'd thought MC might just be a newbie who got lucky until she had a scene with them or she saw how they acted out the scene of the Prologue (the one with the apartment). She's impressed by how much anguish MC managed to act and thus, her opinion of them improved (she refuses to admit that this was the moment she started being their fan).

In her romance, she'd be pretty tough on MC but not out of malice. She has seen how rough the acting world can be and while the gang provides helpful advice, she brings out the harsher criticism. Like how MC's body language isn't portraying right or how they're too casual instead of awkward for a scene about discomfort, little stuff like that. But on rough days, like if MC mess up big time, she'd stay near them and just be that comforting presence before passing a coffee can to MC, a silent way of cheering them up.

Bonus

Sylphina: MC's manager who got roped into the role because the director saw how she behaves with MC and just went "You'll do!" She didn't want to at first, but ended up relenting at MC's request.

Ben: One of the most well-known actors in the industry, a very A-list actor. Is probably the one who dragged recruited MC into the acting business, especially having them join the same agency as zim.

Thank you for the ask, anon!

#TSR #The Sole Reminiscence #ROasks #Maverick #Rydigan #Ittania #Enid #Actor AU

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latoyalestrange · 2 years ago

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an idea for Sebastian x the MC: MC is on her period and walking with Sebastian when she has a bad cramp, one of those you can’t really ignore and need to sit down for a min and endure the pain. Sebastian’s immediate reaction is thinking she was cursed like Anne because she’s always out fighting goblins. She really doesn’t want to tell him because what teenage girl wants to talk about that with their crush but he’s so worried and won’t drop it. (side note: did teenage boys know about periods in the 1890’s? i deadass have no clue)

omg my mind juices are flowing. what a wonderful idea, anon. thank you for the free labor.

speaking of which, by the time i post this i will most likely have hit 500 followers!! ding ding ding!! why do you guys follow me? i defo do not deserve all the love you guys give me.

another question, how should we celebrate? there are no bad ideas because i have none. anyway, enjoy!

pinky promise

s. sallow x f!reader

summary: normally you keep these things to yourself, or at least to you and your menstruating friends. but one sebastian sees you doubled over in pain, privacy goes out the window. he's so freaked out that you have no choice but to tell him the truth to ease him.

words: 0.6k

warnings: mentions of periods, cramping, angst, hurt/comfort, crying!seb, not edited!

you were just fine moments ago. you were walking with sebastian to the library to study, talking, joking, all of the normal things you would do. he didn't notice you weren't next to him at first. everything was just fine. but suddenly, everything came crashing down when he saw you clutch your side, your face twisting with anguish. he couldn't help it. he immediately saw anne in you, crying out in pain from her curse. everything slowed around him, all he could hear was his own heavy breaths as he stood helplessly in shock. a million thoughts were racing through his mind. he knew you were one to track down the remaining loyalists on your own, but how could he have missed it? you were probably in so much pain but with too much pride to admit it.

most of all, though, he was angry with himself for being unable to protect you. he'd already let it happen to his sister once, he should've taken more precautions. he should've known, he should've stopped it. without wasting another second, he raced to your side, wrapping his arm around you to support you.

"no, no, no, no, no...please don't tell me..." his voice was already breathless and trembling. with your eyes still screwed tightly shut, his words seemed distant, muffled almost. the sharp pain that suddenly surfaced in your abdomen shrouded all your other senses. you couldn't get a word out if you tried, so you just held up your hand, a weak attempt at calming him.

"no, no, i can't--" he didn't even try to hide the tears pooling in his amber eyes. he quickly dropped to his knees in front of you as you knelt over to get a better look at the expression on your face. his hand instinctively cupped your face.

"y/n, please tell me you weren't cursed, please!" he was full-on crying at this point, tears streaming down his freckled cheeks that were now flushed with worry. you were quickly brought back to reality, hearing the pain in his voice. you opened your eyes and instantly felt horrible.

you placed a comforting hand on his shoulder as you slowly started to straighten your spine as the cramp faded away. "no, sebastian, i'm fine--"

"no, you're not fine!" he was practically wailing now, gripping onto your robes hopelessly before wrapping his arms around your waist with an almost unbearable grip and hiding his dampened face in your torso. you were fast to rest your hands in his hair, gently patting it to somehow soothe him.

"sebastian, really, i'm okay, i'm just..." you continued running your fingers through his hair as you contemplated the truth. to be frank, this was something you were hoping you didn't have to talk with sebastian about. however, the lingering students in the central hall were already giving the two of you stares, you needed to calm him.

"it's...my time, sebastian." you tried to keep your voice hushed as to not draw more attention, but your wording sent him even further from relaxing.

"your time?!" he shouted incoherently, tears still streaming down his face.

you gasped, realizing your mistake, "no, no! sebastian, it's my time of the month." as if a switch had flipped in his brain, his brow softened immediately as he stared blankly at you.

"oh." he let his arms linger around your waist as he tried slowing his breathing. after a moment, he pulled you closer once more, his cheek flush with your stomach.

"please don't scare me like that again," he mumbled adorably, still holding tightly onto you.

"i--...sure, okay. i'm sorry, sebastian. i didn't mean to scare you, darling." you decided not to argue with him. in that moment, all he needed was love.

"and pinky promise no more ashwinder camps without me," he added, craning his neck to look up at you with puffy eyes. you suppressed a chuckle but still smiled down at him.

"pinky promise."

#sebastian sallow angst #sebastian x reader #sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow x you #sebastian sallow fanfic #sebastian sallow x mc #sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian sallow fanfiction #sebastian sallow headcanon #hogwarts legacy sebastian #hogwarts legacy headcannons #hogwarts legacy x reader #hogwarts legacy imagine #hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow fluff #sebastian sallow smut

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misc-obeyme · 2 years ago

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Solomon Alone

Okay I am having some health issues, but I've been feeling pretty good today. And since I have some energy, I'm also kind of on a roll with writing tonight. I don't think I've ever posted two things in one day, but hey I'm just gonna go with it.

It's another Solomon story because I'm obsessed with him. This is a pretty short one about how he might be feeling after Lesson 12. This is assuming he doesn't have ulterior motives or anything.

It's a bit different from my usual fluff... I would say this one is all angst, but listen I don't question my muse when that slacker finally shows up.

Solomon x GN!MC

Warnings: Hurt/angst and SPOILERS for Lesson 12 of Nightbringer

Solomon watched as you lost consciousness. He heard himself asking Thirteen what to do, heard her say she couldn't help. He heard the brothers crying out your name, hoping you would somehow wake up. He saw the look of anguish on Lucifer's face, even as he held the grimoire that you had handed over to him.

Through a fog, Solomon helped the demons bring you out of the reaper's cave. When they were prepared to bring you back to Cocytus Hall, he told them to take you to the House of Lamentation instead. He convinced them that you would be most comfortable in the spare room there.

And Solomon went back to Cocytus Hall alone. He walked through it in a daze, not at all registering the environment around him. His mind was fully occupied by the sight of you falling to the ground, struck by the magic of the fountain.

When Satan came to talk to him about researching curses, Solomon listened. He agreed to help Satan look through all of the books they could find on the subject. It was a welcome distraction. It slowly pulled him out of the fog that had clouded his mind. He spent hours and hours reading through those books. All day and all night, he tried to find the answer to what had happened to you.

Because now that he was thinking a little more clearly… wasn't all of this his fault?

Solomon was the one who brought you to Thirteen's cave, to the Fountain of Knowledge. If he hadn't done that, if you hadn't been there when you made that promise, then you would still be awake right now.

That guilt was something he couldn't afford to think about too much. He threw himself into the research to prevent it from crushing him entirely. Not now, not while you still needed him.

He could face the shame of what he had done when you were awake again. He knew he would have to. He wouldn't be able to look into your eyes or see your brilliant smile without also feeling the heaviness of knowing he had caused your suffering.

It was easier with you resting at the House of Lamentation. He must have known that subconsciously when he convinced the brothers to take you there. He knew each of them would be spending time by your side, taking care of you. It allowed him to stay away so he could focus on fixing the mess he'd made.

It was only one of the many reasons he had sent you with them, though. The fact was, there were seven of them and only one of him. He couldn't take care of you the way they could. He could try to give you everything he had, give you all of his love, all of his knowledge, every part of him. And still they would always be able to give you more.

Solomon was sure you'd have an opinion on his thoughts if you were here to express them. Even so he felt himself reverting back to being nothing more than your teacher. You were his adorable apprentice and he would always be proud of you. He would do all he could to make sure you knew the magic you needed to survive and thrive in the Devildom and the human world.

He would teach you all he could no matter what, but he knew he couldn't hold onto you forever.

Solomon sat alone in his room at Cocytus Hall. A room you had poked your head into to ask him about this or that. A place where you sometimes looked for him to talk to him about your day or ask him questions about things that were on your mind.

It seemed like anywhere he went in the hall, there you were. The ghostly memory of you, standing in the kitchen making breakfast or sitting in an overstuffed chair in the library, reading. He saw you everywhere and the reality of your absence pulsed through his bones, settling into a dull ache. He was so good at ignoring this pain while he worked, it was days before he admitted to himself just how much he missed you.

And while working and researching was the only thing that was keeping him from falling into that pain, there was a little voice of doubt in the back of his mind. He couldn't help having the suspicion that your curse would break without him. That it didn't matter how much time he spent going through piles of books, that in the end it would be your tie to the brothers that would wake you up.

That once again, he would only be able to stand by and watch as magic beyond his control altered you and your life.

More than anything, Solomon was afraid that he couldn't save you.

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fierymiasma · 2 years ago

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☽ No Good Deed Goes Unpunished ☽ // Sebastian x f!MC

Summary: Sebastian gives f!MC Amortentia, so she never tries to leave him again. He instantly regrets it.

A continuation of "For Her Own Good". I got a ton of requests to continue this fic!

♪ Tags: Slight Dub-con, Dark!Sebastian, Jealous!Sebastian, Obsession, Possessiveness, toxicity, Use of Love potions, Manipulation, Angst, some very small Ominis x MC if you squint

Word Count: 4k 💔

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Sebastian never felt more free than when he was dueling by her side. Even in his 7th year, where the novelty of dueling together had long faded, he still cherished the occasions where her back pressed closely against his in the heat of battle. All of his worries over Anne's illness, over Ominis's avoidance, seemed to melt away when he was with her.

Of course, like most good things in Sebastian's life, it had to come to an end.

"Diffindo!"

A blood-curdling scream. Her body slumping against his. He could almost feel the waves of her pain coursing through his bones. His lover's face was pale, staring at the blood soaking through her own leather armor in shock.

He turned around, face in a ferocious snarl. The offending dark wizard sneered back. Something broke inside Sebastian. "You'll pay for that. Crucio!"

He would never admit to anyone how good it felt casting an unforgivable curse. It was well deserved. He was finally delivering righteous justice. Power sang in his nerve endings. "If you so much as lay another finger on her, I will not hold back on you. By the time I'm finished, you'll wish I used the Killing Curse. Crucio!"

"Sebastian!"

"Crucio!" His eyes blazed murderously. The crackles of red magic made his dark eyes gleam with malicious intent, pinning his victim in place. Sebastian was delighted to hear the cries of anguish from the villain who hurt her. "No one touches her."

"Sebastian, please!"

"Crucio!"

"Sebastian!" A delicate but firm hand grabbed his wand hand, tugging it away.

The red surrounding the periphery of his vision vanished. She was in front of him, hair in disarray, splatters of her own blood on her cheek. There were empty bottles of Wiggenweld potion strewn about. "Sebastian, please, please, enough! No more. No more suffering."

Even in this state, she was dreadfully beautiful. Perfect even. Sebastian marveled how she managed to find the strength to stop him in his tracks after taking such a powerful hit straight on.

Before he could reply, the dark wizard stumbled to their feet behind her. For the first time in his life, Sebastian was frozen, body unable to response. With one last shaky last breath, the enemy wizard screamed.

"Avada Kedavra!"

Sebastian woke up screaming, heart pounding in his throat. His sheets were soaked with sweat. His face glistened with tears.

He was back in the safety of his dorm. It was a dream. Just a nightmare. She was still alive. She was okay. Sebastian managed to make it in time to save her. His breathing evened. Their last battle had been a near miss. They had been lucky to escape with their lives intact. Sebastian didn't regret torturing the dark wizard, it was only a fraction of what he was willing to do to keep her save.

His only regret was that she saw it.

Ever since the incident, she had actively avoided him. Said she needed her "space" to think. Sebastian wish he knew Legilimency. His sweetheart looked so shell-shock that day. Skittering away from his outstretched hands, turning away from his fierce gaze. She would shy away from the robes he tried to drape over her and his comforting arms. Still experiencing the remnants of his anger, Sebastian had just thought she was still recovering from her wounds.

Now, he wondered if there was something else on the dueling grounds that she was more afraid of.

Flopping back down on his bed, he threw his arm over his eyes. Just a nightmare. Nothing to worry about.

But, a nagging voice ask in the back of his mind, what if it happened again? What if she got hurt in the rare moments Sebastian wasn't there by her side? How could Sebastian hope to protect her, when she wanted nothing to do with him?

What if she left him, just as Sebastian's parents did when he was young? Just as Ominis and Anne turned their backs to him in their 5th year, when all he wanted to do was save his sister?

Sebastian turned his head to his nightstand. An innocuous vial stood patiently, begging to be used. Though it was corked, he could still smell her the signature scent from the Amortentia: the warm, flowery perfume that Sebastian gifted her and her favorite apple tarts. Ever since he had brewed the love potion in the Undercroft, it had sat in a tiny vial in the inner breast pocket of his robes. It was a tickling bomb, a heavy sin that sat directly in front of his heart.

He never once imagined that he would resort to such measures. He wished it didn't have to come down to this. In a perfect world, she would understand that he only meant to keep her safe. But in a perfect world, Anne wouldn't have been cursed. In a perfect world, Sebastian wouldn't be alone in trying to do the impossible to save the people he loved.

His mind was made up. She was the only one left. He would do whatever it takes to make sure that she was safe. That she would never leave again.

༺♥༻❀༺♥༻

Sebastian's fingers drummed nervously over the parcel. His right leg shook anxiously as he paced in front of the Room of Requirements. She had been elusive since the incident, avoiding him all over Hogwarts. But if her Room of Requirement revealed itself to Sebastian, then she wasn't entirely keeping him out, was she? He could feel his nervous heartbeat in the spiked pastries that he was holding. Finally mustering the courage to enter, he opened the door very quietly, silently sneaking in.

There she sat, her hair swept behind her, locks spilling over her shoulders. She was dressed in her favorite leather corset, the one she wore when she was expecting a hard fight. Sebastian wondered if it was the same one she wore when she took the severing charm straight to the chest.

As he approached closer, his heartbeat stilled. Right next to her on the couch was Ominis Gaunt himself. He caught them together. Ominis was with her, alone. Hovering behind a pillar in the entranceway, Sebastian listened in. His stomach couldn't help but coil in jealously. The irony of the situation was not lost on him. How many times in their 5th year had Sebastian stolen his Hufflepuff away to teach her the dark arts only for a nosy Ominis to interrupt their time together?

"I'm just worried. Sebastian hasn't been himself lately." Ominis pleaded. "I don't know if anything transpired between the two of you, but I'm worried he's going down a dark path again." Ominis shook his head. "You wouldn't happen to know anything, would you?

Sebastian inhaled sharply. If Ominis were to learn that he used the Cruciatus Curse once again, the rat would run straight to Headmaster Black.

Sebastian's hand reached into his robes, curling protectively around his wand.

She shook her head. "Nothing strange has happened between the two of us, I assure you Ominis. If something bad did happen, you'd be the first to know."

Sebastian's heart fluttered. Even when she was refusing to speak with him, she was so fiercely loyal to him. What a good girl.

Ominis sighed. "I know our friendship hasn't been easy on you. Sebastian and I…we're not exactly friends anymore. He seems to confide in you more these days." The back of Ominis's neck flushed. "I too seem to always rely on you for comfort."

Something ugly reared its head in Sebastian. How dare he? How often was Ominis, his supposed "friend" talking to Sebastian's flame like this? The drumming heartbeat in the vial grew louder, overwhelming the rest of Sebastian's thoughts. It was fortunate that Sebastian had the foresight to make Amortentia, before things escalated any further.

Her hands gripped Ominis's trying to offer him some modicum of comfort. "He's trying, Ominis. Give him a chance. Sebastian works so hard to be good." Ominis scoffed. She politely ignored it. "He's always had a heart too big for one person, sometimes it leans too heavy in one direction, but, Sebastian means well. He's a good person, despite some of his actions. I believe in him, to always chose good at the end of the day."

Ominis squirmed. He too once thought exactly the same way. Ignoring all the warning signs, excusing away the blatant manipulation and lies. It was Solomon's death that was the final straw, a brutal wake up call for Ominis and Anne alike.

He just hoped his friend was able to see it as well before it was too late for her.

"You're too charitable to him." Ominis decided. "Ever since you've arrived at Hogwarts in our 5th year, he's been a negative influence on you. I have a feeling he still wants to lure you into the dark arts. You need to be careful around him."

Her expression softened. "Ominis, that's enough. You needn't worry. Rest assured, I'm more than capable of holding my own. There's no need to ever fear Sebastian."

Ominis doubted her words. It seemed like from the very first day of their meeting, she had been under Sebastian's spell. Always turning a blind eye to Sebastian's misdeeds.

He was suddenly reminded of the night he caught Sebastian making sleeping potions for her in the Undercroft. Though Sebastian had tried to assuage his worries at the time, Ominis couldn't feel that something was…amiss. Something in Ominis's gut was screaming at him to warn her. He needed to tell her.

"There's something that's been bothering me about him recently. I think Sebastian-"

The pair were interrupted by the extremely loud, deafening noise of the door of the Room of Requirements swinging open. Sebastian made a big show of it, as if he had just now been arriving, like he hadn't been spying on them for their entire conversation.

"There you are!" He said breezily, strolling up to the two of them. "I've been looking for you all over the place."

Ominis turned to the sound of the other Slytherin's voice, instantly on guard.

"Sebastian?" She muttered uneasily. Had the Room of Requirements let him in?

"Do you have a minute?" he asked.

Now that Sebastian was standing in front of her, he was able to better visualize tiny imperfections. There was a new rough leather stitch crudely sewing up the two jagged edges of the ripped outer corset, right where she had been struck. His sweetheart had dark bags under her eyes, as if she stayed up at night worried over something. His eyes trailed downward.

Fresh, new bandages covered her slim hands. She clasped her hands together in front of her delicately as if they hurt to be moved.

Sebastian's gut twisted. That wasn't there the last time they were together. She had been sneaking off outside of Hogwarts either alone or with Poppy and Natty, two individuals who weren't willing to do whatever it took to keep his darling from harm.

There was a missing beat of silence. The hero of Hogwarts wasn't sure if she wanted to talk to Sebastian.

"I suppose so," she relented, her voice devoid of her usual warmth. Ominis hovered protectively next to her, hands clenched into fists as if he wasn't sure how to feel about his once close friend.

The parchment covered package in Sebastian's robe pockets felt like a heavy weight under their scrutiny. Sebastian cleared his throat. "Can I speak with you alone?"

Ominis turned his head towards her. A silent conversation seemed to pass between them. Sebastian hadn't realized how close they had gotten. A fleeting moment passed, before the hero of Hogwarts nodded. Ominis got up from the couch, about to leave, before he hesitated. Bending forward, he leaned over whispering something in her ear. Sebastian stepped closer to the couch, wishing his hearing was good enough to hear what lies Ominis was telling her.

As Ominis moved to leave their friend's side, Sebastian couldn't help but bump against the other boy's shoulders, angry at his friend's betrayal. Ominis paused, frowning. He whispered so only Sebastian could hear, "Why do you smell like her perfume and Sirona's apple tarts?"

Sebastian stilled, his breath caught in his throat. He could fell his own heart beat through the vial of Amortentia pressed against his chest. So, Ominis too, could smell her signature scent in the love potion. And all of a sudden Sebastian's paranoid fears were suddenly confirmed. Ominis was falling for the girl who rightfully belonged to Sebastian.

He couldn't be too angry, he supposed. By virtue of being the most gorgeous, talented witch in Hogwarts, she was bound to attract more attention.

"Good bye, Ominis." Sebastian said rather cruelly. "I shall see you later tonight, in our dorm." Sebastian dismissed his former friend from the conversation. The other boy narrowed his eyes, before excusing himself from the Room of Requirements, not longing to be in Sebastian's company for any longer than necessary.

The hero of Hogwarts frowned, unaware of what just happened between the two once friends. "What do you want, Sebastian?"

Now that Ominis had left them alone, Sebastian's face instantly transformed. It was almost reminiscent of the adorable 5th year boy who stared at her lovingly across the greenhouse during herbology. "I just wanted to check in on you, sweetheart. Is that a crime?"

She winced at his choice of words. The memory of bone-chilling screams, of the torture curse that Sebastian had once used on her, used now on another kept her awake at night.

She had been horrified. When Sebastian had killed his uncle, the poor sweet boy she fell in love with was instantly remorseful. Upset, disgusted in himself and what he had done. She dared to finally look up and look at Sebastian in the eye.

This was not the same boy she met on her first day of Hogwarts. His eyes were dark, unrelenting, too intense. His eyes trained on her every move as if he was prepared for her to leave him at a moment's notice. Sebastian always seemed to know what was on her mind. Gently, he sat next to her, where Ominis had once sat. His hands found hers. Rough fingers ran over her bandages, examining her new injury.

"Please, sweetheart," Sebastian leaned over, his forehead practically touching hers. "I didn't meant to upset you. I did it for you. If I hadn't had the strength to use Crucio…well, I'm just glad I was there to protect you."

Whoever this was, this version of Sebastian, held his head up high. Like his use of Cruicto was a point of pride. A means to an end to protect what was his.

She was afraid. She said nothing, not knowing if there was anything that she could say that wouldn't upset Sebastian.

His eyes were pleading. She wondered, not for the first time, if he genuinely believed what he was saying or was using his silver tongue of his to manipulate her. Did he even know what he was doing, pulling at people's emotions until they wilted under his wishes?

She was unable to make eye contact with him, afraid of how he'd react to what she was about to say. "Sebastian, please, I'm sorry, but…I just need some more time. To…process everything that has happened."

"Sweetheart, we can't be apart now. Look," Sebastian squeezed her hand forcefully, accidentally brushing up against her bruise. She winced. "You need me now, more than ever. You need someone by your side, who has your back. Who really has your back. I will do whatever it takes to make sure you're never harmed."

"Sebastian," her voice cracked she barely spoke above a whisper. "That's exactly what I'm afraid of." Looking up at Sebastian's face, she could tell that he did not understand. "Sebastian, please don't be mistaken. This isn't a good bye. I just…I just need some time…alone to think."

He nodded stiffly, shoulders falling. He looked so distraught. "I…I understand. Then, I want to apologize, for…everything that happened. I never meant to upset you." He reached into his robes pocket, pulling out a parchment covered package, carefully wrapped in twine. "I got you your favorite apple tarts made from Sirona. I just picked it up from Hogsmeade this morning."

She picked up the parcel, inspecting it. There was an unreadable expression on her face. Sebastian held his breath. Again, he wondered what Ominis had whispered to her.

"What do you want from me, Sebastian?" She asked again, a bit more tired. She was unsure if this gift was more of an apology or a bribe for her affections.

Probably both.

"I just want to take care of you." Sebastian frowned, looking like a kicked Crup puppy. "Even if we have to part ways, it doesn't mean I can't show you how much you mean to me. I'll always cherish the moments we had together."

She nodded, blinking tears out of her eyes.

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She sighed, it had been days since her last conversation with Sebastian. Shockingly, he had respected her wishes, and stayed away from her. It must have killed him.

She looked over at her deskside at the package of her favorite apple tarts that Sebastian had gotten her. Over the past two years together, Sebastian was constantly showering her with small gifts. Whether it be an old spellbook, some flowers from the fields surrounding Feldcroft or just "something in the store window that made me think of you". She was honestly quite shocked that he had not bombarded her with more gifts in the past month.

Unwrapping one of the tarts, she smelled its rich scent. She inspected for longer than she intended. Ominis's warning played like a broken record. A million thoughts raced around her head. Slowly, she ripped off a chunk with her teeth. As she let the warm, softened apples melt into her mouth she tried to place what the scent was from. It smelled…a bit different somehow. The pillows in the Undercroft, the flowers surrounding Feldcroft, the warmth of Sebastian's cologne.

….Sebastian.

Sebastian Sallow, the love of her life.

Sebastian who was the most perfect, most gorgeous person in the world.

Sebastian Sallow who protected her so fiercely that it took her breath away.

Sebastian, whose growing darkness only sent dangerous thrills down her spine. Whose dark, possessive gaze terrified her very soul. And yet, a small, very hidden part of her was so enraptured in his maniac, obsession over her. A dark part of her who was elated that a man so pure-hearted as Sebastian was willing to do the unforgivable to protect her. To make her his.

She wondered how far he was willing to go for her. How corruptible the once innocent boy was. If she asked him to do the unforgivable, would he? If she wanted to abuse Isidora's power and take over the wizarding world, would he bend the knee to her? Be at her side?

If she asked him to burn the world for her, would he?

She shivered. She needed to see him immediately.

Her vision was a blur. This was a dull pounding in her head that made it difficult to think of anything else other than finding Sebastian Sallow, the man she was destined to be with. The hero of Hogwarts didn't even register that she had moved from the comfort and safety of the Room of Requirements until the telltale iron gates of the Undercroft were shuddering open.

There he was, practically his spellwork surrounding by an army of training dummies. She stood dumbly in the doorway for a bit, watching how beautiful his movements were. Whenever she dueled, it was full of crazed desperation without any finesse as she struggled for her life.

He was different. He moved like a dancer. Movements graceful, expressive. His duels were always full of his spitfire and personality.

She was in love. He was hers. He belonged to her. No one else.

No one else could corrupt him like she could.

"Sebastian," she whispered loudly in the Undercroft.

The seventh year in question spun around, heart leaping into his throat. He adored how she spoke his name, with almost the same amount of reverence he had for her. In an instant, she was everywhere. Hands clinging on his robes, one of her legs was hitched up, trying to wind its way around his hips. She was trying to crawl onto his lap. She pressed her nose against his neck, inhaling his rich scent, not bothered by her own extreme lack of decorum.

"Oh, I've missed you, Sebastian, I never want to be apart from you ever again. You need to be next to me, forever."

Sebastian was overwhelmed by her warmth. Her scent washed over him. Eagerly, he wrapped his arms around he. He never wanted to ever let go. Even two weeks was too long to be apart from her. This is where he belonged. Where they both belonged. With each other. "Sweetheart, you came back."

"Yes, Yes, Sebastian, I wasn't ever going to leave you. I can't ever be without you."

Sebastian swallowed thickly. He wondered how much of what she said was from herself or from the Amortentia.

He burned his face in her hair. In a small whisper, his voice cracked. "Please, please don't ever leave me like that again. I was only trying to help. To protect you."

She cooed, burying her face into Sebastian's firm chest. Roughly, she pulled on his robes, wanting to be as close with him as possible.

"I love you, Sebastian. I love you so dearly, my love. I love you. I love you, Sebastian."

Sebastian pulled himself away from her. In their two years they have been seeing each other, she never once said those famous three words he had been dying to hear. He was always the one to profess his love to her, patiently waiting for the day for her to say it back.

This wasn't how he imaged it.

Her eyes were glassy, unseeing, as if she was looking past him.

Something like bile was rising in the back of his throat. This wasn't her. This wasn't the whip smart, sharp-tongued, teasing girl who he fell in love with. He had fallen for the girl who wouldn't back down from his rude comments. Who stood on her tip toes screaming her head off whenever they got into their infamous disagreements. He fell in love with the girl who dragged him across the entire countryside of Scotland to do silly little tasks for the random villagers of Hogwarts.

Whoever this was, wasn't her.

This was all wrong. It felt like the inferi all over again. This wasn't what Sebastian had in mind.

He knew what he had to do. Gripping his concealed wand tightly with one hand, his other hand gently cupped her face. She softened, melting into his touch. Her hair spilled over his hands and she looked up at him like he was the night sky. He didn't want to let her go. This was perhaps the last time, he would see the love of his life look at him with this amount of affection, no matter how fake.

He almost didn't recognize his voice when he said, "Close your eyes, sweetheart.'

Her long eyelashes fluttered shut on his command. Sebastian leaned in for a kiss, perhaps their last. Even the kiss was wrong. Her movements were frenzied, as if she was intoxicated off of his scent. Her tongue pushed forward, searching for his, greedily and single-mindedly. She was uncaring of what Sebastian's preferences were, only thinking of how to consume him. It disgusted Sebastian what he had created.

Pulling back from the kiss, he had no regrets as to what he was about to do. Tears began to spill over onto his cheeks. She frowned in confusion as she slowly reached up to him, trying to dry his eyes. Swiftly, he pulled out his wand. With a trembling hand, he pointed it right at her.

"Obliviate."

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college classes start tomorrow so we’re starting off strong with my favorite teacher.

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【𝘔𝘐𝘓𝘋 𝘚𝘗𝘖𝘐𝘓𝘌𝘙𝘚 | 𝘙𝘌𝘈𝘋 𝘈𝘛 𝘠𝘖𝘜𝘙 𝘖𝘞𝘕 𝘋𝘐𝘚𝘊𝘙𝘌𝘛𝘐𝘖𝘕】

𝘚𝘐𝘕𝘎𝘓𝘌 𝘗𝘈𝘙𝘌𝘕𝘛!𝘚𝘏𝘖𝘜𝘛𝘈 𝘈𝘐𝘡𝘈𝘞𝘈 𝘟 𝘋𝘖𝘊𝘛𝘖𝘙!𝘔𝘊

𝘞𝘊 : 1,746

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gonna dive into shouta’s backstory before i introduce the mc.

for starters, he adopted his daughter (her name is kyoko in my drafts) when she was a few months old (her mom was murdered and her dad was on his way to serving a life sentence).

kyoko inherited a cat mutation quirk from her mom (the cuteness aggression somewhat influenced the hastily adoption) and a teleportation quirk from her father. at the ripe age of four, she’s shown up to shouta’s classroom more times than he’d like.

the first time she asked abt her mama, shouta told her she went to go be with the stars.

she a little on the smaller side (preemie baby) and she’s a curious little sweetheart.

she loves coloring and going outside.

she loves her uncle zashi and aunt nemi.

she loves her big brother hito and her best friend kacchan.

and don’t even get me started on her papa, she looks at him like he hung the stars just for her.

insert mc (my oc’s name is suki). she’s the youngest of four. she came along much later so the rest of her family feels somewhat burdened by her.

thankfully her adolescence wasn’t too terrible with her cousin, emi fukukado (✨for the plot ✨), by her side.

suki’s quirk, heal, heals flesh wounds and broken bones. as long as she’s holding a conversation with the injured person, their wounds should heal quite nicely.

after realizing she couldn’t legally use her quirk to help people, suki enrolled in the hero course of a small high school to get her hero license before going to med school.

shouta and suki meet during a night shift at the hospital just a few weeks before the Entrance Exam. he’s injured and frantic and he doesn’t wanna talk, he wants to get out this damn bed and go home.

who is suki to stop him?

(just kidding she threatened to sedate him if he didn’t calm down)

they see each other again at a cat café. suki is reading a new book when shouta walks in with kyoko im his arms. besides a half assed apology from shouta, they don’t interact much.

the next time they see each other is after the USJ incident. shouta’s cooperative and suki does what she can, but the damage is so extensive that shouta still ends up in a full body cast.

at some point after the UA Sports Festival, the two begin spending time together that doesn’t have to do with shouta being hurt.

they don’t really cross the line separating friendship from romance until after he returns from the Forest Training Camp. shouta is set to speak at a press conference and - even though he’s really expressing it - he’s on edge. they’re not together but they are.

shortly after his class takes their Provisional Hero License Exams, shouta meets suki’s cousin at her apartment. imagine his surprise (and anguish) when he sees emi sitting at the dinner table.

shouta ghosts suki for a bit after the Shie Hassaikai raid, but she’s sure his reasoning is good enough. about a week later, he shows up at her apartment unannounced and tells her everything that transpired. her heart breaks for sir nighteye, but it shatters for eri.

shortly after the UA School Festival, suki meets shouta’s closest friends, nemuri kayama and hizashi yamada. that’s a story for another time, though.

shouta broaches the idea of introducing suki to his girls. his friends suggest inviting her over for christmas. when shouta asks her about it, suki immediately bombards him with questions about the dress code and what to get the girls for christmas.

back at home with kyoko and eri, shouta asks about what they want for the upcoming holiday. eri isn’t sure what she wants (she feels bad about asking for stuff). kyoko, though? the one thing she wants is a mommy.

shouta tells his girlfriend suki to get them crafting supplies.

christmas day rolls around. shouta drinks a cup of coffee in the short lived silence before kyoko’s small voice rang out.

“wake up, eri née-chan! it’s christmas! gotta open your presents!”

suki arrives later than anticipated.

eri looks up from the couch and kyoko comes around the corner when she gets there. both are expecting to meet papa’s new friend. however, “new friend” goes completely out the window when kyoko sees the pretty woman taking her shoes off at the door looking just like-

“A MOMMY!”

eri is confused and the color drains straight from shouta’s face.

it only takes a few days for the girls to form a bond with suki (kyoko develops really bad separation anxiety) and by the time the new year comes around, shouta officially has a girlfriend.

suki knows next to nothing about the Paranormal Liberation War, so when one of her coworkers finds her in the break room and tells her about what they heard over the radio, her heart drops. not even an hour later are people (heroes, students, and civilians alike) being rushed in the hospital.

most of the people needing suki’s help are civilians that either got caught in the wreckage or hurt themselves while trying to get away from said wreckage. though she knows it was wishful thinking, suki feels herself getting worked up every time she pulls back a curtain or opens a door and sees someone who isn’t her lover waiting for her.

it’s a few days later that she’s finally able to track down shouta. she’s relieved knowing he’s not in someone’s morgue, but she feels like crying seeing him sat in the hospital bed, bandages wrapped around his face and the bedsheet flat below his right knee.

suki takes it upon herself to tell the girls about aunt nemi. though her heart aches from the loss of her (albeit new) friend, she doesn’t want hizashi and shouta to have to deal with the grief of two little girls on top of their own.

upon shouta’s request, suki moves into the small apartment while he’s still in the hospital. he claims it’s because he doesn’t want his cats to starve, but suki’s almost positive it’s for something else.

kyoko and eri take her around campus and she ends up meeting shouta’s class and and shinsou.

“and mommy, this is my hito onii-chan! papa says he’s not really my onii-chan, but onii-chan says it’s okay! does that mean you’re gonna be onii-chan’s mommy too?”

and that’s how the class (or those who weren’t already aware) found out about their sensei’s relationship.

a bond is quickly formed between suki and the students, especially since some of them are still vulnerable after midnight-sensei’s death.

everyone is on edge leading up to the Final War. with work at the hospital and acting as a makeshift counselor, suki tries to spends as much time with shouta and their his girls as she can.

during the fight, suki is tucked away with the heroes, kyoko sat on her hip and eri stuck to her leg. there’s so much going on, what with (in no particular order) the todoroki family showdown, shouta and hizashi disappearing from the playing field, all might and stain teaming up, and all the students putting their lives on the line.

after what feels like an eternity, there’s an eerie calm before suki gives both little girls kisses on their foreheads and rushes out to help in whatever way she can.

when suki and shouta reunite, she’s too busy fussing over him to notice him looking at her with the softest look he could pull off.

“shouta! oh my god, are you okay? let me look at you. you guys just - turn your head, please - just disappeared! i’m so glad - follow my finger please - so glad you guys are- hey! you aren’t paying attention to anything i’m saying to you right now! you realize- wait you didn’t hit your head, did you? can you hear what i’m saying right now?”

a beat and then-

“i love you so damn much.”

hizashi turns away just in time for shouta to grab suki by the waist and pull her in for a kiss.

✦ Epilogue Arc ✦

eight years later, shouta is still teaching at ua high. suki’s making her way up the charts at the hospital.

shouta’s old students have a tendency to seak her out specifically whenever they show up injured. they fully expect the lecture they get every time.

“eijirou, i keep telling you, you can’t give everyone the benefit of the doubt!”

“katsuki, you can not talk to people that way! that’s how you end up in situations like this!”

“denki! how did you even-!”

she’ll claim she doesn’t have a favorite but everyone knows it’s-

“shoto what happened to you? oh, you poor thing, come here so i can get that taken care of.”

shortly after their wedding, shouta and suki moved their family out of the small apartment on campus and into a comfortable sized house not too far from their respective places of work.

hitoshi tries to come by at least once a week for dinner per kyoko’s request. the young man confides in his mentor how he’d come over had the young girl never asked in the first place.

“it’s like a second home.”

shouta keeps it to himself.

eri thrives as a ua hero course student. she comes home everyday and tells her mom about how her day went.

“OH! and mama! i had practice against one of my classmates! she’s really big, and she beat me, but i think i’ll get her next time!”

kyoko is planning to follow in her big sister’s footsteps and go to ua after junior high.

“mommy, i can’t wait to go to ua! i’m so excited, i’m gonna explode!”

suki has a tendency to bring shouta lunch on her off days.

“shouta, there you are! you’re never where you’re supposed to be!”

“i’m sorry, my love. i had to get something taken care of. hey, where are-”

two small toddlers are always a few steps behind her.

“PAPA!”

eiji, loud and rambunctious, comes around the corner at full speed and slams into shouta’s left leg. his older brother, kei, much more quiet and restrained, walks into the room and grabs shouta’s right pants leg.

twenty years prior, shouta never would have thought he’d have happiness in the form of a loving wife and four (five) beautiful children. now though, he thanks anyone out there that he does.

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𝘰𝘰𝘧, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘪 𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵 •_•. 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰, 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵! 𝘪 𝘬𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘧𝘵 𝘴𝘰 𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴. 𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘩 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘧𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘥𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸! 𝘪'𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘪𝘵! 𝘪 𝘵𝘺𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘶𝘱 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘪𝘱𝘢𝘥, 𝘴𝘰 𝘪'𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘥𝘥 𝘢 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘪 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘢 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦. 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘴𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 🙏🏽 𝘪 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘸. 𝘣𝘪𝘪𝘪𝘪 (*＾ წ＾*)

— 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘺𝘢

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Hello again! 🐏 This is part 13! It contains violence, angst and horrible descriptions of horrible things (why can't I word things better you ask? I'm tired af, my brain is done.)

You may find lots (and I mean it, lots) of grammatical mistakes and inconsistencies (me translating a sentence in spanish to english even tho I don't know if it makes sense xDD upsi).

Get out of my way 🌈

You remembered everything at once, their faces, your own feelings of agony. There was an essential question waiting to be answered. Are these little D.’s here because of your corrupted soul or, maybe, have you been corrupted because of them? Does it really matter? You looked at your hands and then at Lilith, she seemed angry.

“Five times this week!! You couldn't be satisfied with any of them!” You didn't like the sound of that. “What are you implying?!” you asked. Lilith didn't hold back, too emotional after having remembered her brothers’ faces of anguish. “You want to hurt them!! That little demon of greed appeared because you can't get enough, no amount of suffering can satisfy you!! You want to hurt them to the point of no return!!” Each word pierced you more than the previous one, you felt caged between the wall and the sword. You had no shield and Lilith was merciless.

“That's not true.” you said, your voice barely perceptible. “Oh but it is! I begged you to stop!” The former angel wanted to say more but noticed the eerie silence and lugubrious atmosphere. She looked at you and guilt washed her over, you had paled and tears streamed down your face. “Mc, no... I'm sorry. Mc I-”

“Is it true, Lilith? Did they try to hurt our brothers?” Both you and Lilith looked towards the voice, Lucifer's voice.

You hadn't noticed how the Little D.s' chattering stopped, now all of them stood up impersonating the brothers. They were looking at you from their place, a few meters away, standing still in complete silence, with their eyes looking through you. “It's getting cold, we should go home.” You tried to ignore them but something felt wrong.

They seemed dangerous, you felt like a prey under their gaze. “Go home? I thought you didn't want to be part of our family? You don't have a home, do you? Not here.” Lucifer said. You knew he wasn't the real one, but it was getting harder and harder to tell. “Hey! Shut up and go back to your nonsense!” Lilith put a brave front, even though she felt weaker than ever before. “They tried to kill Belphie, Lilith!” Beelzebub said. “I Would never do that, Beel!” you replied. Lilith's eyes widened in desperation. “No, no, no!! He's NOT Beel!”

You couldn't even think about moving, your figure engulfed by darkness on a night with no moon. From behind you felt Mammon's breath and his voice whispering in your ear. “Mc? Is it okay now?” You turned around swiftly and Mammon revealed the figure of Leviathan with his mouth severely sewed. He was paler than usual, and the bruises around the stitches gave him an even worse look.

“Levi!!” you pushed Mammon away and warily took Leviathan's arms, caressing his face and tenderly touching his now half scarred lips. “No, no, Levi! Oh my god, Leviathan! Why did you do this?!”

“Mc! He’s not Leviathan, he’s a Little D!” Lilith screamed.

“Hmmf morm.” Levi tried to answer, both the stitches and the blood prevented it. “Shhh!! Don't talk!! Let me help you.” tears running down your face, the tremor of your hands equalling the one in your voice. “May the vestiges of pain that linger within the demon before me be eliminated."

Suddenly, Leviathan forced his mouth open, breaking the stitches and covering you with blood. “For you, Mc. I did it for you.” Shock crossed your face and your mouth dropped.

Lilith stared in horror at your worried figure, to her it was obvious that you couldn’t properly distinguish between her brothers and the Little D.s "MC! Levi is safe. He’s not here!” She walked towards you, but before she could reach you, the Little D. of Pride in the shape of Lucifer took her hand, “I have to thank you, dear sister.” Lilith only watched Lucifer, clearly confused. “What do you mean?”

Lucifer laughed before exhaling a satisfied sigh. “We wanted to push them, we wanted to press all their buttons.” He watched intently to Lilith as his smile grew wide. “But who would have guessed? It was you who did it first, our little sister.” Lilith couldn’t shake Lucifer’s grip, couldn’t escape his eyes. She turned her gaze to you, screaming to get your attention. “Mc! Run!”

You cast spell after spell, but Leviathan’s wounds didn’t heal, on the contrary, they got worse. “Levi, don’t worry, it’ll be okay.” You felt Levi’s blood on your face and the smell filled your nostrils. “Your words can’t cure me, they only make me worse.” He said, and you sobbed, trying to speak but only three words came out. “I’m sorry, Levi.” Your tears mixed with the fake blood of the Little D. of envy, if you weren’t so distraught you would have noticed how the eyes of the little demon glowed with joy and amusement.

“Mc! They are the Little D.’s! Mc!” Lilith shouted with all her will, but it was useless. Your unfocused eyes, your shallow breathing, your red and swollen eyes. “Forget it, Lilith. It's too late for them, you couldn't save them, neither you nor your brothers, not even the prince, no one.” Lucifer said.

“Mc?” Beelzebub touched your arm, momentarily distracting you from Levi’s injuries. “Beel?” You replied, narrowing and rubbing your eyes. “Do you know where Belphie is?” Beel asked. Suddenly you did not hear a sound, you saw Lilith scream but everything was in complete silence. You felt your ears clog and an oppressive atmosphere. Beelzebub grabbed your forearm and squeezed it until you screamed. “Ahhh Beel! Stop!” But his grip tightened, his mouth inches away from your ear. “I obeyed you but I’m still hungry.” Your breath was caught in your throat while your heart fought to escape your rib cage. “W-what?” You murmured before hearing a loud thump at your feet. Slowly, your eyes looked at the object that had fallen.

You wanted to scream, to let out the most horrible, painful scream you had ever heard. Instead, no words came out of your mouth. Only the failed attempts to breathe, only tears running down your face. A million shards of glass stabbing your heart, but you couldn’t even move, as Belphie’s head rolled until his lifeless eyes met yours.

“MC! LOOK AT THEM, LOOK AT HIS EYES! THOSE ARE NOT MY BROTHER’S EYES!!” You heard Lilith’s voice like a soft echo even though you knew she was screaming. You wanted to believe her, but right there, looking straight at Belphegor’s eyes, it was clear to you. Belphie’s purple eyes were looking at you, it was him. Not the completely black eyes of a Little D. but the soft purple color and the speck of pink that fades in between. But if they had color that meant that… no, it couldn’t be real.

“Mc!” Lilith shook off Lucifer’s grip and ran towards you, you tried to meet her halfway, weakly raising your hand towards her, but she vanished before you could touch her. A white mist surrounded you, with the fading voice of Lilith calling you. “L-Lilith?” You could not see a thing, your eyes looked into the white fog searching for anything. Unexpectedly, Asmodeu’s face appeared in front of you. Eyes out of his sockets and a smile from ear to ear. “Booh!”

“AAAHHHHHHH!!” you ran into the woods, no matter if you were blindly running into the night, away from the path and safety you knew. Anything was better than this.

Lucifer had gone to a meeting with Diavolo, they were drinking and he was on his second drink of demonus. He wouldn’t be lying if he said he couldn’t stop thinking about you for even a minute. Where were you? Would you ever forgive them? Was it too late for him?

He yearned for your presence, your laugh and the comfort of your smile pressed against his lips. “I should go now, Diavolo.” he tried to get up but a sharp pain shot through his chest, right where the mark of your pact it’s located. Diavolo hadn't heard Lucifer's groans of pain in a while, he was at his friend's side in seconds. “Lucifer!? What's happening!?” The Avatar of pride tore his shirt in a feeble attempt to ease the pain, he looked everywhere searching for you. You were calling him, he could feel you all over the place and then nowhere. “Lucifer!?” Diavolo's voice carried urgency, he could smell the burning skin of Lucifer.

“M-mc is in danger.” Lucifer murmured, trying to breathe. Diavolo cast a glance towards Barbatos, but it was not necessary as the butler was already on his way.

Mammon was laying on your bed waiting for your return when the pain hit him, his chest burning and his back arching painfully until his knees touched his forehead. Although it was paralyzing, Mammon changed into his demon form and quickly left the house of lamentation, frantically looking into the darkness of the devildom’s night. “MC!!!” His voice was desperate, loud and frantic. “Treasure!!” The pain increased and forced him to fall on his knees, but he never stopped calling your name.

Satan watched how Asmodeus’ eyes widened just to quickly close again, how the pupils of the demon of lust dilated as he tried to breathe. “Mc!” Asmo gasped, before falling abruptly. “Asmo!” Satan squatted down but the feeling of your burning pact stopped him, his mind became blurry and from one moment to the next the only thing in his field of vision was the ground. “We have to help them! We…”

You couldn’t see anything, the branches hit your face and scratched your skin to the point of bleeding, but that didn’t stop you. Your legs burned from the effort, you weren’t aware of how much you ran but it didn’t feel like it was enough. “I’m sorry Lucifer!” you screamed, but it wasn’t as loud as you wanted, you were out of breath and the cold air was painful to breathe. “I’m sorry, Levi!” You said. Your legs couldn’t run anymore, but you kept walking, pushing your limits. “I’m sorry, Belphie!” You murmured, no longer moving. “I’m sorry.” You cried.

“I’m sorry, Belphie!” The eyes of the avatar of sloth opened, was it because of the nightmare? Was it because of the intolerable pain in his chest? He didn’t care, he was awake and you weren’t there. He tried to move, but it was impossible, something similar to sleep paralysis. “Mc!!” he cried. “Beel!” he tried again. When he managed to move, the first thing he saw was his twin gasping form, unable to move or pronunce a word. Beelzebub didn’t need to say a word for Belphie to understand, they were feeling the same, you were on danger. You were here with them, you were far away, gone.

Leviathan felt a burning sensation in his chest, fire blazing his skin. However, when he sensed your pact, he felt cold. As if the water seeped into his lungs and sank him into the ocean, cold and alone. And above all that, you. You asking for his help from the surface. “Mc?” Your call through the pacts grew in intensity and the pain did the same.

You wanted to call them, to say sorry and speak the truth. You wanted them to come for you, but at the same time you were afraid. Afraid because you had their lives in your hands and they were ready to give in. No, you couldn’t call them even if that’s what you desired the most.

Something moved behind you, you tried to fight but you were too slow to react. Too slow and too weak, your legs could no longer support you and you fell, who knows where.

Part 14? ಠ⁠_⁠ಠ

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Thanks for reading! ʕ⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴥ⁠ꈍ⁠ʔ I do have something else to say. I have to prepare for my finals and so I won't be able to update for at least a month ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ Having said that... Mc is fine y'all (maybe???), next part it's 75% comfort (maybe?? xD), see you!! (⁠人⁠ ⁠•͈⁠ᴗ⁠•͈⁠)

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