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[taexbankai]

I only want you

this is chapter 9, the other chapters are on my page!

if you’re randomly stumbling upon this chapter, you might want to start the story from the beginning so you know all of the warnings and what’s going on lol. anyways, please excuse any spelling/grammar mistakes, i’ve been working like crazy recently and didn’t have a lot of time to reread. this chapter is kinda long lol

enjoy!

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it’s been a little over a month since satoru and i had sex. he took me out on a cute date the next day and i stayed at his house for another week before suguru took me back home. satoru sends me texts everyday and we facetime every night before we go to sleep. i miss him so much, not a second goes by when he doesn’t cross my mind.

“we should totally take a trip somewhere” nobara said as she sat down next to me. miwa wanted to try this new cafe that just opened, so she invited me, mai, momo, and nobara to come with her.

“where should we go?” mai asked her as she picked up her coffee

“i really want to go somewhere with a beach” nobara said, pulling out her phone to google places we could go

“there’s a beach about 30 minutes away from suguru’s school” i told her. she turned to me, a big smile on her face

“really?! we should go!” she said excitedly

“yeah, we should invite some people too” momo added

“that do sound like fun.. i’m down” miwa said

“okay great… should we get a hotel or an airbnb?” nobara asked everyone as she picked up her phone again

“we can stay at the hotel by the beach, my dad owns that one” i told her, pulling out my phone as well to look up everything that surrounds the beach

“oh yeah i forgot your dad owns hotels” mai said while laughing

“um… excuse me?” the girls and i turned our heads towards the person talking and we saw a guy who looked to be our age standing at the end of our table

“yes?” momo asked him

“i was wondering if i could get your number?” he asked as he turned his attention to me

“me?” i asked, pointing at myself to make sure he was speaking to me. he nodded his head as he began to get his phone out of his pocket

“oh.. i have a boyfriend” i told him. his smile slightly faded

“oh okay, so sorry to have bothered you!” he said as he turned around and left. i picked my phone back up and continued my search, trying to ignore the stares i was getting from my friends

“oh.. i have a boyfriend” maki mocked me, making her voice really high pitched

“i do not sound like that” i said and laughed

“so you’re dating gojo now and you didn’t tell me?” nobara asked. i sighed and put my phone down

“we’re not dating” i told them. they all did a loud dramatic gasp which made a few of the other people inside of the cafe turn and look at us

“could you guys NOT be embarrassing please? thank you” i said

“what do you mean you’re not dating him?!” nobara yelled, not caring if people looked at us

“i thought you said he took your virginity? wouldn’t he have asked you out after?” maki asked

“why did you tell that guy you had a boyfriend if you’re not dating anyone?” miwa asked

“why aren’t you two dating yet? you talk like everyday” momo added

“one at a time please, goodness” i said as i covered my face with my hands

“nobara… he hasn’t asked me out and idk if he will. i wasn’t expecting him to ask me out or anything after we had sex maki… even though i wish he did. now for your question miwa, i consider satoru as my boyfriend still. i don’t want to talk to any other guys… i don’t even have any interest in anyone other than satoru. lastly, yes momo we do talk everyday but i’m waiting for him to ask me out” i said, answering all of their questions

“i wonder why he hasn’t asked you out yet” nobara said

“maybe he’s scared?” mai asked nobara

“no, that can’t be it… scared isn’t even a word in gojo’s vocabulary” nobara said as she rubbed her hand over her chin, deep in thought

“maybe i should ask him out?” i asked them

“girl are you fucking kidding me?” nobara asked as she angrily slammed her hand down on the table

“no y/n, he needs to ask you out” mai said. i looked at momo and miwa and they were nodding their heads in agreement

“but why?” i asked

“would you get down on one knee and propose to a man?” nobara asked. i quickly shook my head no

“exactly” she said

“maybe he’s just waiting for the right chance to do it” miwa said. we all turned to look at her

“you’re actually probably right. he definitely gotta play it careful with y/n since he’s best friends with her brother” nobara said

“ooh i know, how about we invite satoru and suguru with us to the beach? it’s already on their side of town anyways” momo said

“that’s a good idea… have them invite some of their friends too” miwa excitedly said

“okay i’ll text suguru right now and ask if he would be down to come” i said as i went to suguru’s contact and began typing the message

“wait, when are we planning to do this?” i asked

“lets do it this weekend. we can leave on thursday and stay until like monday” nobara said. everyone all agreed to the time frame and i continued texting suguru.

“let’s make a group chat with everyone that’s going” mai said

“great idea” nobara said

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“yeah, suguru told me about it earlier” satoru said on facetime

“so… do you want to come?” i asked nervously, scared that he wouldn’t want to come

“of course princess” he said, a smile making it’s way onto his face. i smiled, excited that he’s coming with us

“you look nice. who’s party are you going to again?” i asked him

“thank you baby.. and it’s haibara’s birthday party. it’s a surprise party though so we’re having it at suguru’s house” satoru said as he propped his phone up against something in his bathroom so i could watch him as he finished fixing his hair. he had on a white, long sleeved button up shirt and black pants

“you’re not wearing your glasses?” i asked him

“nah, i was going to but i’m going to be drinking tonight. i don’t want to accidentally break them like i did last time i got drunk” he said while laughing

“oh okay” i replied, smiling at him

“why?” he asked, taking one last look at himself in the mirror before he picked up his phone and looked at me

“just don’t want all the girls there looking at your pretty blue eyes. they’re so bright and pretty, it catches all the girl’s attention. not to mention that you’re going to be drinking too, so it’ll be easier for them to talk to you” i said, slightly going on a mini rant

“y/n-”

“and you’re really tall, your voice is nice and you have a nice body. your face is attractive and you have a super fun and easy going personality. it’s so easy to fall in love with you, the girls are going to be all over you, and i-“

“y/n” satoru said more sternly this time. i immediately stopped talking, realizing just how much i was ranting

“don’t be worried. i won’t do anything with anyone even if i’m drunk” he said while laughing

“i’m not worried!” i said, feeling embarrassed. satoru continued laughing at me as he exited his bathroom and walked into his room to grab something before he started walking downstairs

“is… is riko going to be there?” i asked, anxiously chewing on my bottom lip

“yeah” satoru said. it felt like my heart had fell into my stomach

“don’t worry y/n, i haven’t spoken to her since that night. i won’t do anything with her” he said

“last time you were drunk you slept with her though” i said quietly. satoru was silent for a little bit before he let out a sigh

“you’re right, but it’s different this time y/n. i don’t even feel the urge to sleep with anyone else anymore after being with you” he said seriously. i was happy at his words but i still couldn’t help the nervous feeling crawling up my spine

“okay, don’t let me ruin your night. go have fun. tell haibara i said happy birthday!” i said, trying to change the topic

“i’ll tell him. are you about to go to sleep?” satoru asked as he left out of his front door, making sure to lock it before he walked over to suguru’s condo, opening the door

“yeah, i don’t have anything else to do” i said

“you can text me if you get too lonely” he said

“is that y/n?” i heard suguru ask. he walked over to satoru and took the phone out of his hand

“wow, you talk to him more than you talk to me now” suguru said

“love youuuuu” i said, laughing at suguru’s “hurt” expression

“yeah yeah, love you too” he said as he playfully rolled his eyes

“oh yeah, my friends all said they’re down about going to the beach. i’ll text you tomorrow and give you all the details” he said

“okay sounds good…now put toru back on the phone” i told him

“ouch” he said, we both laughed as he handed satoru back his phone

“have fun, drink responsibly okay? i don’t care if you only live next door” i said

“okay princess” satoru said while laughing

“goodnight toru”

“goodnight babygirl” i hung up the phone and stared up at my ceiling. ‘what if riko makes a move on him?’ ‘what if she follows him into his house after and they end up having sex?’ ‘what if he ends up realizing he actually still loves her and he wants to get back with her?’ i asked myself, my mind racing and thinking of 100 different possible outcomes

“stop it y/n… he said nothing will happen, relax” i told myself as i took a deep breathe in and out. i was still too anxious to sleep so i decided to just scroll on instagram for a few hours until i got bored. after about 2 hours i decided to text satoru to see how to party was going

me: hey toru, how’s the party going?

toru<3: hey baby, i thought you were going to sleep?

toru <3: it’s really fun though, i’ve had about 3 shots, i’m pretty drunk right now

me: damn 3 shots? you’re usually pretty fucked up after 1 lol, and i couldn’t fall asleep.

toru<3: haibara said i have to get fucked up with them tonight, so i’m going all out

me: what liquor are you drinking?

i waited and waited but after an hour of satoru not responding, i figured he was having fun and was too drunk to respond, so i decided to actually go to sleep. i texted him ‘goodnight <3’ and put my phone on the charger, closing my eyes and finally going to sleep

———satoru’s pov————

“just one more shot gojo come on” mei mei said as he passed a shot towards me

“no i’ve had enough” i said, pushing the drink away from me. haibara was extremely drunk, he could barely stand up. he was sitting on the couch with shoko on his lap

“are they ever gonna date? or just keep hooking up for forever?” yuki asked as she walked over to where i was sitting with suguru

“they do fuck a lot, might as well just date at this point” suguru said. i closed my eyes and laid my head back against the couch

“my head is spinning” i said to no one in particular

“how many shots did you take man?” suguru asked me

“i lost count after the 4th one” i told him. he started laughing at me

“you really can’t handle your liquor” he said

“most normal people start to get pretty fucked up after 3 shots suguru” i said, opening my eyes and looking at him

“here, i got you some water” suguru and i both turned to my right and saw riko sit down next to me while holding a water bottle

“thanks” i said as i grabbed the water, opening it and drinking it

“have you been drinking?” yuki asked her

“i only had 2 shots” riko said to her

“so… how are you and y/n doing?” riko turned and asked me. suguru looked at me, also waiting for my response

“why?” i asked her, turning my attention to her

“just wondering… she’s a nice girl. i never got to apologize to her for making a move on you that night” she said. i didn’t respond, i closed my eyes and drunk some more water, trying to sober up a little

“did you have sex with her?” riko asked me

“riko, why are you so curious about what he’s doing with my sister?” suguru asked, making me open my eyes at his sudden outburst

“i can’t ask a simple question?” riko asked him, getting defensive

“it doesn’t concern you, you’re the one who cheated on him… remember that?” suguru sarcastically asked her, she didn’t say anything

“oh, don’t tell me you forgot about toji. the married man you decided to sleep with multiple times. how could you forget someone so important?” suguru said

“stop it” riko quietly said

“stop it? you want me to stop talking about it? why? is it because you’re ashamed of yourself for cheating on my best friend? or is it because you don’t want everyone knowing just how dirty you are?” suguru added. i sat up and grabbed his shoulder

“suguru” i said, knowing that the alcohol was making him more upset than he needed to be

“it’s alright” i told him

“babe let’s go get some fresh air okay?” yuki said to him

“my bad satoru” suguru said as he stood up with yuki

“don’t worry about it” i said to him. after he walked away with yuki i turned to look at riko and saw that she was crying. i stood up, almost falling over but catching myself at the last second. i walked over to haibara and shoko

“could y’all stop making out for a second? thanks” i said, laughing at them

“what do you want asshole?” shoko said, her eyes low and red, haibara could barely even open his eyes

“go to suguru’s guest room upstairs. you’re both in no condition to go home anyways” i told them before i started making my own way upstairs, i went to suguru’s room and walked in, falling onto his bed

“just need 5 quick minutes of sleep” i said to myself as i closed my eyes

“satoru” a quiet voice said to me. i quickly opened my eyes and saw riko standing in front of me

“what do you want?” i asked annoyed, sitting up and looking at her

“did you sleep with her?” she asked me. i let out an angry groan while running my fingers through my hair

“could you just answer the question please, i wa-“

“YES I FUCKED HER!!” i yelled at her, my frustration reaching it’s max. she flinched at me raising my voice

“so… are we really done?” she asked as she took a step closer to me

“ i’m too drunk for this bullshit right now riko. get out” i said

“you didn’t say no though” she said as she started to take her jacket off

“yes we’re done. we’ve been fucking done. i originally thought that we could maybe stay friends but you’ve proven to me that clearly that can’t happen” i said to her. she didn’t reply but instead started to pull her dress up

“what the fuck are you doing?” i asked as i stood up

“you can’t just forget about everything we had satoru” she said as she tried to pull her dress over her head. i quickly walked over to her and pulled it back down, glancing at suguru’s bedroom door that was wide open still

“riko you’re drunk, stop it. you’re embarrassing yourself right now” i told her

“satoru please” she said, tears falling from her eyes. i sighed and walked over to suguru’s door to leave

“do you love her?” riko asked me as she wrapped her arms around my waist, stopping me from leaving the room

“let go of me” i said to her

“do you love her satoru?” she asked me again

“yes i do” i answered as i snatched her hands off of me

“so leave me the fuck alone riko” i said as i turned and looked at her before turning back around and walking to the stairs. haibara and shoko were walking up the stairs while holding hands, suguru and yuki following behind them

“hey we were looking for you. we had to walk these two up here to make sure they didn’t fall down on their way to the guest room” yuki said to me while laughing

“i went to suguru’s room to try and rest but riko followed me in there” i told her

“what’s up with that chick? she’s like obsessed with you” suguru said as he walked up to me as the 4 of them all made it to the top of the stairs. i was about to respond to him but i was distracted by feeling something hit my back

“you’re so cruel satoru!” riko yelled as she picked up one of suguru’s mini hallway decorations and threw it at me.

“are you fucking crazy?!” shoko shouted at riko

“what’s your problem?!” yuki yelled, also mad. i turned around and saw riko begin to pick up a book this time to throw at me. yuki immediately rushed over to her and slapped her across her face

“i want you out, NOW!” yuki yelled at her

“b-but yuki i-“

“OUT NOW!” yuki yelled again, not letting riko talk. suguru, haibara and i stood there in shock as yuki and shoko forced riko down the stairs

“shoko, you go with haibara to the guest room, it’s still his birthday, he’s suppose to be enjoying his night. i’m going to wait with riko outside until her uber get’s here” yuki said. i picked up the item that riko threw at me and went back into suguru’s room, falling back on his bed and tossing the item somewhere on his floor

“i’m way too drunk for all of this” i said to myself as i kept my face buried in the covers

“since you’re drunk, i’ll let you slide just this once for throwing my shit around” suguru said as he picked up the item i threw on the floor and put it back where it was supposed to go. he then came back into the room and closed the door. i closed my eyes and tried to go to sleep

“oh shit!” i yelled, sitting up and searching for my phone in my pockets

“what?” suguru asked as he sat down on his bed

“i forgot to text y/n back” i said. i pulled my phone out of my pocket and turned it on to text her back, seeing i had 2 messages from her. i started to type out a response but my phone died in the middle of my message

“fuck! my phone died” i said out loud, angry with myself for forgetting to respond

“relax satoru give it to me, i’ll put it on my charger” suguru said as he held his hand out, waiting for me to pass him my phone. i passed it to him and laid back on his bed as he put it on the charger

“she said goodnight because i wasn’t responding.. she’s probably mad at me now” i said as i covered my face with both of my hands

“or she’s just tired” suguru said while laughing

“where’s your phone? let me call her really quick” i said as i looked at him

“no, let her sleep satoru, you can talk to her in the morning” he said

“and don’t fall asleep in here. yuki’s sleeping over tonight, it’s been a while since we’ve been alone so i got some pent up stress” he added

“i’m not gonna fall asleep in here, and please, spare me the details of your sex life with yuki” i told him while laughing

“you didn’t spare me when i had to hear you having sex with my little sister” he said

“you can never leave me y/n, you’re mine” suguru said, repeating my words from that night to tease me

“it’s true, she’s mine” i told him

“what do you mean by that?” he asked me

“i won’t let anyone else have her” i said as i sat up, now making eye contact with him

“so what… you love her? or are you just sleeping with her and texting her because you’re bored?” he asked me, his face extremely serious as he waited for my answer

“of course i love her suguru. i love her so much, i can’t stop thinking about her. i would never use her for her body” i told him honestly. he didn’t say anything

“suguru i promise i’ll take care of her, i won’t ever hurt her” i said

“i’ll protect her and love her until she gets sick of me. even when she gets sick of me, i still won’t let her leave me” i added

“well if she’s sick of you, then you need to leave her alone, you stalker” suguru said, a small smile on his face. i laughed at his response

“so are you two dating?” he asked me

“nah, i didn’t want to ask her out without talking to you first, since i already slept with her behind your back.. well before you caught us” i truthfully told him

“i trust you satoru. i trust you more than anyone else in this entire world. i just didn’t want you dating y/n because i knew that if something happened between the two of you, things would never be the same between the 3 of us again. plus she’s my sister… most guys wouldn’t want their best friend banging their little sister…. with that being said, i know that you will take good care of her and protect her. you’ll be there for her whenever i can’t, and i trust you with her” he told me

“so, are you saying it’s okay for me to ask her to be my girlfriend?” i asked him, a smile making it’s way onto my face

“yes…but satoru if you hurt her or make her cry i swear to god-“

“i won’t, i promise!” i said excitedly. suguru laughed at my excitement

“even if i didn’t want you two to date, there’s no way i could keep you two apart. plus she’s head over heels in love with you, there’s no talking her out of loving you….even though choso came close to claiming her” suguru said, the smile on my face instantly disappearing

“don’t remind me” i said. suguru let out a loud laugh as he held his stomach from laughing so hard

“honestly, that day changed me forever. i think seeing her in bed with choso made me realize that you’re definitely the better choice” suguru said once he finally stopped laughing

“it took THAT to make you realize?” i asked him, annoyed

“unfortunately yes”

——— back to y/n’s pov———

“i added suguru, satoru, nanami, haibara, shoko, yuki, mei mei, utahime, and choso to the group chat” i told nobara as i sat down next to her on the couch

“okay great, so that makes me, you, mai, momo, miwa, ino, inumaki, yuji, megumi, kokichi, suguru, gojo, nanami, haibara, shoko, yuki, mei mei, utahime, and choso…. so 19 people total right?” nobara asked me as she looked over all of the contacts in the group chat

“yeah, sounds right to me. i don’t think we forgot anybody” i said

“okay let me send a text to the group chat then” she said

Vacation group chat:

nobara: hello everyone! for all of the people who don’t have my number saved, i’m nobara. i was just sending a quick text to let everyone know that we’re planning on leaving thursday afternoon, around 2pm. we’re meeting up at y/n’s house and then we’ll leave from her house and go straight to the hotel

yuji: how many cars are we taking?

mai: we only need like 2 cars tbh

me: i’ll take my car

ino: i’ll bring mine also

suguru: so ya’ll don’t need me to drive out there and pick anyone up?

me: no it’s okay!

megumi: i call dibs on riding with y/n. ino and nobara are gonna drive me crazy with the couple shit

yuji: me too!

choso: damn lil bro.. you still single?

yuji: shut up choso

nobara: first of all, we’re not annoying

me: okay so i got megumi and yuji, anyone else?

momo: mai and i will come with you

me: okay so then in ino’s car it’ll be nobara, ino, miwa and kokichi?

miwa: yeah sounds good to me

satoru <3: y/n why don’t you just stay at my house?

me: the hotel has an indoor pool and spa that’s why toru lol

yuji: and a buffet!

suguru: it’s my dad’s hotel satoru

satoru <3: ohhhh okay i see. i’ll stay there too then

yuki: that’s a good idea, we should all stay there together

utahime: i’m down with that

meimei: so how do you want to do the rooms?

shoko: 2 to a room? or 4 to a room?

haibara: lets do 2

nanami: of course he wants 2…

suguru: alright alright, we can do 2 and 4, who want’s a room with 2 beds?

choso: i don’t need 2 beds, i’ll share a bed with y/n, right y/n? ;)

yuji: ok… what the actual fuck are you talking about right now choso

satoru <3: he obviously wants to die

me: this is getting no where lmao

yuki: lets do this. suguru and i will share a room, y/n and satoru will share a room, haibara and shoko, nobara and ino, and miwa and kokichi. mei mei, choso, utahime and nanami can have their own rooms. momo, mai, yuji, megumi and inumaki can decide if they want to share rooms or have their own room

megumi: wait, so when you say 2 to a room or 4 to a room, do you mean a single bed and 2 people? or 2 separate beds with one person each? orrrr do you mean 2 separate beds with 2 people in each bed??

kokichi: that question literally just made my head hurt

ino: same

satoru <3: 2 people in one bed, and for 4 people to a room it’ll be 2 people in each bed. but if you want 2 to a room but 2 separate beds, that’s fine too

me: the beds in the rooms we’re getting are all king sized. dad already said he has things ready, he just wants to know how many rooms we’ll be needing

momo: i’ll share a room with maki

megumi: i want my own room

inumaki: me too

yuji: but i wanted to share a room with you guys :(

inumaki: oops

yuji: fine i’ll have my own room

me: okay so that’s like 13 different rooms right?

satoru <3: yeah that’s 13 rooms princess

suguru: please stop, i’m literally about to throw up

yuki: shut up suguru lmao. okay then it’s settled, see you guys on thursday!

nobara: i’m so excited!

“okay girl. i’m gonna go home and start packing my stuff” i told nobara as i stood up and grabbed my purse

“already? it’s only tuesday” she said

“i like to be prepared. i want to just get it out of the way” i said, a smile coming to my face

“don’t forget to pack the new swimsuits we bought. i want to match with you and the girls” she said as she walked me out to my car

“i will, don’t worry. bye” i said as i gave her a hug

“bye, love you. text me when you get home”

“love you too, and i will”

——— trip day———

“should we stop for snacks first?” yuji asked me while putting his suitcase in the trunk of my car

“it’s only like an hour away” i told him

“ 2 hours actually” he said matter of factly

“if you really think you’re going to starve to death in that little bit of time, then yes we can stop for snacks” i said, laughing at yuji

“yay thank you y/n you’re the best” he said happily as he gave me a hug

“okay we’re all loaded and ready. what about you guys?” nobara asked me as she walked over to my car

“i’m all done. megumi, momo and mai are already in the car. we’re gonna stop at a store really quick to grab some snacks first through” i told her as i closed my trunk

“okay we’ll follow you there and grab a few things as well” ino said

“okay cool”

“wow this is a nice hotel!” mai said as she looked at the building

“i’ve never been to this hotel before so this is my first time here too” i told her as i started taking all of our bags out of the trunk

“satoru said that they’re parking already” i told everyone. they said okay and continued grabbing their belongings

“hi everyone!” we all turned around and saw yuki running towards us with a big smile on her face. she gave me a big hug before she turned to my friends

“nice to meet all of you! i’m yuki” she said to everyone except nobara, megumi and yuji, as they already know her

“nice to meet you!” they all said. a couple of seconds later, suguru came up to us with satoru and everyone else following behind him

“your bag is extremely heavy babe, what did you even pack in here?” suguru said to yuki as he carried both of their luggage

“all of my essentials” she said, giggling

“hey babygirl” satoru said as he came up to me. i immediately gave him a hug

“hi toru, i missed you so much” i said. he laughed and kissed me on the top of my head

“i missed you more”

“okay so lets introduce everyone” utahime said. i let go of satoru and faced everyone again

“you’ve all already met satoru, shoko and suguru. this is yuki, she’s suguru’s girlfriend. and then we have mei mei, utahime, nanami, choso and haibara” i said, introducing suguru’s friends to mine

“this is nobara, megumi, yuji, momo, mai, ino, miwa, kokichi, and inumaki” i said, making sure to introduce everyone to everybody

“yuji? so you’re choso’s little brother?” haibara asked yuji

“yeah, i know we don’t look alike” yuji said jokingly

“hey shoko!” i said to shoko as i gave her a hug

“okay let’s get inside! i’m excited to see the rooms” nobara said excitedly

“right! lets go” i said, agreeing with her. i turned around to pick up my luggage but saw that satoru was already holding it and standing by suguru talking about something. i turned back to nobara and saw that she also didn’t have her luggage as ino was holding it for her. we locked arms with each other and started walking towards the hotel. once we were inside of the hotel, we checked in and got our key cards

“i’ve never stayed in a suite room before” inumaki said as we got into the elevator

“really?” i asked him, shocked

“really. i’ve never really felt like spending the extra money for it” he said as he shrugged his shoulders

“understandable. but now you’re on vacation so enjoy the room!” i told him as i smiled. once we reached our floor we waited in the hallway for satoru and the others to come up, as all 19 of us couldn’t fit in the elevator with all of our bags and suitcases. once everyone was in the hallway, we began to look for our rooms

“our room number is 444” i told satoru as he walked behind me. he nodded his head okay and continued to follow me to the room

“wait.. are we going the right way?” i asked him as i stopped walking and looked at the key card again before looking at the doors next to where we were standing. satoru continued walking straight

“yes it’s this way” he said

“wait how do you know? have you been here before?” i asked him as i ran to catch up with him. he was silent for a few seconds before he spoke

“no. i’m looking at the room numbers” he said. i decided to stop asking questions and to follow him. once we made it down the end of the hallway we turned to the right and walked a few steps down the connecting hallway

“oh it’s right here toru!” i told him excitedly. he laughed at my reaction

“open the door then baby”

i quickly put the key card against the door scanner and waited until the door unlocked. once it was open i pushed the door open and walked in before stopping in my tracks

“toru… omg… i think they gave us the wrong room” i said, panicking

“why do you think that?” he asked. i pointed down at the floor

“look!” i said to him. on the floor was rose petals leading further into the room and there were candles lit following the roses

“it’s probably a marriage proposal toru” i said

“well let’s walk in first to make sure” he said as he lightly pushed me fully into the dark, candle lit room. i nodded my head okay and took a step before stopping again. satoru closed the door and put our suitcases down on the floor

“i want to record this to show the girls. i can’t believe they gave us the wrong room” i told satoru as i took out my phone, turning on the flash and starting to record. satoru only laughed at me, deciding to stay quiet

“i won’t touch anything, i just want to take a quick peak.. say hi to the camera toru” i said to him as i turned the camera around to show him

“hiii… actually i want to record too” he said as he took out his phone. he turned on his phone and pointed at me

“here we have y/n who’s recording someone else’s marriage proposal… say hi baby” satoru said while laughing

“hey y’all ” i said, laughing with him

“okay, start walking so we can see the room” satoru said. i turned back around and started following the rose petals, making sure to record everything

“this is so beautiful. i feel bad for looking” i said to satoru who just laughed. i continued to follow the roses into the huge suite. the roses led me to the huge king sized bed. there was roses on the bed and at least 20 heart shaped balloons floating around the bed. on the wall behind the bed there were balloons that read out the words ‘will you be my girlfriend?’. i walked up to the bed and looked closer. on the bed there were a bunch of different pictures of satoru and i from over the years, some of when we were still kids and even new ones from my graduation and me sleeping after he slept in my bed. there was a giant teddy bear that had my name stitched on it and a huge box of chocolate covered strawberries. tears were falling down my face as i looked at everything

“t-toru” i stuttered, trying to speak through my crying. satoru smiled at me as he put his phone down. he walked up to me and wrapped his arms around my waist

“i’ve never met someone like you in my entire life y/n. you’ve been there since the beginning. we’ve watched each other grow up, helped each other grow up. you mean so much to me y/n, i can’t live without you.. i tried and i almost lost my mind in the process. i love you so much… i’ve been in love with you for so long now, but i’ve been trying to swallow those feelings, i can’t keep them away anymore. i promise to love and cherish you forever and ever y/n, protect you and bring you nothing but happiness. you’re the girl i want to spend the rest of my life with, start a family with, and grow old and die with. would you please do me the honor of allowing me to be your boyfriend?” satoru said. i stared at his beautiful blue eyes, my mouth slightly open in disbelief. i feel like i’ve waited my entire life for this moment right here, i felt like i was dreaming

“yes satoru, of course i’ll be your girlfriend!” i said excitedly. he smiled at me before kissing me and spinning me around in a circle

“she said yes!” he yelled and started laughing. i opened my mouth to say something but didn’t get the chance to speak because our room door opened and all of our friends came rushing in cheering, even my parents came in

“what the… what’s going on?” i asked, laughing at them, still trying to wipe some of my tears off of my face

“congratulations y/n! i’m so happy for you!” shoko yelled as she hugged me

“wait.. so all of you guys knew? even mom and dad?” i asked, shocked. everyone laughed at me

“not everyone, satoru called me after you first told him about the trip. he wanted this room in particular because it was the biggest and has a nice view, and then he proceeded to talk about setting up a surprise proposal” my dad said

“and so i got involved! satoru and i started planning everything. i found every picture i’ve ever taken of you both and sent them all to him and made sure to keep you distracted enough so you wouldn’t suspect anything” my mom told me

“and then suguru, shoko, satoru and i all came here last night and prepared the room for you!”” yuki said to me as she ran up and gave me a hug

“satoru came back like an hour ago though to light all of the candles and to make sure everything looked perfect” suguru said, a smile on his face

“suguru just now told the rest of us like 10 minutes ago once we started walking towards our rooms” nobara said. my eyes started to water again

“you.. i… all of this for me?” i asked, turning to satoru again

“of course! you deserve the world y/n” he said as he kissed me on my forehead

“you’re going to have to go all out for your wedding proposal now after this” shoko said which made everyone start to laugh

“thank you all so much. i love all of you!” i said happily

“ i’m so happy for you little sis, you deserve it” suguru said as he walked over to me and gave me a hug. i hugged him back tightly. while we were hugging, a bright flash lit up the room. we turned around and saw our mom taking a picture of us

“aww look at our babies honey” my mom said to my dad, holding back tears herself

“well… while we have everybody here and happy… i have an announcement to make” yuki said. everyone turned to look at her as she walked over to suguru and grabbed his hand. they looked at all of us before suguru pulled a small photo out of his wallet and held it up for everyone to see

“i’m pregnant!” yuki said excitedly. nobara and i screamed at the top of our lungs as my mom started crying tears of joy

“OMG OMG REALLY?”

“CONGRATULATIONS!”

“I’M GOING TO BE AN AUNTIE!”

“I’M GOING TO BE A GRANDMA!”

“I’M GOING TO BE A GRANDAD!”

“I’M GOING TO BE A GOD DAD!”

“i’m the god mother of course” we all stopped yelling in excitement and laughed at shoko’s comment, as she was the only one who didn’t scream

“i never said you were the god dad satoru” suguru said to satoru while laughing

“bro, you told me before you told anyone else… i’m definitely the god dad” satoru replied

“wait you told him before me?” i asked suguru

“i was shocked and scared, i needed to talk to a guy” suguru said, still laughing

“and you!” i said, turning around to face yuki

“why didn’t you tell me?” i asked her

“i wanted to surprise you. shoko only knew because she was in the bathroom with me when i took the test” yuki said. i smiled and ran over to hug her

“i’m so happy for you yuki.. really” i said to her as she hugged me back. we all stayed in my hotel room for a little while longer before everyone decided to start heading out

“let’s all meet at the buffet around 6 for dinner… until then, everyone can do whatever” nobara said. everyone agreed and started leaving to their rooms

“okay honey, we’re going back home… enjoy your vacation” my mom said as she gave me and satoru a hug, my dad hugging us right after

“we will, thank you both again for everything. i love you” i said to them before they left. i turned back to satoru and jumped on him, giving him a passionate kiss

“i love you so much satoru gojo” he wrapped his arms around me and started giving me little kisses all around my face

“i love you more princess” he let go of my waist and walked over to the balcony window and opened the curtains

“now we can get some natural light in here, and you can look at the gifts i got you” he said as he walked over to the bed and sat down

“wait, stay right there, i want to take a picture of everything first” i told him as i took my phone out. i backed up as far as i needed to and took 3 different pictures just in case

“okay, your turn. go sit” satoru said as he stood up. i ran over to the bed and sat down. i grabbed the giant teddy bear and hugged it while i looked at satoru’s camera and posed. he kept snapping a bunch of photo’s

“okay toru that’s enough” i said giggling and covering my face

“you just look so good, i can’t help myself” he said, smiling as me as he sat down on the bed with me. i picked up one of the chocolate covered strawberries and fed one to satoru before eating one myself

“these taste really good, thank you so much toru” i said, grabbing another one. satoru just smiled at me, lifting his phone up and taking another picture of me

“stop it!” i said, laughing while trying to grab his phone

“okay okay that was the last one i promise!” he said as he put his phone on the dresser. i picked up the box of strawberries and placed them on the table we had in the room. i then walked back over to the bed and picked up the teddy bear and all of the pictures of satoru and i that was on the bed and placed it on the chair by the table

“you’re getting ready to take a nap or something?” satoru asked me. i didn’t respond to him, i sat down on the bed and looked at him, my eyes slowly trailing down his body before back at his eyes

“take your pants off” i told him. he looked at me, his face in complete shock before he erupted in a fit of laughter

“you’re so cute when you’re trying to be dominant” he said, still laughing

“just take them off” i whined, pulling on the strings of his grey sweats

“if you want them off, then take them off yourself” satoru suddenly said. i looked at him and saw that his once funny mood was gone and replaced by lust. he stared at me, waiting for my next move. i reached for the waistband of his sweats and pulled them down. satoru slightly lifted himself off of the bed so i could pull them down. once i had his sweats off and on the floor i looked at his underwear, his bulge becoming harder by the second

“i’ll let you be in control just this once babygirl” satoru said, a small smile on his face. i started to slowly massage his dick through his underwear. satoru let out a low moan and i turned my attention back on him. he had his eyes closed, his right hand running up and down my thigh in an encouraging way. i stopped my movements and stood up, quickly taking off my clothes. satoru sat up and watched me take my clothes off as he started touching himself

“take the rest of your clothes off” i told him. he listened this time, taking off his shirt and his underwear. i climbed on top of him and looked down at him

“you look so pretty right now y/n” he told me. i smiled and kissed him. he reached down and grabbed his dick, holding it tightly as he rubbed the tip against my pussy. the sudden contact made me moan

“fuck, you’re so wet” satoru groaned

“sit on my face” he said, letting go of his dick and placing his hands on my hips

“ i thought i was in control today?” i said playfully

“maybe next time princess” he said with a smirk

“sit on my face. now” he repeated. i hesitated, a bit nervous

“but i-“

“y/n” the tone of satoru’s voice made me realize he wasn’t about to listen to any excuses i was about to make. satoru moved down on the bed and i slowly crawled up until his head was in between my legs

“toru i’m nervous” i told him honestly

“nervous about what? i’m going to take good care of you don’t worry” he told me as he hooked each of his arms around my thighs so i couldn’t move

“but what if i lose my balance and fall, smothering you? you wouldn’t be able to brea-“ satoru ran his tongue in between my folds making my words get caught in my throat

“s-satoru!” i yelled out, one of my hands instinctively reaching for his hair while my other hand was pressed against the wall to hold myself up

“i got you baby, don’t worry” he said. he kissed my clit, his tongue coming out shortly after and circling it. after sucking on my clit for a little, he let go and ran this tongue up and down my pussy repeatedly

“satoru! satoru, i.. it feels….” i moaned, my words trailing off. he continued to eat me out. his tongue stopped at my hole and he looked up at me as he slowly pushed his tongue inside of me

“oh shitttt… fuck satoru” i closed my eyes tightly, satoru started tongue fucking me. i started to slightly lift myself up, grinding and moving against his tongue. i began to grind harder against him, letting go of the wall and putting both of my hands in his hair as i started grinding against his face, forgetting about trying not to smother him

“i’m about to cum toru!” i said. i opened my eyes and looked down at him to see him still looking at me. he didn’t say anything and instead allowed me to continue to ride his face. i came after a few more thrusts of his tongue. i tried to get off of satoru while i came but he held me down tightly and continued to push his tongue inside of me

“toru” i whined once it started to become too much for me. he finally let me go and i sat next to him on the bed and looked at him as i tried to catch my breathe

“that was fucking amazing. you looked so sexy” he told me as he smiled

“come here” i said, smiling back at him. satoru hovered on top of me and kissed me. i wrapped my legs around his waist and grabbed his dick, rubbing his tip against my clit. satoru moaned into our kiss. i lined him up with my entrance and tried to push him in but satoru broke the kiss and grabbed my hand

“what’s the matter?” i asked him

“i have to get the condom’s out of my suitcase first. i brought some just in case” he told me

“i don’t want to use any condoms” i said, speaking purely out of lust and desire

“y/n, that’s very irresponsible of you” satoru said, a small chuckle following after as he sat up

“seriously though, if you’re going to keep asking me to have sex with you without a condom then you have to be mentally prepared to become a mom y/n” he told me

“i am ready, i’ll have all of your kids toru” i said as i sat up next to him

“i’m serious y/n, you’re only 18… you haven’t even lived life yet. it would be different if you got pregnant on accident, but i would rather use protection than not use it for no reason” satoru said as he stood up and walked over to his suitcase. unzipping the front part and taking out a box of condoms. i looked down at the bed. he’s right, he’s absolutely right

“so… you don’t want to have a baby with me? that’s what you mean?” i asked him, my insecurities slowly coming back. i watched as satoru opened the condom and put it on himself

“y/n, that’s not what i’m saying. i’m just saying that there’s still many things i want to do with you and experience with you before we settle down and have a kid. because trust me… you’ll end up pregnant for sure. i was barely able to pull out the last time we had sex, it literally took everything in me to pull out of you” he said as he got back on top of me

“when i look at your face when i’m about to come, my mind goes ‘maybe one or two kids right now wouldn’t be so bad’ and i start to lose the strength to pull out” he added as he kissed my forehead. i smiled and pulled him down to kiss him on his lips

“are we good to continue?” he asked me

“yes toru please fuck me already” i said, laughing. he wasted no time, he slowly pushed his way into me. i held on to his arm, the feeling still hurting since we’ve only had sex once. once he was fully inside of me he didn’t give me a chance to get used to his size this time, he immediately pulled out before thrusting inside of me again

“toru!” i moaned out in pain and pleasure. his pace quickened. he wrapped his arms underneath my body and held onto me. i closed my eyes, my nails digging into satoru’s shoulders

“you feel even tighter than the last time” satoru said, he continued to thrust into me until he suddenly pulled out

“why’d you stop?” i asked him, now feeling empty without him inside of me

“turn around” he said. i shook my head no

“i want to be able to see your face while we fuck toru” i whined

“you’ll see my face still i promise… now turn around baby” satoru said, a smirk growing on his face. i gave in and turned around, getting on my hands and knees. satoru moved closer to me, his dick resting on the curve of my ass. he started gently rubbing on my ass, a low groan coming out of his mouth

“you look so sexy like this” he muttered. he straightened his posture and placed both of his hands on my back, gently pushing it down

“arch your back baby” he said, softly laughing at my inexperience

“stop, don’t laugh… I’m still learning” i said, also laughing

“it’s okay babygirl, i’ll teach you everything you need to know, no man other than me will ever see you like this anyway” he said as he lined his tip with my entrance, i spread my legs and tried to arch lower

“oh yeah? what if i want to experience having sex with another guy? i mean it’s only fair, you’ve had sex with other girls before” i said, trying to see what satoru would say. i waited for his response, but he stayed silent. my heart started to race, i was kidding, there’s no way he thinks i actually want to have sex with another guy. i opened my mouth to say something but right at that moment, satoru abruptly pushed himself into me. the force of his thrust jerked my entire body forward, if it wasn’t for the tight grip satoru had on my hips i would have lost my balance for sure

“w-wait satoru… fuck… it’s too much” i cried out. satoru was so deep that it brought tears to my eyes. he remained silent, speeding up his thrusts instead

“satoru! oh my gosh” i moaned , my eyes rolled to the back of my head. satoru let go of my hips and grabbed both of my arms. he pulled me up against his chest, holding both of my arms behind my back with one hand and his other hand wrapping around my neck

“take it back” he said in my ear, his hips continuing to snap against me. i slightly turned my head and looked at him

“w-what?” i asked, tears still running down my face and my mind slowly going blank from how deep he was in me

“you’re mine and only mine. only i can fuck you” he said, his eyes looking right into mine

“toru” i moaned, the whole situation turning me on even more. satoru let go of my arms and neck and placed his hands back on my hips as i fell forward, using my arms to support me. he started roughly thrusting into me

“shittt” he moaned out. his thrusts were too much for me to handle, i started slowly sliding down onto my stomach, each thrust pushing me down further and further until i was laying flat on my stomach, satoru didn’t stop his thrusts though

“s-satoru, i’m cu-“

“take it back” he said, his thrusts slowing down until he stopped moving

“i was just kidding satoru i swear”

“i don’t like when you play around like that” satoru said

“i only want to fuck you toru” i told him. he leaned down and buried his face in the side of my neck, his thrusts starting back up

“good, cause only i can fuck you like this” he said. he sat back up and picked his pace up, his hips now rolling into mine

“only i can make you feel like this, make you cry out in pleasure , make love to you” he continued, his hands pushing down against my hips. i kept my face against the pillows, screaming out at how deep he was in me

“and only you can make me feel like this” he said, his thrust starting to become slightly sloppy

“satoru!-“

“me too babygirl” he said. satoru thrusted into me a few more times before i came, a silent cry leaving my body as i tightly gripped onto the bed sheets

“fuck fuck fuckkkk” satoru moaned out as he came, his head thrown back and his dick still sliding in and out of me. once satoru came back down from his high, he carefully slid out of me and took off the condom, getting up and throwing it in the trash. i kept my face in the pillows, breathing heavily and trying to catch my breathe

“hey, are you okay?” satoru asked me as he laid down next to me, moving the pillows so he could see my face

“yeah i’m fine, that was just an intense orgasm” i told him, a smile making it’s way to my face. satoru pulled me closer to him and wrapped his arms around my body as he pulled the blankets over our bodies

“i love you so much y/n” he told me. i looked up at him and saw that he was already looking down at me

“my heart was beating so fast when i was asking you to be my girlfriend. i was so nervous” he said, a cute smile on his face

“i love you more satoru, thank you for making me your girlfriend, this is the best day of my life” i said. he smiled at me and gave me a kiss

we both fell asleep shortly after

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hello readers! i decided to give y’all one last smut before i ended the story. i’m thinking about doing one last final chapter, like a chapter based on a huge time skip before i completely end this story. anyways, i hope you all enjoyed this chapter.. thanks for reading, byeeee!

[so-much-for-stardust6]

Best Friends or Lovers?- John Frusciante

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summary: you’ve had feelings for your best friend for a while, but attending one of his shows deepened them. what happens when you finally confess backstage?

lowercase intended

warnings: smut

a/n: i wrote this at like 2am and reread it for mistakes around 3:30am so pls bare with me if there’s spelling mistake 😭

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i watched my best friend on stage, looking like he’s cumming as he plays his guitar. least to say, i was mesmerized. his beauty was captured in the perfect way by many things. his sweat slicked hair stuck to his face, the straps to his overalls slightly falling off his toned shoulders and the bright stage lights complemented him perfectly. the way he parted his mouth and furrowed his brows had me feeling some way. well, it powered the way i was feeling towards him even more. i felt like every other fan girl of his, thirsting over the way he expresses himself while playing, but i honestly couldn’t blame them.

i knew the band was reaching towards the end of their show, all of them covered in sweat. i mentally cursed myself at the feeling deep down in my stomach, guilty of how i feel about my best friend. i wished to go to the bathroom and freshen up but being right up front prevented me from doing so. after two more songs they finally ended their show, thanking everyone for attending. i stood in the same spot for a bit, waiting for the place to empty out before heading backstage.

i reach in my pocket for some pass i was given to flash to security so no hassle would happen over me trying to “trespass”. the blank white walls was all i saw as i made my way to his dressing room, carefully reading the signs so i wouldn’t walk in on anyone else. i scan the handwritten sign taped to the white door in front of my eyes.

‘john frusciante’

i quietly knock on the door, stomach doing flips as i picture his sweaty self opening the door. and that’s exactly what i saw. he grinned brightly at my presence, his strong chest slicked with sweat.

“i thought you’d get lost.” he joked, walking back towards the couch in his room.

“i honestly thought i was for a sec.” i laugh back, walking in and closing the door behind me.

“how’d you enjoy it?” he wiped the sweat off his neck with a hand towel.

“eh, it was okay.” i lie.

“staring at anthony too long kinda ruined it, huh?” he joked.

the joke caught me off guard as i let out a laugh.

“you read my mind, they should have you in the front.” i suggest, sitting down next to him.

“nah, seeing my beauty is a privilege.”

i nod in agreement, so lucky to be close with him.

“i saw you kinda spaced out towards the end, anything to share?”

“huh? oh, nah nothing to report. just thought some…thoughts.”

“oooo, who’s the lucky guy?” he wiggled his eyebrows.

“what? what makes you think it was like that?” my nerves began slowly rising.

“that pause you did indicates it was about a guy. since i’m your best friend i’m obligated to know who’s on your mind.”

“no way, i’m not saying.” i awkwardly chuckle, hoping he’d leave it alone.

but knowing john, he won’t. and that’s exactly what he did.

“oh come onnnn, pleaseeee.” he began leaning on me.

i try to shove him off but he put his dead weight on me, head sliding down to eventually rest in my lap.

“please?” he pouts and attempts puppy dog eyes.

“no.”

“why not? i tell you stuff like that.”

“against my will.” i lightly laugh, trying to distract him.

“is it one of my band mates? please don’t tell me it’s anthony.” he quickly sits up at the thought of me thinking about anthony like that.

“what? no, it’s not your band mates.” i immediately shake my head.

“describe him then.”

“i literally hate you.”

“i think you absolutely love me.” he cheekily smiles.

he gives me a pressuring puppy dog eye look that works this time. i sigh in defeat, guessing that it’s better to tell him now rather than having me awkwardly bring it up later on.

“he has this gorgeous facial bone structure. his hair is an absolutely beautiful color, complimenting him wonderfully. his body is sculpted in a way you’d never think would be possible. i hate when his eyes look at me, they’re breathtaking and they make me feel like i’m on fire. his touch is so delicate when he doesn’t mean to be. his fingers are a blessing, crafted to move in an articulate way to match the way he does what he does for a living. the way his mind works is crazy to me, his words like addicting honey that stick me to him forever. i hate thinking of him like this but it’s hard not to.” i spit out.

the entire time i stared at the floor, fingers playing with one another. i’m self conscious of his eyes on me, no emotion on his face as he dissects my words in his brain. as each silent second goes by, i panic even more. i immediately start cursing myself out mentally, why did i say that shit? i open my mouth to apologize but he cut me off.

“what a lucky man..” his eyes dug into mine.

“d-do you not know who i’m talking about?”

i’m well aware i never mentioned him directly but i thought he’d somehow get it.

“no? should i know?” he furrows his eyebrows.

i mutter a soft ‘fuck’ and i put my face into my hands.

“but what i know is that i’m a very lucky man.”

“you suck.” i roll my eyes at his stupidity.

“is that how you really feel about me? please be honest.”

“everything i said was as honest as i can be, johnny. i’ve been feeling like this for a while but i didn’t want to ruin our friendship. i love you so much and i don’t want to lose you.” i lift my head up to look at him.

more silence filled the room as i wait for his answer. before i could even react, he practically lunges towards me. his big hands grabbing my face to hold it as his lips met mine. my eyes widen in complete shock, is he really kissing me?

it took me a bit to realize what was happening for me start kissing back. my eyes slowly close as made out. my hands slowly snaked their way to his head, one pressing against the back of his neck and the other on his cheek. he slowly started to guide me to lay down, holding himself up with his arm. i imagined how it would feel to kiss john but i never knew it’d feel so blissful. my entire body buzzed with adrenaline, heart rate probably being a crazy number. his lips were so soft and plump, moving perfectly with mine. i go to run my fingers through his brown hair, tugging at it slightly.

“fuck.” he muttered against my lips.

before anymore kissing could happen, he pulled away. his lips even more plump and red from kissing, quick pants escaping from them.

“do you want to do this? i-i didn’t want to force you to do this, i’m sorry.” a worried look prominent on his face.

“of course i do. i want this. i want you.”

he quietly groaned out at my words, not wasting any time to kiss me again. i go to touch his torso, my fingers dance against his hot skin. feeling him like this, so intimately, just provoked that feeling in my stomach even more. my brain couldn’t form any words for me to say so i just whine into our kiss.

“you trying to ask for something? use your words.” he breathes out.

“please…now..” i hate how i’m already wrapped around his finger but let’s be honest, i’ve always been.

“you want me now? can’t wait even a few minutes. so needy..” he trails his kisses down my neck.

he stays there, marking me to show every guy that i’m taken. i think? i was too caught up in my thoughts that i didn’t notice he began taking off my shirt. the fabric trailing over my face snapped me back into reality. my odd choice of a raunchy bra for today paid off, his eyes focused mainly on my chest. the feeling of his hands groping my boobs caused my heart to beat faster, which i don’t think is even possible at the rate it’s at.

he messaged my boobs as he went back to biting, sucking and kissing my neck. i moaned out, back arching which made me feel his boner poking my thigh. i subconsciously began rubbing against his overall jeans, attempting to pleasure him. he lets out a throaty moan, his grip on my boobs hardening. he pulled away from my chest and stood up. i watched as he unclipped his overalls, letting them fall to his ankles to reveal his white boxers. a very visible white spot was the first thing i noticed on the boxers.

“are you able to take off your clothes? or is the adrenaline stopping you?” it was like he knew exactly how i was feeling.

i shook my head before reaching back to unclip my bra. i sat up and let it fall to my lap, grabbing it to throw it on top my previously discarded shirt. john’s hand tried to sneakily grope himself through his boxers at the sight of my bare chest but i notice quickly. i bit my lip knowing that he’s hard because of me. i go to unbutton my jeans, shimmying them down my legs.

“god, like i said, i’m such a lucky man.” he eyes me.

at the same time, we both pulled the last pieces of clothing off and threw them on the floor. john climbed back on top of me, his lips back on mine. completely naked, bare skin touching as we made out was definitely not how i imagined this night to end. my fingers ended up in his hair again, tugging harder than before. he very obviously loved when i did since he’d moan every time.

“you ready?” he rested his forehead on mine.

“have been.”

he grabbed his dick, aligning it perfectly with me. one last kiss to my lips is what he did before slowly sliding inside me. a long, low moan escapes his mouth as he felt me. i moan out at the stretching he was doing, my nails digging into his shoulders.

“faster, please john..” i beg.

he needed no more words from me as he started to thrust. at first he carefully thrusted, watching me to see if i’d get hurt but after noticing that i’m fine he went faster. the couch creaked and moved with every thrust, probably scratching the floor.

i gripped his body, hands roaming all over place not knowing where to stay. at one point i pushed his head back to me and connected our lips. our tongues fought for dominance, exploring one another’s mouth. one of his arms held him up as he thrusted harder, the other playing with my boob. everything felt so right, like this was meant to be. i wished i confessed to him earlier, imagining how it would’ve felt to be so close to him like this sooner.

we’re both well aware how loud we’re being, not a single care in the world crossed our minds. john wanted everyone to hear us, to know that no one else is making me feel as good as he his. for everyone to know that he’s so hooked to me and only me. little to my knowledge, john’s always loved me. also not wanting to ruin our relationship, he kept quiet about his feelings and desires. but today he got quite lucky at my sudden confession. he grabbed onto the cushion tightly as the feeling in his abdomen began tightening.

“fuck i’m close, baby.” he moaned.

i whine out at the pet name. he abandoned my boob and moved his hand down to my clit, rubbing it to fasten my orgasm. i gasp out in pleasure, damn near pornographic moans spewing out my mouth.

his “trick” worked as i felt the coil in my stomach tighten. i only hum out to signal him that i was close. he understood and went harder and deeper. i tighten around him, which caused him to cum quickly. he spat out ‘fuck’s as he came, hips stuttering as he tried to keep going to get me to cum. his eyes squeezed shut at his sore dick still thrusting inside me, pushing his cum deeper inside. that definitely was not intentional. seeing john in such a state made me reach my peak, moaning out his name over and over as i came all over his cock. the feeling of me cumming all over him caused him to cum once more. he slowed down his thrusts before coming to a stop, collapsing onto my chest from exhaustion.

i lay there to catch my breath, his hot breath fanning over my collarbone. i reach to kiss the top of his head, even going to stroke his hair.

“you did so good.” i whisper in his ear, kissing it afterwards.

“i love you.” he hugged me tightly.

“i love you too, johnny.” a huge smile forming on my face.

“can we go home? i’m tired.” he mumbled.

“alright, get up and i’ll help you get dressed.”

he sluggishly pulled himself out of me and sit up on the couch.

“you should be doing this.” i joke at the fact that i’m taking care of him after.

he starts to get up but i was quick to push him back down.

“i’m kidding.”

i wobbly stand up and grab the hand towel he used earlier. the ticklish feeling of his cum slowly dripping out of me made me grimace, and also reminded me to get a plan b. i clean myself off first then moved over to him. he hissed at the contact but got over it quick. i put my undergarments on before i grabbed his boxers, lifting them up his legs.

“you need to work with me here, john. sit up please.”

he lifted his hips up and sat back down once the boxers were on. i pull him up and off the couch so i could put the overalls back on, even going far to clip them back on.

“can i help you? it’s the least i could do.” he grabbed my shirt.

“go ahead.”

after helping me with my clothes, we both made ourselves look decent.

“so, what are we?” i heard him ask.

“best friends?” i nervously say.

i wasn’t too sure on how he felt about me, even though we just fucked. and he also said he loves me but i need more confirmation.

“what about lovers? i like that better.”

“are you asking what i think you’re asking?”

“yes ma’am. y/n, would you wanna be my girlfriend? i love you more than anything in the world and i’d be the happiest man on earth.”

“even more than guitars?”

“what?”

“you love me more than guitars?” i smirk, wrapping my arms around his waist.

“hmm, you should know better than to ask that.” he jokes.

“oh fuck you.” i laugh and push him away.

“i’m kidding, obviously more than guitars.”

“i believe you. but let’s get going cause now i’m getting tired.” he laughs at my words.

he grabs his guitar case and other belongings before walking up to the door. i held it open for him, following behind him. he snaked his arm around my waist as we walk back to my car.

[quirkykayleetam]

Monday, november, yesterday?

*waves*  I love you so much and I love playing these Ask Games with you!

Do you struggle with the ‘boring’ parts of writing?  I’m still having trouble deciding what the ‘boring’ parts of writing are!  I don’t worry about dialog tags.  I love writing both dialog and description.  It’s really easy for me to get blocked if I don’t know how to start a scene, but once I get into one, it usually flows pretty seamlessly.  The trick for me is to determine a feel or mood I want to go for and write from there.  Oh, and always to mix humor into even the darkest of moments.  That really keeps me going through the ‘boring’ stuff.

Do you have any rituals or requirements for getting in the mood for writing?  I have to be wearing clothes.  I prefer to be at a computer.  I haven’t seriously written free-hand in a very long time.  I don’t like writing when I’m really tired or feeling overwhelmed with life stuff.  Things go better if I close Tumblr and actually get stuff done lol.

Favourite way to write angst?  Oooh, good question!  I’m not sure if I’m really great at this?  I like to focus on emotional conflict.  What are the characters feeling that makes them hurt or insecure and how are they misreading each other?  I really really love internal conflict and the way that plays out on people’s faces, in their postures, and in the way their interact with others.  For me, angst is also freedom.  It’s well-behaved people finally snapping and saying they’re tired of pretending that everything is okay.  A lot of that comes from my experience with chronic illness.  I know that I have to stay optimistic, but damn, some days that’s just to much and you want to scream at the world.  That’s REAL.

[im-bakugous-bitch]

Shoto Todoroki - Heartbreak

**A/N Hey guys!  I know it’s been a long time since I wrote anything, and I wanted to post something since I haven’t in a while.  I have finals this week, and then I’ll be free for the summer and be back to writing for you guys!  In the meantime, I originally wrote this as a TodoDeku piece, but changed it to x reader so I could post it here.  I hope you guys enjoy!

Shoto had been distant lately.

It was all you could think about.  For some reason it felt like Shoto had given up, but he couldn’t have.  You still walked that path that brought you close to both your houses and kissed when you parted ways.  He was still saying “I love you”.  Just because he was distant and busy didn’t mean it was over.

That’s what you told yourself, at least.  Deep down, you knew it was all lies.  You just preferred to live in ignorance, even only so you could call him yours.  You were unhappy with how Shoto brushed you off on a daily basis, but you were willing to put up with it.  You loved Shoto, you’d seen the good times and believed you could get back there if Shoto would just put in some effort.  He didn’t even have to do much, just show up.  You loved enough for the both of you.

When Shoto announced that he was going on a trip for recommendation students, your heart broke. Shoto would be out of the country for nearly three weeks.  But the more you thought about it, the better you felt.

Maybe time apart was what you needed.  Maybe Shoto just needed some time to himself in order to see just how important you were to him.  Then he’d come back and things would be good again, right?

You couldn’t have been more wrong.

Shoto had been gone seven days, and you were feeling good.  Shoto was having an awesome time on his trip, which made you happy.  One day you had sent Shoto a photo that made you laugh, to which Shoto responded with many funny photos of his own.

That small action alone reassured you more than words ever could.  Just like it used to be.  Everything was going to be okay.

Turns out, you could have been more wrong.

You were talking with Ochako when it happened.  “I think it’ll be okay,” you said.  “I think when he comes back, we’ll go out to dinner somewhere, then cuddle on the couch and watch a movie.  Just like we used to.”  As you finished your sentence, your phone chimed.  You checked who was messaging you and smiled when you saw Shoto’s contact photo. “It’s from Shoto!”

Look, I’ve been feeling this way for a few weeks and I really just need to do this now. I’m breaking up with you and I’m sorry I’m doing this over text, I feel like an asshole.  I just wanted to do this sooner or later because I didn’t wanna give you false hope.  I just haven’t been feeling the spark between us from when we first started going out. I’m really sorry, I hope we can still be friends and things can stay mutual between us.

You screamed.  You didn’t know what else to do, so you just let out a loud wail.  Your stomach dropped as your eyes immediately began to water.  

What had happened? Things were going to be okay!  It was all going to be okay!  Why did he have to quit?  You threw your phone down as Ochako moved to sit beside you.  

“Shh,” she said in an attempt to soothe you.  She rubbed your back gently, watching you scream and shout for the next minute as you came to terms with what was happening.  She didn’t even need to read the text to know that you had just been dumped.

After your moment, you wiped your eyes and looked down at your phone.  You reread the message again and again, just to make sure you were seeing it clearly.  Maybe you were imagining it.  Or better yet – maybe this was all some horrible nightmare.  You weren’t sure what you’d do if it was real.

You wanted to yell at Shoto.  You wanted to scream and cry and hold him close and beg him to stay.  Why had he done this?  Why were you only worth a text?  After nearly nine months together, you had given him your all and Shoto had given nothing.  You’d done so much for Shoto to make him happy.  Why didn’t you even get a face-to-face breakup?

You’d known it was coming.  You said it was going to be okay and tried to trick yourself into really believing it, but deep down you knew the truth.  

Shoto had fallen out of love with you.

Not tying and sending the million pleading things you wanted to say was one of the hardest things you ever had to do.  You sat there, phone in hand, trying to come up with something to say.  You couldn’t just leave that on open.  But what does one say to something like that?

It’s okay, I understand.  Don’t ever hesitate if you change your mind.

You regretted the message as soon as you hit send.  You shouldn’t have said it was okay, because it sure as hell was not. Shoto had become this central figure in your life, the only person you could be around without ever getting tired. He’d become your everything and he just left.  He just gave up.  He didn’t even try.

Actually, it isn’t okay.  I wasn’t expecting this.  I’ll be honest, I knew you were going to leave me, but I thought I meant enough to you to at least be worth a face to face – or phone call at least!  Video chat!  Anything besides a TEXT MESSAGE!  Guess I overestimated my importance to you.  

You stared at the typed-out message on your phone for three whole minutes.  Your finger remained close to the send button, but never came close enough to send it.  Eventually, you backed down and erased the message.  You were hoping maybe in a day or two, Shoto would change his mind. Maybe he’d realize what an awful mistake he’d made.  If you sent that message, you knew there’d be no going back.

You stood up, causing Ochako’s hand to fall off your back.  “I’m going for a walk,” you said plainly.  You walked away without waiting for a response.  It was cold out, but you didn’t bother to grab a jacket.  It was getting dark, but you didn’t bother to grab a flashlight.

You walked around the UA campus for what felt like hours.  Every passing second felt like its own forever.  You’d started crying again at one point, but you weren’t sure exactly when that was.  It wasn’t until you heard a voice call out to you that you wiped away your tears.

“Young l/n?”  You’d recognize that voice anywhere.  All Might, your favorite person in the world. Well, second favorite to Shoto. “What are you doing out here?”

For once, you didn’t want to talk to All Might.  You just wanted to be alone.  You pushed past your hero’s fragile figure, not giving an answer as you ran off.  You could apologize later.

All Might chased after you, grabbing onto your shoulder.  “What’s wrong?”

You felt weak.  You were supposed to be training to be a Hero, and instead you were acting like some heartbroken teenager.  Even though you were a heartbroken teenager, you shouldn’t have been acting that way.  But you couldn’t help it.  It was all you could think about.  You wiped your eyes and sniffled as you looked up into All Might’s blazing blue eyes. “Sh-Sh-Shoto d-d-d-dumped m-me…”

All Might’s gaze softened as he let out a sigh.  “I’m sorry, Young l/n.”  He put a hand on your shoulder, but to his surprise it was just brushed off.

You didn’t want to see anyone.  You just wanted to be alone so you could cry.  For the last couple of weeks, people had been telling you the relationship was coming to an end.  Whenever you’d confide in your friends about your relationship problems, you’d always hear the same thing: “It’s only a matter of time, y/n.”

All Might gently reached out to you again, pulling you close into an embrace.  All Might was the closest figure you had ever had to a father, and you was basically All Might’s child.  It killed him to see you in pain.

Once pulled into the hug, you lost control.  You gripped onto All Might’s white t-shirt tightly as tears streamed down your cheeks and incoherent sobs left your lips.

The rest of the night after that was just a blur.

Next thing you knew, you were waking up in your bed.  Not your dorm bed – your home bed.  You’d forgotten UA was getting a week-long break and you were going home for the week.  Your head was pounding, you could hardly recall the previous day’s events.  You opened your phone and typed in your passcode, 74686, spelling out Shoto.  When it didn’t work, everything came flooding back.  You’d changed your password.  You’d changed your lock screen.

With a simple text, Shoto had changed your life.

Fresh tears welled in your eyes, and you buried your face in your pillow.  You were determined not to let them fall this time.  You had to be strong.

After only a few minutes, your mother knocked on your door.  “y/n?” she asked as she turned the doorknob and pushed the door open.  When she saw you sitting up in your bed, hugging a tear-stained pillow, her eyes filled with sorrow as she rushed to you. “I’m so sorry, honey,” she said gently as she held you close, and you cried into her shoulder.

The week carried on just like that.  Late Sunday night, you returned to UA.  You immediately ran into your dorm and laid face-down on your pillow until you fell asleep.

The following morning was the hardest yet.

You were waking up early to meet Shoto before class.  You’d sent Shoto a message; you had some things you wanted back, plus you wanted answers.  You planned to ask why he’d done it.  Why you hadn’t been good enough.  Why you didn’t get a face-to-face conversation.  You had a million questions flooding through your mind, and you planned to ask all of them.

But when you saw Shoto approaching, they all disappeared.

You stood up from the bench you were sitting on with Ochako and Tsuyu.  You followed as Shoto led you around a corner before leaning against a wall.  In his one outstretched hand he held your requested belongings, and once they were taken he crossed his arms over his chest.

You studied him. He looked fine.  No bloodshot or swollen eyes, no tear-stains, nothing.  He looked totally unaffected by the whole thing, and that hurt more than the initial break-up.  Not only did Shoto not care enough to break up with you in person, he didn’t care at all.  He looked like he was already over it.  Just a week shy of nine months together, and Shoto felt nothing.

Shoto raised his eyebrows expectantly at you, as you were just standing there and staring at him. You had your million questions you wanted to ask, dozens of ways to ask them, but you could only get one word out:

“Why?”

Shoto shrugged his shoulders so nonchalantly that you wanted to punch him.  “I just…didn’t feel it anymore.”

The billions of pieces your heart had shattered into even more.  Your heart was beating so fast, your eyes were already beginning to water.  You couldn’t cry in front of Shoto, but you couldn’t think of any of your other questions. You opened your mouth to speak, but no words came out.  What could you even say to that?

Shoto pursed his lips as he looked you up and down.  “I’ll see you around.”  With that he walked away, leaving you shattered and broken, standing there with your retrieved objects fallen to the ground and forgotten, as tears raced down your cheeks.

[fanficflaneuse]

One Day - Part 3

A/N: Hello, Magical tumblr friends! I have absolutely no self control. Writing has flown very easily lately and I just want to post as soon as I finish. First, as always, I want to thank you for all of your love and support. This has been awesome so far. Every little heart, reblog and note makes my heart soar. Thank you, thank you, thank you! Second, I really want to apologize in case my writing has too many mistakes. I’m a perfectionist. I usually try very hard to be polished and strive to have a near perfect grammar and spelling, but English is not my first language, so even when I reread my writing time and time again I still find a lot of mistakes. I’m sorry! I’m really trying my best and hopefully it gets better :) 

Third, this post features Fragment 31 by greek poet Sappho, translated by Jim Powell. 

Details: 

Draco x reader (she/her pronouns) Word count: 1465 Summary: One day AU. Post-war. Since The Battle of Hogwarts, Draco and y/n meet one day a year.

Enjoy! 

Masterlist 

3 May, 2000

My dearest (Y/N/N),

I imagine you probably want to burn me at the stake right now. I know I promised to write as often as possible, but the things I’ve experienced in the last few weeks have shaken me to my core. And I can already imagine you saying something along the lines of “there’s always time to scribble a few lines, it’s not that hard, Dray”, but not everyone is a talented writer like you, darling. Be it as it may, in case my words don’t grant me your forgiveness with this letter you’ll find a couple of books I’ve read lately and I’d love to discuss with my favourite bookworm.

I arrived in Prague last week. Oh, (Y/N/N)! What a wondrous place. It’s everything you described and so much more. I spent the first few days sightseeing and walking around. I ventured into the wizarding library you told me about and I could totally understand your excitement. I spent two whole days there and I don’t think I covered more than half of it. It reminded me a bit of Hogwarts and a great deal of you. I miss you terribly, (Y/N), and the only thing I’d change about this trip would be having you with me. We should go on a holiday together, explore a corner of the world we have yet to see. What do you say?

I started venturing into the muggle parts of the city as well. Muggle tourists seem to be three times more of a pain in the arse than wizard tourists are. All in all, I’ve learned a great deal from them as well. I’ve visited cathedrals and museums and I even consulted a muggle about their literature. As much as I hate to admit this, you’re right: there are some awfully great things out there. That Kafka fellow? An absolute genius. The way The Metamorphosis made me feel is nothing short of magical. What a gross book (in the best possible way).

What else can I tell you, love? I definitely needed all of this. I needed to get away from Britain, away from my parents, away from everything I once knew. I needed to get lost in places where my last name meant absolutely nothing. It has helped me put things into perspective and get to know myself. I haven’t found myself just yet. I don’t even know if it’s possible, to truly find oneself. But at least I’m ridden with questions and challenges to my old beliefs. I am not ashamed to tell you I’m terribly afraid of the answers, but I at least I don’t fear finding them anymore. The price of not asking myself all I have to learn is much too high.

I hope this letter finds you well, (Y/N/N). Tell me what’s new with you. Please make my days better with some of your poems and short stories. I miss them as much as I miss you (plus, I want to collect a bunch of your original works to boast when you’re a famous writer).

I send you all of those hugs I cannot give you right now.

Hope to see you soon.

Love,

Your cuddling partner.

D. M.

...

My dearest Dray,

I was thinking about sending you a howler when you owl arrived, lucky bastard. I’d say there are no words to describe how much joy your letter brings me, but I am want to be a writer so this doesn’t apply to me, I guess. I knew a change of scenery would open your mind to different things and I’m genuinely happy for you. I hope all of those questions lead you to live your truth and build a life that truly fulfils you.

Thank you for the books, love. I’m quite impressed by your selection. Muggle books? I never would’ve imagined you, of all people, would send me muggle literature. I’m so proud! And Kafka is wonderful. I only got my hands on some of his short stories. I guess I’ll give that little novel a go now that it has your approval stamp. I’ll read all of these books and send you a very extensive review. I won’t quite forgive you, though, until you drag your arse back here and we can have yet another cuddle session.

I’d love to go on a holiday with you, Dray. What do you propose? I’ve never been to America and I’m really curious of what it has to offer. I’d also love to go someplace sunny, enjoy the nice weather and hopefully get a bit tanned, don’t you think? (Or at least try…You’re so freakishly pale tanning seems like a big stretch).

I’ll tell you some of my news. Last week I started working at the Ministry. I’m part of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement now. It is a lot of work and it includes a great deal of paperwork, but at least I have Hermione, Harry and Ron with me. (They all send you their regards, by the way. Ron says that if you don’t bring gifts with you, you won’t be allowed at the Burrow anymore. Hermione scolded him, but the threat remains). I like helping people. I guess this is just a more official continuation of what we’ve been doing since we’re eleven, don’t you think? I am learning a lot and I am very busy. It makes me happy and excited for what’s to come.

Yesterday we went back to Hogwarts for the second anniversary of the battle. It was all very gloomy. The wounds are still fresh. I got back home and cried my heart out. But I feel it was absolutely necessary for us – all of us – to be there. We need to heal collectively, Dray. I know you say it’s not your place. I know a lot of people won’t be able to look past the mark in your forearm. Many others, though, asked me about you and your wellbeing. I am sure it is going to take a while, but I hope you can go back and face those demons. I wish for you to recover. I cherish the day in which we all do.

You have no idea how much I miss you, Draco Malfoy. Even Harry is jealous. It’s not my fault that our cuddle partnership is absolutely awesome and that he’s a terrible cuddler. I guess you’re my one and only.

I have a bunch of short stories in the works. To be honest I have been a bit lazy lately. I’m so tired once I get home that I don’t really have enough patience to work on my tragic heroines. I’ve been writing a lot of poetry, though. I write verses on napkins and stray pieces of parchment, on the back of the forms I have to fill or at the margins of the books I’m currently reading. I’ll send you a couple of them.

(…) once I look at you for a moment, I can't speak any longer,

but my tongue breaks down, and then all at once a subtle fire races inside my skin, my eyes can't see a thing and a whirring whistle thrums at my hearing,

cold sweat covers me and a trembling takes ahold of me all over: I'm greener than the grass is and appear to myself to be little short of dying.

Hope to see you soon.

Love,

Your cuddling partner.

(Your Initials).

Draco unfolded the letter and read it for the tenth time. He loved how (Y/N) could write the most erudite poems and elaborate stories, yet her letters seemed to have a more conversational tone. It made him feel closer to her. He could imagine her saying every single sentence out loud, complete with guessing where would she breathe, laugh or make dramatic pauses.

In the last two years, Draco and (Y/N) had built a one of a kind friendship. It was foreign territory even to her, who was used to a tight-knit group of friends. He’d be lying if he didn’t admit that his heart almost leaped out of his chest when he read the words “you’re my one and only”. If he had to guess, he’d say she had written that in a more teasing tone. After all, he had started with the pet names.

And yet.

The poem was the icing on the cake. He wanted to think she had written it with him in mind. Reading her writing was like having access to a very reserved piece of her mind he’d never quite grasp. And he wanted as much of it as he could get. Draco folded the letter once again and saved it with the rest. (Y/N) (Y/L/N), his best friend, would be the death of him.

Tags: @fandomscombine @okaydraco @iliketoast23 @naomi02hook

[a-vintage-snake]

8. Oh, I’ll Fall In Love With You

Pairing(s): Pre-romantic Dukeceit

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Warnings: Child abuse, dirty humor, basically Remus is Very Thirsty™ for that Snake Booty Characters: Janus “Deceit” Sanders, Remus Sanders,

Summary: Deceit makes an offer to Remus he can’t refuse

Word Count: 10601

Author’s Note: Guess who’s baaaaack? This chapter is dedicated to Lumi, Rose, Alec and all the other wonderful people in the Shatter discord server who encouraged me to keep going, even when I struggled so hard with this chapter that I wanted to throw my laptop out of the window. Also, on AO3 I have actually edited and updated all the previous chapters! Worked out the mistakes, added some stuff and deleted some unnecessary things. I will update the chapters here on Tumblr too, but in a few days (I wanna SLEEP man). If you ever wanted to reread this whole beast, now is your best chance!

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The warlock led him through winding halls, which were slowly brightened by the rising sun outside. Remus knew that he had to pay attention, try to remember some of the routes through this maze-like structure. He however couldn’t seem to tear his eyes away once more from the back of Deceit’s head, although this time it wasn’t just because of those exquisite curls.

Were all evil warlocks like this? Or did this guy just not read the guide on Villainous Wizardry 101?

It was only when Deceit threw open a couple of double doors that Remus finally mentally slapped himself and remembered to look around. One snap of the warlock’s fingers and the dark room erupted into light, candles on the wall flaming up along with a fire starting in an ornately decorated fireplace at the end of the hall. The room that they had just entered appeared to be a grand dining hall. The flames illuminated the massive dining table that took up the room, which had to be at least twice the size of the one Remus knew from back home. Yet the table was caked in dust, years of untouched grime making the warm wood almost grey in appearance. The many chairs surrounding it were in no better condition.

Another bored wave of the warlock’s hand and curtains were drawn, allowing light to stream in through tall windows. Remus rapidly blinked at the sudden brightness, slowing to a halt as took in the stunning view of the mountains and valleys that greeted him beyond the windows. Morning fog was pulled like a blanket over the land below, but if Remus squinted he could still make out the white towers of his family castle in the distance, peaking up from the mist like needles from a pincushion. It was almost impossible to believe that just a few days ago he was still there. Would anyone have started missing him by now?

…Eh. Probably not.

“I’m glad you’re enjoying the view,” The warlock’s voice echoed across the hall. “I assure you, it’s just as lovely from this side of the room.”

Startled from his thoughts, Remus hurried over to the end of the dining hall, where he saw that one small part of the table was dust free. On that clean part a modest array of plates were arranged, filled with seasonal fruits, bread and dried fish. There was one one carafe filled with clear water and one with a dark red liquid, which he guessed to likely be wine. Simple food, but nevertheless Remus’ stomach made an embarrassingly loud rumble that nearly echoed in the quiet air. The small dinner in his room seemed ages ago. The warlock chuckled.

“It appears that I got you here just in time,” He said amusedly as he poured two glasses of water. “Have a seat.”

Hesitantly Remus sat down in one of the two chairs that seemed just as clean as the table part. It placed him at Deceit’s left hand, while the warlock sat closest to the fireplace. Looking over the food again Remus ignored his vague disappointment that the warlock didn’t feast on his enemies’ hearts and the blood of virgins or something along that line. Well, he supposed it was only breakfast. Maybe the human meat was reserved for dinner only.

While pondering if perhaps the warlock would put him on the menu and try to strap him to the table to feast on his organs (which was a strangely hot mental image) Remus reached for the glass of water that was placed in front of him-

A sharp ache shot through his wrist and Remus drew his hand back with a pained hiss. He had nearly forgotten about his little injury, but he figured it would be hard to ignore now. His wrist thrummed miserably, thickened with dark blue bruises. Before he could discretely hide the offending arm under the table the warlock looked his way.

“…You are hurt.” Deceit frowned as he spotted his wrist.

“It’s nothing!” Remus said quickly. “I barely feel it, I didn’t lie about-!”

Slender hands grasped his wrist, and Remus’ mouth slapped shut with an audible click. Deceit didn’t react to his sudden silence, only pulled his hand closer. Remus’ throat went bone dry. He didn’t dare to move an inch as the warlock delicately examined his wrist, gentle fingers feeling and pressing for any injury. Sharp talons moved dangerously close to the vulnerable veins on his wrist, yet not a scratch landed on Remus’ skin. The pressure, however soft it was, still sent painful twinges down his arm. Remus barely registered it. He could only stare, a little dazed, at those elegant long fingers. Iridescent green scales ran down the back of the warlock’s hands, even spreading as far as his fingers. Remus wanted to lean forward and explore every single one of them with his lips and tongue.

Oh yeah, good fucking luck with THAT when just him touching your wrist makes you wanna faint like a damsel in a boring story!

“Move your fingers for me?” Deceit asked, unaware of Remus’ inner turmoil. Remus wiggled his fingers, grimacing at the pain the movement caused. The warlock hummed.

“Just a sprain,” Deceit said. “Nothing I can’t heal easily.”

“Ha,” Remus laughed weakly. “Told ya it was nothing! Very tough-! Me…”

Remus trailed off when the warlock gently folded his hands around his wrist in a light grasp. Remus wasn’t sure he could take much more before his heart would literally explode on him and cover the fancy dinner table with his organs, when the warlock’s eyes started glowing molten gold once more… And he started to sing.

Had Deceit’s speaking voice already turned Remus into a pile of goo, nothing could have prepared him for his singing voice. Remus understood exactly none of the words, but it didn’t matter. Breathlessly he let the song wash over him, barely daring to blink lest the warlock would stop singing in that crooning dark baritone voice, soft yet powerful. Every single note felt like silk against his skin, or a soothing warm drink on an ice-cold day. He scarcely noticed how the veins on Deceit’s hands came alive in that same golden glow as his eyes, enveloping Remus’ wrist in warm light.

I’m dying. This is death and somehow I made it into paradise.

Far too soon for his liking the song came to an end. The glow in Deceit’s eyes and veins vanished and, much to Remus’ disappointment, he released his hold on his wrist.

“How does it feel now?” Deceit asked.

Reluctantly Remus pulled his wrist back, only to stop short when he realized the movement didn’t hurt anymore. The bruises had vanished, not even a hint of blue marring his skin anymore. Gingerly he rolled his wrist, preparing for pain, but none came.

A healing spell, Remus realized as he rubbed his wrist. The song had been a healing spell.

In awe over his magical recovery, Remus looked up into the warlock’s calm mismatched eyes. Right. Now was the time to for a charming answer, a sincere thank you that would certainly sweep him off his feet-

“Fuck me.” Remus breathlessly said.

Deceit blinked, baffled. “I beg your pardon?” He sharply asked.

Shit. Shitshitshitshitshit!! That was NOT the right thing! Quick, thinkthinkthink, fix this, FIX THIS-!!

“I mean FUCK ME, how did you do that?!” Remus yelped.

Nailed it.

Deceit gave him an odd look. “You would say this is nothing new to you,” He said as he gracefully sat down in his own chair. “Healing is one of the most common magic practices out there. Especially amongst nobility, I would say.”

“Yeah, well, I’ve never been much to a healer! So no, not really used to it!” Remus readily jumped on that little bit of truth. His parents had always believed that sending him to a healer for every injury he had would just make him soft. So his body had always repaired itself the old fashioned way, no matter how seriously hurt he was. Even when Roman was healed for every little bruise that appeared on his disgustingly perfect skin.

“Is that so…” Deceit hummed quietly, more to himself than to Remus. Before he had a chance to decipher the thoughtful tone the warlock smiled, instantly sweeping any rational thought Remus might have had under the rug.

“Well, let’s not stare at this wonderfully set table, shall we? Please,” Deceit waved an inviting gesture towards the food. “Help yourself.”

His stomach rumbled again, so Remus gladly took that invitation, sweeping his eyes over the stalled out food.

This is an opportunity to impress him! You have survived all those boring-ass etiquette for a reason! Show him you’re sophisticated as balls!

He made an excellent point to himself. So Remus picked up the chic silverware, filled his plate with bread, fish and some fruits and ate.

The breakfast was a silent affair, but Remus was used to that. The warlock didn’t touch the food, merely nipped from his water as Remus ate with all the enthusiastic energy of someone who hadn’t brought enough rations on his impromptu quest, filling up his plate again and again. Fuck, he hadn’t realized just how hungry he was. He struck down the instinct to throw his knife and fork aside to unashamedly gorge himself on the food. If it had been Roman with him he would have done that in a heartbeat. In the very rare occasion that both their parents couldn’t attend dinner he had delighted in disgusting his brother by eating everything with his hands. Including soup, that one memorable time. Yes, the soup had been uncomfortably hot, but the grossed out look on Roman’s face had made it all worth it.

Hungrily zooming in on the last slice of dark bread, Remus reached to grab it.

“Wait!”

Remus’ hand stopped midway, hovering over the last slice of bread uncertainly.

“Rule number one of this castle,” Deceit said. “Always leave one piece of food behind on the platters.” That was an… oddly specific rule. “Why?” Remus asked, confusedly pulling his hand back.

The warlock smiled lightly. “See for yourself.” He said as he nodded towards the platter. Remus frowned and looked back, puzzled, at the last slice of bread.

For a while nothing happened. Then, to Remus bewilderment and with the faintest little pop sound a second slice appeared on the platter, identical to the first one. Several more soft pops were heard and within a matter of minutes the platter was once more filled with neatly sliced bread.

Remus thought that at this point his eyes would literally roll out his head with the sheer amount of ogling he had done in just these past 12 hours alone. He couldn’t help it. Any display of magic made him want to see more. He was incredibly tempted to snatch the bread away again just to see how new slices would appear. Instead however he turned to the warlock, not caring about how dumb his astounded face probably was.

“…Well that’s a neat trick.” Remus said weakly. The warlock laughed, and Remus’ stomach made all sorts of funny loopity-loops at the sight.

“It’s merely a simple duplication spell applied to the platters. Along with an air bubble created around them to keep everything at its peak freshness. I’ll admit, that one was a bit trickier.”

“Wait, all the platters do that??”

“Those and the carafes, yes.”

Remus’ eyes immediately went to the carafe of wine. Holy crap, Infinity Wine… Every alcoholic’s wet dream.

“That’s so cool!” Remus breathed. He had never seen magic being used like that! Deceit swirled the water in his glass around. “It is a necessity, I’m afraid. Food is sometimes so hard to come by in the mountains. One learns to appreciate what you can find, even when it is as simple as this. Although I never thought I would have to serve it to such…” The warlock smirked at Remus. “Royal company.” “I-I don’t mind!” Remus shook his head. How was it that one smile of this man made his brain turn to lumpy mush? “Not at all!”

“Oh, I’m so glad about that,” Deceit grinned. “I would positively be distraught if you did mind! Especially since I suppose you were used to the… finer things in life, back at your home?”

Something about that last line jostled something in the helplessly purring slush that was currently his head. His home… His home! His plan! Now was as good of a time as any!

“Oh, right!” Remus dropped his cutlery. “When are we going to take over the castle??” He asked brightly.

Deceit’s hand froze, the glass in his hand halfway up to his lips. He shook his head, seemingly unsure whether or not he heard that correctly.

“I… What?” The warlock’s voice had gone from lightly teasing to downright flat.

“That’s what you want, right?” Remus clarified. “I can help! I know all the entrances of the castle, including the ones that aren’t really entrances I guess? But don’t worry, I would never ask you to go through the sewers! Or do you want info on the guards’ shifts? I got those too! Had to evade those fuckers every time I snuck out!” Growing more and more enthusiastic about the whole idea, Remus grabbed an empty plate and some spoons and arranged them on the table in a rough approximation of the castle’s defence system. “Right, just imagine this plate is the castle! The guards change every six hours, except when there’s a party, then it’s every four hours!” He moved the spoons around the plate, mimicking the exchange of guards. “I would say the best time to sneak in would be at… three o’clock at night or so? Especially on Wednesdays, because then general Isolda isn’t on duty! She’s a real piece of work, lemme tell you! Ohoh!! Shall I detail who the best knights are? So we can take those out first??”

Remus eagerly beamed up at the warlock. The other man hadn’t moved throughout his little explanation. He still held his glass halfway up to his mouth, all the while staring at Remus with the most incredulous blank look he had ever seen. Remus’ grin turned a little less enthusiastic as the seconds kept ticking away in politely baffled silence. Did he say something wrong?

Just as he wanted to ask if maybe his explanation was unclear, Deceit’s eyes hardened with suspicion. The warlock’s face darkened with slow awakening rage as he slammed his glass down with a bang.

“Do you think I’m a fool?” Deceit hissed as he rose from his chair, the very air around him crackling with barely held back fury. Remus paled.

“What??? No! No, no, no!” Remus threw up his hands in a placating gesture. “I just want to help you, I swear!”

“Oh, of course!” The warlock bitterly laughed. “One of the royal family just swoops in and wants to help me! What a cute little fairy-tale! Do tell me another! What’s next, you wish to burn down your family castle?!”

“Yeah, really wouldn’t mind that either-!”

“DON’T LIE TO ME!” Deceit roared, his eyes flaring up in flaming gold. Remus sharply inhaled as the eyes bored into him, pinning him down as helplessly as they had done back on the mountain. The warlock moved in, fast as a viper, gripping the arm rests of Remus’ chair as he loomed over the prince.

“Tell me the truth!” The warlock commanded with a hiss. His voice seeped into Remus’ mind like honey, stickily sweet and burning, dousing Remus’ head in gold. The pure intensity of the feeling left him shaking.

“I want…” Remus gasped. “I want-!”

“Yes?” Deceit bit out impatiently.

“I want to help you take over the kingdom because those fucking bastards got it coming!”

Immediately the gold receded, making Remus’ his eyes slip shut and his head fall back as he gulped for breath from the abrupt withdrawal. For a while there was nothing heard but Remus’ laboured breathing. When he sluggishly blinked open his eyes Deceit still loomed over him, stock-still. Staring down at him with the most pure perplexed look of utter confusion on his face. It made Remus want to kiss him senseless.

“You… I… You’re-!” Deceit shook his head, his silver tongue seemingly at a loss for words. “You’re actually serious-!”He finally sputtered out.

“Sure am!” Remus grinned, hoping to hell the warlock wasn’t going to ask why exactly he was so eager to help him.

“But-! But what about your life there?!” “Fucking overrated, let me tell you!”

“Your companions? Your friends?!”

Remus shrugged. “Don’t have those!”

“Really?” The warlock frowned. “There is no one? No one at all?”

Briefly the image of serious eyes behind square glasses crossed his mind’s eye, and for the first time since he woke up a little nugget of hesitance wiggled in Remus’ head. He hadn’t thought about the stuffy librarian… Would his favourite nerd miss his sparkling presence?

“Your Grace, could you kindly get off the bookcase?”

“I can not converse right now, I am quite busy.”

“No, your Grace, I do not eat books. That seems like a very counterproductive way of attaining new knowledge.”

…Oh, who was he kidding? Logan was probably just glad he didn’t have to clean up after his messes anymore.

“Nope! There’s no one!” Remus cheerfully said, throwing up his hands in a ‘what ya gonna do’ gesture. “So let’s burn the castle to the ground!”

Deceit stared down at him for a long moment, a wildly searching look in his eyes. A hundred clever remarks and questions crossed Remus’ mind but he bit them all back. Instead he steadfastly held eye contact, even when his gaze wanted to flick down to the warlock’s lips. What was Deceit looking for? Proof that Remus was being dishonest? Or was it something else?

Eventually Deceit pulled back, slowly releasing the death grip he had on the chair’s armrests. Unsteadily he stepped away to heavily fall back into his own chair. Remus released the breath that he hadn’t realized he had been holding. Whatever it was that Deceit had tried to find, apparently it hadn’t been there. The warlock’s thousand-yard stare suggested someone who saw three weeks (or a month at most) of planning disappear into thin air.

“Well this is an… Unexpected time saver.” Deceit muttered.

“…Time saver for what?” Remus asked curiously. The warlock jostled, as if he hadn’t realized he had spoken out loud. Remus squirmed under the glower Deceit send his way. The warlock took him in with narrowed, analysing eyes. Like Remus was a puzzle he wasn’t quite sure how to solve yet. It almost made Remus shy, which was just ridiculous. He didn’t do shy. Quickly he grabbed his glass and took a big swig of water to avoid that scrutinizing gaze.

“…Let me get right to the point then,” Deceit said, his face once more an unreadable mask. “Have you ever wanted to learn magic?”

“Magic?” The prince frowned. “Uh, yeah? Who hasn’t? Why? Are you offering?” Remus joked before taking another sip of water.

“As a matter of fact,” Deceit said lightly. “I am.”

Remus doubled over in a cough as the water went straight up his nose. Hacking like an old man he pounded on his chest to dislodge the water he inhaled in his own lungs.

“Try not to die on me, little prince,” The warlock’s dry tone reached through Remus’ coughing. “We still have much to discuss.”

It took a few minutes before Remus got his breathing back under control. He swallowed a good couple of times, and looked back at the other to ask multiple questions, including, but not limited to, ‘what the actual fuck’ when he saw that the warlock wasn’t looking at him. Instead he looked just a bit past Remus.

“Ah, there you are, my dear.” Deceit said with a warm smile. Remus whipped around. Who was this?? A rival?? His plan be damned, he would challenge his competition to a duel right then and there-!!

Yellow and black scales patterned down a long coiling body, which silently glided itself across the table towards him. Loudly cursing Remus grabbed the utensil nearest to him (a fork unfortunately) from the table and held it up like a sword as quite possible the largest cobra he had ever seen raised itself up right before him. Vicious green eyes with split pupils stared him down scornfully. The cobra’s tongue flicked out, scenting him, before flaring its hood and hissing furiously at Remus, showing off fangs the size of his little finger. He suddenly understood why he hadn’t spotted any rodents around the castle.

Before Remus could even think about jamming his fork into the snake’s jaw, Deceit reached forward and softly caressed the cobra’s belly with his knuckles.

“Ssssh, sssh... Eris, Eris…” The warlock soothingly cooed. “There’s no need for that, my beauty.”

The cobra turned to Deceit with another hiss, this one not quite promising murderous intent like the previous one, but still fierce.

“Oh dear, someone is grumpy,” Deceit chuckled affectionately, like he was talking to a toddler and not a massive venomous killer rope full of rage. “Eris, may I introduce you to Remus. Remus, this is Eris.”

Remus sunk down his chair when the cobra looked at him again, her eyes filled with contempt. The resemblance to his mother was almost uncanny.

“P-Pleasure to meet you…?” Remus hesitantly smiled. Eris pulled her nose up with a snarl, showing off her fangs once more. Remus gulped and slid a bit further down his chair, hoping to hide his vulnerable neck from those teeth.

“This man will be our guest for the foreseeable future. Yes he will!” Deceit said sternly as Eris angrily hissed, disbelief somehow clear in her eyes. “So be nice.”

Eris glanced between Deceit and Remus dubiously, before hissing again. Deceit sighed. “Please don’t question my decisions at the dinner table. We talked about this.” He said tiredly. Eris made a rolling movement with her head, like she desperately wished she had eyes that could roll.

This was turning into quite possibly the weirdest (and oddly arousing) day of Remus’ life as he watched Eris slither onto the warlock’s arm, and Deceit let it happen calmly. As if the snake, sliding herself up and wrapping around his neck and shoulders like the world’s deadliest scarf, couldn’t kill him with just one bite. Eris rested her head on Deceit’s shoulder and glowered over her own coils at Remus.

“Don’t mind her,” Deceit absent-mindedly caressed the cobra’s yellow and black scales. “She’s not good with new faces, but she won’t harm you.”

“…Riiiight.” Remus said as Eris raised the tip of her tail, first pointing it at her eyes, then at Remus. He wasn’t sure if snakes could glare, but this one was definitely giving him a look that told him she could kill him a hundred times over if he stepped as much as a toenail out of line.

“You haven’t answered my question yet.”

Remus tore himself away from his little staring contest with the cobra to look at the other snake at the table. “Your question?” He repeated a little confused.

“If you would like to learn magic.” Deceit clarified.

“…Hold up. You mean that was a genuine offer??” Remus asked as he sat up from his crouched hold. “You actuallywant to teach me magic?”

“I do.” Deceit calmly nodded.

“B-But… Wait.” This wasn’t real. He was most likely just unconscious under one of those bookcases he knocked over.

His head was probably crushed. A plank impaled him, right through the eye, and he was bleeding pretty pictures all over the floor with bits of brain swirling in the red-

Remus shook his head. No, no, no! Bad brain! Roman thoughts, remember?? But how else could he explain it? There was no way that not just a warlock, but The Warlock In The Goddamn Desolate Mountains was offering to make his childhood fantasy become a reality. It had been his dream to learn magic. A dream he shared with Roman, ever since their ninth birthday party. Their parents had invited a magic performer, who had woven illusions of light into thrilling stories that came alive around the guests. Remus remembered reaching his hand out, utterly mesmerized, toward a pirate ship made of shining orange light. His hand had passed through the illusion, but his fingers had tingled with the feeling of pure magic.

That night Roman and him had barely slept. Instead they had excitedly whispered into the late night hours, planning and saying mock spells, their imagination making their hands light up with magic. They would become the greatest sorcerers in whole the land!

Of course, their dreams were crushed the next morning when they excitedly talked about their plans at breakfast and their mother had gracefully informed them that royalty was not allowed to learn magic.

“What?! Why not?!” Roman had whined.

“It would create chaos if kings and queens could use magic to rule their countries. Just imagine if any monarch could enchant their fellow leaders to hand over their crowns,” Queen Nadia had said matter-of-factly over her cup of morning tea. “That rule has been decided in the Peace Treaty set up after the Iron Wars. Which you two would know if you paid attention to your history lessons.”

“Peace Treaty? More like Peace Doody…” Remus had muttered scornfully, making Roman snort.

“Besides,” King Augusto had continued. “The universities do not teach just anyone. The ancient art of magic is a difficult path, only destined for the worthy. You would need actual talent to be able to learn such a difficult thing.” At this point, both of his parents had pointedly looked at Remus.

“…Can I even learn magic??” Remus hesitantly asked.

Deceit shrugged, and somehow managed to make it look elegant. “I don’t see a reason why not.”

“Isn’t it like…” Remus waved a hand in a vague twist. “ ‘An ancient art, only destined for the worthy?’ ” He said, mimicking his father’s words.

“Ah yes,” Deceit rolled his eyes. “That old lovely titbit of elitist superiority. Well dear, let me just crush that mind-set immediately. That idea is something what we call in the professional world complete horseshit.”

The warlock saying swearwords really shouldn’t be as sexy as it was. “What do you mean?” Remus asked quickly to distract himself.

The warlock growled- Actually growled! Remus wanted to scream.

“Magic is an ancient art only destined for the worthy,” Deceit mockingly spat in a nasally voice. “HA! You know what that is? A lot of showy talk for ‘We only want the people that we approve of to learn.’ As if magic is a snooty benefactor who values bribing money over actual talent! No no no!” Deceit used no magic, yet his eyes lit up as if fire was burning in them. Remus leaned forward a bit, breathlessly pulled in. He couldn’t help but want to be consumed by those flames.

“Magic, true boundless magic, is inside all of us. Anyone, from the man who thinks he’s worthy because he wears a crown, to the lowest beggar on the streets. They all have that potential for magic. Everyone can learn it! And there was a time everyone did! A time where farmers would draw sigils in their land to ensure their crops would be bountiful. Midwives would chant spells to guarantee mothers a painless delivery. But of course, of course,” The warlock snarled. “Those in power would look down upon such practices. Can’t have your ‘peasantry’ grow too independent, or have the power to fight back once they realize they’ve been mistreated! So as time went on those practices disappeared... Hunted down by those who discouraged it at best, or killed who opposed them at worst!”

Deceit grumbled on quietly, but Remus didn’t quite catch it. In fact, he was feeling a little dizzy. How was it that one second the warlock was all grace and poise, a deadly kind of calm that reminded him of a predator in waiting, yet the next he was so passionate, so full of fire? The contrast made Remus’ insides simmer.

They could cut him open and nothing but mush would come out. A soup of all his bones and organs, with his bloody beating heart at its centre-

“I was… taught about that in history class,” Remus said weakly. “But… My teacher… He said that that kind of magic was…” What did that old fart say again? Ah yeah. “ ‘It’s like comparing high class art with simple scribbles on a wall.’ ” Remus did his best to imitate the snooty voice from his memory.

The warlock’s eyes darkened. Even Eris made a soft scoffing sound. “He said that, did he?”

Remus held up his hands in defeat. “His words, not mine!”

Deceit nodded with a short hum. “And scribbles on a wall are any less valid than high class art because…?” He asked with a too sweet smile.

Remus blinked stupidly. “Uuuuh… You can put high art in museums,” He tried. “And scribbles… Not?”

“Huh,” Deceit tilted his head in mock thought. “So one is only for the privileged to enjoy, while the other is for everyone?”

Dumbly he stared at the other man. Up until this point Remus had never put doubts on his teacher’s words, but now? Well fuck. He had never considered it that way…

“My point stands,” Deceit said smugly when he saw Remus struggled to answer. “You can learn magic, despite what some people would like you to think.” He took a sip of his water, and smirked over the rim of his glass at Remus. “So what is your answer, little prince?”

Remus grinned so wide his cheeks hurt. Him! Learning magic! Oh man, if only Roman could see him now! Remus had given up on that dream, resigned himself to just staring jealously whenever he saw Virgil summon his purple shadows. But now!! Now he could! To hell with the stupid “No Magic For Monarchy” rule, he would actually become a sorcerer! He was already down with committing treason! Why not break some more rules while he was at it? He could already imagine his brother’s dumb face and his dumb offended noises if he knew Remus would be learning magic instead of him!

In your fucking face Roman!!

He opened his mouth to yell ‘YES!’ when-

“I’m afraid he just can’t be helped, your Majesties.”

Remus bit his lip, resisting the urge to shuffle his feet. What he wouldn’t give to be doing homework right now, even if it was math equations. If he just could be anywhere but here, listening to his tutor summing up his every mistake. All the while his parents sat and listened, their hands folded in their laps. The parlour felt suffocating hot, yet still Remus struggled not to tremble.

“He has no talent for the written word. All his work is not only completely inappropriate, but also riddled with spelling errors.” His teacher said. Remus wanted to yell that his stories were fun, you stupid old fart! Why did some mistakes matter?? He wasn’t suicidal however, so he kept quiet.

“He refuses to pay attention to any of the classes, he doesn’t understand even the easiest of subject matter and his grades in math are… Well, you’ve seen those.”

“You’re saying he’s simple.” His father said coldly. Remus winced, biting harder down on his bottom lip. Maybe he would bite through his own flesh and they would have no choice but to send away, lest he bleed on the expensive carpet. With that small hope in mind Remus clenched his jaw harder.

“Well, he does have some passion for the arts-”

“We’ve seen what he draws,” His mother said airily. “Clearly you can agree that’s a passion we should discourage.”

“Of course, your Majesty.”

But he liked drawing! He loved filling pages upon pages with the things he found interesting! So what if his interests included blood and monsters and zombies and… Maybe he should have drawn more unicorns, like Roman did.

“Regardless, I have tried everything in my power,” His teacher continued. “But the boy just refuses to learn.”

“Pure laziness,” King Augusto dismissed. “You’ll just have to drill him harder. You have our permission to use whatever you deem necessary to discipline him into learning.”

“Yes, your Majesty.”

Remus flexed his fingers, making the red lines where his teacher had struck his hands with a ruler twinge. Whatever he deems necessary? What else could his teacher do??

…On second thought, he really didn’t want to know.

“Thank you for your report, mister Davis,” Queen Nadia smiled. “Now please leave us. We wish to talk to our son for a moment.”

“Of course,” Mister Davis said as he deeply bowed. “A grand day to you, your Majesties.”

Remus stared up at his teacher with pleading eyes. As much as he despised the older man, he didn’t want him to leave. Mister Davis however completely ignored him as he made his way out of the parlour. The door slamming shut behind him sounded in Remus’ ears like the executioner’s axe coming down.

“Well?” His mother icily said after a few agonizing seconds. “Don’t you have anything to say for yourself?”

Remus stared down at his feet as he racked his brain. Should he run? No, no… The last time he tried to run he didn’t get very far, and afterwards… No, he didn’t want to relive that.

“Answer!” His father barked, making Remus jump. “Or are you too dumb to talk as well?”

“I-I’m sorry!!” Remus stuttered. “But I-! I just-! I try-!”

“Goodness me, always with the mumbling!” His mother said impatiently. “How many times do we have to tell you? Speak. Clearly!”

“Sorry!” Remus said, louder. “I didn’t mean to-!”

“And now you’re shouting at us? Horrid little boy, you know perfectly well shouting worsens my headaches!” Queen Nadia sighed delicately as she rubbed her temples. “It’s as if you want us to suffer… Is that it?”

“I’m sorry,” Remus apologized again, this time in a whisper. “I don’t-!”

“And he’s back to the mumbling!” His father shook his head. “Why do we even still try with you?”

Remus worriedly bit his lip again, which by now was raw from the extensive chewing. He was unsure of the volume his parents wanted to hear from him, so he kept his mouth shut.

“First you insist on continuously disrupting your brother’s class,” His father continued. “So you force us to hire a private tutor for you. And how do you repay our generosity? By failing even the easiest of classes! How do you suppose your mother and me feel under all of this? You’re an ungrateful little-”

“But I don’t get it!” Remus blurted out. Shocked he slapped a hand over his mouth, but it was too late. Oh no oh no oh no why did he say anything??

“Oh?” His father’s voice turned quiet, the kind of quiet that Remus learned to associate with danger. He couldn’t stop trembling now even if he tried. “Pray tell, what exactly is it that you ‘don’t get?’ ”

What could he say? That he didn’t remember any of mister Davis’ snooty rambling of bone-dry facts, especially since his tutor refused to repeat himself? That his mind seemed to move faster than his pen, so he rushed his writing to keep up? That no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t for the live of him focus on any big block of text shoved in front of his nose? “I… don’t get the lessons,” Remus finally choked out. “They’re hard! I just-! Don’t understand them…”

Due to the rushing in his ears he didn’t hear his father get up. Because he was staring at his feet he only knew that his father approached him when a big hand grabbed his collar. The shirt digs into his throat, cutting off his air, as he is hoisted up.

“Don’t understand them? Don’t understand them?!” His father barked. “My goodness, you really just are that stupid, are you?!”

His head is harshly slapped sideways as his father’s hand connects brutally with his cheek, leaving a ringing in his ears and tears forming in his eyes.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry-!!”

“ ‘Sorry’ isn’t good enough!” King Augusto shook his son harshly, making Remus’ teeth rattle. “Sorry doesn’t fix your grades, you utter waste of space!”

Remus wailed as another hard backhand struck him, his father’s ring stinging on his cheek.

“You’re a disgrace to our family name, you hear me?! A DISGRACE!”

“Augusto, stop.”

His father’s hand lowered as the king turned to his wife. The grip on Remus’ shirt didn’t loosen though, so Remus was left hanging, barely standing on his tippy-toes.

“He has to learn, Nadia!” King Augusto growled.

“I know, dear. But we have that state dinner in a two days,” Queen Nadia said. “He has to be presentable by then.”

His father grumbled an annoyed ‘Oh, that’s right’ and Remus sagged in relief, his breath leaving him in a rush.

“Oh, don’t get comfortable,” King Augusto turned his attention back to him, and Remus froze. “I suppose this just means the usual punishment for you.”

Remus’ throat squeezed itself shut, fear churning in his stomach as he desperately shook his head. “Please no- I’m sorry, I’ll try harder, I’ll do everything, please don’t-!” His father started dragging him along. “NO PLEASE PLEASE I’M SORRY I WON’T DO IT AGAIN I’M SORRY PLEASE!!”

Remus’ smile died away. No... No, this was a bad idea. Years of bad grades and annoyed tutors started ringing in his head, in an atrocious symphony of all his mistakes. What made him think that this would go any differently? Deceit would try to teach him and soon realize that he was as dumb as a rock. Just imagining that lovely voice sighing in irritated disappointment made him wince. He couldn’t handle that.

“You…” Remus wrung his hands and shook his head dismally. “You don’t want to teach me.”

Deceit frowned at the sudden shift in mood. “Why not?”

“I told you, I’m…” A moron. “Not good with learning. Never been a good student, me!” Understatement of the year, don’t you think? “Seriously, you’re doing yourself a favour by not teaching me! Loads of people have tried and failed!” Remus perked up a bit and smiled eagerly up at the other man. “But I’m more than ready to bust some skulls for you!”

Deceit didn’t look thrilled as Remus was with the promise of skull breaking. He only narrowed his eyes with that analysing expression again. “I’m afraid I don’t quite understand,” He said. “Are you saying you doubt my abilities?”

“Wh- NO!” Remus quickly said. “No, not at all!”

“So you don’t think I lack the skills to be a good tutor?”

“Never!” Remus shook his head vehemently. “I wouldn’t even dream of it!”

“Well in that case, do not ever presume again that you can tell me what I do or don’t want to do.” Deceit finished in a cold tone.

“But I’m not joking!” Remus protested. “I’m not a good student-!”

“I’ll be the judge of that, thank you very much,” Deceit tilted his head. “That is of course when I actually get an answer from you. Do you want to learn magic?”

“No, really, you don’t want to-!”

“That is not what I asked,” Deceit interrupted. “I asked about what you want. What I want is irrelevant to the question. So I ask you one last time…” The warlock leaned forward, his two-toned eyes intent. “Do you want to learn magic?”

“I…” What he wanted? Since when did that matter? Remus swallowed the protest that lay on his tongue when the warlock raised an impatient eyebrow. “…Yes.” He admitted quietly. “Yes, more than anything...”

Deceit smiled. “Then I’ll be your teacher.” He said satisfied as he leant back. Remus gaped at him, opening and closing his mouth like a fish on dry land.

“But I really can’t learn-!” He weakly tried one more time.

“Nonsense,” Deceit dismissed with a wave of his hand. “Anyone can learn. Everyone just has a different way of how they learn. And if I have to dig a little deeper to find yours, well,” He flashed Remus a short smile. “So be it.”

Beneath the table, Remus stabbed the fork he was still holding into his own leg before he could blurt out that the warlock was welcome to dig deep into him anytime he wanted. “Neat!” He squeaked instead.

The warlock took no notice of his distress. His eyes had taken a distant look.

“Let’s see… I will need to prepare your lessons. For that I should…” He trailed of in a mutter, his eyes closing as he thought. Remus focused on the thinking crease that Deceit’s brow made. He wanted to smooth it out with his thumb and a kiss. How disgustingly cutesie of him. Roman would approve, so he counted it as a win for him.

“Right!” Deceit’s eyes snapped open and he got up from his chair. “Your lessons will start tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow??” Remus sputtered.

“I expect you here in the morning at eight,” Deceit continued, undisturbed, as he made his way to the doors. “Make sure you’re on time.”

A thousand questions rushed through Remus’ head, so many that he had no idea where to start. What would he learn? How was the warlock so confident in him? What would happen? Why him? What did any of this had to do with taking over the kingdom? Why him? Why. Him??

No, Remus blurrily thought through all the screaming of his head. That was not the right question. The right question was…

“Wait!” He blurted, jumping up from his seat and reaching out to grab the warlock’s sleeve. He immediately withdrew his hand as Eris’ jaws snapped at his fingers.

“Eris! I said be nice!” Deceit turned to him as Eris wound herself back around his shoulders, a snarl showing off her fangs. “Even if he is a little rude.”

“Sorry,” Remus muttered. “But… I need to ask.”

“Yes?”

“…Why do you want to do this? What’s in it for you?”

Eris made an offended little hiss, like she was appalled that Remus dared to question her human. The warlock however seemed to have expected the question. “It is quite simple,” He said. “I will teach, help and otherwise guide you through your learning process and whatever you wish to do with afterwards. And in return… You will do something for me. A favour, if you will.”

Well that wasn’t ominous at all. “…What’s the favour?” Remus squinted.

Deceit smiled, a secretive small thing. “All in due time, little prince. All in due time.”

That answered exactly nothing, but Remus didn’t get the chance to ask more as Deceit turned away from him once more.

“Take the day to explore the castle, and get acquainted where everything is,” Deceit said as he walked to the door. “But don’t bother looking for an exit. You won’t find one.”

Remus stared after him. “…So I am to be your prisoner?” He asked. The warlock stopped in his tracks and turned to him with a smile.

“Oh, ‘prisoner’ is such a strong word,” He drawled. “I prefer to call it… My honoured guest.”

And with that, and one last threatening glare from Eris, the warlock left the room. Leaving Remus to wonder just what exactly he had gotten himself into.

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Deceit walked through the halls he had walked a million times without truly seeing them, his feet automatically taking the turns needed. His plan would be set in motion sooner than he thought, so he sifted through the mental list of what he needed to prepare for tomorrow. He would have to dust off some books, see if he had enough potion ingredients-

“this again.”

Interrupted from his contemplations Deceit looked at Eris. Her green eyes had lost their ire for now. Concern was the only thing left.

“I have to try it,” Deceit said softly. “Surely you understand that I must?”

Eris tilted her head, her tongue flicking out.

“i don’t trust him.”

“We don’t have to trust him. We only have to make sure he trusts us. So try not to antagonize him too much?”

Eris thought this over for a minute before she nodded. She rubbed her head against his cheek, scales against scales. Deceit relaxed at the familiar sensation as he cupped her head against him with his hand. He smiled at the soft, almost purr-like sound that filled his mind when he scratched her under her chin.

“will it work?”

“It will,” Deceit said confidently. “It has to. If not for me…” He sighed. “Then for her.”

The monster wondered if maybe he was dreaming. Maybe he was still at his home, held down and unconscious because of the pain, instead of out here in the forest. There was no way he escaped, much less that a witch would save him! But for a dream the fat arms that securely held him felt alarmingly real, as did the pain still burning up his back. The woman carried him away from the open spot, deeper and deeper into the forest. All the while she kept murmuring reassurances into his hair. He was too frightened to protest. The woman was obviously very strong, so trying to struggle out her grip would do nothing.

He didn’t know long they walked when the witch finally came to a stop. The monster peeked up to see why, but he saw nothing. Just more trees.

“Hold on tight, little one.” The witch said. The monster frowned. Hold on tight? For what?

The witch muttered something incomprehensible, a white glow lighting up the veins in her hands. The monster heard a loud snap, as if something spread open after being folded close for too long. The witch leaped up. The monster’s stomach lurched as the ground fell away beneath him. Up and up they went, further than any person could jump. Strong flapping sounds reached his ears as they got higher and higher. Did the witch have wings?!

After a few dizzying seconds the witch landed on a deck of wooden planks. “We’re here!” She cheerily said. A wave of her hand, and a door in front of them opened. A door?? Up in the trees?? A snap of the witch’s fingers and warm light suddenly illuminated the dark night, streaming out from the door and making the monster blink rapidly, blinking away spots in his vision until his eyes got used to the light.

The home they just entered was so… Cosy. The monster found that he had no better word for it. Everything, from the walls to the ceiling and the furniture was made of wood. A ladder led up to a loft with a messily made bed. Wooden cabinets with glass stained windows took up most of the walls, and a comfortable looking couch with a mountain of colourful pillows stood before a woodstove where a fire burned heartily, quickly warming the cabin up.

The door closed behind them. The witch gently sat him down in that nest of pillows. As she released him the monster’s heart hammered in his throat. She got him to her home… What would she do to him now? As if she sensed his fear, the woman softly shushed him as she walked behind him.

“I’m going to need to take your shirt off,” The woman said gently. “Okay?”

No! No not okay! They had tried to take his shirt off too, before they grew impatient and just held it over his head while a knife started slicing under his skin. He shook his head, muttering ‘no no no no no!!’ while he desperately tried to pull away. The witch however held his shoulders firmly.

“It’s alright! I won’t hurt you!” The woman said. “I just want to heal you! You won’t feel any pain, I promise!”

He didn’t believe her. All adults ever did was hurt him, why would she be any different? He kept shaking his head, tears filling his eyes again.  

A light weight landed in his lap. The monster blurrily squinted down to see the small form of the white dragon looking up at him with a tilted head. The scaled snout snuffled at his face, before they nuzzled their head under the monster’s chin. The motion tickled a little bit, and the monster couldn’t stop the soft giggle that escaped him. Next the dragon nudged at his hand, and the monster hesitantly started to stroke the smooth scaled body. The little dragon radiated heat, warming the monster’s cold skin.

“I think Rosie likes you.” The woman said warmly.

“R… Rosie…?” The monster asked softly.

“That’s her name,” She laughed as the little dragon yawned. “You know, there’s a spot behind her wings where she loves to get scritches. Why don’t you try it?”

Not wanting to disobey her, the monster carefully scratched the scales just behind the wings, cautious of his sharp claws. Rosie however didn’t seem bothered by his talons, her red eyes shuttering close. The pleased gurgle that left the dragon sparked another giggle out of the monster.

Distracted by the little dragon the monster didn’t notice that the witch carefully peeled up his shirt until the fabric dragged on the wounds on his back. Rosie was startled off his lap as he screamed at the sudden flash of sharp pain.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” The witch said as she pulled off the shirt quickly, exposing his ruined back to the cold air. The monster sobbed, hiding his face into his knees. “It’s okay, it’s okay… I got you.”

He didn’t hear the singing at first, his own sobs overpowering the lilting voice that started of as quiet as a spring breeze. Hands hovered over his back, and he braced himself, preparing for more pain. None came. Instead it almost felt like… Like…

…Like the pain was disappearing.

His sobs quieted, as he finally heard the singing that steadily grew in volume. A strange tingling sensation ran down his back. As if a comforting fog made from a thousand small, cool hands soothingly caressed the pain away. A new melody started, and now it felt like refreshing water travelled down in streams, moulding broken skin back together and easing his fevered skin. With every note the witch sang another agony was lulled to nothingness, another ache rippling away like a puff of smoke. When finally the song ended the monster’s back felt like the knife never went near his scales. The witch murmured something he didn’t understand, snapped her fingers, and now even the sticky feeling of dried up blood disappeared.

“There you go…” Fingertips gently dragged down his back in a feather light touch. “All better. Now you only need…”

The light touch disappeared. The monster was distantly aware that she searched for something, but as he gingerly sat up he could only dizzily focus on how the pain, his everlasting companion, had vanished. Even the bruises where they had gripped his arms too tightly to force him down had disappeared.

“Where did I put it...?” The woman muttered behind him. “Aha!” The witch walked back to him. “This may be a bit big on you, but it’s better than nothing!”

Something fuzzy was pulled over his head, and the monster only briefly panicked before he realized it was soft and warm, and enveloped him like a hug. A little dazed the monster allowed his arms to be guided into the far too big sleeves of what turned out to be a brightly yellow woollen sweater. He bunched the sleeves up in his hands, smiling lightly at the sweater paws he created. The fabric was so soft!

“That feels better, doesn’t it?” The woman chuckled, patting his head gently. The monster stiffened at the touch and the hand pulled back quickly. The monster swallowed. He mustered up all his courage, before he carefully, oh so carefully, glanced up through his unruly curls.

The woman in front of him was tall, taller than any adult he had ever seen. She had no wings, as far as he could tell. Her thick dark hair was braided, hints of grey hairs starting at her temples and lacing through the braid like rivers of pure silver. Her eyes stood out like stars amongst the sky. They were a pale grey, so light that they were almost transparent. The intensity of her gaze however was significantly softened by her kind smile, which made the soft wrinkles at the corners of her eyes and laugh lines around her mouth deepen.

Everything about this woman was big and beautiful, making him feel even scrawnier and uglier in comparison. Realizing he had been staring, the monster quickly looked back down.

“No need to be shy,” The witch said gently. “My name is Lysandra. What’s yours?”

The monster wrung his hands. He shrugged.

“…You don’t want to tell me just yet? That’s okay. Maybe… Maybe you should drink something first! You’re probably thirsty, huh?” Lysandra disappeared from his line of vision, and the monster heard her rummage through a cabinet. He eyed the door. Should he try to run? But the house was so far above ground…

“Found it!” The witch walked back to him, a goblet in one hand and a water pouch in the other, which she used to fill the cup up. “Here you go.” She held the drink out for him with a smile. The monster said nothing. Despite his parched throat he leaned away slightly, fearfully staring at the offered drink.

“…What’s wrong?” Lysandra asked, frowning slightly.

The monster fidgeted with the soft fabric of his new sweater. “Is… Is it poisoned…?” He asked quietly.

The woman’s eyes widened. “What- Poison-? No! No, of course not!” She quickly reassured. “Why would you think it’s poisoned?”

The monster looked at his lap, nervously picking at the yellow fabric of his sleeves. “That’s… That’s what t-they always said…” He stammered. “T-That they should p-poison me for poisoning their lives…”

“No! They said that-?? Those-!” The witch gasped in horrified affront. “Those… They actually-!” Lysandra closed her eyes for a second and took a deep, deep breath through her nose. When she opened eyes she gave him a reassuring smile. “It’s not poison. Here, let me proof it you!” She took a big swig from the goblet before holding it out to him again. “There, you see? No poison. Promise!”

The monster looked between her and the drink for a few seconds, before finally slowly reaching out and grasping the goblet with both hands. The second the water touched his tongue the monster gulped it down greedily. He hadn’t quite realized just how thirsty he had been.

“Not so fast, you might get a stomach ache!” Lysandra laughed. The monster however refused to slow down. Who knew when he would get water again? The goblet was empty within a minute, and he wasted no time licking the last few precious drops from the cup. He lowered the cup and stared forlornly down at it. Maybe he should have been more careful with it…

“Would you like some more?”

The monster looked up, gaping in shock at the witch.

“R-Really? I can have more?” Lysandra’s made a little noise in the back of her throat, her pale eyes softening with an unreadable kind of sadness. “Yes. Yes, of course you can.” She said softly, and poured the cup full to the brim. The monster wasted no time either with this portion either, and thought that he would faint when the witch filled his cup again! He couldn’t quite believe his luck!

“I wasn’t kidding about the stomach ache, you know.” The witch teased, but she made no move to stop him. He was halfway through his third cup when the monster finally lowered the cup. For a brief second he felt so content.

“Now will you tell me your name?”

The feeling fled. He bit his lip and once more only shrugged.

“It’s alright, you can tell me!” Lysandra said kindly.

The monster squirmed in his place anxiously. What was he to say? He shrugged again. The witch frowned.

“…Wait,” She said in gradual understanding. “You… don’t know?”

The monster shook his head minutely. “They… They never told me…” He said softly. Or rather, he had figured out at one point that ‘freak’ wasn’t an actual name.

For a while nothing was heard but the soft crackle of the fire and the wind outside. The monster tightened his grip on the goblet. When the silence kept stretching on, he dared to glance upwards. He immediately regretted it when he saw the witch’s balled fists and the dark fury on her face.

“I’m sorry!!” He shrunk back into the cushions, dropping the goblet to throw his arms over his head, spilling the water over the floor.

“What? No! No, no!” Lysandra anger immediately disappeared as she quickly knelt before him, ignoring the water that now soaked into her pants. “I’m not mad at you! Never at you! I’m mad because-” The woman shook her head. “Because those people-! Not even the common decency to give you something as simple, yet utterly important as a name-!”

The monster glimpsed up at her, lowering his arms a smidge. Catching the terror in his eyes the witch sighed deeply and rubbed her temples with her middle and index fingers. When her hands lowered her soft smile had returned.

“You know,” She said gently. “Sometimes parents are not really parents. Sometimes people are… Unworthy of the children they were given. When that occurs, a child can start a life away from them! Choose their own destiny. And…” She gently caressed his scaled cheek with her thumb. “Choose their own name.”

The monster’s mouth fell open. “Y-You can do that??” He asked bewilderedly.

“Of course you can!” The witch laughed. “Why? Do you have one in mind?”

As a matter of fact, he did. He had overheard one when he had secretly listened in on a reading of a poem, years ago. He remembered pressing his ear to the floorboards, soaking in the words like a sponge. He remembered gasping loudly when he heard the name for the first time.

For years he had hidden the name, like someone else might hide a treasured trinket in a box. It had been his, and his alone. He hesitated. To suddenly say it out loud…

The witch noticed his reluctance. “It’s alright,” She assured. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.”

“…I don’t?”

“You don’t. In fact…” She gently grasped his hands. “Keep your name safe and secret inside your heart,” She said as she placed his palms over his chest, where his heartbeat fluttered like the nervous wings of a butterfly. “And once you feel like you can trust me with both, then, and only then… You can tell me. Okay?”

The monster glanced dubiously between the witch and his hands. He didn’t understand any of this. But he nodded. Lysandra smiled.

“Are you hungry?” She asked sweetly. The monster hesitated for a second, before he nodded again.

“I’ll make you something! Probably something light… Soup maybe?” The witch got up and walked towards a cabinet. “I should add some strengthening potions to it… To help you heal better!” She pulled several vials from the cabinet, mumbling to herself about the different properties of each potion. Meanwhile Rosie the dragon nudged at the monster’s hands again. Carefully he caressed and scratched the white scales. With a happy thrilling sound Rosie contently curled up on his lap, her wings stretched out to give him access to the best scratching place.

The monster once more wondered if he was dreaming. He had a dragon purring on his lap, not a hint of pain in his body and a kind witch wanted to make him soup. Even if it all turned out to be a dream, he would cherish this moment forever.

His petting faltered as flickering candlelight reflected on the scales of his hands. No… No, if this were a dream those things would be gone.

“Dragon’s breath…? No, no… Too potent for now…” The witch muttered before putting a vial back. A thought struck the monster suddenly. He wondered…

“Y-You’re a witch…” He said before his courage left him. He shifted nervously when Lysandra looked back at him, but she only smiled.

“Indeed I am!” She laughed. “But you don’t have anything to fear from me. Like I said, I won’t hurt yo-”

“Can you take them away?”

The vials slipped from the witch’s hands. The monster winced at the harsh shatter of glass against the wooden floor. The deafening silence that fell sent an uncomfortable shiver down his spine. A sudden found boldness however made him press on.

“I mean… If you can do magic… Maybe you could-!” He could hardly finish the sentence, hopeful excitement coming alive in his heart. He could see it now... him, proudly returning with smooth skin on both sides of his face, without claws or fangs, no extra arms appearing out of nowhere. Everyone cheering and welcoming him back home. The image made him smile.

“…I can’t.” The witch said quietly. His smile fell.

“But… You can do magic!” He protested. “Can’t you-?”

“There are some things…” Lysandra’s voice wavered. “That not even my magic can undo, little one,” She shook her head. “I’m sorry…”

His hopeful fantasy crumbled to ash. It was too much. Thick tears started rolling down his cheeks again. Funny. He thought he would have ran out of tears by now.

“No! No, little one!” The witch abandoned her vials to kneel again in front of him, gently brushing his tears away with her thumbs. But not even the little dragon’s soft nuzzling against his chin could comfort him now.

“Please, little one,” Lysandra pleaded. “Please don’t cry! It will be okay!”

“B-But I-I-I’m a- a monster-!”

“You are not a monster!” Lysandra said fiercely, cupping his cheeks to make him look at her. “You are just a boy! A boy who suffered because of-!” The witch stopped. She closed her eyes, and let out a shuddery breath. “…Because of other people’s ignorance.” She finished quietly.

He sniffled, staring at the witch with blurry eyes. “I don’t w-wanna to go b-back like this-!” The monster- No, the boy- hiccupped.

“You’re not going back!” The witch’s eyes snapped open, fire filling her pale gaze. “You’re never, ever, going back to that place again!”

The boy startled. “B-But where…?” Where would he go? Would he live in these woods forever, survive on insects and berries his whole life? Lysandra looked torn for a second, before her eyes filled with determination.

“You are not going back there,” She repeated resolutely. “Not if I can help it. Buckle up, kid! I’m your mom now!”

With that she pulled him into a hug. He allowed it, too stunned to object. The witch caressed his hair and hummed a soothing little tune, a melody he vaguely recognized.

(Remus and Eris at each other:

[inumakkis]

Chapter one ; lost and found

warnings ; light angst ( okay maybe a substantial amount )

It's gonna be posted to be my ao3 when I actually edit it more because we know ao3 is superior . ( .lichtenberg is my username ! ) Stay safe guys ! I haven't properly proof read it because I'm tired but I'll probably see a mistake in a week and then fix it then after panicking .

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Things were always tough for Hitoshi Shinsou. That's how life was for him , he'd wake up and go to school only to be faced with the relentless bullying from his peers which his teachers dismissed. In a world full of quirks, he would much rather be quirkless.

Everyday felt like a battlefield , trudging through the trenches , avoiding any hits from the enemy and soon enough, he was at the front line. His guard was up and yet everyone saw the little cracks on how to get him down.

It wasn't so bad at first , the occasional taunt , nothing that he couldn't manage . though when he got to middle school, things got worse, kids got meaner. Well, so did he . A strong hatred grew towards the world from his bones that supported his figure.

Yet , the blond boy in class 1a would disagree . He never thought that Hitoshi was mean . No , he found his reserved and quiet . He enjoyed it . He enjoyed how he would follow Shinsou around like a lost puppy ( though Hitoshi would change that to a cat ) and the purple haired teen wouldn't spare him a glance.

Yeah , in Denki's mind ? Things were great .

23rd of June

Denki asked Hitoshi out after sitting besides him at lunch for over a month now . He turned him down.

27th of June

Shinsou had a bunch of lavender dropped at his doorstep , all plucked from the ground . He didn't even need to read the note to see who they were from . He simply tossed them on top of his desk before going back to reading.

29th of June

It was Kaminari's birthday and much to his distaste , there was no happy birthday from the boy he wanted to hear it from the most .

Shinsou knew the date , how could he not? When it was all the blond talked about within the recent week, eyes bubbling with happiness, only getting a glance from Hitoshi and maybe a nod of the head.

He would rather people think that he doesn't care then face the pain that comes with having a friend.

30th of June

Denki still hung around him , acted as if he didn't ignore the day he was most excited for out of the entire year . Shinsou didn't say a word.

1st of July

When hitoshi woke up , he had a gift at the foot of his bed and he wondered how Denki managed to break in to the dorms to drop it off. With tired eyes, he grabbed the note taped to the package .

— to toshi shinsou

“ I understand that you may not like me but I like you dude ! You think you're so tough but you're totally not . I hear boys like handwritten notes and I should know that since I am one but I have yet to receive one so it's a new experience for me too !!!!! Hppay happy birthday , I'm not mad at you . I know you don't want to be my friend and that's a-okay ! Just please let me down slowly ? I won't hang around with you anymore if that's what you want . I mean, you probably didn't like me in the first place and you wouldn't be the first so don't worry ! Pikaboy is fine with it ! Happy birthday .

Ps . A thank you would be greatly appreciated.

Pss . Also come on a date with me this Tuesday? I'll be at the restaurant down the road at 7pm . ”

Sincerly sincerely , Kaminari. :)

Shinsou paused . They were back to a last name basis now, Denki had officially removed his nickname from his vocabulary.

He pondered on why Kaminari would constantly go through trouble to make him happy and yet didn't even get a smile in return. Heck, by the last sentence , Denki seemed happy enough to be stood up publicly. Could he really do that to him though? Judging by the ink smudges on the paper , he couldn't . Sunshine boy had either spilt water very precisely or cried while writing it . He hoped it wasn't the latter. It made his chest ache and twist as he reread it four times . He noticed the spelling mistakes and how there would be another teardrop straight after as if he hated himself more for ruining the letter .

Hitoshi eventually tore his tired eyes away from the paper and opened the box which was at the bottom of his bed. He couldn't help the sweet laugh that escaped him. There would be no point hiding it now , after all no one was here to judge him or swear they say him show more than a stoic look.

It was a hoodie , purple and a few shades darker than his hair with the word ' mind fuck ' written across each sleeve while the front was decorated by cats .

Custom made , suddenly a tear dropped and Shinsou stared at it as if it had personally insulted him. He watched as the hoodie took it in , leaving the wet mark for show.

He would turn up to that date . He refused to wear anything fancy but he couldn't let Kaminari know .

5th of July

" dunce face , he isn't going to come ! He hates you ." Bakugou exclaimed as he watched Denki apply his eyeliner for the fifth time. Each time he applied it, he would cry it off .

" you think I don't know that ? I have to try though ! We're meant to help people and if my purpose is just getting myself involved in things that he doesn't like just to show that I care then I can proudly class myself as a hero !"

Mina rested a pink hand on his shoulder , wiping his eyes once more. " Come on, Danks ! He's gonna come , Bakubabe is just jealous because he can't get a date with Kiri ."

" WHAT THE FUCK DID I TELL YOU ABOUT CALLING ME THAT, RACCOON EYES— "

Hanta laughed from the background , playing some weird game on his phone . " Bakugou and Kiri sitting in a tree , K-I-S-S-I-N- OH MY GOD." The boy exclaimed as he ducked from an explosion that was sent his way .

Denki only laughed as Mina tilted his head back to stop the tears and began giving him some sharp winged liner . " Right , you look hot now go get that outfit on and get your sweet ass back here so i can do your hair."

" but I already did my ha-"

Mina out a finger to his lips. " Ah— Mama Mina knows best now hurry up . "

It turns out that Mama Mina did know best because low and behold, Shinsou was waiting right at the restaurant , 7:01 sharp. Hitoshi was far from a people pleaser , perhaps the opposite to Denki. He could give less of shit about what everyone else wanted but when someone had shown him unconditional care ? He knew he had to do something because what kind of hero would he be if he let them suffer due to his ignorance ?

" Let's make this quick." He commented , eyes sharp as he looked to the bubbly boy who had just turned up. It was clear that he wasn't expecting the other man there. His face lit up.

" O-oh yeah ! Sure dude !" Denki managed to get out as he walked inside the restaurant. It was far from fancy, that was clear . " Hey hun !" A woman gave a wide smile to Denki who wrapped his arms around her.

Hitoshi's mind wandered . Was this some kind of joke ? Why was he hugging a girl on a date with him ? Did he say date ? No he meant an outing because he felt sorry for him. That's it . Yeah -

" and you must be the boy that Denki has told me so much about - "

" AOI !" Denki's face flushed scarlet .

" sup, I'm his sister . "

Oh. . .

Oh .

That makes sense.

He looked between the two of them , why didn't he see it before ? The golden yellow hair , sitting in spikes across their heads , though hers was much shorter. They had the same smile and same eyes , the only difference was that her hair had a sideshave with the lightning bolt there.

Needless to say, Hitoshi felt dumb which wasn't meant to happen.

" that's very nice , I guess ?" It came out as a question , he had no idea on how to interact with people. That kind of went with his whole " no friends " thing .

" yeah , so get us a table , pronto !" Denki exclaimed and shoved Aoi along . " I'm going ! I'm going! There's a table over there , it ain't nothing fancy but you'll live. Your date " she wiggled her eyebrows at Denki who groaned. " doesn't seem like a people person , who knows why he's hanging with you - wait , sorry! I've been calling you a he ! You are okay with that , aren't you ?" Her attention turned to Shinsou who only managed to get out a little nod.

She let out a sigh of relief as she handed them both the menu's as they sat down. It wasn't long until she was off to go flirt with someone. Classic Kaminari's.

" She works at an lgbtq+ shelter for teenagers so she's really hyper aware of everyone's sexuality and stuff. " Denki commented , tapping his fingers on the table .

" that's good, I guess ? " Shinsou pondered their background for a moment before the blond boy pulled him from his thoughts.

" hey , my back hurts -"

" what? Why ? "

" from carrying this entire conversation." Kaminari let out a laugh and Hitoshi gave a fond roll of his eyes in return along with a chuckle.

He didn't realise his mistake until it was too late .

" you laughed at my joke ! You laughed ! Fuck yeah ! "

" wait no I didn't !"

And so came joke galore from Denki for the rest of their date . Kaminari wasn't funny , but the way he delivered each joke made Hitoshi's chest pound more and more.

He had been ignoring this .

As they walked out after a very full stomach and a very large discount, he tried to ignore the guilt eating up at him.

Denki had cried because of him, he had cried because he was ignored and he was now acting like Shinsou hadn't done anything to offend him ? What had this kid gone through ?

" so I said - hey are you listening ?" Denki pulled away from his ramble that he was on about Sero and Mina.

" uh yeah , Sero accidentally kicked Ashido in the face and she fought him."

Denki's face lit up and he continued to talk. He tried his best not to zone out this time .

Yeah , things weren't perfect but he could make an effort . Right ?

[justhereforseverus]

A rose by any other name would smell as sweet

Chapter 6: There is flattery in friendship

Summary:

After a heavy and choatic sleep, you'll awake restless in the middle of the night. You decide to talk a walk to your usual bench and form a pact that might just change the future..

Notes:

Hey folks. Thank you so much for your kind comments, kudos and hits in general! They really make my day!!! It’s the first thing I’ve written for many years. I used to be a very active poet and writer but lost my connection with it due to some life events. Slowly, I’m trying to get back to it again and alone the fact that people read and enjoy something I’m putting out there is amazing! Thank you! I'm trying to get the next chapters up in a weekly schedule but whenever I have more time to write and finish a chapter, it'll go up.

I’m not sure how to proceed with the timeline/canon/not canon kind of thing. However, I see that in my story Lily and Severus had a fight involving the m-word and then she and others turned their back on him. He thought about joining dark forces and did some stuff but there was no war, Voldemort didn’t succeed and everyone went on with their lives. However, James and Lily Potter live in another country thus Remus and Sirius have more contact with each other than with them. I hope it makes sense somehow. It will be more of a topic later focusing more on Severus perspective and choices.

Chapter Text

I returned to my room sometime later and went straight to bed. I didn’t even bother taking off my clothes. Unlike me, I fell asleep immediately and dreamed of potions spilling on an enormous piano. I awoke around midnight knowing only too well I won’t be able to sleep anymore for tonight. I sighed, there go my attempts at a normal sleeping schedule. I decided to take a walk because I was desperate to escape my thoughts dealing with whatever happened today.

The night breeze soothed my spirits and I watched a black and white cat making her way through a flower bed. I sat on my usual bench and looked up. It was a bit cloudy tonight, so I couldn’t see much of the constellations but here and there some stars glistened their way through. I tried to control my breathing to calm down and focus on the here and now – in and out – in and out- in and out. It’s ok. Everything is fine. We can deal with this. Yet, my mind managed to wander back again and again to my anxiety, my pain, my tears and the memories I pushed away for so long. This was not the only thing I felt though. Between all these dark clouds was a warm light. Something I had longed for back then. Something that could have saved me. I closed my eyes to focus on this positive feeling. To push everything else away. Let this light surround and heal me. Everything is going to be ok.

Suddenly, I heard footsteps near me. I opened my eyes and saw Severus standing under the lamppost next to the bench. The soft, warm light fell on his long black hair and I saw that he didn’t have his cloak on, just his buttoned jacket. He held a book in his left hand and his wand in the other still lightened up by the Lumos spell. He looked so elegant and mesmerising in the dim light. He greeted me by saying with a slight sarcastic undertone: “Either my sleeping potion was ineffective or you have slept too much already.”

“The latter. That’s the problem with going to sleep in the afternoon – you’re awake for the rest of the night. Or it’s just me and my body.”

He sat next to me, turned off the light on his wand and looked at the cloudy sky. Neither of us said anything for a while. We just watched the sky and somehow it didn’t feel awkward at all. However, after a while I asked: “What about you? Why are you sitting with a sleepless arts teacher on a bench at 2am on a Saturday night?”

He replied: “I’ve worked until now and needed a bit of fresh air before I go to rest.”

“What did you have to do? Grading essays again?”

“No, not this time. I brew potions for someone who found herself unable to produce them herself.”

“Wait….do you mean me?”

“Obviously.”

“Which potions did you do?”

“All of them actually. They have been put in my personal storage. You can have them whenever you need.”

I was flabbergasted. Shocked. Flattered. Anxious. Basically, all the emotions at once. Classic.

“You didn’t have to do that! Why are you doing me so many favours? We’ve barely known each other. Is this.. a joke? Do you want something in return? I…”

“No, I don’t. Don’t think I’m doing this because of any ulterior motive. I’m not that kind of man independent of what is said behind my back. I simply thought it could help you and make you feel better after today.”

“That’s… sweet. Thank you. But why bother bothering? I’m not saying I don’t appreciate it but I still don’t understand why?”

He sighed and said after a while: “I’m rather attached to muggle fiction. Especially, Shakespeare. I started with one old and rather battered collection of my mum when I was a kid and reread and studied it for years after. Yet, I never saw a play on stage. I turned my back on all things related to muggles when… certain events happened and then I was busy with my profession here. Frankly, I’m also not a person who longs to travel a lot, so it never occurred to me to actively visit a theatre and put myself in a crowd of people. As I’ve mentioned before, I found myself rather satisifed, for once, with Dumbledore’s staff decisions when I heard he had invited you here despite the controversial treatment of theatre in the wizard world. He always tries to support subjects and people, who he deems to be capable of bringing change into this old conservative world. He also gives people a chance whose fate might seem hopeless and one could argue this includes my appointment, too. Recently, I’ve came to the conclusion that if I want change and growth in me or others, I need to actively support what I think is worth it and take an open stand. Therefore, I want to support you. I want you to have everything you need to change their minds and I assure you, I don’t need or want anything in return for my own benefit. You don’t need to defend or stand up for me in any way. You don’t have to mention my name. You don’t need to be sympathetic to me. All of this is of no relevance to me. It’s the cause I want to support… and you.”

I was speechless. That was so sweet and kind. He trusted me with this information and opened up despite everything I’ve heard from others. “He won’t talk with you much. He hates everyone here. Better to leave him alone. He only listens to Dumbledore. He is still mad that he didn’t get the DADA position. He is the Slytherin headteacher so he’ll dislike you as his house is firmly against half-born and anything muggle. It’s just how it is.” He is a respected teacher and potion master but apart from that he is feared and despised. He lives rather isolated from the rest of the staff. That was what everyone apart from Dumbledore told me so I thought I won’t bother. But he is so different to me. And we’ve barely known each other but I feel somehow safe with him. Like he speaks the truth and I can trust him. This could be a mistake but then I decided this was worh the risk. Suddenly, I had an idea.

“Then let’s make it official. You and I will run the drama group. I take care of the performance and the students. You are responsible for the magical effect potions and will teach the students how to brew and handle them, too. For your time and effort, you’ll receive some perks in return.” – he sighed and opened his mouth but before he could interject, I continued – “I insist upon it. You’re welcome at every rehearsal; you’ll have an official title that will be communicated to others and you’ll be a permanent member of my team. Of course, taking into account that we actually survive for more than one year. What do you say?”

He looked at his hands for some moments in deep thought, ever so slightly clutching the book on his lap. He then replied:

“What an unusual offer. I won’t argue with a lady about her requests. However, are you sure that my name won’t cause any distractions and keep other people away?”

“Oh no. Probably the opposite. They’ll be curious to know what made you do it and will flock to us even more.”

He chuckled: “Then let’s make up the most fantastic story and draw them in.”

“Agreed.” – and we both shook hands. His hand was warm and his skin softer than I expected. When our fingers touched my heart skipped a beat. Our eyes met doing so and I swear I could see some joy concealed behind his usual monotone mask. I felt like this was the beginning of something important and certainly something very good.

“YOU DID WHAT?!” – Remus almost choked on his toast on Monday morning and the entire hall looked at us suspiciously. “Calm down Remus, I don’t want the entire school to think I’ve just murdered someone.” I quickly said, doing a quick motion with my wand to refill his glass with orange juice. When he could talk again Remus apologised and continued:

“Oh, I gotta send an owl to Sirius this is hilarious.” I send him an evil look and then he said:

“Seriously though. Severus Snape as part of an extracurricular activity, voluntarily and outside of his office hours is… What did you do to him? Have you managed to put a spell on the untouchable chemistry master?!”

“Come down! No, I don’t think that would’ve worked and is probably very illegal.”

“I swear, I won’t report you to the ministry of magic if you tell me.” – he laughed – “No, but for real. This is very unlike him. However, I do remember Lily telling me once that he used to read a lot of muggle books in his childhood. I wasn’t sure if that continued into his later life as she cut contact with him after the fight. Actually, we all did this in one way or the other. The first time I saw him again was after I started working here. He mentioned that it was a recent decision. I wonder what caused him to do this…”

“Maybe it wasn’t a particular event. I mean people grow old. They realise what they did was wrong and want to change. I sure regret many things I did. I have the feeling I improved much over the years but I'm still working on becoming a better person."

“Yes, we all do that hopefully. Including me. I regret many things I did as a teenager…. or last year for that matter. Yet, he has been so isolated and stuck in the same old grudges, I never thought he’d do something else. I’m flabbergasted really. Maybe you are just the person he needed.”

I looked at the empty chair reserved for Severus in the great hall. He never joined dinners unless they are connected to a big event. I wonder…

[fuckyeah-bevywise]

hey i think that yo misspelled a word when yo defending the ship bevwise you loo at children and think any apporites thoughts at all

I’m going to rise from the dead to answer this ask because honestly I can’t tell if this is supposed to be a legit criticism of spelling or a pitiful attempt at anon hate. Either way, I’m getting a laugh out of the fact that you were so bothered that you had to send an ask to a blog that’s been inactive for months, only for that ask that’s riddled with spelling errors itself.

If a spelling mistake was a serious concern of yours, I will only say that I have reread my response to the asks in question and I don’t see a spelling error? I am not responsible for what people send me, nor is it my job to fix their spelling. I also am in no way accountable for what their thoughts on the subject are, and it’s not my place to dictate how they enjoy the ship. 

If this was an attempt to send me anon hate, this is the only one I will answer, because again, this has such poor spelling itself that I can’t tell if it is or not.

But because I’m bored I’ll add this; to repeat, I am not responsible for what other people send me and it’s not my job to dictate how they enjoy the ship. I can only control the content I produce, and my blog celebrates their dynamic in varying forms. The term ‘ship’ is short for relationship, and a relationship between two or more people can mean many things. It can refer to friendship or  the relationship between enemies who hate each other, too. Not everything is about romance and sex.

tl;dr version: don’t confuse the fictional relationship between an ageless monster and a forty year old woman with pedophilia, a platonic friend/protector as a sexual predator, nor the enjoyment of a showdown between good and evil as something immoral.

In my own works on this blog, Beverly only has a sexual relationship with Pennywise/Bob Gray as adult, barring one brief scene at the beginning of an AU fic where Beverly was also a Deadlight creature and neither could control their instincts, which was interrupted before anything explicit happened, and all actual sexual content, once again, takes place while Beverly is an adult. In fact, that fic never actually has Beverly and Pennywise engage in intercourse with one another in any way but implication, and with Beverly as a fully grown woman when it happens.

All of my work with Beverly as a child is intended to be platonic. 

My reblogs are a little more up in the air, I guess? Most of the fanart I reblogged are of the two of them doing nothing more than hanging out, so I don’t see how that translates to anything but platonic. Going back through my blog, there’s only a few that I see where the situation can be interpreted as sexual, but there’s 3 important things to be aware of:

1) All pics in question can also be interpreted as Pennywise being a creepy villain because It is her enemy, which is also a relationship my blog celebrates, even if my written works tend to focus more on friends (child) or lovers (adult).2. Literally every picture on this blog was made or reblogged before the cast for IT chapter 2 was announced. I was really delighted to find out my dream fancast for adult Bev was going to be official, but no one knew for sure what Bev was going to look like as an adult and some people interpreted her looking similar to how she appeared as a child, so its entirely possible that she is meant to be an adult in the fanart. 3. Keeping with that, any fan works  made or submitted to me with Beverly as a child were also made before casting was announced, which means that any edits and videos with canon material only had her child self available to use, in which case I either view them as platonic or as enemies and there’s nothing wrong with enjoying the dynamic of a villain and a hero(ine) just as it is. 

I can’t say for sure what the artists who’s works I added to this blog had in mind, but I certainly reblogged them with one of these in mind

[lovinitkpop]

Brown Sugar and Honey

This one is about a new girl group at SM. You could say EXO sister group there may be a love line put in it who really knows. I mean I know but then again I might not know. Heads up I’m sorry for any spelling mistakes or grammar mistakes after rereading it over and over I can’t deal with it.

Oh the reason I came up with this title is because the main OC is black and DO KyungSoo looks damn sexy and handsome when his skin is dark and tan and NOT WHITE WASHED!!!!! STOP THE WHITE WASHING!!!!!!!!

If there is a love line then it will be my first Kyungsoo series. Hope you like it but if you don’t guess what I don’t give two shits leave my blog then. Anyways enjoy bye.

Warnings: Fluffy, Angst, Language, Bullying, Stupid, May not make senses, Brain frat, May not have smut, Trigger, Suicide talk, Racism, Blood, etc.

Pairing: OC x DO Kyungsoo

Chapter 40

December 4, 2019

Renesmee walks around the setting smiles. “Rai this perfect thank you so much.” She’s says turning in a circle.

Rai nods handing off some equipment to the staff. “Can you breathe in that outfit?” He asks looking at Renesmee.

“Yeah I’m fine, as long as no one knows it’s me.” Renesmee replies tilting her head pushing her hair back.

“I’m shocked that you can hide your face still.” Rai says as he looks around making sure everything is ready.  “So who did you get for the guy?”

“Déshì said he got his cousin to do it.” Renesmee says pulling off her mask smiling. “Yeah so I’m good plus the staff doesn’t even care nor do they know.”

“Hello Nessie right?”

Renesmee turns around looking up. “Hi you must be Déshì cousin?” She says bowing to him and he bows back.

“Yes and I’ve been informed about everything.” The male says smiling at her. “My name is Lei.”

Rai looks back the staff then Renesmee. “It looks like everything is ready, all windows are blacked out.” He says nodding walking around. “And staff is gone just us.”

He adds as the staff leaves the building. Lei smiles tilting his head. “I think what you’re doing is great.” He says and she nods.

“Thank you.” Renesmee replies. “I should go get changed, Rai will help you.” She speaks before walking off.

Once everything was set they get started filming for the day. “Okay you two let’s get started.” Rai says and they both nod getting ready.

“Music!”

“And action!”

As the day starts Renesmee and Lei spend majority of the morning filming the video. Lei sits there as they take a small break. Renesmee yawns laying on the floor.

“Nice contacts by the way.” Lei says looking over at her. Renesmee rolls over looking at him.

“Thank you.” She says smiling and he tilts his head humming.

“He was right.” Lei says and Renesmee sits up looking at him.

“What?”

Renesmee asks and Lei just smiles shaking his head. “Don’t worry about it just something Déshì told me.” Lei says and she just nods.

“Okay we need to change outfits and contacts.” Rai says walking back over and Renesmee jumps up. “The first four takes were great.”

“That’s good so I can take off the straitjacket?” She asks and Rai nods helping her take off the jacket. “I wonder could I get this is black?”

“I swear you are so weird.” Rai says putting the jacket to the side.

“No I’m the devil.” She replies smiling as she jumps around. “Okay let’s get this day over with.”

“Let’s start from the beginning in this outfit then change again.” Rai says as Renesmee walks back over getting into place. “Lei you can relax for a while before we bring you back in.”

Renesmee sits in the floor on her knees. Rai gets the camera set. He nods getting the music ready. “Okay and action!”

December 10, 2019

Rosalie walks next to Renesmee as they look around. “Friday is the grand opening are you ready?” She asks looking back at her phone.

Renesmee hums as she checks out the café. “Yeah everything looks amazing, I’m so happy they got everything done in time.” She smiles seeing all the little decorations.

“Thank you again for all your help.”

“Anything for my precious little flower.” Rosalie says looking up from her phone. “So let’s go we can go eat now.”

Renesmee nods pulling her hood back up putting her shades on. “I love the cold.” Renesmee says running outside pulling her mask up.

Rosalie shakes her head watching her as she pulls her keys out. She unlocks the car walking over as Renesmee dances around. Renesmee smiles seeing all the snow.

“Get in the car.”

Renesmee giggles running over getting into the car. They head into town looking for something for eat. “What do you want for Christmas?” Renesmee asks pulling out her phone.

“What?”

“What do you want for Christmas I’ll get you anything?” She asks again looking up some clothes.

“You don’t have to get me anything sweetie.” Rosalie says shaking her head. “What are you doing for Christmas?”

“Staying home watching movies.” She replies going through her pictures. “But until then I’m very busy.”

Once they finish eating they head to SM Entertainmnet. “So again no one knows I’m the hidden angel.” Renesmee says pulling her phone out her pocket. “Oh thanks for lunch.”

“No problem and I know that already.” Rosalie replies looking over at her. “So how far are you on the letters?”

Renesmee sighs looking out the window. “Must we talk about this?” She says pushing her hair back.

“Yes.”

“I’ve done some of the letters if that’s what you want to know.” Renesmee speaks as she leans back in her seat closing her eyes.

“And the book?”

“Ugh look I’m doing it okay, I promise I’m working on it.” Renesmee answers causing Rosalie to just laugh watching her. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Why is it every time I ask you anything about your relationship you shut down?” Rosalie asks as she stops at the light.

“I don’t know okay, I’m being honest with you.” Renesmee starts off looking at her lap as she sits there. “I love him I swear, when I’m with I’m happy and my brain isn’t running wild.”

“I can relax, plus I can actually sleep without waking up screaming.” She goes on running her fingers through her hair. “But that’s the problem I feel like everything is going too well; nothing ever works for me.”

“I’m just siting here waiting for the other shoe to drop.”

“Why do you think something bad always happens to you?” Rosalie asks pressing the gas once the light turns green.

“Because that is my life, kiddnapped twice plus I lost my memory; nothing good happens to me or for me.”

“Why do you think I did all this as hidden figure.”

“I guess I understand, but I promise things will get better.” Rosalie says ruffling Renesmee hair.

Renesmee whines closing her eyes and Rosalie just smiles. Rosalie pulls up to the company and parks the car turning it off. They both get out and look around before heading inside.

“Come on let’s go.” Renesmee says running up to the doors.

“What’s the rush?” Rosalie asks following behind her.

Renesmee stops in her track hearing her mom. She stands there thinking for a minute. “I don’t know.” Renesmee says looking at Rosalie.

“Then stop running.” Rosalie says as she starts walking again.

Renesmee hums following her as she looks at her phone. “Oh here they are.” Renesmee speaks as they turn the corner seeing the other girls.

They both head into the practice room looking around. “Okay where have you been?” Li Jie asks seeing them walk in.

“With her.” Renesmee says pointing to her mom.

Li Jie nods seeing her and Rosalie just smiles. “Ah Rosalie how are you today?” Jie looks away thinking and Renesmee hums watching him.

“Relax Jie I’m not mad anymore, besides I’m here to drop her off.” Rosalie pulling her phone out. “So what are they doing today?”

Jie hums looking back at her tilting his head. “Practice then going over tomorrow schedule.” He answers as he checks his phone.

“Yeah we have a signing thing tomorrow and a photoshoot.” Xiaoling says as she sits on the floor stretching.

“Unnie and I have a MV to film next week with Ten and Taeyong.” Moka says nodding and Renesmee hums.

“Oh that’s right heh I completely forgot about that.” Renesmee says putting her bag down. “I’m glad I’m off Friday.”

“How?” Chaoxing asks looking back at her.

“Remember twice a week I see the doctor.” Renesmee replies sliding next to Roxay as she sits in the floor. “I went Monday now I go Friday.”

“What did they say?” Roach asks looking at Renesmee.

“Well Monday for some reason my iron was low so they gave me some iron in fusions and a shot for my back.”

“That sounds painful.” Sora says drinking from her tumblr.

“Not really the shot did help with my back pain.”

“Okay I’ll pick you Friday morning, I have some paperwork to do before going back to work.” Rosalie says looking at her file and Renesmee looks back at her.

“Okay let me know when you’re done, bye.” Renesmee says as her mother walks out the room.

December 13, 2019

Renesmee stands in her office on the 4th floor looking out the window. “Are you sure you want to go out there alone?” Déshì asks seeing the crowd of people and press.

“Yeah my face and body is hidden so I’m good.” Renesmee says as she fixes her mask. “Besides if one of you go out there everyone will know I’m the Hidden Angel, I mean look at all the press.”

“She’s right everyone knows the Hidden Angel is an SM idol and Nessie has been seen with all of us in pubic.” Rosalie says folding her arms looking out the window as well. “Just be careful.”

Renesmee nods before walking out heading to the lobby going outside. As she makes her way to the front doors security stands there waiting for her.

“Are you ready ma’am?” One guard asks as she makes her way over.

“Yes let’s go.” Renesmee nods and they open the door. The guards walk Renesmee outside standing by her as the camera start snapping away.

One of the assistance runs out making his way over to Renesmee. “Hello everyone.” He start speaking holding a mic. “We really weren’t expecting a grand opening like this.”

Renesmee looks around watching everyone. “Here’s the star of the hour to say a few words; and officially open Safe Heaven my boss the Hidden Angel!”

Renesmee takes the mic bowing her head. She looks back at the crowd thinking. “Hi hehe, thank you for everyone who came to the opening of Safe Heaven a completely free and safe place for anyone to get help.” She starts speaking disguising her voice.

“There are too many deaths in this world most of them caused from depression; so I bought this place giving everyone who wants to or need to get help for free.”

“I know it may seem unreal but it’s true, some people can’t afford to seek help or don’t trust some to ask for help.” Renesmee says nodding her head looking through her mask. “It doesn’t matter if you’re famous or just a school kid anyone can come here.”

“The only thing you pay for is the café or cafeteria food; but everything else is free here.”

“I’m paying these people and the bills of this building out my pocket; everything is in confidence here unless you give word that it’s okay to give your information out.”

The guards look around checking out everything as she talks. Renesmee hums looking at all the cameras. “So please no matter who you are please use this service seek help; all it takes is one step to start a journey in staying alive or helping someone find help.”

“I know a lot of you came to see if I would reveal myself not yet I’m sorry; but to all my fellow idols out there please.”

“I know it hard and we can’t always ignore the comments and stuff so please if you really wanna stay with your friends come here and talk or relax get rid of the stress.”

Renesmee looks back at her assistant leaning over whispering in his ear. “Now I know this building is big so my lovely assistant Sungmin will explain the many kind of rooms here for people seeking help.”

Renesmee smiles even though no one can see. “Again thank you all for coming out and remember you always have an angel to talk to, bye.” She waves before bowing walking back inside.

Two guards follow behind her as the other two stay with Sungmin. He starts talking after Renesmee gives him the mic back. She makes her way up to her office.

Renesmee waves the guards off as she enters the elevator. They bow walking off making sure everything is good. Once she makes it to her office she hums hearing her phone go off.

“I say you handled that very well.” Rai says smiling at her. “I’ll have my people upload the video first so no one can twist your words.” He adds and Renesmee nods walking over to her desk.

“Now I hired Sungmin for a reason.” Rosalie speaks up looking up from her phone. “You still stay with the group, you can’t always be here.”

“Plus I won’t let you push yourself that far.”

“Yes ma’am I understand.” Renesmee replies grabbing her phone. “I’m going to go I have other I need to do, plus I promised the girls I would cook.”

“Have fun with that, oh and your doctor said your blood work came back.” Her mother speaks up again.

“And?”

Renesmee hums as she starts changing outfits. “You could have waited till we left.” Déshì says looking away and Rai smirks turning away.

“Your iron level is back up so you are good.” Rosalie says looking over at Renesmee.

“Yay.” Renesmee says as she finishes putting her pants on. She grabs her hat and mask putting them on before grabbing her phone and bag. “Bye thank you guys.”

Renesmee quickly runs towards the back staircase making her exit. As Renesmee makes her way to her car her phone starts ringing again. “Hello how my I help you?” She says getting into her car tossing her bag to the side.

“Why didn’t you pick up the first time?” Jongin whines and she just shakes her head as she starts her car. “Answer me.”

“I was busy you big baby.” Renesmee says pulling out onto the street. “What was with the weird text?” She asks turning the corner opting to head to the company.

“One I’m not a baby and two that was a hint.” Jongin responds and Renesmee laughing picturing the pout on his face.

“You’re pouting aren’t you?” She questions biting her tongue.

Jongin hums looking at his phone. “What no I’m not why would I be pouting?” He speaks his voice shaking.

“Cause you’re a baby.” She says giggling as she drives.

Jongin sighs and she just laughs. “Stop being mean to me.” Jongin whines causing Renesmee to laugh again.

“Okay alright tell me already.” Renesmee says stopping at a light. “What hint, hint about what?”

“That I wanna start working on my solo and want your help.” Jongin says and Renesmee smirks shaking her head.

“Okay where are you now?” She asks looking out the window as she pulls up to a small café.

“Right now I’m heading to the company to practice.” He replies and she nods turning the car. “Where are you?” He asks and Renesmee smiles getting out the car.

“I stopped at a near by café to get me some sweets before heading to the company.” Renesmee says as she opens the door walking inside.

“Oh get me something.”

“Like what?”

“Small cake you pick and an ice coffee, I could use some energy right now.”

“Ew gross but okay see you when I get there.”

[pinkykitten]

I can be Loved

Marvel

Stephen Strange x plus size & fire power! female reader

Warnings: some curse words, violence, reader being self conscious, death, also i did not re-read this cuz i made this too dang long!

Specifics: death, sadness, romance, comedy, Avengers: Infinity War, man vs man, fire power, pictures, videos, plus size reader, race neutral reader

People: Stephen Strange, you, Tony Stark, Bruce Banner, Wong, Peter Parker, Ebony Maw, Black Dwarf, Peter Quill, Drax, Mantis, Thanos, Gamora (mentioned), Thor (mentioned).

Words: 4,229

Requested: By anonymously Hi doll❤️ I love your writing please keep doing what you are doing! Do you write for chubby girls or plus size cause I live for that!!!! If so could I request a plus size reader, where she is with doctor strange and many think she is all scrawny and can’t stand up for herself but she proves them wrong by fighting like a bad ass like Thanos makes fun of her and tries to degrade her but she is just too cool and she fights along side Dr. Strange so fluff and angst cause she reacts to his death

Authors Note: hi there anon! thank u so much for ur kind words. i do write for plus size beautiful woman! i luved this request and it makes me kinda sad to not see a lot of fanfics for dr. strange cuz he is such a cool character and it is the benedict cumberbatch. i went a lil bit overboard with this its just i really lived for this request also i made the reader have fire power because i wanted her to be powerful hehehe. but there is a lot to read so im srry. i loved writing this i didnt reread this so there may be mistakes but my back, fingers, legs hurt so yeah. thnx for requesting and i hope u enjoy this. remember i luv to hear ur guys thoughts. 

The world as you know it was going to change, one way or another it was going to either perish or fight.

You all looked outside. The wind was strong and the noises of people screaming was all you could hear. Your heart racing in fear you consciously grasped Stephen, your fiance’s hand. 

As Tony opened the door many citizens raced the opposite way of..something. Some falling, some terrified, like you. 

“Y/n, I should go see what it is. You stay here,” Dr. Strange ordered you, letting go of your hand. 

“No Steph, where you go I go. I can fight too you know.” With that you walked ahead of him following Tony. 

Stephen quickly grabbed Wong’s attention. “Whatever you do, you keep y/n alive. Alright?”

Wong saw the seriousness in his friends eyes and just nodded. 

As you turned the corner a ship that was a circle with a hole in the middle landed on New York City grounds. You gasped loudly at how large it was. This was no human tech, this was some alien crap. 

Stephen, Wong, and Bruce followed you and Tony. Suddenly, a blue beam appeared and out came a skinny alien guy that looked like Voldemort, and another alien guy except he was huge and kinda looked like a dung beetle. 

Your group walked to them, curious expressions. 

The skinny alien then started to say how they were Thanos children, and that you all were about to die from them and it was a privilege. 

You turned around all sassy to Bruce, “Is this guy serious?”

“I’m sorry Earth is closed today,” shouted Tony Stark to the alien men. “You better pack it up and get out of here.”

The skinny alien then focused his attention on Stephen, “Stone keeper. Does this chattering animal speak for you?”

“Certainly not, I speak for myself!” Stephen using his magic to maybe scare off the aliens and show that he was not playing. (god that part that he does that hand thing is kinda hot......anyways enjoy reading) “You’re trespassing on this city and on this planet.”

Wong after him brought out his magic. 

Just then the huge alien was walking towards your group, hitting his giant hammer on anything he sees. 

You tapped your foot impatiently, “hey guys are we gonna do anything? I really don’t think this guy likes us!” 

Well since he was big you all then looked at...Bruce...well you all wanted the Hulk. You all stared at him awaiting for the green monster to rage on out. Instead, Bruce was having trouble getting him out, “c’mon man, c’mon.”

He was still pushing, and pushing, and pushing some more. Everyone awaiting, and staring impatiently. 

“Ugh men!” You stated placing a hand on your plush, curvy hip. 

“Wheres your guy?” Tony Stark asked looking as if Bruce lied to him. 

“I don’t know we’re sorta been having a thing.”

“There’s no time for a thing. Thats the thing right there, lets go.”

The big alien man was coming closer and closer. Then he started running towards you all. You quickly turned your whole body into fire, your skin turning orange, and your hair turning into flames. Your eyes a bright sun orange (kinda like flame princess from at). “Step away boys.”

“I love it when she does that,” Stephen said as he stared all amazed at you. 

(not my art! do not own!)

You stood in front of the massive alien, ready to shoot him with some fire balls.

(TONY’S COOL MOVE YASSSSSSSSSSSSSS srry) Tony decided to help as well. He turned his track suit into his Iron man suit. But in a cool way. 

He added some blasters to his suit and all of them came out to shoot at the alien. You and Tony shot at the same time making the alien fall back onto the skinny one but surprise surprise, his powers were telekinesis. 

He, with the power of his mind moved the other alien harshly to a car. 

Tony put his blasters away. 

“Holy crap that was frickin amazing!” A excited Bruce yelled, making you turn around and chuckle. “You turning into fire and you, Tony, where’d that come from?”

“Its nano tech, you like it?” Answered Tony, turning around to you all. 

“I got to say that was pretty awesome,” you smiled placing a hand on Tony’s shoulder. 

Tony placed a hand on his mouth and gasped, “ooohhh wizard man, how you feel about your fiance touching me and oh wait, yeah, calling me awesome?’

Stephen shook his head and his cloak smacked your hand off Tony’s shoulder, “she was only trying to be nice to you...she calls me better things in bed.”

“Wow,” Tony said. 

“Babe! Thats private,” you shouted, laughing at the end. 

“Wow, that was so unneeded, like to the point where you didn’t need to do that.” Tony shook his hands, shaking his head. 

Suddenly, the skinny alien man used his powers to throw a car at you all. The other worked on it while you and Tony threw it back to him. He used his powers to cut it in half. 

Tony then used his boosters to try to fly to him. You used your fire power to fly to him as well. As you tried to fly, Stephen brought you down. “Hey sweetheart, why don’t you stay here, I really don’t think you going over there is such a good idea.”

“Are you serious? Honey, I’m fine.”

Bruce came into the conversation, “yeah y/n, maybe Stephen is right. Maybe this is a little bit too much for you.”

“You know what, I know this isn’t a woman thing because you all let Natasha fight. This is a size thing. Are you all serious? You think I can’t fight cause I’m too big, too fat for the normal superhero.”

Wong then raised his hand and tried to tell you something, but you just ignored him. “Thats fine think what you want to think,” you almost cried, Stephen going to you and saying that thats not it, and of course it wouldn’t be it.

“Y/n, I think you’re the most beautiufl woman on this Earth, and trust me I know you are capable-”

“Save it. I don’t need any of you. I am going to fight, whether you like it or not, and I’m gonna show you all that bigger woman can do things in this world, especially be a superhero!”

Your fire became more intense and you flew next to Tony. The skinny alien was using his powers to throw some of the road on you two. The big alien threw a claw at Tony and this set Tony back. 

“Stark!” You shouted. “You are not eleven from Stranger Things, are you?” You raised your eyebrow to the skinny alien. “Thats okay, you look more like the demogorgon.” You blasted flames at both aliens. Dodging one of the punches of the big alien. 

The skinny alien threw the fire back onto you. You just chuckled, “You do realize I’m made of fire, right?”

The skinny alien smiled and heaved a huge piece of building onto you. 

“Y/n!” Yelled Wong and Stephen. They tried to get to you but they had to fight the skinny alien. 

“Ouch!” You quickly burned the piece of building into ashes and saw the skinny alien go to your fiance. “Steph!”

He put Stephen to the wall and placed bricks on him. You knew he wanted that stone. You also knew Stephen placed a spell on it. 

“-then I’ll take it off your corpse.” The alien took Stephen and threw him to you. 

“Oh my god babe, honey,” you took off your fire power to touch him, carressing his face. “Steph are you okay?”

His cloak brought him up and he nodded to you. He tried to use the time stone but the alien wrapped thorny vines around his arms. 

“Let him go!” You try to burn the vines away but its not use, they just keep reappearing. The vines go around his neck and knock him out unconscious. 

“Are you serious?” You try to take the vines off of him, they are strong and grab on real tight. “C’mon babe, stupid frickin things get off!”

The alien brings Stephen with him and you fall off the platform. The cloak then takes Stephen away from the vines. You, your fire power ignited, go after him, with the skinny alien following you two. 

“Steph I am right here. I got you.”

He then goes by Tony, and you notice Tony fighting with the big alien. You also notice your favorite...SPIDER MAN!!!!!!!!!!!

“Hi sweetheart!” You wave to Peter. 

“Hi Ms. L/n!”

“Kid thats the wizard and y/n, get on it,” ordered Tony to Peter. 

“On it!”

You flew backwards now, your attention on to the alien behind you. “Go away freak!” You started shooting fire at him, him dodging every time. Peter tried to get the alien but he through a piece of debris at Peter.

“Peter!” You shouted look at his state to make sure he was fine. 

“Not cool, yeah Ms. L/n, I’m fine!”

As Stephen was getting away from the alien, the alien used his powers to stop Stephen. By bending the street lights one of the lights caught Stephen by the cloak making Stephen fall out. You tried to catch him but you would of burned him. In that moment you felt defenseless, helpless, unworthy. You couldn’t even do a simple job as saving your future husband. They were all right about you. 

Peter came to the rescue and saved Stephen. With a sad face you thanked the young boy for doing something you couldn’t do. You just followed them slowly, until you were lifted in a beam. You tried to hold onto something but it was no use. You were going to die, how did you know this? What use were you, they didn’t need you, nor want you. You were garbage to them. You were garbage to everyone. You tried to shake the self conscious thoughts out of your mind, but you couldn’t. They were eating at you, telling you things that were not true. 

Peter tried to hold on with his spider web to Stephen but the skinny alien used his powers to bring Peter up. 

You entered the ship with Stephen and ran to hide behind a piece of the inner ship. Watching to see someone come by. 

“This is bad,” you thought. “Really bad.”

You meet up unexpectedly with Peter and Tony. You see in the distance the alien is pointing these needle like things to Stephen to get the time stone. The needle things go into his skin and you hear his screams. Tears coming out of your eyes you try to go to him but Tony stops you. 

“Don’t blow our cover y/n, we will save him.”

As you all try to think of a plan Peter says, “hey have you guys ever seen a really really old movie called Aliens?”

As the alien is threatening Stephen, you and Tony go behind him ready to blast him away. He turns around to the sound of Tony’s high pitched suit. 

The alien uses his power to bring out pieces of the ship to you and Tony. You smirk and say, “have fun in space.”

You and Tony blast a hole in the ship sending him and Stephen flying.

“Steph! Peter get him!”

Peter grabs Stephen with his web and then a new feature of his suit comes out. HE HAS SPIDER LEGS!

“HOLY SH*T THAT IS AMAZING!” You squeal in excitement. 

Peter jumps up and brings Stephen in. Tony closes the hole. 

You quickly run to Stephen and hug him, “oh my god, I thought I lost you. I’m so happy you’re alive.” You look into his eyes and he looks into yours. 

“Sweetheart about earlier, what I was trying to say is that-”

You stand up quickly, the emotions and self conscious feelings interrupting your mind again. “It doesn’t matter right now.” You turn around, shyly placing a hand on your arm and rubbing it. You then mutter as you’re walking away, “I don’t matter.”

Stephen tries to go to you to help you and to make you feel better but Tony places a hand on him to decide where to go. 

Stephen thinks Earth but Tony thinks wherever the ship is going. His thinking is he feels wherever this ship is going Thanos must be there, if all of you were to go then it would be an element of surprise. Stephen disagrees in the begging but you agree with Tony. 

“If Thanos is going to be there then maybe this isn’t such a bad idea. I mean I know, we have to protect the stone but I don’t think Thanos is awaiting this much of an impact or this much of a plan. I say we go for it.”

The ship lands harshly on a planet named Titan. 

A smoke bomb lands between you all and with impact you all go tumbling back. 

“What in the world!”

You look up to see some wannabes trying to fight you all. You fly to the one with the funny looking goggles. 

He shoots you with his gun while you blast a hole power of fire. 

“I call this roast some buns,” you blast harder your fire at him. He dodges it with his cheap looking jet pack thing. 

“What are we in The Krusty Krab?” The unknown person jokes along with you. 

You all fight with each other and form a circle of whos killing who. 

The person you were fighting takes his mask off and point the gun at Tony. “I’m gonna ask you this one time, where is Gamora?”

“Yeah, I’ll do you one better,” Tony took his mask off. “Who’s Gamora?”

And then the alien, buff man talked, “I’ll do you one better, why is Gamora?”

“I’ll do you all one better, why are we still talking about this Gamora?” You stopped your fire powers.

After going back and forth on where this Gamora was at the guy holding Peter mentioned Thanos. 

“Wait, what Thanos. Alright let me ask you this one time, what master do you serve?” You looked at Stephen as he questioned the new comers. 

“What master do I serve? What am I supposed to say Jesus?” The guy answered back, still holding Peter. 

After explaining that you were trying to defeat Thanos as well Peter took off his mask, “We’re the avengers man.”

Just then the alien bug looking girl said, “you’re the one Thor told us about.”

Tony asked, “you know Thor?”

The Missouri guy nodded, “Yeah, tall guy not that good lookin, needed saving.”

You eyes widened, “oh my god Thor’s alive. We may still have a chance...I say we all work together on this. We all want to take down the same purple raisin so we should combine all our powers to become one and destroy Thanos.”

“Thanks for the input lava girl, didn’t know we were all gonna turn into Voltron with all our lions.” The blonde hair man said as his eyes were on you. 

You walked up to him with a serious face, “my name is y/n, and I don’t think fragile skin can stand against hot fire.”

You walked to the exit while Tony, Peter, and Stephen giggled. “Gotta love her,” Stephen said as he followed you. 

You all came out of the ship and stood on the planet, trying to come up with a plan. You learned all the names of the new people.

Mantis in a low voice asked, “Does your friend do that?”

You all look back to see Stephen moving his head quickly back and forth. You go to him and place a hand on his cheek. He comes back to reality with a startle cry. 

“You okay?” You ask worried. 

Stephen was using the Time Stone to look into alternate futures. You ask about if you win the battle, but out of the millions of futures he foresaw, he sees that you are all victorious in none but one alone.

Your heart pounds and you squeeze your hand shut, tightly. All in your head was how you are going to die feeling worthless, feeling like you contributed nothing to this world. Tears start to form in your eyes and you walk to a nearby rock, covering yourself from the others. 

You wanted to show Stephen that you were not just the girl that got made fun of in high school because of her weight. You’re not someone you can make fun of and push around as if you don’t have feelings. You wanted to come out victorious and explain these terrible feelings you’ve been having lately to Stephen. 

Stephen see you crying behind a rock and walks over to you. He kneels down to you and takes your hands in his. 

“Sweetheart please talk to me, I’m here for you.”

You wipe your tears, “I know I can’t do many things in life, I can’t prevent many things. But I can try to fight. I know I’m fat and ugly and big but I want to try to prove my worth. To you and to them.” You pointed to the group. “I’m so useless, aren’t I?”

Stephen kissed your hands. “No. You are so much more than those degrading words. Back there I wasn’t trying to make fun of you honey, or bring you down in any way. I didn’t want you to get hurt, I didn’t want, I don’t want anything to happen to you. You are so important to me and to so many others, you just don’t see it. You prove to others and to other young girls, just women in general that even if you feel useless and nothing you can make something of yourself, you can save the world. You are beautiful in and out y/n, you are my superhero, my hero, you save me y/n. It will always be that way. I know you are so capable of so many great things and I encourage you to do everything in your power to be you, to be the amazing, powerful, strong you. This means so much to me,” Stephen said holding up your ring on your finger. “It means that soon you and I will be one, we will be husband and wife. We will not just show love but be love. You are my everything y/n, thank you for standing by me sweetheart.”

Your eyes were wide and you were shocked. “I love you so much Steph, thank you for saying those things. I really needed to hear that, you make me so happy Stephen Strange. I can’t wait to get married to you and when I call you mine. Thank you love.”

You sit on his lap, not caring about your weight. Stephen holds you upright with ease, resting his hands on your hips. You trace massage your fingers into his dark locks seeing his ice blue eyes look into yours. You place your hands on his cheeks, taking in his complexion of high cheekbones and milky white skin. You kiss him on the lips lightly, enjoying the presence of him. He deepens the kiss his right hand going to your cheek, making the kiss more passionate. In the middle of the kiss you hear a cough. You and Stephen turn your heads to see a startled Peter, and a annoyed Stark. 

“Sorry am I interrupting something, cause we’re in the middle of a war if you haven’t noticed. Anyways, you two, The Notebook, we have a plan.”

Thanos had come to the planet Titan and tried to explain his belief of genocide. It all seemed so crazy to you. You all almost got the gauntlet off but you all especially Peter Quill learned that Gamora was dead. Peter got so mad at Thanos that he punched him knocking him out of the sleep phase he was in with Mantis. 

It almost worked the plan, now it was to make it up as you guys went. 

You gave this war, this battle everything that you had. All your being your strength, everything. 

Everyone was focused and paying attention to other things in their way that you were left with Thanos. 

By yourself.

All the struggles in life, all the beat downs, the I’m not good enough have led you up to this moment. You were going to show this monster, this demon that you are good enough and you do deserve love and happiness.

“I, I’m not afraid of you,” you stood proudly in front of this giant. 

“No my dear child not of me, but of others.” Thanos said as he walked slowly to you, bringing out his hand to your cheek. You gave him a scowl, scoffing. 

“What do you mean?”

Thanos shook his head, “I know your deepest fear. Y/n, you are afraid of how others perceive you, how they think of you. You try your hardest to please others. You are the coward, you say you are not afraid but I know deep down you’re terrified.”

Your eyes were wide, “no, no, no, I’m not like that. Stop.”

“But of course you would be young one, you know how it feels to have your inner demons. To know your not good enough, not even good enough to be in this world.”

You started to shake your head, hands clutching the sides of it trying to not listen to those terrible words that have scarred you. Thanos smiling, knowing that he was getting to you. 

“Stop leave me alone you monster,” you cried out. 

Stephen came out and stood by you, “Y/n don’t listen to him. Remember what I told you. You are better than this.”

“Leave her be, let her make her own decisions. Y/n you are not happy with how you look, when you see yourself you see disgust. You are not afraid of me.”

You started shaking your head while tears were starting to come out, “no stop, stop!”

Stephen tried knocking sense in you, “Honey don’t listen to him, you are better than this. Remeber how much I care for you.”

Thanos kept going, “you are not afraid of death.”

“STOP! Just stop it!”

“No, you are afraid that no one will love you for who you are.”

At that being said it ignited something in you. All your power, the fire held inside you spilled out with a cry and shriek. 

Thanos eyes widened and he used the power stone to be able to go through the fire you ignited. 

“You are wrong about me Thanos! I have love, I have someone who loves me! You don’t, you know why, because you KILLED HER!”

Thanos used the power stone again on you to try to destroy you, but you were too powerful and uncontrollable to stop. 

All the fire coming out of your body amazed everyone, you were so powerful. With another cry more fire came out making Thanos go behind some boulders to shield himself from the flames. Stephen stared at you with immense respect, amazed at how you fought. After a time your body was drained from all the power you used. Your eyes felt heavy and your body wanted to just lay down. The fire stopped and you were normal now, you fell from up in the air but you were caught in a pair of strong arms. 

“I got you sweetheart,” came the soothing voice of your dear love, Stephen. 

You smile weakly, “I know.”

Thanos came to you both threatening to kill you. Of course Stephen loved you so much that he gave up the infinity stone to save you. 

He risked the whole world to save you.

“Why would you do that?”

Stephen just hugged you tightly like his life depended on it while kissing your forehead, “we’re in the end game now.”

You all waited for a sign, for something to show..anything. You hugged Stephen the whole time, enjoying what you didn’t know was the last moments together. 

Suddenly, Mantis disappeared like the wind. Your eyes widened and then it went to worse. Like a list, others started to become ashes right before your eyes, and you could not prevent it from happening. Next came Drax, then Peter Quill. Tony then went and looked at Stephen. Automatically you started crying, “no, please, don’t tell me...no please no.”

Stephen looked so guilty and so pained at you and Tony, “There was no other way.”

Stephen grabbed your face and kept his forehead to your, “Time is so important yet so short. No words can describe how much I love you and will always love you even in death. I love you y/n, I love you.”

Stephen starts to disappear making you sob. Your heart is broken and all that is left is his ashes. You start to feel strange and notice in your hands you are also turning into ashes. Tears start to form in your eyes but you welcome this feeling because no feeling is worse than the feeling you just experienced of losing Stephen. 

[black-wolf066]

Never a Dull Moment (Revamped) [1/?]

Words: 1827

Rating: pg-13 (for language and whump I suppose)

Summary: In which the land of untold stories should have been a warning, that it wasn’t just fairytales that were real.

Warnings: Killian Jones injured and BAMF!Henry protecting and taking care of him. (Slightly AU I guess considering I’m disturbing the canonical peace of Storybrooke and season 7 hasn’t happened yet)

(((A/N: Here is the rewritten version of “Never a Dull Moment” I had posted on Friday (you can click the link if you want to compare them both). I didn’t realize just how rushed I had felt when writing the first one, since I had places to be that night, until I came home and reread it and realized so much more meat could have been added to its bare bones.

[1] [Part 2]  [Part 3]  [Part 4]  [FF.Net Link]

I’m happy with the final result now (pretty much tripling the word count from the 600’s to 1800’s), and I hope you guys enjoy!! (I don’t know when I’ll update again, but I promise I will eventually update when the time allows… I honestly don’t see this being any more than 2 possibly 3 chapters)

Also tagging @killian-whump (hope you don’t mind, I just figured it’d be easier for you to find if you were still interested in reading it)

P.S. on an unimportant note... it’s 2am now after finishing this and I need sleep.... why won’t my brain shut off when I need it too!!!!)))

Chapter 1: Goosebumps… Really?!

Henry should have expected this.

Their current predicament should not, in any way, have surprised him as much as it did. It was Storybrooke after all.

(You would think after six months filled with nothing but a crock full of crazy–beginning with his Aunt Zelena, watching the man he’s grown to see as a dad die not once but thrice, and ending with the madness that was the Black Fairy–that one would have become desensitized by now.)

Yet it had.

Four years of nothing but utter, blissfully wonderful, peace would do that to a person, he supposed.

So, like every disaster to wreak havoc on Storybrooke in the past, it had happened suddenly and without warning.

They had been on his grandparent’s farm, with most of his convoluted family and their friends gathered to celebrate his graduation; all sides of the property filled with wide smiles and echoing with mirth filled shenanigans. It was just after food and presents (finally being handed down his Grandpa’s broadsword, and the pleasant surprise of his moms and dad gifting him the brand new motorcycle hidden in the shed), that Henry found himself filled with contentment; his momentary stress of deciding what he wanted to do with the rest of his life taking a back seat for now (his first mistake he realized too late).

Out in the field, his little Uncle Neal and little Robin both were squealing joyously as they were chased across the grounds by old, faithful Wilby. And close by to them, was the ever watchful eye of his heavily pregnant grandma and Aunt Zelena; the two leaning against the wooden fence and smiling and laughing as their children were herded around by the sheep dog. In the house, both his mothers, Grace, Granny and Geppetto, were clearing the food away and getting the desserts ready, their easy chatter and laughter that filtered out of the opened windows nearly being drowned out by the impromptu ‘sword’ fight taking place by his Grandpa, his dad, August and Jefferson; the others goading the four good-naturedly as they observed from the sidelines.

Henry himself had just finished putting most of his presents away in the back of the bug, his hand reaching for the broadsword to put on top of the boxes, when it happened.

An orange swirling portal had opened up far off to the side of the house, the whirling wind it created blowing trash and table cloths across the ground as it slowly grew bigger in size and strength. Not bothering to slam the trunk shut, Henry gripped the handle of the now unsheathed sword tight and raced back around the house toward the backyard where he could hear orders being shouted over the panicked cries of the guests.

Across the field, Zelena and Snow were ushering the kids and those closest to their location to the barn, where Regina had poofed herself to the front of and was already throwing up a protection spell to shield them. He caught a glimpse of Emma doing the same to the house as he rounded the corner, with Jefferson, August and some of the dwarves ushering everyone else inside the home when the first attack from the portal came.

Green leafy vines, the size of tree trunks, shot out of the opening like speared whips; knocking David—wielding the pitchfork he had been using for the ‘fight’—and Grumpy and Happy—both wielding their pickaxes, that none of the dwarves ever seemed capable of being without—off their feet while acting as a line of defense for the others. Henry was stopped from moving any closer to help as a few more vines came slithering toward him. He jumped and rolled, a move he had perfected over the years of being taught by David and Killian, and blocked the point of another vine from piercing straight into his gut.

“David!” He heard Killian shout; risking it as he spared a quick glance toward the house to see him, Jefferson and August racing down the steps, each with swords in hand that his grandpa had retired to be decoration over the fireplace.

In the next moment another vine was shooting for him, and Henry was forced to back up and farther away from help, and he cursed as he caught sight of the size the portal had become. It was large enough now to engulf the two-story barn, and the ‘oh shit’ feeling didn’t recede as the massive plant the vines were attached too, came out of the gaping swirling hole; with more than seven dozen, equally as massive, Venus fly trap heads snapping and hissing as they slithered into view.

And seriously, the ventriloquist dummy cackling manically, and hitching a ride on the back of one of them, should not have surprised him as much as it had to know that “Goosebumps” was a bloody thing too.

The battle froze just long enough for the puppet to ask where R.L Stine was hiding, before the chaos erupted again, and it took everything Henry had to avoid the slithering groping vines as they fanned the expense of the property; hissing in outrage as their path was blocked by the barriers his mothers threw up to prevent it from leaving and entering the rest of town.

“There’s too many!”

“Regina, stop throwing you’re fire, you’ll burn us all!”

“Where’s Henry!?”

“I thought he went into the house with the others!”

Henry didn’t have the time to answer, let alone take stock of where his family was and how they were fairing off in the fight; too busy dodging, hopping, blocking and hacking away at the plants to do much of anything else. Sure he had come a long way in four years, but that didn’t negate the fact that this was his first real battle and not just a simple sparring match. His life—and his family’s—were on the line here and he couldn’t afford to risk anymore distractions; not at the wild rate the vines were multiplying and striking all around them.

“Jefferson, watch out!”

“Regina, there’s your opening!”

The shouted commands from his family seemed to grow fainter the more he fought and dodged. He was no longer by the house, and every time he took one step forward to get himself back within range, the vines and snapping fly traps made him take two more in reverse.

“Henry! Behind you!”

This shout was louder and clearer as he twirled with his sword up to see a fly trap aiming right for him. It was easily bigger than he was, with saliva dripping off sharp thorn-like-teeth; the mucusy-liquid hissing and sizzling each time it made contact with the ground. He had just enough time to side-step left to dodge its gaping maw and slash his weapon to the right, the inhuman screech nearly bursting his eardrums as it made contact.

“Henry!”

He was about to yell that he was fine, but the air was suddenly knocked from his lungs by a body pushing him harshly to the ground on his stomach; barely having the time to register who had done it before the heavy weight was lifted off his back and a familiar, and very much human, scream rent the air.

It shook him to his core and would forever be the new soundtrack to haunt his nightmares to come.

With a grunt, he rolled out of the way of yet another reaching, groping vine, and looked up to see Killian’s upper body dangling upside down from the mouth of another fly trap; the former pirate’s face scrunched in uninhibited agony as he dug his namesake into the head of the carnivorous plant.

“Killian! Henry! Where are you!?” he vaguely heard his mother cry out at the same time he yelled, “Dad!” 

His body involuntarily tensed at the second scream that tore from Killian’s throat; watching in utter horror as the mucusy concoction began to mix with blood as it eat at his clothes and exposed skin.

“Shit!”

Right, there wasn’t time for panic, Henry thought frantically as he ducked and rolled away from another fly trap snapping its jaws toward him; his eyes sweeping around for an opening or a way to reach his dad when he spotted it. With a dive over a vine, and a well-timed swing to take down the chasing fly trap, he rolled onto his feet and used the opened space to race head long for another; using the momentum to jump and spring up toward the barely conscious pirate.

With a shout of strain on his shaking arm muscles, he managed to dig the sword into the upper stem of the thing to prevent himself from falling back to the ground; cringing as another ear-splitting screech bellowed out and caused his ears to ring.

“Dad, hang on!” he yelled over the roar; yelping and clinging to the handle as the monster began to shake to and fro to try and dislodge him.

The movement only served to work the broadsword through the multi-cellular tissue however; effectively decapitating the head of the fly trap and causing him and the carcass holding Killian to fall back to the earth with a thud that once more stole the air from his lungs.

He definitely was going to feel this come morning.

With the flailing and the screeching ringing louder, and some of the vines retreating to lick their wounds, Henry used the opportunity to roll and crawl toward the now unconscious pirate. Jabbing the point of his sword into its mouth, he began to pry open the jaws; hissing out in pain when the toxic saliva spluttered out and onto his exposed arms and hands. Gods did it hurt, far worse than anything he could remember (even that one time when he and his ex-girlfriend had unfortunately and quite literally stumbled upon a fire ant hill), but he pushed through the scorching pain and moved as quickly as he could; knowing the monsters would be back with a vengeance otherwise as he worked.

It was after the third crunch of something breaking within the head as he worked it open, that Henry heard the movement from behind. He pivoted around with a rage filled cry as he swung the sword at its next victim, only to groan as they were replaced by two more (and Henry felt for all the world like Hercules battling the Hydra, only he wasn’t a demi-god and his tired arms were screaming murder for a single moments respite).

As he hacked and blocked and dodged, keeping his protective stance by Killian’s vulnerable form; he realized too late that they were being surrounded on all sides, the thick vines weaving into walls and effectively cutting them off from help by the rest of his family. 

Than a portal opened under his feet and he and Killian were falling through it and landing only the bloody gods knew where. 

[watchtheblog]

when you’re here, you’re family

(upon rereading, i have deemed this to be the first in what i imagine will be a highly in demand series of: places i visit in los angeles besides the bed in the house i reside or the alley i go on walks in in order to obtain vitamin d which i am severely deficient in… on account of never leaving the bed in the home i reside because i hate everything in this city!)

if you didn’t study obscure satirical literature, you’ve probably never heard of samuel butler’s novel ‘erewhon’ and if you’ve never been to la, you’ve probably never heard of los angeles’ local delight erewhon, a supermarket only referred to by its formal, proper noun name.

erewhon.

i can only assume the progeny takes its name from the novel - in which (like many of the characters’ reverse spelled names) “erewhon” is intended as a backwards spelling of “nowhere” (“w” and “h” are inverted) - because, like… the store erewhon is the embodiment of irony!

erewhon is my safe space. erewhon is where i go to escape the ugliness of the real world, to soak up the glory of wealth, to revel in my ability to buy a pressed juice in a pinterest worthy, artisanal glass milk jar for $13 that i could easily make at home if i had the culinary wherewithal to effectively cut up fruit and vegetables… or, alternatively, a juicero.

erewhon is where i go to release myself of the awareness of poverty and death and the notion that there’s something wrong with paying a grip for a machine that will squeeze a sack of juice ingredients in ALLEGEDLY the same manner the hand of a mere mortal will squeeze it.

*please someone buy me a juicero. i do not fucking care. buy me the machine. i love waste and excess. PLEASE. I IMPLORE YOU.

shopping at erewhon is like stepping into a real life snapchat filter where every face around you is beautiful, smoothed, and adorned with a flower crown or the ears and nose of a ethereal puppy.

but shopping at erewhon is also like running into someone you didn’t know you owed money and then having that person shake you down for it… over a highway. in a city whose language uses a different alphabet!

if, like me, you are v rich but still enjoy the playfulness of frugality, walking up to the register after carefully curating your purchases will fill you with a sense of shame and dread. if you cannot relate to me in this way, i would liken the feeling of S&D to a “walk of shame”.

*though, perhaps i am incorrect as i have never been on one such walk, for i have never allowed a man within me who was not my boyfriend, and therefore have never needed to shamefully leave his home in clothing worn the night before.

and, anyway, had i ever experienced the rush of passion and lust that precedes the big mistake. *huge* that is a one night stand (which i haven’t because my sex organs don’t work!) i would have infuriatingly elegantly slept through the night and in the morning demanded the man send an uber: invisible cloak for me to go home in!*

imagine the feeling melania must have had walking down the aisle on her wedding day to - self professed human man, star of the failing ‘apprentice’ and noted despicable dude - donald trump, knowing she’d be divorcing him eventually because all she wants is an offspring and her share of the doll hairs.

so, that. that’s what it’s like... tto walk up to the register at erewhon, knowing what you’re about to do, while it will serve you in some way, will also hurt you gravely, and then, finding yourself with nary an exit strategy, persevering out of sheer obligation.

that’s what happened to me the other day when i blacked out at checkout and came to behind the wheel of a shopping cart only to find that i’d been charged $15.88 for a bag of cherries. and no, the “bag” in the “bag of cherries”, holding the “cherries” was not a birkin.

$15 is more than my cherry cost!! and i was eighteen! and a beautiful, angelic, genius baby with a faint english accent, an ass from the gods and:

and i gave that thing to my 29 year old out of work actor friend person (who after three months i had finally coerced into being my boyfriend) during my college’s parents’ weekend in this dumbo’s subsidized, low income housing project apartment… for FREE.

nah. i’m jk. that shit wasn’t free. he’s paying for it handsomely by never being able to escape me dragging his name and imdb profile through the dirt in perpetuity… and also by never being able to love again with the pureness of heart i invoked in him and by being tortured by the fact that he will never get to marry me… bc he’s getting married to a successful tv star. lol! lol lolololol! we’re all laughing. it’s v funny. ha ha ha. it’s good to laugh.

ok! that was nice. back to the expensive - but less expensive than my virginity - cherries.

even though i am certain the only people who read this live in LA or NY (hello, dad; hello, person who is not my agent at an agency where i could potentially be signed because currently i am unsigned, though i am taking meetings, but i guess what i really want is a manager and not an agent anyway but hi), if you live elsewhere, i hope you have not died from a shock induced heart attack from knowing that ya girl paid $15.88 for a bag of sugar balls.

the world is insane and abundant, what else can i say!

(actually. if you live elsewhere… talk to me about how you found my blog. thanks!)

erewhon purports (by way of their paper bags, which you are shamed for buying for ten cents (even though you are PAYING for them) because you should bring your own because… the environment) that “if it’s here, it’s good for you” and honestly, even though that apodictic maxim is eerily similar in tone to distinguished, repugnant company snapple’s “made from the best stuff on earth”, i believe them intrinsically...

because i don’t trust anything unless it is upmarked 300%. please see: “buy me a juicero” and accompanying sacks of juice ingredients.

that being said, the problem with the cost of the cherries and with every product being gracefully shilled at the almighty erewhon is that, yes, on the one hand, you know that what you’re getting is “good for you” (even though for $15.88 per handful of red gumball fruits you’d prefer a slightly more ardent adjective than “good” but okay)… but on the other, more pragmatic, less organic hand: YOU JUST SPENT FIFTEEN FUCKING DOLLARS ON FUCKING CHERRIES, you absolute pile of disgusting MF house rich, cash rich garbage.

like the masturbatory act of giving anonymously (lol), on the one hand: yes yes yes, wonderful. giving is excellent. on the other (ugly) hand: no one will ever know you did this! it is for naught!

photo break: me being organic... in that i have not showered in a fortnight:

and that is true. no one will ever know of your aspirational, enviable pursuit of health and a body not made of flaming hot cheetos… unless of course you write a blog about it and demand your closest friends and family read it. then they’ll know.

… and maybe they’ll venmo you some money to offset the price… and then, then that will have been worth it.

or maybe i’ll get an agent to sign me based off a blog about cherries - not the euphemistic usage of cherries but of the far less interesting, actual food item, literal word: cherries.

*also, real talk the title of this is the catchphrase of the iconic eatery “olive garden”, a place i’ve been to once, unceremoniously, despite being on my bucket list. please see the below and understand that my twitter is where i speak my truth.

[lovinitkpop]

Brown Sugar and Honey

This one is about a new girl group at SM. You could say EXO sister group there may be a love line put in it who really knows. I mean I know but then again I might not know. Heads up I’m sorry for any spelling mistakes or grammar mistakes after rereading it over and over I can’t deal with it.

Oh the reason I came up with this title is because the main OC is black and DO KyungSoo looks damn sexy and handsome when his skin is dark and tan and NOT WHITE WASHED!!!!! STOP THE WHITE WASHING!!!!!!!!

If there is a love line then it will be my first Kyungsoo series. Hope you like it but if you don’t guess what I don’t give two shits leave my blog then. Anyways enjoy bye.

Warnings: Fluffy, Angst, Language, Bullying, Stupid, May not make senses, Brain frat, May not have smut, Trigger, Suicide talk, Racism, Blood, etc.

Pairing: OC x DO Kyungsoo

Chapter 36

October 4, 2019

Renesmee sits in the studio with Moka as they go over the songs. “Ugh he was right the songs do go with the album concept.”

Moka covers her mouth giggling watching Renesmee. “You wanna record my parts first?” She asks pushing her back before getting up. She walks over to the door going inside the booth.

“Yeah let’s get this done while those two are busy.” Renesmee says smiling as she sits up fixing her hood. “Ready when you are.”

Moka nods and Renesmee starts the first track. As Renesmee and Moka work on the songs one of their managers walks in. “How long have you girls been here?”

“All day, Moka I’m gonna run it back some just before that verse do it again please.” Renesmee speaks and Moka looks up looking at her.

“You want me to change the way it flows?” Moka asks fixing her headphones.

Renesmee nods explaining how she should say the lines. “Ah okay I see now, okay I’m ready.” Moka says nodding her head and Renesmee starts it over again.

“Yeah we’ve been all day, why did something happen?” Renesmee answers as she nods to the beat. “Perfect much better.”

“I’ve been looking for you two.” He says sitting next to her.

“Well we don’t have schedules plus you told me to work on the album.” Renesmee replies still focusing on Moka. “Moka that was great for this last verse I need lots of energy, because you and Tae go back and forth rapping.”

Moka nods reading over her lines as she thinks. “Don’t hold back on your part.” She says checking the sounds making sure there right. “Remember in this part of the series, we’re showcasing the good side of the box.”

“How many songs have you done?” He asks watching her and she nods before tilting her head. “Nessie?”

“Oh uh this is the last song, when she’s done I go in and finish.” Renesmee says looking back at Moka. “Ready?”

“Yeah let’s get it.” Moka says smiling and Renesmee smiles staring the song again.

“Then we wait for Ten and Taeyong to come back.” She says sitting up as she changes the pitch a bit hearing Moka. “Good, good I like that.”

Once the songs stop Moka takes her headphones off stepping out the room. “Killing part?” She says looking at Renesmee after bowing to their manager. “Who gets it?”

“Either me or Tae.” Renesmee says nodding saving the recording. “That was great Moka.” She says looking smiling at her.

“You’ve definitely have improved since debut.”

“Thank you.” Moka says walking over sitting on the couch. “Will they have enough time for this?” She asks taking a sip of her water.

Renesmee shrugs listening to the playback. “They said they were fine with doing the album, but they have a tour next month.” She replies humming as she nods fine tuning the track.

“I feel bad for them, they could have waited to push a tour.” Moka says before getting up and Renesmee stands up. “You ready now?”

“Yeah I’m good to go, and you’re right they could have waited.” Renesmee says taking a swig of her water before walking into the booth.

October 14, 2019

Taeyong walks into the studio with Ten. Renesmee sits there with her back to the door with her headphones on working on beat. Taeyong walks up behind her wrapping his arms around her shoulders.

Renesmee turns her head feeling someone hug her from behind. “You look exhausted Tae as do you Ten.” She speaks pulling her headphones off.

Ten nods as he cover his mouth yawning. “Maybe just a little bit but our manager said once we finish recording these songs we get a few days off.” Ten replies as he sits on the couch dropping his bag on the floor.

“Are you sure you two can handle this?” Renesmee asks as Taeyong steps back and she turns around. “I would feel a lot better if you get some rest.”

“We’re fine Nessie.” Taeyong says pushing his hair back.

“No you’re not Tae, y’all just debut SuperM and are about to go on tour.” She tilts her head folding her arms. “It would be better to release the album next year.”

“And we still have the tour next year as well.” Ten quips scratching his head and she just pouts. “We’ll be fine but if you honestly feel you wanna postpone the album that’s fine too.”

Taeyong sits next to Ten waiting as they look at her. Renesmee sighs closing her eyes as she thinks. “I don’t want you boys to be overworked.” She whines kicking her feet.

Taeyong smirks watching her as he leans back against the couch. “How about we just do a single and do the album next year?” Taeyong suggest tilting his head.

“You still wanna do a dark concept plus it’s getting close to Halloween.” He adds and Renesmee jumps up sitting next him.

“Really you mean it?” She asks hugging him and he blushes. Ten sits there laughing seeing her face light up.

“Yes I mean it and I’m sure you already have a song ready.” He says pulling her closer wrapping his arm around her. “So we’ll record tomorrow then work on the dance.”

“I swear you two are cute.” Ten says smiling still.

“Yeah we are but we don’t want to ruin our friendship.” Taeyong says kissing Renesmee cheek. “Besides it’s all the more to tease her.”

Renesmee looks at him pouting and he just smiles. “You better be lucky you’re my vampire.” She says wagging her finger at him and he just laughs.

“Come we should all go home and get some rest.” Taeyong says patting Renesmee leg before letting her go getting up.

They all walk out and head down the hall. Renesmee looks up from her phone whining as a shiver runs through her body. She stops wrapping her arms around herself.

Ten and Taeyong both stop looking back at her. “Are you okay?” Ten asks tilting his head in concern and she shakes her head. “What’s wrong?”

Renesmee crouches down shaking her head as she closes her eyes. Taeyong hums kneels Down next to her. “Do you need to see a doctor?” Taeyong asks touching her shoulder.

“No I think I’m good now.” Renesmee says sighing and they nod. “Sorry about that.”

“It’s okay but what was that about?” Ten asks helping her back up.

“Something bad is going to happen.” Renesmee says looking at them.

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t know, but what I just felt was real.” She says pushing her hair back. “I don’t know how to explain it but when ever I get a shiver and a stabbing pain like that something bad always happens.”

“Really?” Taeyong asks.

“Last time the pain was that strong my two dogs and cousin died all at the same time.” Renesmee replies sighing as she closes her eyes. “Yeah I should go find my mother, bye guys!”

Renesmee takes off running leaving the building. “It amazes me how strong she can be even with so much stuff happening to her.” Ten says folding his arms as they stand there.

“And that’s one of the many reasons I picked her.” Sooman says walking up behind them. They both turn around and bow to him saying hello.

“Do you know about Nessie noona?” Ten asks looking at Sooman.

“Uh yes I do know somethings about her, but her mother wants her to remember on her own.” Sooman replies nodding his head. “Be careful boys she’s never wrong when she says something bad will happen.”

October 17, 2019

Renesmee sits in the practice room in the dark as she thinks. She yawns covering her mouth as she reaches over for her phone. “I really can’t do this anymore.”

She pulls her hood up laying down on the floor. She sighs looking up at the ceiling as she waits. “Do you want to talk?” Sooman says and Renesmee turns her head hearing him.

“No I’m fine just you know relaxing.” She says looking at the floor as she lies.

“I know you’re lying.” He speaks folding his arms.

Renesmee hums seeing her phone light up. “No I’m I really was relaxing okay not relaxing pre say.” She says getting up grabbing her bag heading to the door.

“More like I was waiting, for my friend to text told him I’d pick him up from the airport.” Renesmee says as she jumps up and down fixing her pants. “He’s moving here to Korea and we are going to hangout order some take out.”

“You aren’t dating are you?” He asks watching her.

“Nope, he’s like my very own brother.” Renesmee replies smiling as she moves around. “I always wanted a sibling but I guess faith was like nope only child.”

“Be careful what you wish for.” Sooman quips smiling watching her. “Have fun Nessie.”

“Okay bye thank you.” She says bowing before leaving.

Renesmee walks into the airport looking around. She pushes her hair out of her face. As she stands there she pulls out her phone checking the time.

Rai comes running up to her pulling his suitcase. He stops right in front of her smiling. “Boo.” He says and she looks up.

“Yah Rai!” Renesmee says throwing her arms around him hugging him. “Ugh I’m so happy you made it.”

Rai laughs hugging her back still smiling. “Finally good to see you again.” He says letting her go stepping back. “I’ve missed you and Jisoo so much.”

Renesmee giggles nodding. “I haven’t even told her yet to much is going on.” She says looking at the floor. “Oh thank you for helping me with this project.”

Rai nods with a sad smile and Renesmee sighs closing her eyes. “Hey it’s okay you’re not alone remember.” He says rubbing her arm. “Let’s go we can order some chicken.”

Renesmee bites her lip smiling as she helps grab his bags. Once they get to Rai’s house she helps him get settle. “Thanks for helping get moved in.”

Renesmee smiles nodding her to the music. “No problem Rai.” She says looking at him and he smiles back. “Omg Rai you have our albums!”

“Of course you know I had to support you girls.” He says walking behind her laughing. “All albums and light sticks go on the blue bookshelf.”

“Got it.” She says walking over to the bookshelf putting the albums up.

“Hey I’m almost down with the room.” Rai says walking back down the hall. “We can start recording and filming soon.” He adds grabbing some more boxes.

Once they finish unpacking they take a small break. “So ready to get started?” He asks handing her a bottle of water. Renesmee nods taking the bottle.

They head into the spare room and start setting up the lights. “Now you just want your silhouette for this channel?” He asks setting up the camera.

“Yeah I don’t want anyone to know about it.” Renesmee says as she works on her hair. “I always feel hidden anyways so this works out.”

“So I read the lyric you sent me.” He says as he looks over at her. “It’s really deep.” He says smiling and she tilts her head back looking at him.

“I know a lot is going on so if you ever want to talk.”

“Thanks Rai you really are the best.”

After they finish recording the videos they sit there going over the footage. “I’ll add these effects to make your intros really stand out.” Rai says as he edits the videos.

Renesmee smiles resting her head on his shoulder. “Wow I really like that.” She says as he shows her the video.

“Here you start setting up the channel while edit the other videos.” Rai says handing her his laptop. “What is the name of the channel?”

Renesmee sits up taking the laptop nodding as she pulls her knees to her chest. “The Lost Angel.” She says biting her lip thinking. “No what about the Hidden Angel.”

“Hidden Angel I like it.” He replies nodding.

Renesmee nods back as she works on get the email set up for the channel. She tilts her head looking at the photos smiling. “These pictures are amazing.”

After a few more hours they get all the videos uploaded and eat Renesmee packs her bag. “Again thank you for the helping me with my channel.” She says as he walks her to the door.

“No problem, I should be thanking you for helping me get this place.” Rai says hugging her one ast time. “Now just send me any videos you don’t have time to edit, I know how busy you can get.”

“Oh and all three of us need to get together for dinner.”

“Most definitely, I’ll see you next time.” She says putting her shoes on before leaving. “Uhh so not to push but I have some extra cars if you need one let me know.”

Rai stops looking at her confuse and she just giggles. “Long story.” She quips pitting her bag in the car.

He waves bye as she drives off and he heads back inside. Renesmee heads home to work on her music.

[lovinitkpop]

Brown Sugar and Honey

This one is about a new girl group at SM. You could say EXO sister group there may be a love line put in it who really knows. I mean I know but then again I might not know. Heads up I’m sorry for any spelling mistakes or grammar mistakes after rereading it over and over I can’t deal with it.

Oh the reason I came up with this title is because the main OC is black and DO KyungSoo looks damn sexy and handsome when his skin is dark and tan and NOT WHITE WASHED!!!!! STOP THE WHITE WASHING!!!!!!!!

If there is a love line then it will be my first Kyungsoo series. Hope you like it but if you don’t guess what I don’t give two shits leave my blog then. Anyways enjoy bye.

Warnings: Fluffy, Angst, Language, Bullying, Stupid, May not make senses, Brain frat, May not have smut, Trigger, Suicide talk, Racism, Blood, etc.

Pairing: OC x DO Kyungsoo

Chapter 39

November 20, 2019

“Yay I’m ready to film this!” Chaoxing says as she walks into the room. “Ugh I love these outfits.” She says hugging the clothes.

“You’re welcome.” Roxay says walking pass her putting her bag down. “Come on we need to get ready.” She says trying to grab her outfit.

Chaoxing hums stepping back looking at her. The girls looking around before picking the clothes and getting ready. Once they finish they get makeup and hair done before heading out to the set.

“So this is a vampire Christmas?” Eunjin says walking around the set.

The girls smiles looking around the set. “Now see I really want my own castle now.” Yiyang says folding her arms nodding her head. “It really would suit don’t you think?”

“Hey has anyone seen Nessie unnie?” Sora asks looking around.

The girls stops humming as they look around. “We didn’t leave her at the dorm did we?” Yiyang says touching her chin thinking.

“No she was with us in the van.” Jisoo says walking around looking at her phone.

Renesmee walks with Déshì going over some papers. “Yeah if they do it like that then that’s okay, we can do the rooms like that.” Renesmee nods reading over the files.

“Okay then as far as that goes that was the last of the construction.” Déshì says holding some folders and she nods. “Now as far as the hiring goes your mom picked out some really good people.”

“Ah yeah she told she even got some international staff.” Renesmee says smiling and Déshì nods smiling back. “Now I’m trusting you with the café and cafeteria staff.”

“Hey I own a successful restaurant chain and my wife owns a successful café and bakery chain.” Déshì says taking the folders from her pouting.

Renesmee tilts her head seeing him pout. She hums looking away as she shakes her head. “That’s why I’m putting you in charge of that dummy.”

Déshì smirks folding his arms looking at her. “Takes a dummy to know a dummy.” He says tilting his head and she stops looking at him.

“Now you see if I wasn’t dressed and ready to film right now you would be on this floor begging me to let you go.” Renesmee speaks and Déshì just smirks before walking off.

“Whatever you say shorty.” He says as he leaves pulling out his phone. “Call me when you’re done I’ll come pick you up.”

Renesmee rolls her eyes scoffing as she walks over to the others. “What was that about?” Sora asks looking at Renesmee.

“Ohh nothing just business talk, he had some questions about this building.” Renesmee says smiling fixing her hair. “So let’s get started!” She says walking over getting ready.

“Everyone places!” The director yells and the girls nod walking off. “I know it’s cold but we can do this.”

They spend the next 7 hours filming for their MV. Once they get the first half done they take a break. “Rai wants to know do you want to join him for drinks?” Renesmee asks looking at Jisoo.

“Who’s all going to be there?” Jisoo asks looking at her phone.

“Rai, me, Sohye, Somi, Daehyun, and Andrew.” Renesmee answers sitting there eating her fruit. “So are you coming or not?”

“Yeah sounds fun.” Jisoo says putting her phone up.

Yiyang walks over to her stylist chair. “My fangs came out.” She says holding out her hand. Her stylist nods walking over to reapply her fangs.

“You think it would be hard to talk and eat with these?” Sora says checking her fangs again.

“These are custom teeth from the dentist.” Renesmee says looking at her phone sighing. “So no trouble while using them.”

“Okay girls they need you back out there.” There manager says and they head out. “Nessie?”

Renesmee hums turning her phone off putting it in her bag. “Okay I’m coming.” She says smiling running after the others.

The girls spend the rest of the day filming the dance for the MV. “Okay I know it’s getting late and you’re tired so get change and we’ll do it two more times and call it a day!”

The girls run off getting changed and getting hair done again. Once they make their way back out they get ready. After filming the dance again they call it a day.

November 26, 2019

“Hey so I took that drawing you sent me and touched it up.” Rai says walking over with a tray of sweets and two mugs. “For the finishing touches on the sign.”

“Oh really that’s great I wanna see!” Renesmee says rocking side to side like a child as she sits there. “But first try the popcorn I made it myself.”

“Well I mean the flavor I added.”

Rai sits down grabbing his blanket smiling. Renesmee holds out the bowl to him. Rai nods grabbing some popcorn. He hums tossing the popcorn into his mouth.

“Wow this is good, I get a hint of kettle corn.” Rai says and she nods smiling. “A slight bit on honey?”

“Yes also a pinch of cinnamon and brown sugar.” Renesmee says putting the bowl between them.

She reaches over grabbing her mug taking a slip of hot cocoa. “Very good.” He says nodding. “So this is the movie you’re in?”

“Yes I’m actually shocked they wanted me.” Renesmee says pushing her hair back. “Also Eunjin was in it too.” She adds smiling.

They sit there watching the movie eating popcorn and sweets. Once the movie finishes they clean up and wash the dishes. Rai grabs his laptop sitting next to Renesmee.

“Okay so here is the finish design.” Rai says pulling up the file showing her the design. “Say hello to Safe Haven.” He says smiling and she squeals looking at it.

“OMG this is amazing I love it.” Renesmee says looking at the design. “Thank you so much Rai.”

“No problem I’m just glad I could help.” Rai says pulling up the other files. “Oh here are the pictures your mom sent me and Déshì.”

“Wow everything is coming together nicely.” Renesmee smiles grabbing Rai arm looking at the pictures. “If this works out we can open the second week of December.”

“Yeah everything is going great.” Rai says looking back at his laptop. “I sent the design for the sign off yesterday and your mother should be getting it next week possibly.”

Renesmee smiles hugging Rai and he smiles back ruffling her hair. “So how did it go on the MV set?” He asks editing some pictures.

Renesmee tilts her head watching him as he works. “Uhh it went great one day to film the whole MV.” She says humming and he looks over at her.

“These were the photos we took before we recorded.” Rai says showing her and Renesmee face lights up. “What do you think?”

“There amazing.” Renesmee smiles pushing her hair back. “What are these for, and how did you keep me in silhouette still?” She says looking at the photo.

“These are for the Twitter I set up to build awareness, here take a look.” He says pulling out his tablet pulling up the account.

Renesmee takes the tablet reading the post. “Wow you did all this?” She says looking back over at him and he nods.

“I made sure not to just promote the videos and stuff but awareness about depression and other stuff.”

“Wow there’s a lot of messages here.” Renesmee says trying to read some. Rai Just hums nodding his head. “Do you answer these?”

“Some yes others well you answer through your videos.” Rai says going through the pictures again. Renesmee tilts her head confuse. “Yeah remember that quiz I gave you?”

Renesmee pouts looking at him. “You know you could have just told me instead of tricking me.” She says getting up going to get something to drink.

“Well I honestly didn’t know how you would feel about the account.” He replies looking at her and she shakes her head.

“I’m okay with it Rai.” Renesmee says humming as she dancing around. “Have you seen those shirts people have been wearing.”

“Yeah who did those?”

“I have no idea, it wasn’t Déshì or my mom.” Renesmee says dancing back over before sitting back down. “I think those are fan made?”

“Really?”

“Yeah even some of the people at SM have been wearing them.” Renesmee smiles eating her cookie.

“This is really blowing up.” Rai says and she nods holding up her cookie to his mout. He hums taking a bite. “Do you still wanna do the Christmas videos next week?”

“Yeah I actually need to put my tree up tomorrow.” Renesmee speaks looking around the living room. “You need to put your stuff up too.”

“Oh hey so I met this girl in my office and she asked me out.” Rai says looking at Renesmee and she nods.

“Please be careful Rai it’s getting close to the holidays keep that in mind.”

Rai sighs in relief as he saves his work closing his laptop. “Thank you I didn’t want to be the only one thinking that.” He says crossing his legs sitting back.

“Heh no you’re not but that doesn’t mean act all weird on the date, she may actually like you.”

Rai nods running his fingers through his hair. “Ugh why does dating have to be so hard?”

November 30, 2019

“Hey girls what’s up?” Renesmee says standing in the kitchen as she cooks. “Breakfast is almost ready.”

The girls hum hearing her and they smile. “Unnie!” They run over hugging her and she laughs.

“Easy girls be careful.” Renesmee says laughing as she hugs them back.

“Does this mean you can stay at the dorm again?” Yiyang asks looking at Renesmee.

“For now yes but I have to see my mom like twice a week.” Renesmee replies pushing Yiyang hair back. “So my doctor can do check ups on me and make sure I stay at the top of my game.”

“We’ll take it if it means you staying here!” Chaoxing says smiling as she hugs Renesmee again.

Renesmee nods going back to cooking. Once the food was ready they all fix their plates and sit down to eat. “We have a few free days before our comeback, so what do you want to do?” Renesmee says leaning back on the couch.

“Ohh we can go shopping!” Moka says smiling.

“Or we could practice?” Sora says nodding as she reads her book.

Roxay looks at Renesmee tilting her head to the side. She bites her lip thinking before looking away. “Actually I think we should rest for today.” She says looking down at her lap.

“Yeah we’re going to be busy soon so let’s just relax and stay here.” Jisoo agree as she leans back on the couch.

“Let’s watch some movies.” Xiaoling offers and they all agree.

Roxay moves closer to Renesmee resting her head on her shoulder. Sora and Chaoxing walk back with covers a pillows. They set the living room spreading the covers out.

Jisoo and Eunjin walk out the kitchen with snacks and drinks for everyone. Once they get settled Sora starts the movie as Eunjin turns the lights off.

“Hey girls here the shirts you order are in.” Their manager says holding the box in his hand. “Huh Nessie I didn’t know you were coming back, your mom said you’d still be with her.”

Moka walks over taking the box from him then heads back to her spot on the floor. Renesmee hums sitting up a bit looking at him. “Yeah I can stay here again for the time being.” She says before laying back down.

“Manager oppa could you bring us some more covers please?” Xiaoling asks looking at him.

He stops and looks at her tilting his head. “What are you girls doing?” He asks watching as Eunjin moves next to Sora.

“Well it’s a movie day.” Chaoxing says yawning.

“Yeah since unnie is back we are spending the day in the dorm before we get busy with the comeback.” Eunjin says as she lays there.

“And you agreed to this instead of making them practice?” He asks holding his hand out towards them.

“I asked what did they want to do this what they picked.” Renesmee says before laying back down.

He smirks walking down the hall grabbing more covers. He walks back over dropping the covers on them. “Have fun.”

[lovinitkpop]

Brown Sugar and Honey

This one is about a new girl group at SM. You could say EXO sister group there may be a love line put in it who really knows. I mean I know but then again I might not know. Heads up I’m sorry for any spelling mistakes or grammar mistakes after rereading it over and over I can’t deal with it.

Oh the reason I came up with this title is because the main OC is black and DO KyungSoo looks damn sexy and handsome when his skin is dark and tan and NOT WHITE WASHED!!!!! STOP THE WHITE WASHING!!!!!!!!

If there is a love line then it will be my first Kyungsoo series. Hope you like it but if you don’t guess what I don’t give two shits leave my blog then. Anyways enjoy bye.

Warnings: Fluffy, Angst, Language, Bullying, Stupid, May not make senses, Brain frat, May not have smut, Trigger, Suicide talk, Racism, Blood, etc.

Pairing: OC x DO Kyungsoo

Chapter 37

October 26, 2019

Renesmee sighs grabbing her tumblr taking the top off. She slowly brings it to her lips before taking a swig. WinWin opens the door walking into the room.

“So this is where you’re hiding?” He says looking at her and Renesmee looks up. “You’re pushing everyone away again.” He says speaking in Chinese now as he walks over to her.

“No I’m not.” Renesmee says looking at the floor as her hair covers her face. WinWin sits down next to her crossing his legs. “I’ve been busy that’s all.”

“That’s a lie no one has had a schedule since last week.” He replies leaning his back against the wall. “I’m shocked you’re not on the rooftop.” He adds looking at her and she hums.

“It’s raining.”

“Ahh yeah no as much as I love the rain it’s to early to be out there.” Renesmee says before taking another swig of her drink. She holds out the tumblr to him.

WinWin nods taking it taking a swig for himself. “So what have you really been up to?” He asks taking another sip.

“Well my friend from America just moved here so I’ve been hanging out with him.” Renesmee replies pushing her hair back. “Plus he’s a big fan of F(x), and needed to be around some friends.”

Renesmee speaks closing her eyes yawning. “How is he doing?” WinWin asks looking at Renesmee smiling seeing her yawn.

“He’s doing pretty good, no one knows but he was close friends with Sulli unnie.” She replies pulling her knees to her chest.

“What about you, you said once she helped while you were training.” He question looking down at the tumblr.

“She did help me and I miss her but I can’t just be sad about it.” Renesmee speaks resting her head on her knees. “Just have to celebrate her life.”

WinWin smiles looking at her and she smiles back. “You know sometimes you don’t have to be so strong.” He says reaching up pushing her hair behind her ear. “I know you hardly cry but you shouldn’t hold everything in.”

“I can’t cry it show weakness, and I can’t cry in front of others we’ll certain others.” Renesmee speaks gripping her pants.

“Look I know we hardly see each other with me being China with WayV, but I always talk to you on the phone to make sure you’re okay.” WinWin starts as he watches her. “I’m actually suppose to be on a plane with the others back to China now.”

“What!” She says looking up at him.

He smiles reaching up wiping her face. “I wasn’t kidding when I said I wanted us to be close friends.” He speaks putting his arm around her rubbing her back. “And we are, so I knew you were lying when I texted you earlier.”

“It’s okay if you want to cry.”

Renesmee looks at him before leaning her head on him as she starts crying. WinWin pulls her closer wrapping his other arm around her. She wraps her arms around him gripping his shirt.

They sit there for an hour before she stops crying. “You okay now?” He asks grabbing some tissues wiping her face. Renesmee nods sitting up pushing her hair back again. “Good, see I told you I can handle skinship.”

Renesmee giggles hearing him as she wipes her face. “Yes you can handle it, I’ve really grown on you.” She laughs looking at him then down at her lap.

“You have that affect on people to change them.” He says smiling again hearing her laugh.

Jisoo, Roxay and Xiaoling walk in looking around. “Hey sis did you hear about the mysterious YouTuber from SM?” Jisoo asks looking up from her phone. “Ohh hi WinWin.”

WinWin stands up bowing to them picking up his bag. “Hello girls.” He says holding his hand out to Renesmee helping her up. “Here.” He says handing her the tumblr.

“Keep it I have another.”

“Stop speaking Chinese I’m not that good at it.” Jisoo says pouting looking at them. Renesmee rolls her eyes shaking her head. “No seriously look.”

Renesmee and WinWin walk over looking at Jisoo phone. She presses play and they stand there watching the video. “Who is this?” WinWin asks and they shrug shaking their heads.

“No one knows.” Xiaoling says looking at him. “No one recognizes the voice.”

“Interesting maybe it’s a trainee.” Renesmee says picking up her bag. “There’s a few new girls here you should asks them.” She adds looking back at the phone.

“Well whoever she is people are thanking her.” Roxay speaks up yawning covering her mouth. “Got a million subscribers in one day.”

“If this is a trainee they have some powerful vocals and this is an original song.”

Renesmee hums looking as they read the comments. WinWin looks down at her tilting her head. “You should go home and get some sleep.” He says and she looks up at him.

Renesmee smiles nodding before hugging him. “Fine I’m leaving, you should go to I’m sure your manager wasn’t happy about you staying.” She says and he smirks hugging her back.

“Yeah they can get over it.” He replies letting her go. “Bye.” He says smiling and she smiles back.

“Come on girls I’ll drop you off at the dorms, I think I should talk to my mom.”

October 30, 2019

“So how do you feel now about the channel?” Rai asks walking out the kitchen. “I mean one million subscribers in just a day of making the channel.”

“I feel better about it now, no one knows it’s me so I’m good.” Renesmee replies as she sits on the couch eating. “Mmm I forget that you can cook.”

“Why thank you.” Rai says handing her a drink. “So what do you wanna do today?”

“I made more songs?” Renesmee says crossing her legs.

“Heh why’d you say it like that?” He asks watching her and she shrugs.

“I honestly don’t know.” She replies smiling as she sits up.

Once they finish Renesmee helps Rai clean up and they head to the room to film some videos. “We can do my songs first then the covers.” She says as she sets up the sheets and lights.

“You know we didn’t have to put up the plastic, well I mean on the floor yeah.” Rai says helping her and she just laughs. “I wouldn’t mind having the walls painted.”

“They do look really plain don’t they?” Renesmee says smiling as she pulls her hoodie off. “Well when you set off the paint it might still hit the wall.”

Rai smirks shaking his head and she just laughs. “Which dresses did you bring this time?” He asks as she walks over to her bags.

“A lot since we’ll be using paint.” Renesmee looking at her stuff. “They’re out on the rack in the hall.”

“Okay I’ll get the rest set up you go change.” Rai says getting the cameras out.

Renesmee nods walking into the hall looking at her dresses. She grabs the first dress walking to the bathroom. Rai hums playing some music as he covers the cameras up to protect them.

“The best part about not showing my face is I don’t have to worry about the makeup.” Renesmee says walking back in fixing her hair. “Some times I really do get tired of the makeup.”

“But you look better without in the first place.” Rai say looking at her and she rolls her eyes. “You do look better.”

“Let’s get started weirdo.” Renesmee smirks walking over and Rai turns the lights on then checks the settings on the camera.

They spend the next 6 hours making videos. “I swear I’ve never taken so many showers in one day in my life.” Renesmee says wrapping the towel around her head.

“Well my walls did get a little paint.” Rai quips as he carefully wraps the plastic up not to get paint on the floor. “But everything went good.”

“Yeah it did I’m glade it worked out.” Renesmee says grabbing her bottle of water taking a sip. “You can just throw those away, I’ll buy more later.”

“Stop wasting money.” Rai says and she pouts looking at him.

“Then what’s the point of having it?” Renesmee says whining and he just smirks.

“To save for the future duh.” He replies putting the plastic flooring up and she sighs.

Renesmee nods helping putting everything else up. “You should go home and get some rest I can edit the videos.” Rai says taking the camera over to the computer hooking it up.

“Not leaving till my hair dries, don’t want to get sick.” Renesmee says sitting next to him and he nods. “So you’re are stuck with me.”

“You say it like that’s a bad thing.” Rai quips as he loads the videos to the computer. He nods starting to edit them. “Are you going to do an unboxing when they send the button?”

“If I do we have to set up the camera down towards the table and I’ll have to wear long gloves.” She answer yawning covering her mouth.

November 1, 2019

‘New SM YouTuber taking the world by surprise. No one knows who this girl is. If she one of the girls from a group she’s making her voice sound different to stay hidden. If not this new girl trainee is a diamond in the dust.

Her channel was made right after the tragic news of Sulli. Her first few videos honoring not only Sulli but also Jonghyun. These videos sparking something big in many fans and others.

Fans, non fans, parents and more are finally asking and demanding that these companies take better care of the idols. They want them to get the proper help for them. This singer is sparking a revolution that many have tried before.

What makes her different from the others. Maybe she was close to them since she is under SM. Maybe she is going through the same thing. But she is making a different, in one video she speaks about opening an office building for those who want help.

A place where anyone can get help. No matter who they are. She’s tired of seeing and hearing people killing themselves. She says no one would have to pay to come in and get help.

Her videos are so different like her voice. She stays in shadow while sometimes having all these colors exploding around her. There is not one video of her face. She stays true to her name Hidden Angel.

I guess it’s true that angles really do live among us here on earth. Everyone wants to know who this angel is and why is she doing all this.’

~Meeting at SM~

“Okay we called all of you here to get to the bottom of this.”

“Who ever is the Hidden Angel needs to come forward.”

They stand there talking for a bit and the girls sigh sitting there. Sooman folds his arms watching them. “We aren’t sure if you’re in trouble just yet we just need to know who you are.”

All the girls sit there looking at each other then back at the staff. The staff looks around counting everyone. Sooman hums not seeing Renesmee and he nods. One staff member steps forward tilting his head.

“Wait a minute where’s Renesmee?” He says looking at the rest of Royal 1004.

Renesmee runs into the room but trips and falls hitting the floor. She groans laying there for a bit. “Nessie?” Sooman says tilting his head.

“No I’m fine.” Renesmee says jumping up pushing her hair back. “Umm sorry I’m late I was with my mother.”

“You look terrible Nessie.” One of the staff says watching her. “Are you okay?” She asks and Renesmee hums nodding.

“Well when you can’t sleep for days this is what happens.” Renesmee replies sitting next to Jisoo.

“Have you not been drinking your blood?” Joy asks looking back at her and Renesmee looks at her tilting her head.

“Heh no, I need more so yeah.” Renesmee answers and Joy reaches in her bag giving her one of her bottles. “Thank you.”

“Why aren’t you sleeping?” They ask watching her and Renesmee just sits there drinking her blood.

“I’m sorry did she just say blood!”

“Well to answer your question you see I rather live then die.” Renesmee says closing the top. “So I don’t sleep, not that you care.”

“And before you ask I’d rather not overdose on sleep pills.” She adds with a smirk her mouth red as she looks at them.

“Nessie!” Sooman says looking at her and she freezes. Renesmee bites her lip looking away closing her eyes.

“I’m sorry I shouldn’t have said that.” Renesmee apologizes pulling her hood up sitting back in her chair. Jisoo puts her arm around Renesmee.

Renesmee curls up leaning on Jisoo closing her eyes. “You need sleep.” Jisoo whispers and Renesmee nods sitting there.

“Like we said we don’t know if you’re in trouble yet.” They continue with the meeting. “We just need to know who the Hidden Angel is.”

“Why can’t we just leave her alone?” One girl says standing up. “She’s doing something everyone is afraid of doing.”

“I agree!” Another girl yells standing up as well. “She’s speaking up for people who are sacred to.” She adds.

“We agree she speaking up for those who are sacred but we need to know who the Hidden Angel is.”

“No!”

“We don’t need to know.” Hyoyeon says looking at them. “She doesn’t want to be known for a reason.”

Sooman stands  there looking at them as they go on. “It doesn’t matter who it is, if she comes forward she’ll be in trouble.”

“You’ll stop her and all she is doing is helping people!”

“Girls calm down!”

“No!”

“You’re trying to stop someone who just wants to help people, we don’t want to know who she is but we will stand by her no matter what.”

One by one the girls start to go off and leave the room. Renesmee smirks yawning as she stands up watching them leave.

“Never tell a woman to calm down.” She says grabbing her bag. “Ugh I need sleep.” She says walking towards the door.

“Nessie?” Sooman says and she stops looking at him. “What do you think?” He asks folding his arms and she sighs pouting.

“Why are you asking me, I just said I’m sleepy.” She whines stomping her feet. “I can’t think straight right now but I agree with them.”

Renesmee turns reaching out for the door and he smirks. “Nessie?” He calls out again and she whines falling to her knees holding onto the door.

“Sleepy!” Renesmee says looking at them.

“Fine go home sleep but I still want my order by tomorrow.” Sooman says taking a swig from his tumblr. “As a vampire you should know you can’t live without blood.”

Renesmee jumps up looking at him smiling. “That’s probably why I’m sleepy huh.” She says rubbing the back of her neck. “Well I have a lot of orders to fill so I need at least 2 hour sleep.”

“Night Nessie.” He says and she nods leaving. Sooman smiles shaking his head before looking at the others. “Well you all tried maybe she will come to us on her own.”