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n0tamused · 3 years ago

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Here For You

Tobirama x F. Reader

Genre: angst to fluff

Word count: 3,639

Warnings: nightmares, description of gore

"-They should be headed north now" Y/N spoke to the old woman that sat at the dining table who nodded in relief, head heavy and limbs aching but they all were now safe. The walls were gray and cracked from years of neglect, and the small clans house seemed to be moving in the breeze like thin branches of the oak tree that stood outside. It wasn't until a hoard was heard approaching, surrounding the perimeter of the house. Swords hissing as they were pulled out of their sheaths. Y/n stood frozen for a moment in front of the open door, watching the leader approaching, shrouded in darkness of the upcoming night, the shadows making his expression all the more sinister. Before long Y/n flung forward and slammed the door shut with all force in her body. The house spun and twisted, grotesque imagery surfacing from the walls that now felt like paper. Thin and rough faces screamed at her from behind the walls that framed their features. Mouths wide open, moaning and groaning. Then it all started to spiral out of control. The banging, screaming and shouting and pleading. All of it rang so far it reached the heavens above but no one came to their aid.

Realization came when they were all captured and forced to kneel before the enemy team- she had led her own team out of one certain death and into a slaughterhouse. She had let them all down, she failed them. Desperation and fear tugged and squeezed at her lungs and throat like a giant's hand. It felt as if each muscle was strained and simultaneously crushed as her captors seized her on each side by the arms. Watching her friends die by the blade. They were made to stand in front of her and then, with one swift stroke the sword was pushed through their jugular, making blood run freely into their throat, mouth and lungs. The blade was drenched to the hilt. Splatter of their blood stained Y/n's pale and cold cheeks, eyes wide with terror. She struggled to escape the hold but to no avail, all her power had been drained right out of her and wounds littered her body and made any attempt to move futile. Pain coursed through her body like a fire set ablaze to run wild.

But none of it could compare to the pain in her heart and mind. None of it came close. She wanted to shout and scream, to struggle and fight but that proverbial hand held her hostage until half of her team had been slaughtered. The bodies fell, continued to twitch and continued to be mutilated even after they had already died. Blood oozed and coated the ground, slowly slithering towards where she sat like a snake, before forming into a puddle around her. Guts laid scattered across the yard all around her, bringing a rancid stench to billow and blow all around. Adrenaline still coursed through her and finally it was her turn to stand and come before the bodies. They made her look at them, all their pale faces. Twisted and cut up, stained and blotched with blood of their own. Missing limbs were thrown onto the pile of death; whose, she didn't even know anymore. Smell of metal and decomposition was enough to make her insides twist in on each other and make her want to disappear. And she broke free, desperately clawing to escape, and behind her stood all the dead comrades, dark silhouettes with gaping white eyes and hanging mouths. Furthermore twisted and wrecked. It stopped Y/n from going further, fear seeping into her bones just as much as shame. She betrayed them- she failed them.

From the back she was dragged to the pile of death, her body twitching and pulling and struggling but none of it worked. Cries resonated through the trees in an echo, high pitched screams of despair. The long sword was slicked with blood, blade dull from cutting through so much flesh. The leader chuckled menacingly, but there was no sign of a smirk or even a mouth on his face which a shadow resided on. Black mass settled in the place where his eyes were, and for all Y/n knew he could have no mouth at all. He spoke- however she didn't hear his words, as if her head was pushed under in a bucket of water. She couldn't breathe nor decipher his words. The invisible giant's hand was squeezing more now, she could feel herself turning blue. Screams started again, picking up volume and intensity until it was all she could hear, ringing through her ears. It made her want to vomit.

The sword rose up. The blood riding down the length of the blade before it was sent flying through the air-

She woke with a startle, a small flinch throughout her entire body. The screams of her dreams now replaced by the hooting of an owl far away, the gentle but cold draft came through the open window and left gooseflesh in its wake. For a while the woman failed to move, believing if she moved or even closed her eyes she would be back at the pile of dead bodies. All senses slowly returned to her as the drunkenness of being asleep washed away. Taking deep breaths she felt her heart still racing, moving her hand to settle over the left side of her chest, feeling a fine sheen of cold sweat over her flaming skin.

Suddenly, tears sprouted in her eyes, stinging and clawing their way out before they freely slid down her flushed cheeks. Silently the few tears fell before she gathered the strength to sit up and push the covers off of her, sliding her body to the edge of the bed until her legs bent and reached the floor. Another moment of pause. Y/n felt her head swimming, still not fully recovered from the horrors her subconscious conjured. Finally Kaliyah stood on her legs that felt unsteady, tiptoeing around her still-sleeping husband. The halls were still dark, cold with the dawn slowly approaching and breaching the darkness. Only enough for her to see where she was stepping. Nimble fingers curled around the door to the front porch, gently tugging the door to open and only enough for her body to slip through before closing them again.

The cold immediately clung onto her, making her fold her arms over her chest in a self hug, attempting to contain the warmth she dragged from her bed. She took a few steps before she stopped at the top of the small steps which lead to a garden, a small paved path leading elsewhere, to the exit from the house yard. Looking up at the sky she saw the morning blue color paint the sky, with pale golden hues shining through the few scattered clouds that passed overhead. The night before she remembered the sky was littered with so many shiny specks of light, glowing bright on the canvas of dark navy blue. Not a cloud in sight and with the moon looking down onto them all- she only wondered what she did for the moon to let such horrific imagery pollute her sleep.

Coming to sit down onto the steps she let the cold seep into her muscle and bones. Feeling the rough and coarse texture of the wood beneath her, and next to her when she leaned onto a pillar which she sat next to. The cold grounded her there, bringing her back to reality. Wind brushed through her hair gently, like invisible hands, soothing her wrecked nerves and bringing comfort. Her line of vision then moved down, to the garden below. Remembering the time she and Tobirama were working on those gardens; planting the shrubs and rose bushes as well as many other kinds of flowers. All of what they planted grew swiftly, it all came to a full fruition as now a great cherry tree brough shade to the yard and rose bushes decorated the space next to the fences in full blossom. Red and pale pink, some even white in color. Large petals that would come to form a blanket over the grass once fall came in place.

In the bedroom, Tobirama stirred when she left, having already been half-awake when she too, woke. Believing she were only up for refreshment he didn't give much thought or effort in focusing on that - he didn't hear the small sniffle through his sleep dazed head. But as he didnt hear the faint sound of running water, or her footsteps retreating, his brows knit together and his mind worked on pushing the sleep away. The spot she once laid in was now cold. Pushing himself to sit he looked over to the spot, crinkled covers and sheets, and faint dark spots across the pillowcase. It didn't take a genius in Tobirama to understand what was happening. Nights like these were rare, but certainly nothing new to either him or his beloved.

Infusing his chakra he spread his sensory field throughout the house, slowly pelting over the areas. As he didn't find her in the house his heart leapt into his throat, before finally he sensed her on the porch. He was already moving out of the bedroom by that moment, sensing how her own chakra twisted and turned as if trying to find an offending thorn in the system. Tobirama creaked the door open, pausing for a moment when he saw her curled up figure on the steps. A frown tugged at the corners of his lips as his stare sat at the back of her head, then he was moving again, resuming his original slow and careful pace. He came up beside her, looking down at her and when she finally took note of his presence her eyes moved to meet his eyes.

Scarlet irises glared down at her with such softness and concern in them.

In a form of shame, guilty of waking him up, she cast her look down, bowing her head before returning her gaze to the garden that now looked too much like the yard from her dreams. Tobirama noticed the churn of emotion, eyes barely leaving her expression, only for a moment to follow her line of sight. The Senju sighed, watching the leaves sway in the early morning breeze.

He came to sit at her side, moving one arm to wrap around her shoulders slowly, and bring her closer into his warmth. It radiated off of him in waves, while her own warmth had worn off in the first few moments of sitting on the cold porch. She simply leaned into him, closing her eyes for a long moment, fighting off the frown and the images behind the curtains of her eyelids. Tobirama was at a loss of words, knowing how much physical affection meant for her comfort after such a dream - he didn't want to disturb this little peace he had provided then. It started to build up slowly. First with his arm wrapping around her, then when he added his other hand to stroke through her hair, tracing circles and moving through her locks.

Soon enough Y/n was completely engulfed by his embrace. Her own arms held around his torso, hanging on tight as a few stray tears ran down her cheeks.

"Y/n.." spoke Tobirama. His voice wasn't his usual baritone one, but instead it was so much more quiet, it was much softer, warm with care and love he carried for the woman in his arms. She swallowed the lump in her throat and lifted her head up, enough to meet his eyes once more. Puffy red skin surrounded her beautiful eyes, another tear taking shape already.

Tobirama exhaled through his nose, one of his open palms moving to cup her cheeks. His thumb moved back and forth with such care that it seemed as if he feared he would break her. His calloused hand held her like that, prompting her to move back slightly and let him just hold her and take a better look. His touch alone made warmth blossom over her cold skin, sending her blood circulating as her heart picked up pace.

His thumb caressed her cheek more, wiping away the tears that slid down. Before long his other hand detached itself from her waist and came to rest at the other side of her face; her own hands coming to wrap around his wrists, closing her eyes and basking in the pure solace she found in his hold. Her wet lashes touched her cheeks, fluttering ever so slightly and Tobirama watched, tilting his head to the side before leaning in. Pressing his lips against the crown of her head and holding himself there for a moment. Once he pulled away he searched for her eyes again, only to find them still closed. But the tiniest signs of a smile painted her features, it felt like color and warmth was seeping back into her.

Tobirama raised a brow when Y/n chuckled suddenly, burying her face in his open palms and hiding her abashed expression.

"What- Y/n?" Tobirama wanted to ask what was happening, confused at the sudden change of moods but he bid himself to stay quiet, a chuckle of his own interrupting his flow of thoughts. "What is it?" he opted to ask, searching for her eyes like that would give him an answer to his question.

"It's nothing, nothing at all." she responded, avoiding his gaze at first, but as the silence dragged on she was forced to look up and get captured in the eyes she loved so much.

"Well.... it's just you. You have this ability to be so sweet, and without uttering a single word." she explained herself, soft tone of voice carrying her words like a feather carried by the wind. Her voice was always a lullaby, a song, a melody to Tobirama's ears; her nimble fingers curled around his hands and brought them down from her face. And now her voice was still something so beautiful, now was no exception, and his smile was urged to spread further more at her words. And she continued- "And who would think a man so grumpy, such as yourself, would be comforting his beloved on a cold morning because of a bad dream-"

Tobirama shook his head at that, smile still ever-present on his lips.

"You have to learn to share your burdens with me, and not to hide them away and try to change the subject" he began, placing another chaste kiss on her forehead, at which she still leaned into. The troubles of her dreams would not be easily forgotten, especially not with a simple remark as she had just made. Still, Tobirama knew the limits, if he so much as saw a hint of hesitation he would stop his prying. But he knew the importance of sharing things such as these. Everyone has their limits and he would rather avoid what comes after the said limits have been surpassed. He himself suffered nightmares of his own, so he was no stranger to the heaviness they brought onto oneself.

"Let's get back inside first." He offered, said, as she stood up with one of her hands in his, bringing her up with him. She only nodded, looking at the garden for the final time before turning around with him. She moved languidly, moving into Tobirama in a subtle asking for his warmth again, which he immediately shared. Pulling her into his side once more, his arm draped around her waist as he led them both inside into the vast living room space. Morning was now quick approaching, and it would be no time until both of them had to leave for their own business. Tobirama wished they spend that time in peace and comfort.

The white haired Senju sat her down on the plush pillows at the table, guiding her carefully and gently, a hand on her shoulder before it retreated so he could stand up.

"I'll make us some tea." he announced, earning a guffawed look from his lover. With her neck craned slightly her eyes set upon his face she was met with the most gentle smile. Then he was off, disappearing into the kitchen ahead. From where she sat she could see him move about, fetching whatever he needed from the shelves.

The air was filled with gentle clicks of porcelain cups and soon the water boiling. Steam swirled in and slithered against the walls; white, thin and wispy. It moved like a snake, before being sucked out through a window that Tobirama opened, disturbing the dance of the steam. A subtle smell of mint and chamomile wafted in the air when the dry tea leaves were dropped into the boiling water, painting it a shade of honey yellow tinted with a deep green. The cool air still circulated throughout the home, now no longer as intruding as it was on the front porch but rather comforting when it began to mix with the heat inside.

Once the tea had been sat in front of the woman, her nimble fingers came to wrap around the small cup to lift it up to her lips. She paused, letting the smell come up to her nostrils before exhaling with a smile. Eyes came to close as she basked in the comforts of it. Tobirama sat beside her, nursing his own cup of tea, carefully as to not burn himself. The hot liquid was a salvation, it brought her to an ease instantly and gave her the relief of an empty mind. She had finally felt her heart settle back in her chest, the hum of her natural heartbeat returning. Even as they drank in silence, Y/n could feel the gaze of her husband as he looked over her features ,observing her every now and then, looking for any further signs of distress. And when he failed to find it he went back into his own mind, back to his own tea in hand. The silence went on undisturbed until the cups had been emptied completely. The sun now higher over the mountain that shielded the growing village.

Y/n took the utensils and the cups on the tray again, and disappeared in the kitchen to clean them. The water from the sink poured out cold and it splashed across her hands. It made her throat bob with a pang of anxiety that came out of the blue. Blood of her comrades, cold in her hellish dream. Yet she didn't stop, the thoughts only made her haste her task, and swiftly after she had been drying off the cups and placing them back on their shelves. The wave of disquiet went away, like it was never there in the first place. And Y/n went to retreat into the bedroom to change out of her own sleep clothes.

Tobirama was already inside, pulling over his work clothes just as she stepped in. He would have to take his leave very soon; it brought a sad smile to paint her features. She wished they could prolong their tranquil mornings.

Coming towards him he turned around in time for her to snake her arms around him, pressing her head against his shoulder. His arms came to envelope her, his warmth spreading across her entire body now, and his head came to lean against her. Her breath was gentle as she listened to his heart beat steadily.

"If.. if it would be of help, you could always tell me about your dreams. Don't hide yourself away from me.." said the gentle but gravelly voice of Tobirama; he treaded carefully, unsure of how exactly to word his thoughts. It was plagued with concern, he wanted nothing but to make dreams like this never happen again.

The woman in his arms nodded, eyes closed as she enjoyed the comforts of his embrace. Her hands went loose around his waist now, as tranquility overcame her once again.

"I know... I'm not hiding anything" she replied softly, nudging his head ever so slightly as to poke his neck with her nose. "It could have been worse.. but I promise to tell you when you get back, we don't want you running late" a sharp smile tugged at the corners of her lips and Tobirama seemed to feel it, as a smile of his own crept up his features.

"No, we don't want that '' he agreed, placing a quick kiss on top of her head, rubbing her back before he pulled away to gather his things.

Tobirama walked out to the front porch, his wife right behind him to say their goodbyes. He was going on a mission that day, and the night before both of them shared their time by cleaning off his armor, chatting. Now, Y/n took one more look at his armor, her fingers making a quick brush through his furred collar.

"Now you're all ready to go. Be sure to stay safe, don't be reckless" Tobirama huffed out a chuckle at her words, turning to face her fully with mirth in his eyes. She gleamed at him innocently, grinning before he brought her into a kiss. A quick one for their farewell, a silent promise of return lingering on his lips.

"I will, and you take care of yourself. '' And off he went, striding underneath the long and dark branches, and out of the yard. Fallen leaves blew and flew in the wind, as if following after him in their own silent good-luck bidding. A crow flew overhead, cawing while doing so before disappearing in the far horizon of blue.

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My Ao3

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ffeynn · 3 years ago

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hiya fey =] !! i love your blog a lot , do you mind writing xiao, tetora nagumo, and riddle rosehearts in love with a gn reader?? tysm - you’re doing wonderful and i hope your blog takes off !!!

「 is this how it feels, being in love: xiao, tetora and riddle 」

a/n: heyy!! ahhh yes thanku! and really! thanku again for your words! i think i messed up tetora's one,,, but i hope you enjoy it - even if it's a bit!!

pairing: xiao, nagumo tetora, riddle rosehearts x reader (seperates)

↬ xiao in love huh. he won’t take it well at first, constantly denying the fact that his heart flutters upon your arrival at wengshui inn, the fact that he was glaring at any person a bit too close to you out of jealousy, the fact that he smiled every time he looked at the embroidery you did for him.

☆ he heard your usual footsteps going up the stairs, the adeptus can’t help waiting for your figure to come up to him with a warm smile and a cheerful, “xiao!”

ah, there it is, the name he came to love whenever he heard it in your voice. your voice who has never ran out of patience with his behavior and somehow managed to rinse away any of his present worries. look at that smile you flashed at him, one he has seen all too many times yet the more he sees it, the more xiao craves for it. the yaksha can feel his lips tugging by a bit.

↬ xiao doesn’t know what came to him when he heard you were sick and before he knew it, he was already in front of your house. why’s he even visiting you - xiao has no reason to. but well here the yaksha was, worried sick about you.

☆ he expects for the worse, xiao does when he heard the news of you being sick. when he found out that it's just a normal fever, he felt relief. out of all emotion, xiao was relieved.

he might be protective but now that you're sick, he's more protective. what do you mean you need to go out? you don’t. he’ll get some herbs after his fight against the abyss mage for you. “you’re still sick, don’t move much.”

↬ xiao knows he’s in love with you. but what good will it do to him when you obviously will leave him just like the others do. this love probably won’t even be mutual, you must have someone more deserving of your love and time.

☆ or maybe that’s all only in his mind. the sight of you timidly trying to not avoid his eyes, your face growing deeper shades of red each seconds, your earnest voice confessing your deep feelings of love for him.

he knows you’re sincere, it’s a genuine love. one you have for him and one he has for you. it’s alright to be in love, he won’t trade it with anything nor will he avoid it any longer. if you’re the one he’s with, xiao will be more than glad to be in love.

↬ is he in love? tetora wonders if what he’s feeling toward you is love. yes he did have some fleeting crushes but that only extends to like. not love. though the way he feels around you, the subtle changes in his action around you, it feels so much like love.

☆ tetora was already by your classroom’s door after his class ended early. he was a bit embarrassed at the wondering, teasing stares he received. that all doesn't matter when you joyfully made your way toward him.

“ah tetora, thank you for waiting for me.” you said while dragging him away from the door since people were walking out. “it’s okay! i don’t mind waiting for you.” he ignores the fast beating of his heart when you hold his hand in yours.

↬ he’ll always help you (if he doesn't have something important going on)! tetora is a man, he’s a hero and he’s a person that’ll help you carry boxes down the stairs despite his arms almost giving up.

☆ “this.. no, no, i’m fine you don’t need to help.” or so he said. but thankfully, tetora successfully carried the heavy boxes downstairs. while it may not be so helpful for his practice later — wait it does — most definitely worth it.

you were worried about him, you were in a quick laughter at his stubbornness, you were smiling at him. it made him warm, tetora loves the way you made him feels. and when you cheer him on for his practice later, tetora had an inkling that today he’ll do much more better than before. and yes, he did.

↬ did something happen to you today? he noticed you look a bit down today. tetora will do anything just to see you happy again, you brighten up his day and he wants to do the same to you.

☆ how about cooking your favourite food? that’ll at least cheer you up a bit.. right? as much as he wants to cook for you all by his own, tetora knows it's better if he asks someone else to help. happened so his taishou was free! asking help from kuro about cooking is a splendid choice.

now, now. look at the outcome! with your favourite food neatly packed in a lunch box, tetora nervously, excitedly went to you. various kind of what ifs appearing in his mind. yet when he saw your face brightening up when you saw his figure walking up to you. wait. he still haven't give you his surprise food to you.. why are you already happy..

“tetora!” ah that doesn't matter, what matter is your smile who looks so lovely to him was now here again. and knowing it’s because of him, tetora loves it much more.

↬ just the thought of being in love with you flustered him. the poor boy probably doesn’t know what to name this feeling of his at first. riddle didn't have time to experience romance all his life, just studies and obeying his mother. but at nrc, his mother won't be there to monitor all his actions, he gains the littlest bit of freedom.

☆ riddle was acting suspicious yet the dorm leader himself didn't notice it. except it's ace and deuce, you got caught in trouble a lot of time with them. so when riddle seemed to be more lent toward you, softer.. something was up. what kind of riddle scolds a troublemaker with a smile on his face and with a tone so worried? a riddle who caught feelings.

“right, didn’t you say you want help for next week’s exam?” and just like that, he invited you out on a study date. the two other students almost gasped, even grim noticed the difference in riddle. the said male didn’t thought of it as a date at first but after ace pointed it out, his face grew red. cherry red.

↬ once he realized his feelings for you, riddle will be conscious of the occasional actions. like the hands bumping when they get a bit too close with each other, those times he fixed your tie neatly.

☆ he invited you on an evening tea time and you were surprised when you found out the only one there was him. “oh, you're finally here.” riddle went up to you and like a gentleman he is, the dorm leader pulled out your seat for you. thanking him, you complimented riddle - he looks slightly different today tho you don't know what it is but it's there.

riddle did dressed up today, just a slight change. he used a perfume which smell you said you like, his hair looking more slick and that's all. his dormmates who knows about this were too persistent to help riddle levels up his appearance, in the end he only agreed to two things. but when you took notice of the subtle changes and complimented him, maybe he will undo his unique magic on the poor dormmates.

↬ riddle gives you roses, freshly from heartslabyul's garden.

☆ he will uses his magic to pluck a few bloomed roses, get rid of the thorns and prettily wrapped it up into a bouquet. riddle gave you the bouquet once after the end of your usual tea time. it was so sudden, you were surprised by his abrupt romantic gesture.

despite of that, you love it. the expression you hold tell him you love it. and there isn't any rules telling them that plucking roses is forbidden so perhaps he might just try to be better at making bouquet. teas too, you said you love his teas and riddle - he was so happy (that he blushed!).

#genshin x reader #genshin imagines #genshin impact x reader #enstars x reader #enstars imagines #nagumo tetora x reader #twst x reader #twst imagines #riddle rosehearts x reader #fey.invites

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obscureamor · 4 years ago

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— something about you

⋯ ukai keishin x fem! reader

⋯ t/w | nsfw, noncon, choking, mentions of blood (you get cut on a thorn), degradation, ukai refers to himself as daddy, open ending (?), 18 y/o manager

» ukai can’t get sugawara’s girlfriend out of his head. you plague his thoughts and have him taking action in the worst way possible.

✧ a/n | i was putting off posting this for the longest because i’m honestly so nervous about it sksjjss but! this started out as a thirst and then spiraled out of control, so i do hope you enjoy! also... i wasn’t lying when i said i’d make reader work at a flower shop.

The smell of cigarette smoke clinging to his clothes invades each and every one of your senses, eyes watering at the intrusive scent. You didn’t understand. You couldn’t— You can’t understand. And as Coach Ukai mouths at your neck, teeth nipping at the skin, as his warm hands find their way under your uniform top; you finally realize that he’s going to make sure you understand by the time he’s done with you.

You were just so tantalizingly sweet. Sugawara Koushi’s precious little girlfriend. The backup setter that didn’t have much going on for him in terms of volleyball games, but who needed that when he had you by his side? You, who’d help manage the volleyball team. You, who’d always try to make small talk with Takeda-sensei and Ukai, profusely apologizing on your sudden— not so sudden —interruptions.

“C-Coach? I... I—” you choke, words that you want to say getting caught and your throat hurts; the feeling of it constricting with every breath, mouth dry. It seems like all the water in your body is going to your eyes as he presses you harder into the alley wall. The darkness of the night paired with the dull lighting from the street lamp up above doesn’t let your mind fully register the color of his hair. And you think maybe, just maybe, you can picture Koushi biting at your neck and his hands gripping your hips so tight, too tight you know bruises will blossom and you’ll both blush about it the next day.

It’s Koushi. It’s Koushi. Until your mind tells you it’s not.

Koushi would never take you in a dirty alleyway outside your job. He would never slam you so hard into a brick wall, you feel as if something’s broken. And most importantly, he knew where you worked. The small little flower shop that seemed like the epitome of you or you, it. You shine as bright as the sunflowers you care for. You exude love like the roses you de-thorn. You're as calm and devoted like the lavender you use as filler. You don’t know how Ukai knew you’d be here— in this exact moment, at this exact time —flowers in hand because it’s yours and Koushi’s anniversary.

Freesias, roses, and carnations bundled up and neatly tied.

Scattered. Scattered all over the ground in the dim lighting, petals crushed and weeping and trembling as your lips part to choke out a sob, trembling as his hand starts to reach into your panties. Ukai doesn’t know what it is about you. He’s asked himself that question night after night of his hand wrapped around his cock, cigarette hanging loosely from his lips as he jacks off. His warm cum splattering on his shirtless chest as he gets off to the thought of you.

“Been waiting for this... for so fucking long.” He breathes, pulling back from your neck to study your face but your eyes are locked onto the fallen bouquet behind him. “You’re such a teasing little slut.”

Koushi would never call you such words... at least not with so much animosity laced within. If you try, like really, really try, you can once again make yourself believe it’s Koushi’s hand. Koushi’s fingers poking and prodding at your entrance.

Your teeth clench, jaw setting, and—

There’s a loud smack that rings in your ears. It’s not your skin that burns. It’s not your skin that reddens at the contact. Ukai and you stare at each other as he pulls back, hand gripping his cheek as his other curls into a fist.

Always the one to be respectful, apologies come rushing out of your mouth. It falls from your lips like cherry blossoms in the spring. Your fingers splaying out before you, a silent warning to not come any closer because ‘You can leave. I-I won't report this. Just please leave, Ukai...’ But you’re so silly. You’re so naïve. Ukai isn’t listening anymore, mind focused on only taking what he wants especially after that little stunt you just pulled.

His hand falls to his side limply, staring at you with an expression you can’t read. You both can hear your panicked breathing. The way your lips part with words that can’t escape because you just want to get to Sugawara’s house. That’s all you want. That’s all you need, but when Ukai rushes towards you, fingers rooting and tugging you downward by your hair; you come to the conclusion that it’s no longer possible.

Your back hits the cement harshly, wind getting knocked out of you and stems crushing under your weight. A stray thorn you forgot to take off pricking you, digging deep into the skin like Ukai’s fingers on your hips. A strangled scream leaves your parted lips as warmth sticks to your skin from the small puncture.

“I-I need to—!” You need to what? You need to what? You don’t really know. Mind scrambling, thoughts running and scattering like petals in the wind. The only thing that registers is— “I-It hurts!” Your back arches, chest pushing into his, and when he places his hand on your chest, shoving you back down, the thorn shifts… a jagged line marring your skin. An even bigger cut oozing crimson that soaks the lone thorn. It’s no longer facing up from frantic shifts but stems still press into you uncomfortably.

“Look at me.” It’s mumbled, his warm hand wrapping around your throat ever so softly. You don’t think you’ve ever heard Coach Ukai so desperate. Not when the team is about to lose. Not when the team has lost. This is a different desperation that’s running through his veins. It soaks into his actions like flowers soak up water. Your vision clouds more, bright blond being looked at through splotchy vision. Your shoulders raise, body tensing as you look off to the side. “Look at me!” he shouts, hand around your throat tightening with a grip so strong it almost kills you.

Stubborn. Always so stubborn. You don’t do it. Instead, clenching your eyes shut, lips wobbling as you choke out another sob. Sobbing as his hands start to work off your pants leaving your lower half bare before he works off his belt. You gulp in breaths, barely listening as his lips part to utter words of disdain towards you and ‘If you even think about fighting back again, I’ll ruin you, you little bitch.’ The words hold so much weight. They fester in your stomach and the urge to kick and scratch at Ukai wells up even stronger.

“You slutty little manager.” His cock taps at your clit making you flinch. You can’t help but clench around nothing, an action you correlate with Koushi. And even though he’s not the one doing it, your body still reacts. “Always talking to me for a sliver of attention, huh!?”

“That’s not true!” you cry, head shaking frantically. ‘Get away! Get away!’ is repeated over and over, breathing frantic and hands coming up to his biceps. His statement is the furthest from the truth. Your actions of respect, mistaken for want. Ukai says nothing as he starts to push in, leaning forward so his face is right above yours. His actions are brash, thrusts frantic but he holds you as if you’re a flower about to fall from its stem. Your eyes shimmer with already shedded tears, brows furrowed as you speak, “Please, take it out! Please!”

He’s so different from Koushi— the feeling of him. His movements. The words he says to you are so different, but when he kisses you so softly, so feather light it reminds you of Sugawara and your pussy just gushes at the thought. Every push and pull just makes you mewl, sobs and pleas swallowed by Ukai’s warm tongue.

“Does he fuck you like this?” No. “Does he make you feel this good, huh?” Yes and even better.

Ten times better than Ukai could because Koushi knows your body. He sinks into you slowly and teases you so much you sob because you can’t take it anymore. He thrusts into you with such fervor, teasing voice asking, ‘You gonna cum on daddy’s cock like the little whore you are?’ Eyes scanning your body and hands gripping your heated flesh, lips mumbling words against yours. ‘My stupid little whore.’

“Daddy’s gonna fuck you so good.” Ukai’s voice cuts through your thoughts, cutting them away like garden shears to rose bushes in the summer. The sound of smacking reverberating throughout the alley leaves your ears ringing and your heart clenching in pain. An empty feeling in your chest blossoms because you wonder what Koushi’s thinking right now.

“You want daddy to cum in this pretty little cunt?” He groans. The vein on his cock is pressing up against your walls so snuggly and dragging against your walls so deliciously it makes you moan. But still, you shake your head no.

“Please don’t, Ukai,” you murmur, “P-Please... Y-You can’t—!”

“Yes I can and you better take every last. fucking. drop.” It’s snarled out, two fingers making their way into your mouth, calloused pads stroking the expanse of your tongue. The pink muscle writhes around his digits, trying to force him out but instead making him groan at your unconscious actions. “Tell me you want it.”

Garbled noises and whimpers leave you as he shifts his hips, repeatedly hitting that spongy spot. You gasp, back arching and hands grasping at his shirt. Every thrust moves you. It shakes your entire being with how roughly he’s thrusting into you and why does it feel so good? The realization makes your mind go blank, only focused on Ukai’s cock now pressing flush against your cervix with every thrust.

“N-Nnn... plea—” you try and force out, eyelids fluttering because too much is happening. You’re drunk off the feeling of him inside you but brought back down to earth as stems remind you of who you really belong to.

Ukai picks up his pace, fingers leaving your mouth and instead taking place on your clit. He’s rubbing tight circles as he raises to get a better look at you.

The tears in your eyes are now falling for a different reason.

“Tell me you want it!” he repeats.

“I don’t! I don’t want it!” you wail. “Please don’t! You can’t— You can’t cum inside!”

“I can’t?” He pouts, words mockingly said in disbelief. He watches as you shake your head, trying to move away but your slutty cunt just keeps sucking him in, gummy walls just trapping him. The warmth makes his hips stutter, but he wills himself. “You let Sugawara cum in this pretty pussy? You let him hit it raw?” He’s nodding his head and you don’t know why you repeat the action.

You’re sure every inch of you is going to be marked with bruises as his hips snap into yours, nails scratching at his skin and legs locking up. ‘Please don’t cum in me’ seems like the only phrase you know, puffy lips parting as you mewl. Ukai can see you creaming all over his cock, a milky ring left around his dick as you cry, body betraying you and leaving you with such dread. It’s betraying you. It’s betraying Koushi by cumming on another man’s cock. And even though it’s forced you can’t help but like it, walls fluttering like butterflies in the summer. Flowers bloom in your throat as you try and breathe. It blocks your airway and leaves you loathing the very thing that gives you life.

If you never met Koushi, would this still have happened?

Butterflies turn into wasps. You can’t hate him when he has no control over this.

The sight of you tensing, chest heaving has Ukai’s cock twitching. “I’m gonna— fuck!”

He pulls out... spilling himself on your lower half, shirt staining, and a gasp leaves you. It's silent before you can feel Ukai’s thumb draw soothing circles onto your hip. The action makes you want to hurl and the literal emptiness you feel when you stare at him makes you want to curl into yourself. Warmth seeps into your skin, eyes now focusing on the void sky as you will yourself to look down. Your lips tremble, shakily parting as you stare at the mess. There’s no way you can see Koushi like this. There’s no way you’re facing him with another man’s cum on—

“Let me drive you to Sugawara’s house...”

Freesias, roses, and carnations bundled up and neatly tied, left in a dirty alleyway as Koushi stares at his phone in his room. It’s bordering on 2am and he still hasn’t heard from you.

#yandere haikyuu #yandere haikyuu x reader #yandere x reader #yandere ukai keishin #yandere ukai x reader #i'm going mimis now bc i'm very scared about this and idk why sksjsjss #tw.noncon #tw blood #tw choking #haikyuu #ukai x reader

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Roses Are Red | Bang Chan

Genre: fluff, a little (ridiculous) drama, and a whole lot of crack

Pairing: Bang Chan x princess!reader

Au: royal / fantasy au

Word Count: ~11.2k

Warning(s): some censored language…?, author rambling on and on, some underdeveloped plot what can I say this is mostly for laughs and giggles

Summary: Royal Gardener Christopher Bang only ever wanted to make music all his life, but being orphaned due to a senseless war against the Fire Nation left him at the hands of the kingdom to decide his fate. When tending to some of the many royal roses one day, he happened upon the kingdom’s princess, Y/n, and love at first sight was quite the understatement. However, what they are both unaware of is that she may already be betrothed to another…

A/n: Requested by @hanniiesuckle17 | Masterlist linked down below and in bio!!!

Tag List: @hanniiesuckle17 / @distrikt9 / @hanstagrams / @hyunsunq / @smolboiseavey / @jisungsjheekies / @iluvlix / @straycozy / @stay-nctzen (Let me know if you’d like to be added! Comment, ask, or DM me! <3)

ღ Stray Kids M.List | M.List ღ

~ꕥꕥꕥ~

Howdy y’all

It’s been a while since I’ve written anything in this format…

I know many of you are still waiting for me to finish light switch and let me tell you it IS still...under construction ._.”

I can’t stay loyal to one story at a time and life gets hectic ya dig?

...But I promise that EVENTUALLY MAYBE SOMETIME SOON I’ll get around to carving the second half of it

N E way let’s get this ball rolling! ->

So once upon a time in a far away land…

...Did you just roll your eyes or yawn? >:(( Don’t do that this is totally exciting

Okay so once upon a time in a far away land

There was a princess named Y/n <3 yes, that would be you, sis

She was the cream of the crop, the bees knees, the peanut butter to everyone’s jelly

...Well maybe like 90% of the jelly

There’s always gonna be haters or skeptics nothing we can do about that ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Anyway you were basically loved by almost everyone in the kingdom, for your kindness, hospitality, forthcomingness, honesty, bravery, generosity, and sophistication

Also, you were quite beautiful <3 like now teehee

But there was only one problem

Besides the fact that 10% of the jelly jar had peanut butter lodged in their brain

And that was that your father, the king, refused to let you go outside. Like ever. The only time you saw the sun and felt the wind through your hair was from your highest-Rapunzel-tower window, during required festival appearances or during emergency evacuations because THE FIRE NATION WAS ATTACKING!!!! 🔥 (╯°□°)╯🔥🔥🔥

This, however, rarely happened...er, maybe just once, but it was a false alarm because your half-brother Felix had stayed up too late playing video games (YES there is technology in this medieval au sorry not sorry) and he was just...seeing things

He’d been really stressed because his mother, your actually kind and not at all wicked stepmother, had been lowkey pressuring him to find a lovely princess consort or young fletching maiden

He didn’t necessarily have a problem with that, except for the fact that the whole thing was a huge problem that was stressing him out...marriage??? What was that again??? He kinda just wanted to run around the forest practicing archery with his friends, Dark Knight Changbin and Court Jester Jisung (read: pizza and video games)

BUT THIS WASN’T ABOUT HIM, THIS STORY IS ABOUT YOU (ง'̀-'́)ง

...Which is what I was getting at

You see

Felix was a great brother regardless of his mistake of screaming about a false Fire Nation attack and throwing you out of bed at 4 am

Besides being fun and great support/company, he also had this...friend...

A boy named Christopher Bang (♥‿♥)

He often went by Bang Chan tho, and he was ALSO your kingdom’s royal gardener

You know this because you often enjoyed watching him tend to the roses outside your tower, and occasionally would hide in the closet when you were SUPPOSED to be at violin lessons but instead dressed Felix up as your stunt double to spy while Chan watered and changed out the soil of the daffodils in your room

Daffodils were your favorite flower next to tulips and cherry blossoms and sunflowers

And

Almost every other flower in existence that Chan had anything to do with (♥‿♥)

...What could you say, you were hopelessly in love

But he didn’t know that

And the odd thing was

He felt the very same way about you

~ꕥꕥꕥ~

Can we finally get to some real-time story now?

Okay well

Channie’s pov now here y’all

Bang Chan had been the castle gardener for what felt like eons

His parents had disappeared to fight in the war with the Fire Nation and never came back…

:(((

So from a young age, before he was old enough to count, his mom and dad entrusted him to kingdom’s orphanage with care

The local nuns raised him well, and blessed him many times over

He grew up with two best friends there -> a shy boy named Han Jisung and a more confident one named Seo Changbin

The three of them were transferred to work under the kingdom after the local coming-of-age ceremony given to all children when they turn 15

And I totally didn’t steal half of that from an anime or anything...well, just a bit; 25%

So the three of them were whisked off to be given roles of their own to fulfill in order to contribute to society

Changbin was given the title of Dark Knight for his bravery and supreme combat skills

Jisung was awarded the title of Court Jester due to the fact he always made everyone laugh, despite his naturally shy and more introverted demeanor

And Bang Chan, as he preferred to be called, was granted the title of gardener...because...well, they actually denied his musician application, believe it or not

Now, before you get mad

I KNOW, RIGHT?!?!

ARE THESE GUYS FOOLS OR SOMETHING???

WHO WOULD DENY SUCH A TALENTED--

...Well, they were ignorant buffoons, unfortunately (｡•́︿•̀｡)

So he was forever stuck as a royal gardener because, he worked hard, the court knew it, and their predecessor gardener at the time was kidnapped by the Fire Nation

No one knows why and it’s not important (sorry random garden dude)

He’s okay though...we think

Anyway

So Bang Chan fit the role

And now at 23, to this day he still fit the role

It was the same mundane routine every day

W a t e r t h e p l a n t s

C u t t h e v e g e t a b l e s

S n i p t h e t h o r n s

T r i m t h e v i n e s

C h a n g e t h e s o i l

U G H ! ! !

It got to be downright tedious and vexing repeating the same routine like a Zombie by Day6

Which is the song he often hummed with a lull in his eyes as he w a t e r e d and c u t and s n i p p e d and t r i m m e d

And c h a n g e d eua;bhuisahfvirs WAIT A SECOND

(Oh, we’re backing up to age 16 for a sec)

He’s outside the tallest tower s n i p p i n g the thorns on another rose bush when

He looks up to see what time of day it is and stretch his aching back

And he sees

Up in the window

A g i r l ? ? ?

……

Who is she

She’s GORGEOUS

WOW

HE HAS TO SQUINT BUT HE’S STILL GOT 20/20 VISION AND HE KNOWS A CUTE GIRL WHEN HE SEES ONE

HE’S GOT TEENAGE BOY RADAR

Wowza

She’s h o t 🥵🥵

Like the sun beating down on his face right now

Hot hot

Bruuuuuuuuuuuh--

OUCH! The thorns…

He can’t be getting lost in the waking daydream glancing out her window above him, he’s got a job to do

Flashforward to a few days later, when he makes an excuse to go back to Tower C and tend to the roses that don’t need tending to

She’s not there :((

Darn

He looks left and right before burying himself into the bushes so he can wait and see if she shows up

But this poor boy is so overworked that he falls asleep

Poor guy needed a nap anyway 😔😔

He’s having a peaceful dreamless sleep when a song enters his mind

It’s actually a song he wrote, when he applied to be a castle musician

He wakes to hearing the song above him

The sweet, sweet melody just wafting daintily through the air

It’s coming from somewhere above him

...But he’s snagged in the thorn bush and can’t get out 🗿💧

O o p s

Rip

Maybe the bushes did need some work after all--

By the time he rips himself out and basically lost half of his shirt in the process, the song is almost over, coming to a soft decrescendo into a gentle pianissimo

That’s fancy music talk for slowly growing softer and more quiet and ending with a soft, maybe slightly breathy tone

Thankfully it’s cloudy that day so he doesn’t have to squint this time

And BOY IS HE GLAD ABOUT THAT BECAUSE GOOD GRAVY

IT’S HER AGAIN

THE LOVELY MAIDEN HE SAW TWO DAYS AGO

WHO IS SHE?!?!

“Oh, that’s Princess Y/n.”

JISUNG?!?! WHERE DID YOU COME FROM

Boy deadass just pops out of a rose bush like a weasel 🗿💧 what the what

His court jester hat has a few loose thorns in it, and it’s fallen askew to cover half of his face

“...That’s Princess Y/n?” Chan askes, totally in awe

You have such a lovely voice

And he’s bewildered as to how you know his song, seeing as it was a confidential piece he only played for a private group of royals once when auditioning

Jisung just nods, fixing his hat only to have a few of the bells bounce around and whop him in the face

One jingled all the way right into his eye…

But he carries on unaffected; must be used to it <_<

“Yeah, her dad is a total overbearing crazy-protective psycho. ...Well, maybe not psycho, but...he’s crazy protective of his daughter. He’s scared if she takes one step outside, some Fire Nation goon is gonna come popping out of a bush like Team Rocket in almost every old school pokemon episode and kidnap her like Pikachu.”

“...I thought Pikachu always got away.”

“...Oh yeah. 🤔 Bad example then.”

“You are a bad example.”

“Oh yeah?! Well you’re...a good example!”

“...Jisung that was a compliment. And thank you.”

“.........”

...Moving on

“What can you tell me about her?”

“OOOOOOO...Why? You got a crush on her, bro?”

“...I’m just...curious why the king would wanna keep her locked away in a tower like a Christian Anderson tale.”

Jisung sighs and places his hands on his hips like a lecturing mother. “Are you serious? I just told you, His Majesty is crazy overprotective of his only daughter...also, wouldn’t you wanna keep a beauty like that locked away if she were your daughter???”

Chan gives him a disgusted look. “No? Because I’m not an insecure psychopath?? Everyone deserves to be happy and free…” He glances up to the tower. “That can’t be healthy being held prisoner in a giant dungeon like that.”

“True, true...I’d still keep her locked away, though.”

“Jisung!!! Seriously?!”

“WHAT?” (ง'̀-'́)ง “I KNOW HOW TEENAGE BOYS ARE!!! THEY’RE GONNA CATCH THESE HANDS BEFORE I LET ONE OF THEIR GRUBBY LITTLE--”

Chan clamps his hand over his friend’s mouth. “I’m gonna stop you right there. Goodbye, Jisung.”

He looks at you one last time, marveling at your beauty with a hint of pity in his eyes before walking away

~ꕥꕥꕥ~

You hadn’t noticed that day, seven years ago, being too lost in a daydream over whether you wanted tea or a nice iced latte with your lunch...despite how loud they were being

It was one of the few enjoyments of your day

One the few things you got to look forward to: choosing what to have for a meal

Choosing what to wear that was within your parent’s standards

Choosing whether you wanted to wile away the hours reading a book or watching Royal TV or scribbling some poorly drawn comics of what your life COULD be like were you NOT a princess with an overbearing father…

S i g h

You’re hanging upside down on your giant canopy bed in a very unladylike fashion when Felix enters the room. You must have not heard him knock, and he’s like

😳😳💧

To which you “oop-” and quickly throw yourself over in an upright position

“...Sorry you had to see that.”

“It’s fine.” He laughs a bit and closes the door behind him. “So, whatcha up to?”

“......”

Did he have to ask you that? The question sort of burned. What were you supposed to do??? “Just...chillin.”

“Like a villain?”

“In the...millen.”

He laughed at your attempt to carry out the rhyme. “What’s a millen?”

You shrugged. He sat down at the dining table you normally ate at, crossing his feet over the table. “Well, I’ll do you one better. I came to ask if you’d like to accompany me to--”

“WHERE?!?!?!”

\(ಠAಠ)/

You’re right there in his face, shaking his shoulders before he can get another word out.

Felix, wanting to take you OUT OF THE PALACE?!??!?!?!?

THAT WAS HUGE

THIS WAS HUGE

OMGRAVY WHAT WOULD YOU WEAR?!

YOU DIDN’T EVEN CARE WHERE YOU WERE GOING, JUST THE FACT THAT YOU WERE GETTING OUT OF THE HOUSE WAS ENOUGH

...You should still probably let him finish, though

Felix (@-@) <- was dizzy for a moment, but once he got his head back on straight, he explained that he’d ask your father if the two of you could go shopping together-- just for a few hours

Felix was the sweetest brother ;-; the sweetest BOY ಥ_ಥ

You were going to have so much fun browsing the shops that you’d only ever read about in novels and seen on TV

The two of you would get popcorn and ice cream and feed the pigeons and do rain dances around the park fountain

And you’d come back with so many souvenirs and nostalgic timepieces from your little journey (╥﹏╥)

It was going to be the BEST. DAY. EVER!

*insert that Spongebob episode here*

……

Or not

Because

Shortly after the two of you skipped hand-in-hand like Hansel and Gretel down to the Royal Throne room

Your father gave the two of you a big fat N O

Jerk…

His booming voice declared, “NO BEAUTIFUL DAUGHTER OF MINE WILL BE SEEN BILLOWING ABOUT THE CITY STREETS!!! That’s like asking to be kidnapped and used as a means of war!!!”

UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUASDFGHJKL;;SVBU;IABV;SIFABVIFARHVS

HE DIDN’T UNDERSTAND ANYTHING BUT WAR AND TAXES!!! IT WAS SO ANNOYING!!!

So, the two of you are forced back to your room alone…

And Felix comforts you and apologizes a thousand times over, words that should coming out of your father’s mouth instead

~ꕥꕥꕥ~

~LATER THAT DAY~

Well, it’s more like evening now

The sun is setting comfortably over the horizon

And Felix has just returned from his shopping trip without you 😔😔

Now before you get angry and call him a traitor, he actually had a fit and refused to go

He even came close to knocking over a table

But that wouldn’t be very gentlemanly and his mother was present

It was his mother that insisted he had to go in order to make a required public appearance for the kingdom and “hopefully find a lady that spotted his fancy” or whatever

Yeah, Felix rolled his eyes too

But he had no choice ://

If it makes you feel any better, he didn’t enjoy himself at all

He spent the whole time thinking about you and looking wistfully at the palace in the distance, to the tower you were most likely glaring wistfully back from

He was now tromping tired princely feet up the winding steps to at least give you a nice gift he’d brought back for you, and some flowers he’d gotten from a recently opened flower shop called Christopher’s Garden

A very nice not-yet-elderly couple ran the shop in honor of their lost son, who they hadn’t heard from since they returned from war

The story was quite sad and bittersweet

……

Shhh we’ll get there later it’s called foreshadowing（∩‿∩）

He’s about three-quarters of the way there when he’s suddenly ambushed by-- you guessed it-- Team Rocket!1!1

Jk it’s Jisung and Changbin

They’re the new Jessie and James of this story except they’re actually good

“Felix!!!”

“SH*T!!!”

Oop

They nearly gave him a heart attack!!! >A<

He almost beats them with the flowers, too, until he remembers last minute they’re for you

“WHAT DO YOU WANT NEVER DO THAT AGAIN”

“I CAN’T MAKE ANY PROMISES BUT WE NEED TO TALK TO YOU ABOUT SOMETHING”

“WHAT IS IT”

Changbin sighs in his heavy, overzealous knightly gear. “Maybe the two of you can keep it down before you wake the princess?”

Felix shrugs. “Eh, Y/n is always up at this hour. She’s actually a night owl, but don’t tell the king that. Or her teachers.”

Bin smirks. “Noted--”

<_<

Felix has to smack him, which is a hard two second decision but you’re his sister and family comes first 😔😔 But he makes it up by giving Bin a flower, which he awkwardly accepts

“So what was it you wanted to tell me?”

Jisung nods his jingle bell hat all over the place like a bobblehead. “Yeah, okay, so-- check this out!”

He jumps a few steps ahead so he can have room to put on a one-man show. Changbin groans and crosses his arms, while Felix eyes him curiously

“I have this friend, right? Well, we do, actually! Me and Changbin!”

The Dark Knight tilts his head. “You mean Chan?”

“YEA-- I mean, yeah!” He starts bouncing around, mining walking around the garden surrounding the palace walls. “So...I never told you this, but a few years ago...more like seven, I was going for a walk when I spotted him outside the princess’ tower! And I stopped and went ten-thousand stealth mode!”

He mimes diving into the bushes. Changbin rolls his eyes.

“He’d totally fallen asleep in the rose bushes, so I--”

“Could you maybe not talk like you’re twelve?”

“......”

Before the two can start quarreling like a couple of twelve year olds, Felix takes on a responsible air, stepping between them

“Hang on...your friend? Was loitering outside my sister’s room?”

Jisung pops his head over Changbin, which really isn’t that hard. “Yeah, he’s the royal gardener! But like, I don’t think the roses needed tending to that day...and after I revealed myself, he was asking a LOT-- well a few...questions about her. Hint hint, my boy’s in love.”

“Love?”

“Love, bro. Like the real sappy stuff.”

“...Love.”

“...Yes.”

“Your friend. Is in love with my sister.”

“...That would be what I just told you, yes.”

“...Wait. Chan as in, Bang Chan? ...OUR friend Chan?!”

“That’s him!”

“Okay okay hold on,” Changbin waves his arms through the air. “Love is a strong word...and this is Chan we’re talking about. He loves just about everybody. He’s nice and empathetic to everyone. Just last week I had to turn away two maids and a palace chef who’d gotten the same mixed signals.”

Jisung shrugs. “Yeah, well…”

“Also this was seven years ago?!”

“...Yeah…”

Changbin deadpans. “So you got me all hyped about jumping Felix for some love story that probably isn’t even real. Seven years is a long time, Jisung. He may have forgotten about her already-- NOT THAT SHE’S SOMEONE TO BE FORGOTTEN.”

He had to finish that last sentence real quick from the look Felix was giving him. The boy sighs, shifting his gifts into one arm so he can run a small hand through his wind-blown hair. “...This is kind of crazy Jisung, even for you. Why are you bringing this up now of all times?”

“...Well…”

👉👈

“I overheard a royal meeting I shouldn’t have about an hour ago...and your dad was talking about having Y/n engaged.”

“What?!?”

“To the Fire Nation king.”

“WHAT?!?!”

“People often refer to him as Zuko, for reasons unknown, but his real name is Minho.”

“.........”

With fever and a newfound energy, Felix tries bursting up the steps to your room. But unfortunately, Team Rocket stops him.

“MOVE! I have to talk to Y/n about this!!!”

“Hang on! The whole reason I brought up my homeboy in the first place was to maybe stop this suspiciously dangerous and shady deal! If Y/n has already fallen in love with someone else, maybe the king will have a change of heart!!!”

Felix groans, glaring harshly in a manner that isn’t really like him. “Han, her father keeps her locked away in a plush-tailored dungeon and refuses to let her go outside, not even on a short shopping trip with her own brother. He doesn’t want her to be seen, and he certainly doesn’t want her falling in love.”

“Well--!” Han balls his hands into fists. “I WAS TRYING OKAY?! I LIKE Y/N TOO, SHE’S A TIMEPIECE GAL WHEN I’M ACTUALLY ALLOWED TO BE WITHIN TEN FEET OF HER!!!”

“Dang…” Changbin groans. “So you don’t think I’ll be able to ask her out this weekend?”

“......” “......”

The glare he gets from both men is a definite no

~ꕥꕥꕥ~

So what are we to do about a situation like this?

Well I’m glad you asked because we’re about to find out

IRONICALLY right at that moment, you were supposed to be in a late-running math session on how taxing the economy works but

Instead you were blissfully hidden in the closet, watching Chan plant a newly discovered breed of roses on your balcony the author forgot to mention you even had

It was an indoor balcony of sorts; fenced in with mesh and curtains to keep the bugs and trespassers out

There was a cute little garden table with comfy chairs and a small bookshelf

As well as a mini bar and even a small stereo system B))

You’re the princess sis

This was your world since you weren’t allowed to experience the real one

To explain, you had a window right next to it that you often looked out, since your balcony was more or less closed off…

Hopefully that makes sense ._.”

Alright anyhoo

So Chan is planting some gorgeous purple roses that only ever existed in Animal Crossing until now

The most lusciously soft and purpley purple that ever was and ever would be

And here’s you, hunkered down in the closet like a stalker spying on him with one eye and a slit through the cracked door

WHEN ALL OF A SUDDEN

Bang!

The door flies open!

A wild Felix appears!1!1

Uh-oh

He’s probably looking for you, but given the equally wild look on his face

He’s probably not aware of Chan’s job, coming in to tend to your plants when you’re scheduled to be absent

Wait they’re friends right

So he isn’t gonna kill him...right?!

Or does this mean he was gonna kill him that much more?!

OH NO

FELIX NO PLS

You’re holding your breath and waiting for the right moment to pounce and topple your half-brother to the floor when apprehensively

He checks his surroundings quickly before shutting the door behind him

……

What the what is this about--

“We need to talk,” Felix starts, pacing to the dining table where he usually sits. Chan freezes, blinking a few times into the roses and the air above them before turning a blank stare the prince’s way.

“Okay,” he states back, “what’s on your mind?”

“About Y/n…”

About you?

“Princess Y/n? What about?”

Yes, what about you?

“...Jisung…” he sighs. “Look, I know it’s been a while since we’ve talked. Let me start by apologizing about that.”

“Oh, no need to apologize. You’re the prince, and I’m the gardener. We’re both quite busy with our—“

“Jisung told me you like Y/n.”

………

…………

……………

I’m s o r r y

WhAT WAS THAT

WHAT DID HE JUST SAY?!

Okay okay hold up

Han Jisung was the court clown and notorious for pranks and lying his ass off

Surely this was just a (albeit cruel) joke…

...Right?!

…

Bang Chan’s ears are turning red

Redder than the roses outside your window

He’s biting his lip, like he wants to say something, but is trying hard to suppress said something

His hands are clenched down into the dirt…

“...Well?” asks Felix. “Is it true?”

“...It’s…”

!!!

WHAT WHAT IT’S WHAT

TELL ME FLOWER BOY WHAT IS IT

SPILL THE BEANS ALREADY

Haha get it…

Beans……

Like seeds……..

...Anyway

“......”

He nods, softly, barely. Bang Chan nods his approval at Felix’s proposed statement.

Is this even real right now…?

Is this allowed?! 😩

Instead of jumping the guy like you thought he would, Felix instead smiles, so brightly it would be enough to scare off the Fire Nation and save thousands of lives

“Oh wow. Oh f*ck. You like my sister. This is...shouldn’t I be mad right now?”

He begins to pace

“...But I’m not. I’m genuinely okay with this. Better than okay. It’s...weird.”

“Probably because Y/n may be saved from marrying Prince Hellhole of the Underworld now.”

The two of them (and you still in the closet) jump at the sound of a new voice wafting in from the ceiling. Looking up, a set of bells can be seen hanging out if the air vent

...Has that always been there?!

Oh my gravy what if Han Jisung has spied on you before

What if someone else has?!

Felix scowls angrily at the vent before lifting a pen off your desk and throwing it with surprisingly good accuracy

It must have hit something because next thing you know Jisung is saying “ow!” and climbing down at the Prince’s demand

“What the hell were you doing up there?!”

“Detective work.”

“You’re banned from doing detective work anywhere near this room.”

“What about Changbin?”

“What?!”

“Oh uhhh...nothing.”

The clanking of heavy armor trying to escape travels across the ceiling…

And Felix huffs.

“CHANGBIN I KNOW THAT’S YOU.”

~~~

So I’m gonna do a mini skip right here to get the ball rolling

After Bin is dragged down and everyone (minus you) is accounted for

The four guys are sitting around your dining table, a sinister(?) plot coming to notion

“Okay,” Felix begins, “So what we know is, according to what Jisung overheard, this arms race war of sorts against the Fire Nation is coming to a rock and a hard place for both sides. And to resolve this issue, it would appear that Y/n is being offered as a bargaining chip. A wedding to unite the two kingdoms.”

……

Everyone is pretty silent

You included, not that you can say anything at the moment…

But just because you’re silent on the outside doesn’t mean you don’t have a million thoughts racing through your head

Let’s get to the most pressing one that’d likely catch your attention first: MARRIAGE?!?!

With whom?!?!

How dare some old geezers try and pawn you off without your permission?! To the enemy?!? To a man you didn’t even know?!?!

WHAT IF HE WAS REALLY OLD

OR GROSS

OR BOTH

OR WHAT IF--

Han suddenly has something to say

Then again when does the boy not

He lunges across the table to grasp at Chan’s hands. “PLEASE, YOU HAVE TO MARRY THE PRINCESS SO SHE WON’T BE SENT AWAY AND I CAN STOP AWKWARDLY CATCHING YOU SPYING ON HER OUTSIDE!!!”

!!!

OH UH

WHA?!

Chan’s ears are turning red again. He’s got a brow quirked like he doesn’t know what Jisung is talking about, but averts his gaze all the same in a guilty manner

Felix is tapping his fingers against his forearm in an attempt to ignore that confession

And Changbin is just sitting next to Chan half confused and half annoyed

“I- I can’t just… Jisung what you’re asking is…”

“It’s too much,” Bin cuts in. “Jisung you can’t just ask someone, much less tell them, to marry a person they have a far-longing crush on, but really know nothing about. They’ve never even spoken to each other before, I can assume, and you’re telling them to spend the rest of their lives in a commitment? That’s intense.”

Jisung pouts. “Yeah, but…!”

“What if we just faked a marriage?”

Three stunned faces (four if we’re counting you) turn eyes upon the eldest and only prince. He smiles warmly, sending a warily comforting shiver down your spine that you have trouble placing as good or bad.

“What do you mean?” Changbin asks.

“I doubt the king is going to accept Y/n’s wishes in all of this, so we can’t just have her or Chan ask to be wed. But if they’re already married…”

Jisung’s face lights up. “Then there’s nothing the king or Fire Nation fools can do about it!!! That’s BRILLIA--”

“But it would just be a ruse. We’ll have a fake license made, and I can supply the rings. I’ve got plenty of underground connections~”

You’re looking at Chan’s face to see what he thinks of all this, but unfortunately his back is to you, and Changbin is blocking 90% of your view…

You can, however, see that his ears are still a flushed scarlet, as well as the base of his neck

“Would you be okay with that?”

He jumps. Felix and the others blink expectantly.

“...Huh?”

“...Are you okay with being my sister’s fake husband for a few hours?”

It’s gotta be the awkwardest question you’ve ever heard coming out of your brother’s mouth, but then…

“Yeah. If it’ll protect Y/n...let’s do it.”

……

It’s the first time you’ve heard him not refer to you as the princess, but rather, just yourself

~ꕥꕥꕥ~

OKAY WE’RE GONNA TRY AND START CRAMMING THINGS WITHOUT CRAMMING TOO MUCH BECAUSE HNNNNN I DON’T WANT THIS TO BE TOO LONG AND DRAWN OUT ಥ_ಥ

SO ON THAT NOTE

Meanwhile in a diabolical castle not too far away but still kinda far

(͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)⊃━━☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ

We’ve got an evil firelord named Zuko over here

But he’s not really evil :(( In fact he’s not evil at all!!!

His name isn’t even Zuko it’s Minho

And he’s just kinda mean is all…

Just a smidge | |

“My Lord Zuko!!!” An attendant bows, groveling at the steps to the throne

He’s some weird guy with an eyepatch

Not important but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

The Fire King growls, swirling a glass of something strong

“I told you that’s not my name,” he states, tossing the glass after a single gulp. Dang. Intense.

The attendant :((, covering his face like a scared manchild. “PLEASE FORGIVE ME YOUR GRACE!!!”

Minho rolls his eyes. “If I do, will you man up and give me the details on the Nation of (Your Kingdom Name Here)?”

“Oh, yes, yes! Thank you, sire!!!”

“...S u r e.” He blinks a few times, only sparing the slightest hint of a smile when one of the three cats wandering the kingdom jumps onto his lap. “Well? Get on with it.”

“Yes, sire, right away!” Patchy pulls out an enormously large scroll that should NOT have been able to fit in his pocket similar to the mechanics of Animal Crossing (seriously how is it you’re able to fit a giant whale into your pocket and like a freaking tarantula and a hive of wasps like idk about you sis but I would NOT be putting those things in my pocket-) “It would appear that the Princess of (Nation) has given her consent to marry His Royal Highness of the Tallest Order Fire Nation King Zu-- ...L-Lee Minho of the Tallest Order of the Nation of Fire and All Things Cat Related.”

Minho is nodding, a pleasant smirk on his face. Things were just going swimmingly for him. “Perfect. Just as I thought they would. Seungmin? Jeongin?”

From the shadows, two boys stepped forward. “Yes, Your Grace?”

“Please plan my arrival to the Nation of (Your Nation) at once. I’d like to arrive no later than the end of the week.”

“...Sire, with all due respect…” Seungmin swallows. “That’s in two days. Normally, I’d have to send a carrier pigeon to customs since you banned technology after that one disapproving cat commercial, and as you know, your cats are constantly eating both the birds and the notes…”

“......”

Minho shrugs. “And? So? Just write a new note and buy more birds. There’s no time to waste!”

Seungmin and Jeongin share a look. Arguing against the King would be suicide, so…

“...Yes, Your Unreasonable Grace.”

“Grea-- wait what?”

Comically, they both vanish before any more words can be said.

~ꕥꕥꕥ~

Moving right along here

That night, after the sun has fully set and you’re getting ready to tuck yourself into bed

There’s a strange sound coming from the window…

. . .

Creepy but probably nothing

It’s just the wind, right?

You choose to ignore it and continue organizing the pillows (and dolls?) on your bed in a fashion that suits your fancy when

Tap Tap Tap

. . .

It’s either an incredible coincidence that wind can tap in such a rhythmic fashion, and not so sporadically, or…

There’s someone at the window

...No, really

SOMEONE IS OUTSIDE SIS

THERE’S A FREAKY LOOKIN’ SHADOW RIGHT THERE

On the twelfth floor tho?!

…

Should you answer it

Survey says no

Are you going to?

The stars say yes

BUT FIRST WE MUST ARM OURSELVES BC WE AREN’T TOTAL DUMDUMS 😩

You grab an ornate candlestick from your nightstand and start heading that way

Slowly, carefully, one foot at a time

The closer you get, the more prominent the shadow outside the window becomes…

It almost looks kinda like…

...A tumbleweed? A scarecrow???

………

You’re scared

SOMEONE COMING THIS HIGH MUST BE SKILLED AND DETERMINED AND HAS TO KNOW IT’S YOU OR MAYBE IT’S A THIEF THAT--

“Princess? Princess Y/n?”

!!!

Gasp you know that voice

It’s… …

Without a moment to lose you ditch the candlestick and unlock the hinges, tossing the windows open to…

Watch your beloved…

...Almost fall and crack his head open ._.”

Chan is laughing nervously hanging onto the windowsill with a faint pink mark on his cheek from where the window popped him

You cry out nervously and with an effort on both parts, manage to hoist him inside

Where he clichely falls on top of you 🌚🌚 Teehee 🥴

You can feel the heat rising to your face and swirling around your head that’s already been spinning with thoughts for a while now

And Chan, catching his breath over you, practically mirrors that reaction

I Am You

I see me in you--

Okay sorry

Chan laughs the whole thing off and rolls himself off like Nishinoya performing his famous Rolling Thunder, and helps you up while profusely asking if you’re alright, if you need to sit down, you should probably sit down, oh I’m so sorry Felix told me you stayed up late so--

Ah wait

“He told you that? When?”

You’re now sitting on the side of your bed, and Chan is standing a few feet away with windblown hair that could easily be mistaken for a tumbleweed through the dead of night

The fact that you’re staring at it makes him a little self conscious, but really you were just thinking about how cute he looks

“Uh, he told me a few hours ago. We were just...chatting, and um…”

……

He cuts himself off and sighs into his hands

“I’m so sorry. You probably don’t even know who I am.”

“I do.”

“You do?”

“I do.” You smile. “You’re the gardener. Your name is…” You blush. “Christopher Bang. You take care of the roses at the base of the tower and you planted the purple ones on my balcony today. You’re also a friend of my brother’s.”

“Wow, okay yeah.” He smiles back. Seeing him smiling at you while acknowledging the other, the faint flicker of candlelight (Felix broke your lamp during a karate stunt to make you laugh)...it’s almost too much to handle. “That would sort of explain why you let an absolute stranger into your bedroom at night.”

………

Oop

He had a point there

Blame the author sis she’s got three other WIPs rn and wanted to get this done while doing a semi-decent job (｡•́︿•̀｡)💧

“I-I just...have a strong sense of adventure,” you lied. Kinda. Reality was, you really WERE longing for a chance to explore and have just a little excitement in your life instead of the same boring gray stone walls each and every day

Lucky for you, that’s exactly what Chan was here for

The next thing you see is his hand in your face (a still-respectable distance away), offering you quite the gentlemanly smile. He managed to fix that windblown hair of his in the seconds you spent spaced out over your longing to leave this place

“Come on. I actually came here to ask if you’d like to go somewhere with me.”

~~~

A little disclosure here

Normally, you should never, EVER let someone you don’t really know into your home (much less your bedroom) late at night, and you certainly should not agree to go somewhere with them

This is just common knowledge, I know

But, for crack, time, and in the spirit of classic fairytales, I’m going to allow it to happen :)))

~~~

AND SO, Y/n chooses to defy common sense, and takes the hand of the boy she really likes (▰˘◡˘▰)

~ꕥꕥꕥ~

To make things slightly less weird and insanely unnatural, Chan gives you a note from Felix. It’s got his secret seal of approval that he only uses when addressing letters to you, one that only the two of you know about, so it’s gotta be legit and valid

🙄🙄

Just pretend it makes things A LITTLE bit better for me, okay?

“Author do you know how illogical this all is and that, like, ANYONE could figure out--”

YEAH OKAY JUST GO WITH IT PLS 😩😩

The note says:

𝒟𝑒𝒶𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝒴/𝓃, 𝒴𝑒𝑒𝓉! 𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝓉𝓇𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝓂𝓎 𝓂𝒶𝓃 𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓃, 𝐼 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓎𝑜𝓊'𝓋𝑒 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒𝒹 𝒽𝒾𝓂 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝒶 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝓁𝑒 ;) 𝐼 𝒹𝒾𝒹 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝒻𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒶 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓅𝓊𝓉 𝓉𝓌𝑜 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝓌𝑜 𝓉𝑜𝑔𝑒𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇...𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓉, 𝓌𝑒𝓁𝓁, 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑜𝓃...𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓈𝑒 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓈𝓅𝒶𝒸𝑒𝒹 𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝑜𝓃 𝓂𝑒. 𝐼𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝒷𝑒𝒸𝒶𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝒽𝒾𝓂, 𝓇𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉? 𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓁𝑜𝑜𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓉 𝓂𝓎 𝒷𝑜𝓎 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒. 𝐼'𝓋𝑒 𝑔𝒾𝓋𝑒𝓃 𝒽𝒾𝓂 𝓂𝓎 𝒷𝓁𝑒𝓈𝓈𝒾𝓃𝑔, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝐼'𝓂 𝑔𝒾𝓋𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒾𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊. 𝒢𝑜 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝒶 𝓃𝒾𝒸𝑒 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒, 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓎 𝓃𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝓊𝓈 𝒾𝓃𝓈𝒾𝒹𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓅𝒶𝓁𝒶𝒸𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝓋𝒾𝒹𝑒 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓎𝑜𝓊. 𝒫.𝒮. - 𝒯𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒷𝒾𝓉 𝒾𝓈 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓃, 𝓈𝑜 𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓅 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒, 𝒴/𝓃!

𝒜𝓁𝓇𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝓂𝒶𝓃, 𝓃𝑜 𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒹 𝒻𝑒𝑒𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝐼 𝑔𝑜𝓉𝓉𝒶 𝒹𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒷𝒾𝓉. 𝒴/𝓃 𝒷𝑒𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒷𝑒 𝒷𝒶𝒸𝓀 𝒽𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝓊𝓃𝒽𝒶𝓇𝓂𝑒𝒹 𝓊𝓃𝓉𝑜𝓊𝒸𝒽𝑒𝒹 𝓊𝓃𝓈𝒸𝒶𝓉𝒽𝑒𝒹 𝓃𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓁𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓃 𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓅𝓎 𝒷𝓎 𝓃𝑜 𝓁𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓃 𝓂𝒾𝒹𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝐼 𝒷𝑒𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝒻𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝓎 𝒻𝓊𝓃𝓃𝓎 𝒷𝓊𝓈𝒾𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝑔𝑜𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑜𝓃 𝑒𝒾𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇. 𝐵𝓊𝓉 𝓂𝑜𝓈𝓉 𝒾𝓂𝓅𝑜𝓇𝓉𝒶𝓃𝓉𝓁𝓎, 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝒶 𝓃𝒾𝒸𝑒 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒. :)

-- 𝒲𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓂𝓊𝒸𝒽 𝒹𝒾𝓈𝓂𝒶𝓎 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓁𝓎 𝑜𝓀𝒶𝓎 𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓅𝒾𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈, 𝐹𝑒𝓁𝒾𝓍 (ℱ )

...Well, there you had it

Now, onto the date! …

WAIT DID THIS COUNT AS A DATE?!

uHHHHHH

ಥ_ಥ 💧

IDK SIS JUST GO WITH IT FOR NOW, GO GO GO!

Chan is about to take your hand and wisk you out the window like Rapunzel or some Romeo and Juliet au (hey btw??? That ain’t a bad idea someone request this from me)

He nearly forgets about the height difference and the fact that he don’t have any rope or long flowing locks to grab onto to :D so instead the two of you opt for an idea that comes to you after nearly tearing your room apart to look for rope:

THE AIR VENT!!!

You have to move some furniture around but it’s not like anyone is gonna come into your room or find out about you missing anyway

Reader: “Chan came into my room tho--”

SHHHHH THAT’S DIFFERENT IT’S CALLED PLOT CONTINUATION

Now

After getting lost for approximately ten minutes in the winding air ducts, Chan manages to get his poor sleep deprived brain together and leads you down the right path, coming to a purifying viel(?) he knocks out of the way to kick the door open to outside

AND THEN

IT’S THE MOST GLORIOUS AND MAGICAL THING

IT’S

（つ﹏╰）

SIS IT’S OUTSIDE

IT’S THE OUTSIDE WORLD

YOU DID IT--

……

You can’t do it

Chan jumps out easily onto the grass to some East side of the palace, but you just sit there, hunkered down in the opening space of the vent

Just staring at it

The grass

The trees

The tumbleweed that is Chan’s hair blow by

It’s almost too much…

Your body won’t move. You’ve been locked away in the palace for so long now...something inside of you is telling you it’s morally wrong to change that now.

“Hey wait author I have a question”

I’m kinda in the middle of telling a semi-deep part of the story but okay sure

“If Chan and I were on the twelfth floor how is it that we made it to the--”

SHHHHH AGAIN JUST HUMOR ME AND DON’T OVERTHINK THINGS

Chan is watching you with some sort of softness in his eyes illuminated by starlight. He holds his hands out to you.

“It’s okay. If you need me to, I can carry you for as long as I’m able.”

…

But you refuse

You need to cross this bridge

And then you need to burn it 🔥

NO GOING BACK SIS

NO GOING BACK 😤😤

...Except you’re always open for an excuse to be close to Chan so 🤪💓

You jump in his arms without much of a second thought, and without thinking he spins you around, and a moment later

Both of your slippered feet hit the ground below

Soft earth enveloping your heels

Blades of grass tickling your skin

It’s so WEIRD BUT

It’s a good kind of weird

A kind of weird you’d love to get used to

Hand in hand the two of you slip off after that, out into that starry starry night that looks like a Van Gogh painting

It’s beautiful and blurred yet sharp and soft yet bright and you feel like queen of the world as you’re running through Central Park, riding on Chan’s shoulders

Dancing around the center fountain

Nearly blowing your cover when a racoon runs by

It’d be kinda bad if someone saw you, much less recognized who you were 😅

The two of you lay on the hillside, where Chan makes up stories about the stars and you smile at the sound of his voice, and the feeling of wildflowers against your cheek

You’re so enthralled that you scarcely notice when his voice trails off as he’s watching you, admiring your beauty as he often has in days gone by, only this time it’s up close and nearly surreal

The girl of his dreams lying in a bed of flowers

Not palace-tainted ones either -> wildflowers, flowers that are free to billow any way the wind takes them

And the moonlight casting perfectly angular shadows over your body

He has to get a hold of himself and tear himself away with a sharp breath

……

But he’s adding the image to a memory in his heart, that’s for sure

He takes a moment to mull over it a few more times before dusting himself off, standing, and reaching out to you. Something you also want to get used to other than being in the Great Outdoors. “Come on,” he says, “We’ve almost used up all our time, and I haven’t even been able to show you the town yet.”

SHOPPING~! (っ◔◡◔)っ ♥

...Ah wait it was night time 😔 You’d have to settle for just seeing the sights and playing pretend

“We’re gonna do something called window shopping.”

“Window shopping?” You ask, taking your first steps down main street. “What’s that?”

Surprisingly, there were a few stragglers still out and about at this hour, so you had to keep your head down and wander as seamlessly as possible off to the side of the road.

“Window shopping is when you wander around a shopping district just to look at the stuff on display. You shop with your eyes and pick out things you like.”

That sounded kinda fun

Of course anything with Chan sounded like a good time to you (♥‿♥)

And so, still hand in hand, the two of you quietly walked the cobblestone streets, examining clothes and trinkets in the large glass windows of stores and commenting lightly on things you liked/disliked

And, over a short span of time, you felt a gentle shift as Chan entwined his fingers with yours

ƪ(˘⌣˘)┐ ƪ(˘⌣˘)ʃ ┌(˘⌣˘)ʃ

You wander the streets for a while longer, taking a left here, a right there, when after pacing a little ways down a side street connecting to a sleepy neighborhood, Chan stops quite abruptly

His arms and posture is rigid af, so it almost yanks you back a bit, and a little startled you look up to see what it is he’s gawking at

…

It’s a flower shop

And the big sign across the roof’s edge says, “Christopher’s Garden”

~ꕥꕥꕥ~

Christopher’s Garden was the name Chan’s parents had wanted to name the flower shop the two of them had dreamed of opening together

Chan knows this because of the letters he’d receive at the orphanage during the war

The last letter he received was when he was eleven years old; a simple “hello we miss you” update with a miniature bouquet of pressed wildflowers

Flowers he still kept in his small room at the palace, tapped to the inside of the box where all his letters are stored

Faintly, he reaches out towards the sign, like it’s the only thing around him; suddenly there is no village, no night time, and there almost isn’t a Y/n either

Not that you aren’t important…

He just simply can’t believe that…

…

This couldn’t be real, it had to be a coincidence

A cruel one, but still

A coincidence nonetheless

And he’d continue to think that had he not lowered his hand, and found the face of an older man staring back at him

A man with burn marks on his cheeks and the scars of war apparent in both his features and his eyes

He has to grip the doorway to keep himself from falling backward

For it may have been many years, but he could never forget the face of his own son; not even after time had aged him

The parental spark was just there, a father’s intuition

……

As if seeming to understand, Y/n lets him go

She retreats stage left, one, two paces

And watches with heartfelt joy as the two men embrace somberly beneath the moonlight.

~ꕥꕥꕥ~

You wanted to stay and watch

You really really did

You wanted to be that support beam for Chan, but

In a way, you also didn’t want to intrude on such an important family moment

...And you were more or less due back at midnight 🙄 Cinderella much?

You’re racing along the alleyways right now

Slippers puffing a muffled breath with each step along the pavement

Buildings casting shadows and jagged shapes of light along the way

A random cloth you borrowed from behind a grocery masking your head

You found it lying over some crates of produce; and you may or may not have borrowed a few plums for the road, too…

...You’d have someone pay them back with interest 🤷

You probably should have told Chan you were heading back, but

He needed his family, right?

This was really important to him, you could tell he obviously hadn’t seen his dad, uncle, or whoever that man was back there in a while

You could catch him up later, right?

He’d probably spend the night there and be back by morning or mid-afternoon

You’re just now reaching a fork in the road

You could keep going straight or make a slanted right venturing toward the front gate, which connects the pastures of hills (making up Central Park) to the palace

……

It would probably be better to stick the backways, but you didn’t know the area that well…

If you went back into civilization, although it was after curfew and despite your disguise, someone may still spot you

What to do what to do what to--

“So you’re the Princess of (Kingdom Name).”

!!!

Did

Did someone just--

ARE THEY TALKING TO YOU?!?

RUN?!

DO WE RUN ...

“You don’t have to be frightened.” the voice says, stepping closer. “I’m here to take you home.”

……...

🚩🚩🚩

:))))))))

Yes okay now we RUN 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️💨

You make a break for it down the straight path, letting your veil fly away from your body and temporarily blind whoever’s following you

You also make good use of those plums you stole, tossing them like bombs over your shoulder

“Argh--! Dang it, sh*t, I can’t sEE--” Your pursuers flail about before shredding the cloth to bits, whipping the fruit off their faces. “AFTER HER!!!”

!!!!!!

DID HE JUST SAY--?!

HHHHHHHHHHHH

The sound of heavy metal clanging against cobblestone bounces off the space behind you as you’re pounding, scrambling, flinging yourself in a zigzag pattern in case someone is trying to snipe you

IT’S WHAT ALL THE RIDICULOUS HEROES IN MOVIES DO, OKAY?!

IT’S MORE OR LESS EFFECTIVE

But alas there are so many boxes and wheelbarrows and junk in the way...

MOVE FASTER YOU CAN HEAR THEM GAINING ON YOU

But wait who even is “them” anyway???

Do you even need to know?! It was probably some councilman your stepmother or father pissed off

You’d seen it all on TV and read plenty of horror stories in books to know there were endless reasons why someone would be targeting you for vengeance

...And, also…

……

Blast it all

You could hear your father’s voice echoing:

“NO BEAUTIFUL DAUGHTER OF MINE WILL BE SEEN BILLOWING ABOUT THE CITY STREETS!!! That’s like asking to be kidnapped and used as a means of war!!!”

“A means of war!!!”

…………………………………...g u l p

ಥ_ಥ

YOU JUST WANTED TO HAVE A GOOD TIME OKAY

THAT’S ALL

GIRLS JUST WANNA HAVE FUN 😩😩

HE SHOULD TRY SITTING ON HIS ASS DAY IN AND DAY OUT IT’S MIND-NUMBINGLY BORING 🔥🔥🔥

But boy were you getting your fill of excitement now

If you could just make it back to the palace, maybe you could use this as an excuse

Say you were kidnapped and made a grand escape

...It wasn’t a TOTAL lie…

“Oh Princess~ Princess Y/n, slow down, won’t you please?!”

LIBSDIBVISAFBILSFIL

NOT ON YOUR LIFE BUDDY 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️💨

WE AIN’T ABOUT TO DIE

GOTTA

HURRYYYYYYY

~ t r i p ! ~

Oh-- ...

THUD

Owowowowow… (｡>︿<｡)💧

………………

……………………………

ಠ_ಠ

You slowly look up to the enemy

(͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ❤️ “Guess who? ...Oh, wait, we’ve never met before.”

………………..

Crap.

~ꕥꕥꕥ~

The plan was going to be very simple: swoop in, rescue the princess, and take her back home to appease to the King and speed up the royal wedding of the century

Unfortunately, nothing was ever simple in the Fire Nation

That and, well, Minho had spies everywhere

He’d seen your photograph

He knew what you looked like

And when one of his minion’s squeaked saying they spotted a certain soon-to-be-and-technically-already-so engaged princess and coming-soon queen of the Fire Nation running around after hours with another man, well

He just couldn’t have that

It simply wasn’t allowed

The king had promised him your hand

And that’s exactly what he was going to get

“Tie her wrists tighter. Yes. Now a little closer to the left…”

He smiles at you from inside the back of the carriage. He was about to make this go his way faster than he could have hoped for.

He leans forward, now dressed in some ridiculous royal garb festive with plated armor and flapping ribbons, patting your knee with smooth-lined fingers that shouldn’t belong to someone ruling the Fire Nation. And he knows this, too. He was and still is the youngest king to ever hold the throne. “Don’t worry, Princess, I simply wish to escort you home. This is, however, a pleasant time for us to get acquainted. Since I will become your husband in the next twenty-four to forty-eight hours.”

To this, the Princess of (Your Castle) makes some sort of a scoffing remark beneath her cloth-covered mouth and fidgets herself away, as far back against the plush carriage interior as she can. Even beneath the pale moonlight and faint swaying torchlight outside, bobbing in the hands of soldiers, he can see the scowl of disapproval and hatred on her face.

That would have to change real’ fast. No way he was tolerating a disobedient bride for long.

A rapping comes from outside the window. Carefully, Minho opens the small glass door, pulling the curtain aside along with it. “What is it?”

Seungmin’s face appears in the open space. “We may have a problem. Two, actually.”

“Yes, yes, what are they?”

His first attendant licks his lips nervously. “Well for starters, Jeongin is going to have a mental breakdown if Doongi scratches his face one more time. Your pets--”

“My family.”

“...Your family is getting antsy being cooped up in the carriage for so long.”

A hissing can be heard in the distance, followed by Jeongin’s muffled scream. Minho sighs.

“Fine, Fine…” He glances tentatively at his soon-to-be bride. “We’ll stop at the next fork in the road and switch passengers. I will ride with the children and Jeongin can accompany Princess Y/n until we arrive.”

“Very good, Your Majesty.”

Minho makes a face, suddenly. “...It shouldn’t be long now, yes?” ((After all, you and Chan did WALK into town.)) “What’s taking so long? How much farther?”

Seungmin looks a bit grave. “...That’s...the other thing I wished to speak to you about.”

“???”

~ꕥꕥꕥ~

You can hear the shouting from your new location inside a smaller (yet still quite plush and fancy) carriage that’s covered in cat fur...and a pitiful attendant with a bloodied face

“So we’ve been traveling in circles this whole TIME?!?!”

Oof

That kind of anger didn’t bode well for whoever’s plan this was

“Ahh…we’re so sorry, Your Majesty! But the guard won’t let us through! They refused to take us seriously when we proclaimed to be the Fire Nation escorting the Princess home…”

The Fire King let out a groan.

You zoom your attention on the boy before you, holding a dampened cloth of alcohol to his face and hissing as it makes contact with several wounds. Poor guy is young, and he couldn’t be too much younger than you. Give or take three to four years.

“M-mm-m, mm mm-mm mm m.”

He looks at you like you’re speaking in tongues. Which, quite frankly, you may as well be. “...What?”

“Mm mmm, m-mm-m, mm mm-mm mm m!”

“.........”

Peering left and then right, he makes sure both curtains are closed before leaning forward and pulling down the cloth over your face. You cough a bit, spitting out pieces of string and fabric and the dry taste in your mouth. “...”

“......” Jeongin seems to be admiring you in a new sort of light. It’s a bit weird, but flattering. “Um, what was it that you tried to say?”

You look him dead in the eye, which is somewhat hard to do, but your anger helps you manage. Jeongin winces backward, something twitching in his mind. “I said, if I were you, I would blow this joint.”

“.........” Jeongin glances down at his shoes, staring hard at the laces. He seems to be taking your words quite seriously, though you’d half meant them as a joke. “...I’m in no position to do such a thing. Just thinking about it is treason.”

“Treason? For having thoughts? You don’t have any mind readers in your country, do you?”

Slowly, he shakes his head no. It was kinda cute how seriously he was taking your words...and a bit sad, too. “No, we don’t dwell in psychics or anything supernatural. But the author of this story has been kinda thinking about making a supernatural au for some time now--”

“Huh?”

“Hmm?”

“.........”

A rapping comes at the carriage door. Jeongin acknowledges it with a nod. “...Never mind.” He opens the window. There, again, was Seungmin’s floating head alongside a ball of fire.

“His Majesty Pain-in-the-Ass is being difficult again. Imagine that. He wants us to make camp and then plans on playing the martyr card come tomorrow morning.”

“...He expects us to camp out in the woods?”

“That’s the order.”

Jeongin groans. He leans back in his seat, tossing the rag down in frustration. “...Maybe I really should consider running away…are you hiring, by chance?”

It was meant to be a joke. But you take it all too seriously.

“Why, yes, actually, I am.” :))))))))))

“....................”

~ꕥꕥꕥ~

And so that is how you have now ended up here

In front of a roaring fire

All comfy cozy in the new fleece pajamas Jeongin and Seungmin sewed for you out of one of Minho’s extra capes and some “spare” fabrics

Sipping some freshly pressed apple juice and flipping through King Minho’s edition of Royalty Daily

Seungmin, to your left, is fashioning you a new pair of slippers that you can wear both indoors and out and will feel as if you never stepped out of bed

And Jeongin, to your right, slowly moving an electric fan around your face, in a pleasant manner that wasn’t at all distracting

It was glorious, really ٩(˘◡˘)۶

You never imagined being so relaxed in an enemy camp held hostage, even if you were a Princess…

...The only thing sour was the sour look of King Minho brooding at the other side of the fire.

“What is the meaning of this?” he hisses, eyes flitting back and forth between his two former attendants and you in-between. “Why aren’t the two of you doing your normal duties?”

“We are doing our normal duties,” Seungmin explains, snipping the thread he was working with.

“No, you’re not.”

“Yes, we are.”

“Are you defying me right now?!”

Minnie scoffs. “Defying? You? Wouldn’t dream of it, Sire.”

“......” Minho dramatically rose from his seat, snatching a slipper off the boy’s lap. “Then what is the meaning of this,” he demands, shaking it about. You notice from a new angle of lighting the cute white polka dots patterned along dark pink fabric. Adorable. “Why are you...restyling my slippers?!”

Seungmin gives a reputable glare, snatching the slipper right back in the sassiest way possible, and dusts it carefully, as if it were tainted by the mere touch of another. “These are not for you, dear King. They are for My Lady, Princess Y/n.”

O-O

Now surely you can imagine, the look on Minho’s face is not a good one. “They’re… They… Y-Your whAT?!?!”

“SHHHHHHH!!!” Jeongin chimes. “Lord Zuko, you must keep your voice down! The Princess is trying to read, and she has sensitive hearing!” >:((

“.........”

(✿︶‿︶)

*Sluuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurp*

You sip that apple juice like it’s the sweetest tonic out there

And Minho, stunned, can only watch...until he throws down his foot and starts having an unroyaly absurd hissy fit

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOUR PRINCESS?! SHE’S MY BRIDE, AND THE HOSTAGE!!! And what do you think the two of you are doing?! What are you saying?!? Have you...are you telling me you switched sides?!?!”

“Well…”

“We aren’t telling you, we were hoping you’d get the memo by watching.”

!? “ARRRGH!!!”

._____.

The three of you watch with second-hand embarrassment, along with a couple of nearby guards, until

The King has to pause mid-fit

For a rustling in the bushes pulls his attention aside-- along with the others.

Minho seems to gain his composure surprisingly quickly. With serious glint in his eyes, he pulls his sword, in unison with the surrounding army he’d brought.

Behind you, Jeongin respectfully pulls you close, Seungmin brandishing his own blade and standing protectively before you.

You’re confused, almost, at how high the tension had magically become

You can feel Jeongin’s heartbeat against you back, and the silence amid the rustle is deafening

A single bead of sweat rolls down your neck…

And then evaporates when a field mouse screeches at the glinting of sharp metal objects and flees. 🗿💧

“Oh...false alarm…” the Fire King sighs. His army groans, reupholstering their swords and spears

And then jump in surprise at the ambush that comes after

~ꕥꕥꕥ~

I know we’re 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️ flying through this story kinda fast now but just hang tight

Cause a few familiar faces had come to save the day B))

Familiar faces known as Sir Changbin, Newly-awarded Knight Jisung, and brother who loved you a little too much, Felix

The way your brother’s sword clashed with Minho’s as your new attendants hurried you into the awaiting cart was a sight to behold

And you could still hear the screams of startled men even now :(((

Luckily Felix held a philosophy unlike your father to not cause any permanent damage at all costs, so no casualties occurred; just a lot of smoke-bombing and a few cuts and bruises

Then there was Jisung, who had to hang on to the roof bc he went flying during the ambush and landed in a tree and there just wasn’t enough time to get him inside so Changbin had to snap a branch and let him fall on top...but

You know

No casualties :))))

“Are you okay?!?!” Felix is demanding, checking you face, your neck, your hands. You sigh and shake your head, which at first he takes as a no and has a small panic attack but you give him a little shove followed by a hug

“I’m fine. I’m sorry I was gone for so long...but thank you for saving me.” <3

Felix hugs you back, though a grim look resides on his face. “I’m gonna have a serious talk with Chan. I can’t believe he just left you out in the city-- or the forest-- to find your own way home in the dead of night when you’ve scarcely left the palace before!”

!!!

You jump back, startling him a bit. “Chan didn’t leave me! Please...don’t be mad at him.”

“Wha?” He lists his head. “Then what happened?”

“......” Oops. “I...I left him. I thought I could make it back on my own.”

His arms cross. “And what the heck made you think that?”

>:((((((((

At this, you almost felt a sense of defiance. Almost.

Felix didn’t think you could make it on your own?! You?!? A twenty-something year old young woman?!?!?

...Well he was right because you had absolutely no sense of direction except where the shampoo was in your royal bathroom 😔

BUT HE DIDN’T HAVE TO RUB IT IN Y’KNOW?!?!

“I--!”

“You? Yes?”

“......”

“......” Sigh. “Okay, okay, I’ll tell you...but first you have to let my friends go.”

The screen pans over to Seungmin and Jeongin, tied back to back with apples shoved in their mouths. Seungmin stared a hole into Felix’s head while Jeongin was actually making some decent progress getting a bite out of the apple to free himself...until some juice went down the wrong pipe and he started choking.

“RhUK--!!!”

“Your friends?” The prince huffs. “These are the Fire Lord’s attendants. I’ve met them on two occasions in the past. Trust me, they aren’t your...friends.”

You stamp your foot, to which everyone comically flinched. Outside, Han howled at the branches slapping him in the face and the dust in his eyes. “They work for me now, and they’re my friends!!! 😤😤 So let them go right now or I’ll push them out and roll out of here right beside them!”

“!!!”

Felix couldn’t have this, so

He gets to untying, and once freed, the four of you sit on the empty cart floor: you and your attendants on one side, Felix on the other. He exchanges a few words with Changbin up front and Han still on the roof before settling down for your story

“We should be arriving to the west gates shortly. Also, Han is fine, so don’t worry about him. Tell me everything that happened.”

You do. You start from the beginning, with Chan, and the wonderful time the two of you shared. Then you tell him about the village, and how lovely window shopping was, and the moment that all came to a halt. You explain Christopher’s Garden, the aging man who sleepily walked out the front door, the exchange that occurred between him and Chan...the way they embraced. You’d felt so happy but out of place, you decided to venture off and give them the privacy they very much deserved.

Then you come around to Minho. How you’d tried to run, but only made it so far thanks to your new mortal enemy, rocks. You’d become a hostage, and you quickly rush through the rival king’s evil(?) plan to lie his way to victory.

And, of course, you mention the proud and wise decision of his most loyal and trusted adversaries switching sides and how good you are at making friends (ღ˘⌣˘)♥ so that happened

By the time you get through the whole (short? Not really) story, the six of you have arrived at (Castle’s) West Gate.

~ꕥꕥꕥ~

M E A N W H I L E

In the past tense bc the author’s random switching is a meme

A certain evil(?) king named Minho was angry

You can understand, right?

I mean, his future bride had escaped, his former friends(?) betrayed him, and he got his ass beat pretty flawlessly by some punk prince who didn’t even injure him that badly...ON PURPOSE

This was a DISASTER

A TOTAL NIGHTMARE

😭😭😭

SCREW THIS HE WAS GOING TO BE VICTORIOUS WITH CHAMPAGNE POURING OVER US AND ALL HIS FRIENDS AND HE WOULD BE GLORIOUS NO MATTER WHAT

In fact, he was following the trail with a few uninjured guards as he spoke

“Keep following the tracks,” he demanded from the window of his carriage. Doongi, Soongi, and Dori all meowed in agreement. “I want those fools hand-tied and the princess back in her station before the sun rises. Is that clear?”

“Crystal, Sir!!!” They all cried. Minho scoffed, closing the window and falling back exhaustively in his seat

He messaged his temples...since Jeongin wasn’t there to do it for him

How did this happen?

How could he lose?

How could he let you and the others just escape like that...and fall for such a subtle, dumb trick?

Also…...there was the matter of his childish behavior from before

In front of the princess, his future wife

His friends

His army

……

That really hadn’t been like him at all

He just...was so stressed lately

And exhausted

Did he mention exhausted?

What time was it, like, 1 am???

That might be fine for you, but normally this king had his ass under covers by 11 pm

He could scarcely keep his eyes open were it not for all the rocks and potholes and--

…

And the curious young man that just stumbled out into the road.

Minho leaned forward, staring through the open front window, squinting in the darkness to make out a face; was that one of the boys? Was that Seungmin, or Jeongin perhaps?

It certainly didn’t sound like it-- the sap was calling out a name, and seemed to be dressed in tattered old clothes. Probably a peasant looking for his lost sheep or dog.

But then his men pulled the carriage closer, since that previous battle had spooked all the horses away, and Minho was able to make out a name: “Y/n!!! Princess, say, “here I am!!!””

…………

(͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Gottem.

~ꕥꕥꕥ~

To be continued...maybe.

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Obey me! Masterlist

New stuff first.

My requests are closed

Obey me! Fanart Masterlist

Obey me! Nsfw Masterlist

Obey me! Monster tales

Domestic Diavolo headcanons

Lilies and Thorns *ft Diavolo x reader*

part: 1 I 2 I 3 I 4 I 5 I 6 I

The brothers cuddle your plush toy

You are a vampire and crave their blood

Diavolo helping a sick reader

Diavolo reacting to you wearing a sexy wolf costume

The Brothers reacting to you wearing a sexy Halloween costume

The brothers brushing your hair

Asmo comforts you

You and Barbatos have a joint birthday party

Barbatos coming to the realization he sees Luke like a son

Luke getting comforted by you after getting bullied

Luke and have fun at an icecream shop

Barbatos being dragged to chuck E cheese by Luke and Diavolo

Lukes rebelling phase

Luke, Simeon and you going to the amusement park for his birthday

You come out as Nonbinary

The brothers accidentally hurt you badly

Passing out at Diavolos party

Lucifer with a mute s/o

Asmodeus reacting to a teen reader coming to him crying

Asmo with an hopeless romantic

Loving you- ft Asmo and ace reader

72 Investigations

The mystery of the missing Ruri-Chan part 2 *done*

Obey me! Being best friends with the brothers

You hide behind them because of something that scared you

Baking a Ruri-chan cake for Levi

Levi with an s/o who feels very lovey with him

You get jealous at one of levi 2d crushes

Gifting the boys something but you are already gone

Wedding day - minific ft.Asmo

Morning Sunrise ft. Beel and Belphie

The twins struggle to surprise each other

You share a birthdayparty with Belphie and Beel

Baking cake- Beel and Belphie

Valentine’s day taste testing - Ft. Mammon

Getting your first kiss on valentines day

Snowstorm — ft. Diavolo

Body swapping with a brother (Levi, Mammon and Belphie)

How to become a Demon Ruler 201

Part: 00 I 01 I 02 I 03 I 04 I 05 I 06 I 07 I 08 I 09 I 10 I 11 I 12 I 13 I 14 I 15 I 16 I

How to become a Demon Ruler 101 au ft. Diavolo and Barbatos *done*

Part: 01 I 02 I 03 I 04 I 05 I 06 I 07 I 08 I 09 I 10 I 11 I 12 I 13 I 14

They are your penpals

badass mc accidentally injuring themselves, only to nonchalantly patch themselves up

The demon bros walk in to you aggressively screaming into a pillow

You get pictures taken but the photographer things you are ugly

Falling Angel - mini au ft. Lucifer

demon brothers react to getting coal in their stockings

Obey me! Kissing under the mistletoe

Winter solstice - Obey me! Au Ft. Levi

You get injured when you faint

Solomon as your big brother

Everyone react of someone tried to attack Luke and you protect him

You protect them from an assassination plan and take a hit

Obey me! The brothers reacting when you fall down the stairs

Cherry Serpent - ft. Levi /idol reader

Obey me the boys are sick and you look after them - part 2

obey me boys are sick and you look after them

The brothers when you are insecure

You and one of the boys adopted a pet together

Diavolo and gn!mc going on a date

You like giving random hugs and kisses, but suddenly stop

Obey me! Trick or treat?

You admit that you killed a demon student out of self defense

Satans Birthday date

You get adopted by Lucifer and Diavolo

You dressing up with the boys for halloween

You spook the brothers with scary makeup

My demon family - birthday party

My Demon family *au were Luicfer and Diavolo adopt you*

You eat something deadly to demons but harmless to humans

undateables reactions to you kissing their cheek

the brothers reactions to you giving them a love bite or hickey

Solomon is your best friend

You are stronger then the brothers

The brothers reacting to you crying

The undateables see you cry

The brothers react to Solomon's dad and MC's mom gotten married

The brothers reactions when you enjoy to run and jump on their back

Keeping a secret from you

You threaten to call the police

Brothers reacting your bestfriend

You accidentally kiss Mammon

Diavolo's reaction to getting a love letter from you

Solomon and reader on a date

Angel in Hell Season 2 *done*

part 1 | 2 I 3 I 4 I 5 I 6 I 7 I 8 I 9

Angel in hell *angel mc au* *done*

An Angel comes to Hell *part of the angel mc au*

You accidentally punch the brothers on reflex

You accidentally kiss Levi

Would the brothers ever baby MC?

The undateables having a nightmare of killing you

brothers having a nightmare of killing you

Solomon is falling for a you

Dress up with Asmo

Asking the brothers to be your “lip model”

brothers react to you creating them in the sims 4

Obey me! When you get dizzy/faint

Brothers + Diavolo when you are easily scared/spooked

You show “Train to Busan” to the brothers

The brothers falling asleep on you

You take your anger out on a punching bag

you get a piggyback ride from the brothers

brothers + simeon with a crush

The undateable guys when they have a crush

Obey me! Eating ice-cream with the boys

The reader is a toddler

You grow animals ears and a tail

Anime recommendations for the obey me crew

Obey me! How they would sit on the couch

You call the demon brothers 'Senpai

Fairy regrows wings ft. Satan, Simeon and Barbatos

You have a custom body pillow of the brothers + Diavolo

Obey me! With a famous model

you have issues eating when stressed

You and the demon brothers spend an entire day in bed

brothers reaction to randomly discovering that you sing really nice

You wake up suddenly and have the ability to read minds

Hop off my d/v with Lucifer

You dress up as them in their demon form

the boys being the little spoon

you accidentally eat a aphrodisiac

brothers reaction to catching a guy to take pictures/videos under your skirt

Brushing their hair

When you sleeptalk

You think dating is annoying?

Obey me! Exchange student with communication issues

When you are sick

Obey me! You ask them to do thier makeup

the boys reacting to you being put under a love potion

Obey me! The brothers accidentally hurt you

Obey me! The brothers find your sketchbook

You take care of Leviathans tail

You are scared of their demon form

You are attacked by a demon and die *or not*

The brothers accidentally tug on readers long hair

Reaction to a virgin + Simeon and Diavolo

You get attacked by a demon and die *or not* - Lucifer

you kiss the boys randomly

You kick some random demons butt with your martial arts skills

Domestic life with the Brothers - SFW

MC is a terrible cook and it tastes really good to demons

MC that loves huggs/kissies in random moments

The brothers bake a cake for you

The aftermath of you kissing someone else - happy end-

Satan

Asmodeus

Leviathan

Belphegor

Mammon

Beelzebub

the demon brother finding you kissing one the undatable boys

The Brothers reacting to seeing their smol s/o wearing something of theirs

The Brothers kissing you for the first time

The brothers reaction to someone else getting a kiss from you

The brothers reacting to their s/o giving them at peek of thier lingerie they have under their clothes

The brothers getting valentine’s chocolate but you are already home

The brothers as Toddlers

Obey me! When you have your period

some random demon hurting the reader with an happy ending

The brothers when their s/o falls asleep on them by mistake

Obey me! They become exchange students in the Human realm — Angel edition

Obey me! They become exchange students in the human realm

Headcanons for the brothers with a super touch starved s/o

The Demon brothers having a very smol s/o that seems rather delicate

Beelzebub with a small s/o

The brothers reacting to you dancing / singing a risqué song

You finding out the guys are ticklish or not

Jealousy Headcannon for the brothers

Brothers seeing their s/o in something more sexy

add on for Belphie and Beel

The brothers reacting to you sitting on their lap

The brothers reacting to you working at a maid cafe

Mc trying to hide a pet in the dorm ft the brothers

#obey me!#masterlist #Headcanon #chibinekochan #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me solmare

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mlkytobio · 5 years ago

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loving isn’t easy, but it’s bearable with you

a/n: for the cheese cult fic event <3 i tried my best lol

genre: little bit of angst if you squint + fluff // hanahaki au

warning: mentions of blood, but nothing too graphic

pairing: nishinoya x fem!reader

wc: 2.6k

the hanahaki disease was something that everyone knew of. there were people covered head to toe in flowers, each one a reminder of a time where they had loved. and then there were the few lucky ones, the ones who just happened to have their soulmate as their first love. the ones with only a small flower tattoo over one of their body parts.

everyone covered all over with tattoos always knew that it was harmless at first, little flower petals being spat out, and then becoming thorns that scratch the inside of your throat as they come up. the process of coughing out the flowers was always quick, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t painful. more often than not, blood comes out with the flowers and thorns. it depends though, on the type of love.

you had fallen in love exactly three times. and for one of those three times, you had a trail of forget-me-nots trailing up your right forearm. for the memories of true love, and like the name suggested, “do not forget me”. for the time you had loved miya osamu and he loved you back, and it only ended because you had to move to miyagi. maybe there were more reasons for it, but it was a mutual agreement. he was your first love.

terushima yuuji was your second love. and as a result, tulips bloomed across your left wrist, for unrequited love. and it was also the first thing people see when they looked at you. because well, the flower was highlighted with red, like blood, almost. maybe it was a little cliche, for you to have fallen in love with johzenji’s resident playboy. but you couldn’t help it. every little smile he sent you while from his usual seat at the cafe you worked at, every brush of your fingers against his when you went to take his order sending electricity running up your spine.

with osamu, it had been small flower petals and smiles about the flowers that came tumbling out. sometimes you even saved the flowers, but they wilted soon after. still, before you knew that osamu felt the same way,the coughing out the flowers wasn't painful. but why was it with terushima? there were thorns sitting in the bathroom sink, crimson red pooling all around them. and it only got worse after that.

still, you fell in love with terushima yuuji. you fell for his smirk and his tongue piercing and his sly words. and when he walked into the cafe that day, he broke your heart, having a girl draped on his arm and she looked at him the way you thought you looked at him. he broke your heart unknowingly, perhaps, but it was heartbreak all the same. you half expected it, but there was a part of you that hoped, nevertheless, that he would feel the same way.

that day, you coughed out tulips among pools of blood, and it was in the same night that you chose to go get the surgery. you knew you were one of the more privileged to get the surgery, and it was foolish to waste it on a teenager’s stupid crush. but it was better to have others look at you with pity. maybe it was a little dramatic, but you knew you were doomed from the start. this only gave you more reason to do it.

the doctor had given you a look of pity, but everyone did. everyone saw the way you looked at terushima yuuji and felt nothing but pity. and if that doctor expected a story, he had to wait a damn long time for it.

it didn’t hurt as much as you expected it to. just prickling along the skin, and then when you looked down, your left forearm was covered in blood-red tulips. maybe it didn’t hurt because the thorns had hurt more. the unrequited love hurt much more than getting your lungs pried open than living with thorns creeping up your throat every single day for the rest of your life, knowing that once upon a time you were stupid enough to fall in love with terushima yuuji.

everyone at karasuno knew you as the girl who couldn’t live with her love anymore. the girl who squandered away her privilege for the surgery for a mere high school crush.

the volleyball team were the first people who understood your decision. the first people who didn’t talk about you behind your back about how you wasted your probably only chance of getting the surgery and how you were a spoiled brat that deserved the pain anyways. you had heard of every single rumour that people spread about you, and although you tried to ignore them, they were like a thousand little knives cutting into your back every single day.

the volleyball team was where you felt at home. the sleek wood floor of the gym and the frequent shout, mostly from kageyama to hinata. there was some sort of solace in the walls of the gym, almost like it was its own little world set apart from all the rumours on the outside.

becoming their manager was one of the best choices you ever made.

“y/l/n! come and see my new move!” you looked over to nishinoya, his blond tuft of hair slicked against his forehead. you smiled to yourself, knowing that it was probably some other variation of rolling thunder or of the sort. still, it was one of the things you loved most about practice, the players’ enthusiasm and desire to win was forever unwavering.

nishinoya received the ball in a sort of speed that made you dizzy when you first saw it, but even after so long your eyes could only adjust slightly to it. he’s grinning, and you couldn’t help but give a smile back, because it’s nishinoya yuu and his energetic self that could put everyone to shame.

you never paid much attention to nishinoya yuu. sure, he got suspended from the volleyball club for a month for breaking something, but you saw what happened. you saw that he didn’t mean to, that he was just trying to get his friend back. the blond tuft in his hair was the first thing you saw when you first stepped into the classroom, but still, you never stopped and looked at him carefully. until you joined the volleyball club as a manager, and then suddenly you see the bright energy surrounding the short libero, and wondered how exactly did you not notice him before.

you chalked it up to curiosity, to the strange spike of his hair and the way a room lit up somehow when he walked into it.this boy was like the sun, too bright for his own good and probably burns anyone who got too close.

practices only made you notice him more, of course. and maybe he noticed you too, from all the little smiles that looked like they were directed at you and the glances he kept giving you.

to most people, flowers were things of beauty, but to you, they represented a dark time. they represented getting your heart broken and the person who broke it didn’t even know. love was the same, crushing and suffocating you, and the two just so happened to be linked. every flower you saw, especially tulips, made you turn away at the sight. so did love.

love was a curious little thing, taunting you and when it pulled you in, only then will it reveal itself to be deadly. coiling around you, your heart, more like it, and every waking thought, like some sort of boa. it suffocates you, then brings you down with it.

nishinoya yuu heard about you before he even met you. about the girl who had red tulips imprinted on her skin, basically a form of public shaming. he never thought about you as someone who wasted away their chances, though. everyone had heard of at least one story where because of love, people had squandered away their lives, and he was no exception. your life was more precious than some unrequited love, so what was wrong with getting the surgery? he had never understood why people held a grudge against you, and so did the rest of the volleyball team.

most of the second years walked home together, and you were in front of nishinoya when he suddenly grabbed onto your shoulders and started jumping up and down in the air. you saw him doing this before, but with other members of the team, and your first thought was: why did he have so much strength?

“oi, noya! don’t be so hard on our manager!” tanaka laughed, and noya’s hands released their grip on your shoulders, his face cherry red. you found it a little cute, actually, if it weren’t for the ache in your shoulders from how tightly he had held on to them.

“i’m so sorry y/n-san!” he sputtered out, even as you said that it was fine, you weren’t injured, but as he kept apologising, all you could say in that moment was “okay, then i’ll let you make it up to me.”

his head lifted up, eyes filled with something indescribable, as he agreed. “i promise you that i’ll make it up to you, y/l/n-san! i’ll take you out on saturday!”

a flower petal was floating in his teacup when he sat it down. you looked at him, surprised, but stayed silent, giving him a napkin. he looked at you with a grateful look in his eyes, the tuft of blond hair being swept to the back as he ran his fingers through his hair.

it was spring in japan, when all the sakura flowers started blooming and there were couples all around you. you never liked spring, or maybe you did, and the hanahaki just made you despise it. anything related to flowers you didn’t like, you realised.

“do you know who is it?” you gently asked as both of you walked down the street together. the pink flowers were everywhere, on the cobblestone path that your shoes scuffed against, and on the tall trees looming over you. he looked at you then, slightly surprised, but answered it anyway.

“i think so, i mean, i have a vague idea of who it is,” he gave a reply that was strange of nishinoya, but perhaps it was due to the fact you weren’t that close with him as you were with maybe tanaka, or ennoshita.

“well, i hope they feel the same way,” you gave him a small smile, and he returned it, but there was something lurking deeper in his eyes that you couldn’t place.

he walked you home, and when you were about to say goodbye, his gaze fixated on you, as if there was something he wanted to say but didn’t want to.

you were about to ask what was it when he yelled out, “y/l/n-san, i like you!”

how ironic, was the first thing that went through your mind. how ironic that you were intrigued by him and now here he was, confessing to you. how ironic it was that this exact scene gave you deja vu, of when you confessed to osamu. how ironic it was that when the thing you tried so hard to avoid doing turned into you being on the receiving end of it. falling in love.

“i-i’m sorry, nishinoya-kun, but i don’t really want to fall in love right now,” the words left your lips before your mind could even register them. his face fell at that, and you wished you could take it all back, say that you would give him a chance, but all he said was “that’s okay! i hope you can reconsider. have a good night y/l/n-san!”

you watched his figure retreat into the shadows, until all you could see was the faint outline of him walking. you thought about his words, and of a time you loved terushima yuuji. the memories of that were laced with regret, but then again, when you loved him, and osamu at that, all you could feel was pure euphoria. the climax of a roller coaster ride, when you’re tipping at the top and it felt like forever before it made its decent again.

hoodies weren’t your favourite piece of clothing, but they made well for covering the red ink on your forearm. as you pulled the hood over your head again, hoping to cover your face, you heard the familiar jeer. it wasn’t foreign for you to have insults hurled wherever you go, only for the person who shouted them to disappear into the crowd when you looked over your shoulder. and so, you always said to yourself not to look. it was better not to place a face to the voice.

“attention-seeking bitch,” you heard someone mutter, followed by the laughing. don’t look, don’t look, was all you thought as you made your way through the crowd in the hallways.

“i hope whoever you ‘loved’ is dating someone much better and more deserving right now,” was one of the more prominent insults that were in your range of hearing. gasping to yourself, you felt an empty ache in your chest, probably where your feelings had been. still, it hurt. it hurt for people to not understand your decision, for them to constantly belittle and insult you as if pain was something to be made fun of. you felt blood rushing in your ears, vision growing blurry as you tried to walk, run, even, out of that hellhole. throat constricting and breathing growing ragged.

“stop!” you heard someone say. you only increased your pace. “stop it, right now. all of you.”

it wasn’t directed at you, but to the people crowding around you. “it’s not funny to ridicule someone who has been through pain,” you recognised the voice this time. the voice of the person who constantly shouted excitedly in practice, even at the smallest things. nishinoya yuu.

he walked over to you, placing his hands lightly on your shoulders as he led you away from the gaping students. “if you feel uncomfortable, i’ll stop right now,” he whispered, just loud enough for your ears to pick up. you shook your head, the only thing you could muster then.

he led you to an isolated space behind the gym, where only then did you release your tears. and he was there, not uttering a single word, just silent companionship, and that was enough.

as you regained your breath, a single flower petal floated delicately out of your lips. he noticed it too.

“thank you, nishinoya-kun,” you said, gaze not leaving the flower as it sailed on the wind. no blood or thorns, though, you thought.

“i feel like the word love has been taken out of definition with me,” you whispered. “but i want to give you a chance, at changing the definition with me.”

he smiled at you, his hands on your shoulder once again. “i’d like that.”

the sakura flowers were in bloom yet again, and for once, you found them beautiful.

“do you remember-” the boy started, but you cut him off.

“when you took me out as an apology for jumping on my shoulders? yeah,” you grinned.

“i always thought you were beautiful, you know. and never understood why you got made fun of for choosing to have the surgery,” he said.

“well, i’m glad they did. it led me to you, didn’t it?” you smiled at him.

his hand found yours, and the two of you walked down the same cobblestone path you did a year ago. maybe love wasn’t easy, but there were some people that made it bearable. like nishinoya yuu.

and that was the third time you fell in love.

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fairyshuuu · 6 years ago

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black silk pt5.

.summary. They are not your family. Family shouldn’t hurt, family shouldn’t prick like the thorns of a rose, dragging you down to the ground. It’s only when it all feels lost, that you realize this, though. .word count. 5.5k .pairing. baekhyun x reader .genre. werewolf au fluff/angst (will contain smut in future chapters) .other members.

.warnings. talk of human trafficking, swearing

part 1. part 2. part 3. part 4. part 5.

Baekhyun is aware he must look like a mess right now, hair disheveled and sticking up in several directions. His shirt is a light gray instead of the normal white because of the smoke of last night that stuck to his clothes like a lifeline. He’s exhausted, but still manages to send the receptionist a thankful smile.

“Is your friend feeling any better, Mr. Byun?” The blonde asks, smiling over her shoulder at him as she presses the lift button for him. Baekhyun hums, though he can’t help the worried tone that slips in, and gets into the elevator.

“I sure hope so! If not, I brought her a meal larger than her own body for nothing.” He smiles back at the woman when she giggles, letting the doors close on her. She looks like she wants to say more but Baekhyun is too stressed out to give a damn. All he wants is to see you. He doesn’t have the state of mind for pleasantries right now. As soon as the elevator doors close, Baekhyun needs to lean into the wall, doing his very best to keep stable. Yesterday had been a mess, and frankly, his brain is still trying to make sense of all that happened.

Chanyeol and Jongdae suggested bringing you home, but Bumble disagreed strongly. She wanted to bring you to the hospital, and Jongin again broke in to explain how impossible that would be. You were lying near the factory, and would be the prime suspect for the arson charge. Everyone came to the conclusion that it would be best to bring you to a hotel, so that’s what he did. He carried you carefully up the stairs, feeling your soft breath against his shirt. It had taken all of his energy not to break out into a bawling fest from his side, that’s how overwhelmed he had been. When he finally got you in bed, it was 5 am already.

Baekhyun also didn’t want to stay in the same room, in case you woke up and him being there would scare you again, or something of the sort. He’s been going back and forward between keeping Maggie updated on your temperature and reporting to Bumble and Junmyeon. He’s only really coming to terms with the fact that you’re actually real, and that he has to talk to you now, a good 4 hours after. The elevator stops on the fifth floor. He gets out with a shaky sigh, carefully balancing the bag of food and the cup of coffee in his one hand as he looks around for the room key with the other.

He’s been breaking his skull the entire walk back trying to figure out what to say to you, but he keeps falling short. After all, what do you say to the person you’ve been looking for, every day for months without them having any idea. Everything he wants to say seems too sudden, and so he decides not to say anything until it’s needed, or asked for. That he won’t mess up.

He fishes the key card out of his pocket, and gently opens the door. A soft golden light falls over the room through the big window, making the messed up blankets and pillows look especially soft. It’s quiet though, a tense voidness that makes Baekhyun swallow. He kicks off his shoes and sets down the food on the table, sauntering to the bathroom as his heart sinks.

The bathroom is empty, the room is empty, and your stuff is gone. Even his note is gone, only the glass of water left behind, untouched. The quiet is thick and suffocating.

It’s in that single second that his hope is once again ripped from his fingers before he can blink, and suddenly he sinks down against the wall. Before he can stop it, a muffled sob makes it’s way out. Baekhyun lets his head fall to the wall, and tugs his knees towards his body, thick tracks making their way down his cheeks. His soft whimpers go unheard by the rest of the world, that steadily keeps spinning. He presses his hands to his eyes, trying to hide the wetness from himself, as if covering up his feelings would just make them go away.

He’s alone again. Again, and he can’t help but feel like it’s always going to be this way. He pulls up his nose, slumping completely into the cold wallpaper. It’s not like him to wallow in self pity. But everything in this room so clearly screams that you don’t want him. You don’t want to wait for him, you don’t want to see him or hear him or meet him. It’s this that makes him swallow, trying to keep the sound down his throat. He can’t find it in his heart to be mad at you though he wishes he could. As he shifts, he rests his cheek on his knee, letting the tears run freely down his face and neck.

You already have a mate. You’ve found your forever, and Baekhyun is not it. You’re not his to keep, and this makes Baekhyun so undeniably sad, that his heart feels like it’s chewing holes in his chest.

You take out your phone and glance at it, letting your slight worry fade. It’s 10:13. You have about a million missed calls from Dongyoung, but that at least means that he got back fine. And despite everything, you feel fine too. Yuri hasn’t caught you yet, and you’re willing to see this as a big victory. You don’t want to know what he’d do if he would have found you, so obviously guilty. You just sigh, not willing to find out.

As you walk, you can’t help but look back every few steps. Maybe it’s paranoia, but you have a strange sensation in your stomach, as if something is wrong. No matter how many times you look back though, nothing is there. You must be exhausted, or delusional. That’s the only explanation for this weird feeling you’re having.

Your steps bounce back between the houses, empty street longer than you expected it to be. This little neighborhood is nice, though it is a tad bit confusing because all the houses look the same. The long street is lined with gardens, separated by small hedges. The typical family neighborhood. Not a place where a werewolf would normally spend her days, and this is why it’s a good place to hide out. For now. You swallow, and glance at your phone once more to confirm the address.

34...36...38. This must be it. You hold your steps, and take in the place with wide eyes. The big house is a tan sort of color with black tiles, and two big windows in front. The triangle shape of the house gives it a modern sort of look, and though not your personal taste, you guess it looks pretty classy. The curtains are closed. You drum your fingers on your thigh nervously, before stepping into the garden. The soft grass tickles your bare feet. You’re lucky you didn’t meet anyone on the way here, because people would probably have called the police.

The path looks inviting, but still an uncomfortable squeeze settles in your stomach. Taeyong’s outhouse. Yuri doesn’t know of this place, you know this. There’s no way that he could be here, but the thought alone makes goosebumps appear on your shoulders. You slowly walk through the green garden, and arrive at the dark wooden door. With another glance behind you, you slide the backpack off your shoulder and stuff your hand in, easily pulling out the small key.

It slides into the lock smoothly, and the door slowly swings open before you can stop it. It’s the wind, but still it scares you. You peek inside carefully. The house is completely silent. You hurry inside and lock the door behind you, before tossing off the backpack and leaning against the wall. The coldness of the wall calms your tingling nerves. Only when it stays completely quiet does a sense of safety wash over you. You run your fingers through your short hair and pull it a little, swallowing. You’re not dreaming. You actually escaped. You’re out. Free.

The idea sends shivers down your spine and wetness to your eyes, though you don’t let it fall. You won’t cry right now, not when you’re so happy you might jump out of your skin. You pick out your phone and send Dongyoung a message, looking around. It’s been so long since you’ve felt this way, so long since you ran around without any chains around your feet, and you’re not sure how to feel. You want to jump, and dance, and run until you’re so exhausted that you crash in the soft, green grass.

This is impossible, at least until Yuri leaves town, but you don’t let that bring you down. As you lay down to relax into the couch and stare up at the ceiling, words leave your mouth. As if they’ve been locked up and crushed under Yuri’s claws for so long that you forgot about them, but are now spilling out without any holding back. “I’m sorry, Julie. I’m sorry, Angel. I’m so sorry about what happened. I’m sorry about everything I did, and everything I let happen. Please know I’m so, so sorry. I’ll make everything okay now, I promise that.”

Though a single tear makes it’s way down your temple, your heart fills with relief. Because after years, you’re finally you again.

Lily gently knocks on the wood, peering around the hall. An elderly couple pass her with a nod, which she returns. When they are gone, she presses her ear to the door, and sighs. Supernatural hearing would really be handy in a moment like this. She juts out her bottom lip in debate, before slowly pushing against the door. It’s not pushed into lock, so it opens with a little nudge. “Baekhyun?”

The room is clean, no sign of a person anywhere. The bed is still made, even though it does seem to have been slept on, but there’s no soul to be seen. Lily looks around in confusion. She could have sworn Maggie said that he was still here, but it’s been almost an hour without a word from him and so she thought she’d come check on him.

She quickly peeks around the corner, to walk into the bathroom. When she opens the second door, she almost jumps out of her tiny body. “Baekhyun!” The man is stood in front of the mirror, his eyes puffy and red as a cherry. Lily quickly rushes over to inspect him, though he protests. “What the hell are you doing in here, you egg?! You had us worried sick. We thought something might have happened to you.” When she puts her hand on his cheek and turns him to face her, she quiets down. His face is wet, cheeks littered with tear tracks that disappear into his shirt.

Baekhyun seems to pull himself together a little when he catches her eyes, but the wetness spilling out is indication enough. His hand are tight on the sink, almost white because of the pressure he’s putting on them. “She’s gone, Lil. She’s left. I’ve really lost her this time, I think. I don’t know if I can do it anymore.” He looks around the bright bathroom like it might hold an answer, before settling back on his friend’s smaller shape. “I don’t know.”

“Baekhyun.”

“She has someone else, she doesn’t want me!”

“Baekhyun.”

“Why should I keep running after her if she wants me to leave her alone? That’s harassment and you guys are not helping! You’re not helping! This is all your fault, of all of you!”

“Baekhyun!” she yelps, grabbing him by his wide shoulders harshly. “Listen to me! It’s going to be okay. It’s not your fault. It’s going to be okay. I promise, Baek. It’s really not your fault.” Baekhyun swallows, pausing his wild movements. He regards her for a split second, before pulling her close and into a tight hug, while Lily gently pats his head. He’s been through a lot. “It’s okay. Shh, shh, it’s gonna be okay.”

“I don’t know what to do, Lily. I feel like I’ve tried everything,” he blubbers into her shoulder, desperately holding onto her. Lily doesn’t want to imagine the pain he must be feeling being away from his mate like this again. Kyungsoo explained it when the entire situation was settling in, that being away from your mate over and over again can physically start hurting. She doesn’t know if Baekhyun is at that point yet, but he can’t be far off.

“We’ll find her again, Baekkie. I’ll do everything in my power to make sure that you two find each other, in the right way this time. It’s all going to be okay, I just know it. You’re mates for a reason.”

Baekhyun swallows the hardness in his throat, and pulls back, moving to sit on the toilet. He really looks exhausted. Lily’s never seen him like this. She’s seen him with sweat drenching his clothes from fevers and his eyes tired and heavy from days of job hunting, but never once like this. Tired out, not only physically, but mentally. Baekhyun pulls up his nose and grabs some toilet paper to clean off his face, while letting out a deep breath. “I know where she is.”

Lily turns right back around from where she was heading to the bedroom, he brown hair whipping around her face. “You what?” Her eyes are comically big, tiny form tensed. This is definitely a development she was not expecting. “You know where she is? How?”

Baekhyun gives her an almost guilty look, tossing the paper into the trash can. “I had a feeling she’d run again, so I placed a tracker on her backpack.” His eyes flit from the sink to the floor to the towels, but never his friend’s face. Probably because of the judgment he well knows will sit there, rightfully so. “I was never going to actually use it! It just made my anxiety calm down, knowing that I had a backup. I wasn’t actually going to use it.”

He points at his jacket that lays on the floor next to the door, and peeks out his tongue to wet his lips. “It’s connected to my phone, but I haven’t looked at it yet. I won’t look at it, I’m not that kind of person. You’re right, I know that. I know that I need to have patience but-”

“Bless your little soul, we both know you’ve never had any. This must really be driving you mad,” she giggles, coming over to him to clean his face properly with another paper wipe.

Baekhyun smiles a little. “You have no idea.” When Lily tosses the second paper into the trash beside his, he takes her hand, and looks at her closely. “Thank you, Lil. I know you’re all doing your best for me but I really, really appreciate it.”

“Don’t thank me. It was the maknaes who sent me here in the first place. We’re all doing it because we love you. Just be a little kinder on yourself, please.” Baekhyun’s never been one to follow advice, but this time, he’ll do his very best to try.

You swallow as you lean back in the couch, stuffing a croissant in your face. Your coffee is hot in your hand, and your gaze is on the moving shot of the television. The factory is on the news, which somehow sends little tingles of pride down your belly. Not because of the illegal activity, but at the fact that you really fucked Yuri over. It feels good to return the favor, for once. As you lean back even more, letting your shape sink into the fabric, a creak to your side makes you look over.

Dongyoung is look straight at the tv, his coffee clamped in his hand like it’ll slip out any moment if he doesn’t pay attention. His black hair is messy, but still looks good on him. You sigh, swallowing your food. “Are you really not going to speak to me?” you mumble, pointing vaguely in his direction. “After all I’ve been through, you think it’s okay to treat me like this? I was almost dead, you know.”

His jaw ticks just slightly, but he ignores you still, seemingly too focused on the news rapport. You look away, and pout. The curtains are still closed, but now the bright sun of outside reaches in enough to lift your spirit. “You’re really going to be mad at me all day now? Or have you decided to be mad at me for the rest of my life?”

Dongyoung groans, before he turns to you, putting his cup down too hard. Some of the coffee spills onto the table. “You know I’m going to be mad until you apologize.”

“Fine,” you mumble, defiantly lifting your eyebrow at your friend. “I’m sorry. Now will you please spill why the hell you’ve been sat here like there’s a stick up your ass?”

Dongyoung turns back to face the screen, lifting his hand to indicate you to be quiet for a second as the woman on the news talks about the fire. Her soft voice makes you look up. ‘The incident that started at around 3 am on wednesday seems to point in the direction of an accident. There’s not been a suspect identified, neither has there been a question of foul play. The experts say that the packing factory most likely suffered from faulty or old wiring. Luckily, no one was injured because of the fire.’

Dongyoung sighs deeply, but seems glad that the police didn’t find any evidence, and nods. You’re glad too. You’d rather not be in jail right now. “I’ve been sat here with a stick up my ass,” Dongyoung turns to you, his hands back on his coffee, “because you could have died, for one. You’re a stubborn asshole sometimes, and I don’t understand why you put yourself in situations like this.” You want to respond but he cuts you off before you can. “Second, I’m mad because your mate saw your face. You said you weren’t going to do about it, but he is, Aurie. Every time you see him, the bond strengthens and now you can’t just hide in plain sight.”

“So I’ll have to move,” you shrug, though it does send a little bit of pain through your heart, “whatever. I would have moved some time in the near future anyway because of business. The only difference is that now, I have someone else that I have to avoid. I don’t care, I’m just happy I’m out.” You down the last of your coffee and stand up from the couch, looking around the cabin-style house. Your friend follows your movements with his eyes. “This place is nice, how did he get it?”

Dongyoung nods. “Taeyong is renting it for now. He says he feels comfortable between all these people, surrounded by families. I don’t know if that means he sees them as snacks or not, but I’ve learned not to care.”

“Yeah,” you mumble, “that makes two.” Your hand brush over the oak drawers when you walk past.

“You do care though.”

Your hand hovers in mid-air for a second before continuing it’s path to the next piece of furniture. “I feel bad. That’s different. I stopped caring after the second one, because I knew Yuri wasn’t going to stop. But knowing that they were going to people to suck dry, didn’t really settle my stomach, no. They trusted me and I just let them go. I’ve…” a chuckle escapes your lips though there’s not humor in the situation, ”I’ve done some shit things.”

“That makes two.” He gets up from the soft pillows to walk over to you and take your hand, leading you back to the couch. “Stop running away from your problems and sit down with me.” You huff, wanting to dispute his words, but stop midway. Maybe you do have a tendency to run away from your problems, instead of facing them head on. It’s been like that as long as you remember though, so it feels natural now. Dongyoung sighs deeply, and pats your shoulder gently. “How did it start, anyway? I wasn’t here when you all started, I was still off trying to get my shit together. It was only Taeyong at first, right?”

You slowly bob your head up and down, staring at the seams of the couch. “It wasn’t too long after… after everything. We both had our ways of coping with the pain. When ignoring it didn’t work, Yuri tried something else,” your hands shake a little, so you fist them into the clean fabric of your sweater. Or, Dongyoung’s sweater. “He tried blaming me, he tried kicking and screaming until we both lost our voices. Nothing seemed to work, so he kept trying.

“He tried someone else for a while, but they also couldn’t fix what had broken in him, and so he tried another.” You know that there must still be pain lingering in your voice. If it was anyone else, you’d hide it deep down, but Dongyoung knows you. He knows all your secrets, and knows how you work, so it’s no use. “They never worked, so eventually he started hitting us to feel in control. Them first, never me. No, I was supposed to sit on the sidelines and watch, his precious Angel.”

In some ways, it felt relieving, talking about it with him without getting a response back. It made you feel like you were writing it down, more than just tossing it out there. “It’s only when I acted up that he’d hit me. It was like that became his excuse to kiss me afterwards, smoothing away the bruises. And then he had these two girls, that he didn’t want anymore, that would do everything for his affection. So he went to Taeyong, and sold them to him. I guess Taeyong smelled the chance of money, so they made a deal.”

“And you let him.” Dongyoung nods.

“I had no choice. It was them or me.”

“I call bullshit. He wouldn’t get rid of you, we both know that.” Dongyoung is right, and you know it. It feels so much harder though, admitting that you just did something shitty on purpose. Or, without caring about the consequences.

You swallow and look away, voice soft. “I’m not a bad person.”

Your friend’s red eyes focus in on you for a minute, before he slowly takes your hand. “I know that. You’ve just been through a lot of bad situations. More than people should have to go through.” He takes you in for a hug that you only half-return, brushing his hand over your head like you’re a small child, and maybe in some ways you still are. “I still have the letters in that closet over there, if you…”

“I don’t want to see them.” You mumble, pulling away. You brush your hands under your eyes just to be sure, and straighten out your clothes a bit. “I’m going to go set up my room. You should probably do that too.”

It’s only the next morning that trouble comes. You expected it to come, but maybe the same day. Now, at the dining table just after the sun rises not so much. Two harsh knocks come to the door, that send you and Dongyoung out of your chairs subsequently. You glance over at the black haired man, who motions you to go hide. You quickly clean the evidence of your breakfast, and run over to hide in the other room while the door is opened in the main room.

One set of feet walks through the door, your nerves spiking up high at the sound. It couldn’t be him, it shouldn’t be him. Your fingers dig into your thighs while you listen. If it really is Yuri, you would run. No matter the consequences, you’d run until your legs gave out and your hands stop punching. To your slight surprise though, a much softer voice sounds out. Taeyong.

“What did you do?” he sounds, voice tense. “Dongyoung, what did you do?”

Your friend just stays silent for a bit, before clearing his voice. “I didn’t do anything. I just woke up.”

Taeyong chuckles in disbelief as he walks around the other room. You carefully hide a little deeper into the closet you pressed yourself in. “Then why do I have about a million calls from that asshole?” You can hear Taeyong walk back around to where Dongyoung is standing, and grabbing him by the arm. “Move, come on. Yuri is not leaving until he sees your face. I don’t really care about what you did, but I don’t want any part of it.”

You want to come out to help, but if Taeyong saw you here, everything would be over for you. You and him might have known each other for long, but he wouldn’t be the person to get you out of a shit situation. You just hope Dongyoung can understand. They leave the house in silence, leaving you alone once again. You slowly sneak out of the closet and look around. This time though, the silence doesn’t feel comforting as it did yesterday. It feels like a clear indication that once more, Yuri has your life in his grasp. He knows your friends, knows where you go and knows how you function, maybe more than you do yourself.

Even after hours, Dongyoung doesn’t come back. You wish you could say you don’t care, but that’d be a lie. You want your friend safe, but the knowledge that you can’t do anything is driving you mad. You can’t go to see what’s up, you can’t call him, you can’t even ask for any kind of sign. You have to be non-existent. It’s madly frustrating. You’ve walked back and forth through the house multiple times now. Realistically, there’s nothing you can do, not if you don’t want to be found. Your belly keeps flipping though, and despite not knowing what it means, it doesn’t feel comfortable.

You stare out of the slight slit between the two curtains again, and sigh deeply. You just want to know if he’s okay, and if he’s coming back. So that if someone enters the house now, you know what to expect. You tap your nails nervously on the windowsill, before walking over to the door. Your hand feels cold on the handle, clenching around it. With another deep breath, you push the handle down and let the door reveal the outside world. You’d just look for a trail. For anything to indicate where they might have gone, and then you’ll go back inside.

You leave the door wide open, and walk out into the garden, on your socks this time. The beams of the sun on your nose feel so nice, that you let yourself linger in place for just another second. The neighbors here don’t know you anyway, and most of them would be at work on a friday afternoon. Nothing to worry about, you tell yourself. You know deep down that this is a bad idea, but maybe you’re too happy to be free to let that fear settle in.

You open your eyes again and walk to the sidewalk, bending over to stare at the floor. There’s no tracks, but you can smell the gasoline of the car they most likely left in. Would Yuri really go through all that trouble to get Dongyoung to answer him? You know that your friend wouldn’t spill anything about you, but Yuri has never trusted him. Maybe it makes sense to go to him as a first lead. You straighten up and let your hand run over the hedge in thought, the leaves brushing your palm. It tickles.

You take another deep breath, and turn to go back into the house. Only, you stop halfway like a deer caught in headlights. A young man, copper hair falling loosely over his big eyes, is staring straight at you. He’s frozen mid-step, guitar on his back and hands in his pockets as his eyes meet yours. When you open your lips to breathe in, a little sound falls out. Recognition slaps you across the face. The stranger from across the lake. He has the same pretty silver eyes.

You two stand frozen in place for at least seconds, before you can break out of your trance to rush over to the door. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Dongyoung was right, you are a stubborn idiot. You should have never come here, never have opened the door and now he’s seen you, again, and everything might as well come crashing down around you. A desperate voice stops you in place moments before you pull the door closed behind you.

“Wait!” he yelps, stepping a bit closer towards the yard, as if his feet are attached to the sidewalk with magnets. “Please, stop running from me. I’m really losing my mind. I don’t know what you’re running from, but let me help you. Please.” His begging sounds so pure, so sincere that you consider it. For that split second, you consider what it would be like to sit in his embrace and feel his comforting words wash over you like a shield that can block out the big, bad world. Another split second, and you feel annoyed. Annoyed at your mind for allowing you to indulge in something so stupid, annoyed at him for seeing right through you and annoyed at Dongyoung for pointing out so obviously that you always run.

You’re not a fucking coward, you don’t run from your problems. As this anger makes it’s way through your body, you turn around, staring him down across the sea of green grass and flowers that separate you two. You lift your brow. “I don’t need your help.” You even dare to take a step in his direction, feeling the sun tickle your cheeks and the wind ruffle your short hair. “I’m perfectly fine taking care of myself.”

Your answer seems to amuse him greatly, because a huge smile breaks out on his lips. It’s beautiful, and if you weren’t so damn stubborn you would probably break in his arms. He seems to think for a moment, before he answers. His lithe voice filling the silence of the neighborhood. “If you don’t need help, than why are you clinging to that door so desperately?” You blink, and frown at him a little. You don’t want to look back, but sure enough, your hand has yet to leave the door knob. Your ears get hot when he smiles even wider.

“What do you want?” you just respond, crossing your hands across your chest.

The man shakes his head a little, but keeps smiling. He’s enjoying this too much for his own good. “I just told you. I want to help you.”

“And I just told you I don’t need your help,” you snap, pressing your lips together. See, you think to yourself, I don’t run from my problems.

The man’s eyes widen a little, before he holds up his hands in surrender. “Okay,” he chuckles, the sound bright and soft, “how about this? I need yours.” Your frown slips off before you can help it, as he stares at you. His bright hair sways back and forth as the wind plays between you two, drifting away the tension like it was never there to begin with. When he speaks again, his voice is back to that earnest plead of the start. “Please, just let me talk to you.”

Your first instinct is to run behind the door and throw it into lock, so that nothing else can touch you. But you want to fight it this time, and keep your feet in place. It’s scary, terrifying really and still you’re standing here, and a flower of pride seems to grow in your heart. Maybe that’s why you slowly cock your head to beckon him closer, to cross the distance that keeps you apart. Or maybe you’ve lost your mind. One of the two. “One minute,” you point out, voice steady, “you get one minute to convince me why I should help you. Don’t get it wrong. I’m helping you, not the other way around.”

The man’s mouth corners twitch just slightly, before he nods. “Okay. I’m Baekhyun.”

You just uncross your hands from your chest, opening the door a little wider. “That’s three of your seconds wasted already, Baekhyun.”

Woooohhh, I hope you liked this chapter! It’s pretty fast paced but I’m really happy with it. I hope that things are starting to make a little more sense in this chapter and the next, because Aurie still has a lot of secrets in her little body. And finally, finally these two actually meet. Consciously.

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Love Sick | Lucas

Hanahaki: disease in which the victim coughs up flower petals when they suffer from one-sided love.

Soulmate au

Pairing: Lucas x reader

Genre: Angst (happy ending though)

Warnings: mentions of blood and death

Word count: 3,665

Aside from the increasing downpour of rain, your bike ride home from work was as it usually was. The unchanging pattern of buildings appearing after each couple of pedals, the familiar cracks and potholes in the road, left turn followed by a right. The routine sometimes felt too recognizable, each day being eerily identical to the previous one. But it could always be worse.

In response to the pelting raindrops, you pedaled faster. Although knowing it was best to stop and wait out the storm, you pushed forward. Your apartment complex was only a few more blocks ahead anyway and there was no point in biking back to the flower shop. Staying in a random store wouldn’t do any good either because your mother had explicitly affirmed the dangers of doing so. She warned you for as long as you could remember about your disease along with setting rather excessive precautions. You suffered from Hanahaki; the disease that occurs when suffering from a one-sided love with a side effect of coughing up flower petals. Sometimes it was referred to as the out-of-luck syndrome when used as slang. Although more of the population is being diagnosed, it is still very uncommon. It’s usually genetic, like your case, but there are some slim chances when unlucky mutations occur.

Your aunt was pretty unfortunate with this disease because it was the reason for her death. Her case was so strong that she eventually began throwing up whole flowers, not just the petals. Due to the rarity of the syndrome, doctors were no help. The problem only worsened as time went on, she just couldn’t let go. One night it got really bad. Too bad. She woke up in the middle of the night unable to breathe. Your mother, who was fourteen at the time, had witnessed the whole scene. After seeing her sister’s state for a while, she had grown accustomed to the occurrence; a few minutes of intense hacking and then nothing, just a raw bloody throat. But that night was different. Her coughs were more intense and longer than usual. When her fit finally ended, your mother went to check up on her only to find her motionless on the bathroom floor. She had choked on a full rose, decorated with thorns.

Needless to say, your mother didn’t take it well. Once she had you, her obsession with your safety was never unrecognized. Home school was the only option for you. Fortunately, it helped keep away stupid teenage crushes, but it also hindered friendships from forming. Reading was one of your favorite ways to cope. Oftentimes you found yourself replacing character names with yours just to get a taste of what friendship felt like. You also had a number of fictional crushes, a great way to get around the disease since it was only activated when feelings for a real person is present. Some precautions your mother took could be qualified as overprotective, but you knew it had good intentions. Besides, you haven’t coughed a single petal in your life.

The soaked fabric on your dress was now clinging to your thighs as you reached the bike rack outside of your apartment. It was fortunately under an awning allowing you to relish in some form of dryness. An unfamiliar voice stopped your actions.

“Hey, um, could you do me a favor and please open that door?” Turning around you found a face to match that voice. He nodded to the first door on the left which was cracked open with a cell phone. His breathing was staggered due to the large box nearly weighing him down. Looking past the tiredness and redness on his strained face, he was actually pretty attractive and the rain only complimented his looks more. His drenched hair covering his eyes created a soft image contrasting with his manly physique.

“Please.” The plead ended your train of thought and forced you back to the task at hand.

Rushing in front of him you held the door open wide and flattened yourself against the wall to provide him as much room as possible. He struggled getting through the doorway because of the size of the box. After multiple failed attempts you eventually helped him. It took lots of squeezing, lifting, and yelling to get into his apartment. Once successful, the two of you collapsed on the floor. Huffing and breathy laughs filled the air.

He interrupted the exchange of breaths with an introduction. “I’m Xuxi by the way.” A sweaty hand was shot towards you.

“(Y/N),” you replied while accepting the handshake. The cool air conditioning reminded you of your drenched clothes.

“Do you want a towel to dry off? You can come to my apartment. I don’t think you want to rummage through all these boxes right now.” His nod accepted your offer and the two of you made your way next door.

Reaching in your jacket pocket, you fished out your key. While unlocking your door, you noticed how close he was to you. It wasn’t to the point where it was uncomfortable, just new. The only human interactions you made took place at the register where you were limited to spit out prices and perform the occasional small talk. This was much more than that. No amount of reading could prepare you for this.

“Here’s a towel,” you tossed the small piece of cloth toward him which he caught effortlessly. “I’m going to change real quick, but please make yourself comfortable.”

Walking in your room, your head was overwhelmed with thoughts. How should you start a conversation? Would this make you friends? You tried to think of possible conversation starters that would, hopefully, not lead to any awkwardness. You caught a glimpse of your appearance after pacing unintentionally. The sight was not a great one. Your hair was a frizzy mess and some of your makeup ran very noticeably. Sighing you quickly fixed your appearance as best as you could before facing Xuxi again. There weren’t many instances when you cared about your physical appearance, your whole life was centered around being ignored, but today

The sight while walking out of your room caught you off guard. Xuxi was sitting on your sofa shirtless. One hand drying his hair and the other fiddling with his phone. He looked like a scene in a movie.

“Oh, um.” You were shocked. Yeah, you asked him to get comfortable, but you didn’t expect him to get that comfortable.

Sensing your slight discomfort, he chuckled and reached for his shirt. “Do I make you nervous?” His eyes were staring into yours with such intensity, it felt like you were burning. Jumbled thoughts were whizzing through your mind leaving his answer unanswered. A sudden burst of laughter came from his mouth. “I’m only playing with you.”

Your shoulders relaxed a bit since the unbearable eye contact ended. Taking a seat on one of your stools across from him, you waited as he put on his shirt. Were you supposed to have a conversation with him? Were you supposed to shoo him away? You wished you had experienced something like this before so you could approach this situation leisurely, but alas, you were stuck.

“So tell me about yourself.” Once again, your thoughts were racing through your mind. A blush rose to your cheeks from embarrassment. It annoyed you how such a simple task seemed impossible.

“You’re not really good at talking are you?” You shook your head in surrender. He thought for a moment before continuing. “Well, where do you work?”

“I work in my mom’s flower shop downtown.” It felt weird saying that out loud. How ironic your job was considering the disease you have.

“Wow a flower shop. Don’t hear about those everyday.” You giggled at his playful tone. “So do you have a favorite flower or do you just like them all?”

“Cherry blossoms.” The answer came to you without thinking. Growing up, they’d always been your favorite. From the shape of the petals to the fragrance they emitted had an uncanny connection to you.

It was crazy how easy Xuxi could whip up a conversation. He was able to make you, the most socially impaired being, comfortable with talking. You two continued your conversations for what seemed like hours. Laughs sprinkled the room because of his unreal sense of humor.

Maybe you two were supposed to meet. The two of you were very compatible and he was, hands down, much better than any fictional character in any of the books you’ve read. Not to mention, he wasn’t bad looking either. Dumbly, you were silently fantasizing about future encounters with him, hoping your growing friendship could lead to more.

“Are there any nice places to eat around here?” His question terminated your reveries.

“Well, there’s a new burger place nearby: Benny’s. It has this whole 1970′s retro theme; neon lights and everything.” You smiled, confident in your answer.

“That’s perfect! My girlfriend loves vintage places. I don’t really see what’s so great about them, but she’s obsessed.”

“Girlfriend?” The word slipped out of your mouth subconsciously.

“Yeah, my girlfriend lives on the other side of town. I moved here because of an internship I got accepted in. It sucks that we don’t get to see each other often anymore, but thank you for suggesting that restaurant. It’ll be the first place I take her when she visits.”

Your heart stopped. Time stopped. It felt like everything was crashing down on top of you all at once. You felt your chest tighten and your breathing became shallow. Did you hear him correctly? Fear washed over you. What did you get yourself into?

“Speaking of my girlfriend, I should probably call her so she knows I moved in fine."

The rest was a blur. You remember being courteous while leading him out of your apartment, but that was it. All you felt after shutting your door was fear. Of all the years you lived in caution, today was the day you slipped up. You hoped and prayed that nothing would happen. You couldn’t fall in love with someone within an hour of meeting.

The inability to reach for air refuted your hopes. Tears sprung from your eyes as you doubled over. Your chest kept tightening and all you were able to do was choke. It was as if the irony of this situation was taunting you. The damp petal that came from your mouth belonged to a cherry blossom.

Waking up was far from pleasant. Your throat felt swollen and itchy. The glass of ice water offered some relief, but was not fully satisfying. It was hard to get ready for work when the irritation from your throat kept distracting you.

To your disadvantage, Xuxi’s presence met yours as you exited you apartment.

“Hi neighbor,” he gave you that blinding smile of his that churned your stomach. “Off to work?”

“Um, yeah.” Your reply was weak, almost inaudible, but Xuxi understood you.

“Me too. I can give you a ride if you want?”

“No it’s fine. I’d rather bike.” You felt bad for turning down his offer, thinking you had been rude, but it was the best option considering your current state.

“Okay, whatever you say. Oh and by the way,” he came to you and gave you a handful of, what seemed like candy. “I heard you coughing last night. Maybe you shouldn’t have stayed in the rain yesterday.”

Unraveling your hand, you found that the “candy” was actually five cough drops. You looked at them in your hand apprehensively. His kind gesture was not what you needed right now. It would only cause you to become worse.

“Please take them. My girlfriend packed them for me, but you obviously need them more than I do. You know how couples are always worried about each other.” You didn’t, but you still gave a curt nod before parting.

The rest of your day was a blur. Potential coughing fits were all you could focus on. Breathing became a chore. When you weren’t worrying about choking flower petal, you were thinking about Xuxi. You wanted so badly for him to be with you. Not only to cure your disease, but because you enjoyed his bubbly personality. It tore your heart more knowing that someone else was able to hold all his love.

It was hot. Not just hot; scorching. One of those days where humidity and heat collaborated to create a sticky, uncomfortable atmosphere unbearable to many. Luckily, you dug around your storage closet and found an electric fan your mother bought you for this specific purpose.

You were sprawled on your leather couch wearing shorts and a tank top; the outfit you wore the night before. Your hair was tied up tight so your neck could feel the slight breeze from the fan. Weekends like these brought you comfort; relishing in a novel while snacking on sugar coated strawberries. Reading always calmed you, transporting your consciousness to another dimension, a better dimension.

It also acted as a break to your miserable situation. A week has passed since you last encountered Xuxi. It wasn’t intentional, the both of you were just busy. Being apart from him didn’t end your coughing, in fact, it seemed that your case was becoming worse.

A knocking at your door tore you away from your novel. Internal complaints filled your head as you waited for the knocking to go away; it didn’t. You ended your contemplation with a surrendering sigh as rising from the sticky leather couch. Reaching the door, you found a sweaty Xuxi wearing glasses and holding a laptop.

“Hi neighbor. My air conditioner shut off and I am dying in the heat. Can I stay for a bit? I just need to finish up a project and I’ll stop bothering you, I promise.” You could tell he was genuine. His face was red and sweat dampened his hair. You didn’t want him to suffer a heat stroke, you let him in.

“I’m really tired.” That was a lie. “I think I’m gonna go to bed. Feel free to stay as long as you can though. You can call me if you need anything.”

“Aw, I thought we could’ve hung out. So I can stay awake while finishing this boring thing.” He pouted. “But if you’re tired I understand”

Sighing, you joined him in defeat. “I guess a few minutes won’t hurt.” A smile spread to his face. “As long as you’re not annoying.”

Spending time with him was a risk. A really enjoyable risk. You almost forgot about Hanahaki while talking to him. Jokes and teases drowned in your never ending conversations. He eventually finished his project, but fell asleep in the process. His strong features softened in his slumber. You had to stop yourself from reaching out to caress his face.

You hurried to your room once you felt that same queasiness bubbling in your body. Curling up in your bed, you tried to control your breathing. Your chest tightened with every second passing. It was a surprise that sleep came to you before a flower did.

Last night was bad. Three buds left your throat in a bloody pile on the floor. You thought it would never end. Your throat stung and your chest felt sore. You couldn’t take it anymore.

Only three days passed since Xuxi shared the night at yours and your suffering increased exponentially. To make matters worse, you found Xuxi waiting outside his room as you returned from work.

“I asked my girlfriend if she wanted to eat at Benny’s with me. She said maybe next time, but knowing her I’d probably be waiting forever. So do you just want to eat with me? I’m really in the mood for a burger right now.” As much as you wanted to join him, you couldn’t. Eating brought you pain. Spending time with him brought you pain. Everything brought you pain.

“I'm not really hungry right now so-”

“Come on please.” He cut you off your excuse with an obvious desperation in his voice. Rejecting him would only bring you guilt.

“Alright,” You gave in.

Benny’s was just as it was since the last time you remember visiting. The neon framed exterior perfectly depicted the intended vintage image. It retained its aura on the inside as well. While walking through the doors your feet met the black and white checkered floor. Xuxi picked one of the many bright blue booths filling the exterior.

You could tell he was trying his best to talk to you. The effort he put in all his conversation starters didn’t go unnoticed, but you couldn’t return his energy.

“Are you sure you don’t want anything to eat?” You did, but you couldn’t. You loved the food at Benny’s and not being able to eat it only added sorrow to you.

“I told you I wasn’t hungry.” You statement, unintentionally, came off as a jarring growl.

Anger filled his face. Or maybe it was disappointment, you couldn’t tell. He was experiencing difficulty in his life and did not appreciate your negativity.

“You already know my girlfriend is ignoring me. It kind of hurts that you’re doing the same.”

The rest of the evening with him was filled with silence.

You heard loud noises coming from Xuxi’s room that night. Coughing, crying, and a lot of ruckus. Oh no, you thought, does he have it too? It would make sense according to his situation; his girlfriend becoming more distant. But he showed no sign of awareness toward the disease. If he had it, he would’ve lived a more cautious life. Maybe he was part of the unlucky few.

Unable to tolerate his suffering, you walked out of bed and headed next door. You paused before knocking on his door. Maybe he didn’t want consolation. Maybe he just wanted to be left alone. Hesitantly, you tapped his door. After waiting for a few seconds, you believed this idea was a silly one and began to head back to your apartment. The sound of the door creaking open halted you. Turning back toward him, you were met with a fiery expression. Xuxi was furious. You didn’t know if it was because of you or his dilemma, maybe both?

“Can I come in?” His facial expression was quite uninviting, but he obliged to your request.

You stood apart from him awkwardly. The atmosphere was filled with tension. You noticed three wet petals on his carpet and a faint blood stain on his shirt. Noticing the shape and color of the petals, they identified as rose petals. The worse kind of flower to have in this syndrome. If he wasn’t fixed there was a high chance of him ending up like your aunt. And then what would that make you?

“I’m fucked.” He followed that sentence with a chuckle which definitely didn’t lighten the mood.

“Don’t say that.” You tried to calm him down, but he was too infatuated with his own emotional state to focus.

“How would you know?” He snarled. Your solemn expression was enough to act as an answer. Realization hit him. His anger was now replaced with guilt.

“You have - was it because of me.” Again your actions spoke louder than words. You wanted to explain that it ran in your family, that it really wasn’t his fault, but you couldn’t seem to synthesize your thoughts to form a complete answer.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” A few cries escaped his mouth before continuing. “How bad?”

“Answer me please.” You couldn’t answer him. You didn’t want to lie; however, there was no way of doing that without hurting him more. “That’s why you didn’t eat, isn’t it? I knew something was up.”

The rest was of what he said was muffled apologies. He eventually curled up on his couch shaking. He looked so defenseless. His cries were a mix of guilt and fear; a combination that hurt enough to witness. Impulsively, you approached his withering self and pulled him into a reassuring embrace.

“It’s okay,” you whispered into his ear.

Then, without warning, he kissed you. Hard. Every ounce of pain was put into that kiss. You could tell because of the way he pulled you close grabbing a fistful of your hair, closing the gap between the two of your bodies. Your cheeks became wet with his tears. His lips were as plush as you imagined, better even. But you didn’t reciprocate. You couldn’t. Knowing the true intentions behind the action, it was hopeless.

“I don’t think it works like that,” you argued breathless.

“I don’t care,” his tears were now uncontrollable. This situation really shook him up. It pained you. Of all people why did fate choose him as a victim of this curse? “We’re gonna get through this together. I don’t care if it gets worse. I just want you to know that I’ll be by your side the whole time. Okay?”

His grasp was constricting, but not in a bad way. You could feel all his emotions with his touch. All this time you thought he was the one you needed to go on, but this moment showed the opposite; you were the one he needed most right now. He was depending on you to mend his wounds.

“Okay,” you finally replied. Relief and fear flowed through you, but at least you weren’t alone anymore. No more excuses for cancelled plans. No more secret nights choking into a pillow. No more crying alone. Vulnerability also accompanied those hopes. What if it does get worse? Why waste your time trying? You were up for the adventure, nonetheless. You've gone this far, why stop now?

After a few more moments, his wails softened to low sobs. Once he calmed down enough, he called your name.

“Yes, Xuxi,” you replied.

“Can you stay with me tonight?”

“Of course.”

And in that moment, your chest felt a bit lighter.

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The Conservatory

I wrote this while I was was supposed to be working on other fics and projects, but I couldn’t resist. Concerning what kind of plants he’d probably have was a combined effort. @another-sanchez-slut and others for letting me ask random plant questions.

A Doofus Rick x Reader fic.

In this fic the reader spends a day in Zeta-7s conservatory.

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Hopefully you hadn’t worked yourself into writer’s block again.

You had a deadline to make, and you didn’t have time to procrastinate. You needed to finish writing the last couple of chapters before sending it to your editor. Still, you couldn’t focus. There was something about the quiet in the house, it was distracting. You glanced at your phone, and thought about calling him.

Perhaps you should call, you knew he wouldn’t mind, and he might be home. Then again, he might be busy, and if you called, you’d interrupt any project he might have been working on. You were looking for a reason, trying hard to think of a friend that you could count on, but there was no one else, no one reliable enough. Time was getting shorter and there was much for you to do, but as the quietness of the room threatened to suffocate, you dialed his number, and waited for him to answer. His cheerful voice made you feel slightly better, and you told him the reason for calling.

You just needed to hear someone’s voice, anyone’s voice. In your line of work, you tended to isolate yourself, and while you enjoyed your own company, on certain days you felt so very alone you’d thought the silence would eat you alive. It turns out he wasn’t at home, but at work on some distant planet you weren’t allowed to know the name of. Still, he was happy to hear your voice as well, and shyly told you how much he missed you. Perhaps, he needed to hear someone’s voice as well, one that was not his own.

With all the negativity he dealt with in relation to his job with the council, sometimes he’d portal straight to your place, and hold you in a soul crushing embrace before returning to the hell hole he had just come from. This wasn’t one of those times, but you heard it in his exaggerated cheerfulness, as he tried to be strong for your sake. To think, you had called to receive when it was you who should have given.

Your loving friend, your beloved boyfriend, you needed to color his world. You congratulated him for having the honor to be on such a mission, whatever it was, and couldn’t wait to have that promised dinner.

When he dropped the facade, you could hear the exhaustion, and frustration he had tried to hide. Since he was on break, he had time to talk to you about other unrelated matters, and you listened. It was night time where he was, and it made him sleepy and eager for a cup of tea and a good book. Being the cheeky creature you were, you comforted him with gentle words, with a brief description of your mismatched pajamas. And when he chuckled, you felt your heart swell.

There it was, the Rick you knew. It didn’t take you long for you to have him laughing, nor did it take long for his personable nature to unravel you, and make you vulnerable in the way only Zeta-7 knew how to do. Lost in the moment, you began to flirt, and he chuckled nervously, and in all his nervousness to move away from listening ears, he dropped his phone. It was cute how nervous he still got, but you stopped when you heard the Ricks in the background.

You didn’t want to give those mean Rick’s another reason to bully him. Nonetheless, you were disappointed that he wasn’t home, and you were going to hang up, and return back to work, but he offered to allow you to sit in the conservatory. You admitted that you were afraid you’d hurt one of his plants, but he chuckled, and said that you’d never do such a thing on purpose. So, you accepted.

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You used the spare key to get in.

Something about Zeta-7s house always made you feel calm, almost in the same way your medication did. The sunflower rug you stood on was as brilliant as ever, the living room, and the house itself seemed to invite you. Near the window stood his easel where an unfinished piece was covered. On the couch, sat an array of plushies, a colorful pillow, and a quilt. Every square of the quilt was a scene, telling a story, but the last one blank. Perhaps it was unfinished.

Everywhere you looked, you saw color, it fed your eyes, enriched your soul, and it struck you with that nostalgic, heart heavy feeling; it felt like home. This feeling which visited from time to time, most particularly when you felt lonely, other times when you felt lost. There was something grounded, almost planted, and somewhere your were infected by its spores. This illness of feeling, of the ever wicked anxious mind, it made you feel too much.

Still, you could move, and you did.

In the kitchen, the turmeric powder was still open, and you figured he must have left right away, for the breakfast dishes sat in the sink, and next to it a empty container of tofu. Hmm, seems like he tried that recipe you had recommended. You set down your laptop, and began to clean up the kitchen for him. If he were at your home, you knew he’d do the same. When you finished cleaning, you headed toward that sacred place, more sacred than his underground lab.

The place he visited almost religiously, which you’d like to think of as his secret garden, a place of secrets, with messages among the thorns, and love painted among their leaves. Emerson knew best when he said ‘The lover of nature is he whose inward and outward senses are still truly adjusted to each other; who has retained the spirit of infancy even into the era of manhood.’ Upon entering, the differences in scents and temperature were obvious. The air was thick, and heavy with moisture, laden with nature’s earthy perfume. You closed the door behind you, and with caution walked around.

This was Ricks sanctuary, his breathing space. Like his home, great thought and planning had gone into its design. Within those glass walls, freedom, sincerity, long suffering, and love, existed in their stems and branches. Angels trumpet hung high and proud, Bougainvillea had claimed the wall of the furthermost corner, a Tropical beauty sat below the banana plant. Various palm-trees, as well as orchids, birds of paradise, fiddle leaf, elephant ears, sat in painted pots.

You realized that every bit of space was used to its fullest potential, with just enough to walk around, snug, but comfortable. How many happy hours had he spent with these friends? How many hours did he tend to his plant children? How many tears had they seen? Did they know the whispers of his heart?

If only they could say.

Up above, were the air plants in glass globes. They varied in size and in them they held mosses, to flowers, to things you’d never seen. Terrariums held what appeared to be small ecosystems of their own, where micro creatures ran about, grazed, and slept. A few of them experienced their own seasons, others were empty. Shelves were dedicated to house the succulents, their containers ranged from cookie jars, old boots, cracked teapots, and wonderfully glazed bowls.

In an old birdcage was a lone rose bush, whose buds were lapis blue. For a while you admired the depth of its color, and felt your cheeks grow warm from the thought of Zeta-7 presenting one them in bloom. A perfectly blue rose, you once read is elusive like the perfectly black rose. They cannot be achieved naturally so they represent the unattainable or the mysterious, and therefore embody the desire for the unattainable.

Among the plants, you swore one of them were singing. A singing plant? With Rick, was there such thing as impossible? No, it was not.

Somewhere, there was a musical flute-like sound, and you continued forward, until you stopped before a plant with paper-thin rigid leaves which vibrated. You blew on it, and it produced new musical notes. Beside it was a miniature dancing tree, near its a base a type of iridescent fungus. You swore, there were hidden worlds among the vines and bushes which you could not see.

A ladder held pots of bonsai, from a desert rose to cherry blossoms, and other small fruiting plants. The philodendron cascaded along the sides, shading them on its skirt of vines. My, Zeta-7 certainly had a poetic quality, which he expressed in his works. What you did not know was he was such a phytophilous being. How did one fit so much fondness in the confines of human flesh?

In their respective corner were the carnivorous plants. Venus flytraps, and a few other wicked looking flowers you avoided, but you stopped before a tray of mushrooms. You weren’t sure if they were the kind you could eat, but your dad used to tell you that it was usually the most colorful that were poisonous. In another tray were ghost like plants, with small flecks of color. Eery things really, like echoes, parasitic perhaps, and another thing you weren’t going to touch.

In the center of the conservatory was a type of fountain. In floating baskets were flora and fauna you could only imagine came from alien planets. There were various sizes of water lilies as well as submerged plants, with goldfish and small turtles swimming around their roots. During your tour, you had forgotten the purpose or reason you had visited this place. Perhaps it didn’t matter anymore as to why.

As could be expected from Zeta-7, everything was well pruned, the floor was clean, and his work table, and all his tools orderly. On the counter were bowls full of polished stones, various gravels, sea-shells, gemstones, and rocks. Above it were cabinets, where you found other odd bits and ends, as well as jars of seeds, and powders. You didn’t dare open any, but you couldn’t help but smile when you noticed the glowing pot of herbs. Not too long ago he had told you of his idea to make a bioluminescent plant so he could read in the dark.

You closed the cabinet, and pressed a hand to your chest. In this place, you had developed a new fondness. Warm-hearted, you felt a burst of joy, and renewed appreciation for him. In his house, especially in this room, you could feel him, and his nurturing care. Here, his invisible qualities were prominent, and you saw the fruitage of his work.

Away from the fast paced life you had known, here, you were disconnected, reborn in natural beauty. You felt his comforting presence, and almost heard his sing song voice call for you to be near him. Slowly, you were learning his secrets, and this was one of his better ones. It didn’t matter what you had come here to do, but you were relaxed, and on the couch nearest to the herbs, you laid down, and fell asleep. In your dreams, you stood amongst your perfect home, and it was very much like Ricks, and slightly a bit like yours.

Hours later, you were woken by the softness of a warm kiss upon your forehead. You were met by his winning smile, and towering figure. You sat up, and asked how long you had been asleep. Shaded by the color and sounds of evening, he pressed a code onto his phone and fairy lights lit up the corner where you two were. You had been there asleep all day, and hadn’t gotten any work done.

Oh well, that meant you had the rest of the night to figure it out. You patted the space beside you, and invited him to sit. Rick chuckled, and told you how he had come home to find you asleep, much to your embarrassment. He dared not to disturb you until he had showered, dressed, and cooked enough for two. Today he wasn’t wearing the usual blue sweater, and lab coat, but a blue dress shirt with a few of the buttons undone, and a pair of blue jeans.

Damn, when you gazed into his electric, forget-me-not blues, your breath caught in your throat. There was something different about him. Nothing so readily obvious, but nothing so insignificant. His penetrating stare searched you, curious in what it was you weren’t saying. You poked his cheek to ease the tension that had built up in your chest.

You did this a few times, and good-naturedly, he chuckled, and asked if you were having fun. Damn, it wasn’t helping, he was still handsome. Lips bitten, he studied you. What are you thinking, you asked.

With a blush, he leaned forward, until your foreheads touched. Sometimes, he didn’t have the words to say what he meant, but that was okay, you didn’t need them. With his face hidden in your hair, you giggled with he brushed that ticklish spot behind your ear. You pulled him close, until neither of you knew where you started or ended. Unlike other times, he did not try to pull away.

You bathed in his warmth, and sighed happily as he rubbed your back in soothing circles. He smelled like fresh laundry and cooking, his chin soft from a fresh shave. You blinked and all at once, you lost contact with the world around you, and he was all you, and you were all him. His fingers were in your hair, and you pressed kisses on the fresh cut on his left cheek. And when he captured your mouth in a firm, but gentle kiss, you felt him shaking.

There were days when he was so eager, that it scared him, and he didn’t know what to do with himself. Due to his lack of experience, as well as self confidence issues, he’d hold back from showing the full extent of his affection. Oh, the things he could do if he were more confident. Nice and slow you whispered, and in time he calmed a little, until you had a slow, and sweet rhythm of lingering kisses. When he broke this rhythm by apologizing for his inadequacy, you held him to your heart, and told him you weren’t going anywhere.

You loved this man more dearly than you had ever loved anything. He blushed like mad, too embarrassed to get an intelligible word out, but you thought nothing of it. Behind his ear, you found a bruise about the size of your thumb, and you realized you had probably held on too hard while you two were kissing. Now that you thought of it, you would have to be more careful next time. There were days when you forgot how old he was.

You knew that there would be struggles with dating someone like Zeta-7, someone so much older than yourself, someone who had been scorned and lonely, and how it was going to bring its fair share of trials and tribulations, but to you didn’t matter, because he was home.Surrounded by his plants, in this environment, in this sanctuary, you were home.

You asked what he had made for dinner, and his laughing eyes, nervous lip bite, and flushed face almost made you forget what you had just asked. You were good, and listened, even if all you wanted to do was steal his breath away. In this world, his world, Ricks behavior caught you off guard at times, but by allowing you into his world, you saw its values, and it’s truths. This sweet creature wanted you,

You traced his smile lines, committing them to memory.

He leaned into your touch, and damn he hummed. Please stay for dinner, he whispered. With you, you asked. As though he were peering into your soul, and reading your thoughts, he leaned forward, lips parted, his breath feathering your face. Just before your lips touched, he poked your cheek.

You pouted, which made him laugh, a full on belly laugh. This happy noise filled up the room, and you swore you heard something singing, perhaps it was a tree. The little tease, perhaps the Rick in him couldn’t resist. Oh well, there would be many other opportunities for you to return the favor, for now you’d accepted his outstretched hand. Blissful, he raised it to his mouth and kissed it.

Perhaps, he was becoming a little more confident, but all you knew was that it suited him. If nurtured, and cared for, with the right amount of love, in the right environment, what could Zeta-7 not do?

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