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unfortunatelysirius · 4 years ago

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Wicked Charm, What’s Your Patronus? | Remus Lupin, Marauders Era

「 ❁ 」PROMPT 「 ❁ 」

One day in Defense, Professor Boomstick offers whoever can produce a corporeal Patronus an Outstanding on the next essay as well as an out on a test. When Y/N shockingly produces a wolf Patronus, well… you can assume the rest.

「 ❁ 」AUTHOR’S NOTE 「 ❁ 」

Why did I name a guy Boomstick? Because that word is fucking hilarious to me THAT’S WHY (also this sucks ass but tbh I'm just going with the flow nowadays whatever comes out comes the f out whether it’s shit or not) and for anyone who wants to get technical, believe me i already know what u will say

DEFENSE WAS Y/N L/N’S last class of every Friday and as of late, the only class she fervently dreaded. It was a mix of students from different Houses but dominated by Gryffindors. Three of the infamous sixth-year Gryffindor circle, James Potter, Sirius Black, and Remus Lupin, were in there, each of the blokes gifted with a wand. Y/N didn’t pay them much mind at the start of the year but after a few months of mingling and getting to know her classmates, she had developed somewhat of an acquaintanceship with the boys, perhaps even a friendship. She was one of the other few Gryffindors in the room and after she particularly chewed out one of the Ravenclaws feet from the classroom for ruining her perfect attendance record (allegedly, the clumsy arse caused her a three-day sentence in the Hospital Wing) James and Sirius decided she had enough style and substance (“Marauder flair,” they called it) to invite her into their gang.

It was as unenticing on the inside as it was from a feet-on-the-ground outsider’s perspective. Y/N wasn’t very adventurous. She was miles away from Lily’s singlehanded definition of “studious”, but still a pretty mellow person, preferring to keep to predetermined routes and undetected on radars. She was an extrovert with introverted tendencies, mostly appearing at times with people who differed in lifestyle. Like James and Sirius, two peas in a pod.

Remus Lupin was much less of a firecracker inches from popping, his voice tampered and quiet, his disposition ripe with premature wisdom. Y/N found him likeable. Almost too likable—a noticeable kind of fancy that only prats would fail to see. Then that fancy became more; she didn’t remember how.

This was open to judgment from the gods, who could choose to interfere or leave Y/N’s recent change of heart alone.

Unfortunately for her with this newfound friendship and growing fancy, James and Sirius had enough arrogance to fit the Greek gods from ancient myth…

Zeus and Poseidon, at least. Maybe even Aphrodite, the bloody matchmakers.

Professor Boomstick, a stout, ashen man who oftentimes went into tangents about how the Muggle Army was a lousy old group of incompetent twats, liked challenges. He liked challenges for his students, specifically. He also liked favoritism and had yet to liken any students to his old pub buddies. Today Y/N and the Marauders all went to class expecting a test, but Professor Boomstick was already there waiting—and the room was empty of desks. Y/N stopped in her tracks, feeling Remus’s tall, lean frame smack into her backside. He apologized but she ignored him, sweeping her gaze across the floor. A group of students who found themselves there before her were huddling in a corner, nervous as sheep waiting to be sheered.

Y/N’s steps held an edge... She couldn’t deny she herself was nervous.

“Damn the test,” Professor Boomstick barked suddenly, catching Y/N’s bewildered eyes and holding them hostage. She swallowed hard. Surprises were not fun to her; she hated them with a passion. This old fart was just an arse to be incorporating one in place of a test on the history of Patronuses and Animagi she spent eons studying for. “We’ll see what you’re made of today without wasting parchment, can’t read your writin’ anyhow.”

“What exactly are we doing?” a long-faced, petite-nosed girl asked.

Professor Boomstick raised his wand and closed the door behind Y/N and the Marauders, throwing them further into the room. Y/N felt Remus’s arm brush her side and heat enveloped her from head to stomach. Glaring at Professor Boomstick, they all walked to stand with the other students, keeping a close eye on the crazy man they all called their teacher. Thank Merlin Defense professors never lasted.

“For any of you kids that can produce me a corporeal Patronus, I won’t just give ye bonus,” Professor Boomstick said, smirking at the huddle of students. “Ya got an essay due two weeks time on endangered species of the Wizarding World and that test we had scheduled today’s rescheduled for Monday. I’ll give any of ya who give me what I want a freebie on the quiz—and an automatic Outstanding on the essay. Still gotta turn three pages in though.”

The huddle of students struck up an excited exchange of whispers before going abruptly silent. Patronuses? That was hard-level shit and sparingly learned outside of class lessons due to its difficulty. Disappointment shuttered down the spines of each student, one at a time, as they all came to the same conclusion: this was a waste of time.

“What? None of ya have even tried?” Professor Boomstick demanded, bushy white eyebrows furrowing in the middle of his forehead. “May be a charm, but it could save yer life someday. All it takes is one loose Dementor and BOOM! Your soul’s been sucked right outta ya.”

Everyone flinched, some horrified at the sheer mention of Dementors. Professor Boomstick was right. No one really knew Patronuses and their uses. Advanced magic like that was too extensive, too dueling of a task.

Professor Boomstick was getting frustrated and impatient, glaring at each student individually. Crazy old man.

Y/N L/N nervously glanced at her classmates, mostly the marauding group of boys she befriended, before she stepped out of the huddle. All eyes automatically went to her.

James and Sirius were (in their opinion, rightfully) shocked she had this information under her belt the entire time—sitting on it, dwelling on it, never admitting to it where her friends were concerned. The two of them didn’t have any concept of privacy, both too invasive to be capable of secrets; Remus was nowhere near similar. Secrets were a part of his nature, only for the benefit of others and never his. If anyone could understand Y/N’s need to keep something like this close to her chest, it was Remus. Though, this wasn’t much of a secret. They all knew Y/N’s history and domestic life.

Remus glanced at her, an unreadable expression on his face, but her back was turned to him. She could feel everyone looking at her and picking out a single pair of eyes was too strenuous a task.

“Get on with it, L/N,” Professor Boomstick demanded.

“Okay, sir,” Y/N said. She would have never dared do this, but she was drowning in coursework from her other classes—any further work and she’d lose sleep, her grades suffering for it. Her mouth opened, inhaling a deep breath she braced.

Patronus charms were a complicated, beautiful species of magic. Arduous and dogging, it took someone particularly skilled to produce one—and you had to conjure one of your best memories, one of pure joy and exhilaration. Not just happiness, as one of Y/N’s old mentors incorrectly told her once upon a time. Y/N came from a family always preparing for the worst and through the years as the likelihood of a war reached its peak, her parents grew increasingly paranoid and enrolled her in a summer mentorship program as a precaution. She learned the Patronus charm from an eccentric man named Ellis Hawking.

Y/N’s happiest memory, the one that gave her pure, unadulterated joy, was when she was twelve and got to see her new baby sister.

“Expecto Patronum,” Y/N said when an incandescent smile reached her lips. All concentration went into her wand when she pointed. Her wand felt like it thrummed under her fingertips and she targeted the air just north of herself, where no one was in her line of sight.

Everyone behind her gasped when a shot of pure light emitted from her wand’s end, something growing larger as it left. Tendrils of silver and white swept the floor, coiling to become a translucent shape. The shape growled noiselessly, galloping on the ground like a wolf. It was a wolf. Majestic and sleek, making a turn to come running back at the caster herself—polarizing white eyes staring right into hers. Ears pinned back and slivers of silver hair standing on edge. All until it disappeared into the same device that made it. Creation and destruction, two separate words that meant the same: an inevitable, unavoidable cycle.

Y/N’s Patronus was last a dolphin when she first learned how to cast, not a wolf.

Her Patronus had changed.

“Bravo, bloody Hell—bravo, girl!” Professor Boomstick clapped enthusiastically. “For sure you’re gettin’ in my good graces rest of this here year. You’ve gotta be one hell of a witch casting a corporeal Patronus at sixteen! Bloody—”

Y/N stared down at her wand, completely bewildered.

Why did it change?

James glanced over at Sirius while Y/N was distracted, a grin breaking his shocked composure. Neither he, Sirius, or Remus expected that; while Remus was busy frozen and possibly panicking himself into early gray hairs, James was bursting on the inside from excitement. Sirius shared a similar expression.

“Looks like little Y/N’s in love with Moony,” he hissed under his breath, failing to lose his grin. “That’s gotta be it. I’ve read on this before.”

Sirius nodded, a faux solemnness combatting the electric shock darting around like butterflies on his face. “After General Prat’s done,” he said, and the two nodded like soldiers heading to war.

When no one other than Y/N could even produce an incorporeal Patronus, Professor Boomstick disappointedly released them—promising a nervous Y/N not to worry about the test or upcoming essay. James and Sirius automatically attacked at the last nameless student’s retreat, Remus trailing his two mates like a left-behind dog.

Sirius’s eyes zeroed in on Y/N’s wrist, where a charm bracelet dangled. It was covered in expensive-looking charms, one of engraved letters, a wand, a little wolf.

Whoa, cauldron’s bearings. There was a bloody wolf charm! What were the odds?

“Wicked charm,” Sirius said through a wink. Y/N’s eyes flickered between the two blokes then at her charm bracelet, not at all soothed in their presence. Still struggling to understand why her Patronus would be different, the two twats harassing her wasn’t desirable—especially since they looked like they did while meddling. Pranking. Causing mischief. Y/N made it clear ages ago she wouldn’t react kindly if they decided to fuck around with her the way they did with the rest of the Hogwarts student body. She liked her comfort bubble how it was, unperforated by buffoons best left six feet away. “Wolves. Did you get it to match your Patronus?”

Y/N bit her lip. “Well, actually—"

“Ah, Padfoot, obviously that wouldn’t be the case,” James said, slinging an arm around his mate’s shoulder. “She got it because it makes her think of a certain someone.”

“Who would I even think of? You guys are such prats,” Y/N said indignantly, narrowing her eyes now. Seriously, what were they getting at? They didn’t know anything, just perfectly well how drive anyone and everyone up the bloody wall. They’d drive a sane man mad!

“James, Sirius, don’t,” Remus said softly, appearing from behind. His eyes were wide with alarm, meeting Y/N’s at her sharp twist. He gulped at the annoyance in hers; James and Sirius had already done their damage. Idiots, they were.

“See, Y/N, I don’t think your Patronus has always been a wolf,” Sirius went on, pretending like neither Y/N nor Remus spoke in the first place. “Am I wrong?”

Y/N warily said, “No…”

“Did you know Patronuses can change to be complementary of their lovers’?” Sirius grinned obnoxiously. He shrugged his shoulders and nudged Y/N with one of his hands. “Just a thought. Maybe you fancy somebody, love ‘em.”

Y/N’s eyes widened and involuntarily, they looked at where Remus was standing. Remus froze again.

“We’ll leave you to it,” James said hastily, still grinning.

The bespectacled boy quickly lassoed Sirius around the neck and guided him to the door, calling to Remus that they’d be back in their dorm by the time he finished.

Remus awkwardly glanced over at Professor Boomstick. The man was just standing by his desk, drinking out of a flask, presumably waiting for his next class. Y/N sighed and unconsciously laced her fingers into Remus’s, dragging him away from their crazy-ass professor.

Once outside, Y/N faced Remus. “Is your Patronus a wolf?” she asked quietly, hurriedly. She didn’t want anyone to overhear, though the only likely soul left in distance was Peeves.

Remus looked at the ground. “Yes,” he reluctantly told her. He and the Marauders had yet to let her in on his furry little secret.

“Oh,” Y/N said and went silent. It’s not that she didn’t want to be in love with Remus, she just didn’t understand why she could have been so stupid to cast her Patronus in front of the entire class without contemplating her feelings for Remus first. Especially with prior knowledge that a wolf Patronus implied the chance of the charm caster being a werewolf. Students from the class would be beside themselves with rumors of Y/N being a werewolf herself.

As long as it wasn’t Remus being investigated.

“I’m sorry,” he said quietly, peeking up at her.

Y/N rolled her eyes. “Remus, why are you apologizing? Because of what animal the charm was? I’m not a bloody idiot. I know. Good thing I’m the caster, no one else, right?”

“Why would you like me, let alone love me?” Remus asked. “I don’t understand. I’m—”

“No, don’t even say it,” Y/N said, meeting his gaze. She reached forward and held his shoulders. “You’re handsome, funny, and intelligent. The least mad of any bloke I’ve seen. That’s all that matters to me.”

The heels of her feet lifted off the ground so she could peck his cheek. Remus flushed red and flinched back, not having expected any sort of affection—but Y/N deliberately ignored his confusion. She snorted and turned to leave.

Remus stood processing the unlikely events.

Y/N didn’t hear corresponding footsteps and stopped walking herself. “I hope you at least somewhat like me,” she said over her shoulder. “Else, that’d be one bloody embarrassing confession.”

Oh.

Remus’s shoes squeaked when he jogged to catch up. With his cheeks still aflame, Y/N hoped that meant he did, in fact, reciprocate.

I might need to do something about everyone seeing my Patronus, Y/N thought. Stupid Hogwarts and its plethora of assholes waiting for worthy gossip.

She was sure James and Sirius wouldn’t mind Obliviating the entire school for her and Remus. The idiots did supposedly do anything for their friends.

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barbecuebabybackribs · 5 years ago

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Truly Damned (Male Angel-Demon Hybrid Reader x Jasper Hale)

Dating Jasper Hale was many things, the first thing that comes to mind is heavenly- although incredibly ironic- but one of the other thing I would say it was is difficult.

He’s a man who never has to ask what someones feeling, he just knows. So obviously when I walked in- not only his mate but the one person in his long life he’d ever met whom he couldn’t read? His interest was peaked to say the least.

Question after question, trying to find out why exactly I was immune to all vampiric powers, not only that but my scent was something he’d never smelt before, so heavenly but so easy to resist. With most humans he struggled to not bite down on there neck every second he’s around them but not me, and he wants to know why.

Although that precise question is why I’m avoiding him now, trying to slowly make him realize he deserves so much better then a damned creature like me. I go against almost every religious text I’ve ever read- if they even bother to mention my kind at all.

A being born from the forbidden relations of a demon and an angel- it complicated my life to say the least.

Fortunately I was adopted at the mere age of three by a lovely older couple by the names Roxanne Seever and Delilah Seever, they didn’t know who I was or what I was but they loved me for me and that was enough.

However it didn’t last long, good things around me always seems to perish and Roxy was one of them- it all happened so quickly I could’ve done something but I just sat in shock as a semi headed right for our car, squeezed my eyes shut not wanting to witness what was about to happen and right when I heard the sounds of metal against metal and glass shattering- I felt nothing.

I opened my eyes and I was yards away from a picture that still to this day haunt’s me, I couldn’t see much but what I could killed me. The sight of the woman I called mom obviously launched from the wreck of a car mere feet behind her, laying on the ground breathing heavily, and blood surrounding her.

I could’ve done something, but I didn’t.

The ambulances came and carted us away but we all could see in her pale skin she was gone, and when I looked over and saw her cold lifeless face staring back at me that’s when I knew, I was the very thing I had nightmares of since I was a little boy.

I was left unscathed by my miraculous escape- as others called it. I just called it transmutation. I learned a lot since that day when I was a mere 12 years old, while my mother grieved yet never seemed to recover I became obsessed with finding out what I was, who I was, why I was created. It was years until I found out, but when they came to me, in my dreams. It all made sense.

They explained everything to me, how they and a demon had fallen in love however it wasn’t meant to be and they were torn from each other, but not before they fell pregnant- only possible due to the fact they were inhabiting a female body when the act took place.

It all made sense, all my years of searching and I finally got confirmation, I was a demon. A forbidden creature not even god could love, so I did what I thought was best and pushed everyone as far away from me as possible, and although it killed me to see my mother desperately trying to connect with me even through some of her darkest moments, I was doing what I thought was best.

My powers were completely out of control, the longer I lived the more powers showed up and the stronger they grew, transmutation, telekinesis, pyrokenisis, to many to name, and with each power came more struggle to keep my secret hidden, it was almost impossible to keep all of this bottled inside me,

And It was all going to plan, live my life never getting close to another person so they wouldn’t get hurt- that was of course until the new kid’s came to school- The Cullens- and among them was Jasper Hale, the man I would fall head over heels in love with and would completely change my life.

I tried my hardest to push him away but he wasn’t having any of it. He slowly chipped away at the walls I had so desperately built around myself, for months I slowly let him in, it was on the third month I officially befriended him, the fifth month I was fighting off a serious crush, and the six month was one I will forever cherish, the month he asked me out and I accepted so quickly embarrassment ate away at me. The eighth month he told me what he was and for just a moment I thought maybe he could understand, that we’d be safe with each other, and although I never told him what I was- I still felt as if he understood every part of me.

But that was crushed when a few days after our six month anniversary he was attacked by a group of nomad vampires, apparently my unusual scent still lingered on his brought them there- I was the reason they attacked him and he got hurt- although only slightly in vampire standard it still could have been much worse, he could’ve been killed.

I will never forget the image of him flashing in front of my, pure fear in his eyes as both his cold hands clamped around my shoulders, his voice faltered slightly as he asked if I was okay and if anything had happened. His blue shirt torn on his arms, new scars appeared under them, I tried to ignore is but my head spun as he told me the events that had just taken place and I knew, I knew I was wrong. I knew he wasn’t safe with me.

And that’s why I’m pushing him away now, and this time I won’t let him tear down my walls in fear of him getting hurt because of me again- or even worse ending up like my mother.

But of course he wasn’t going to make that easy for me. It’s hard to explain to the man you love why you avoiding him when you can’t just casually say��“Oh it’s because I’m a demon-angel hybrid and I don’t want you to die because everything good around me seems to die, my mother, my dog, happiness, kindness, all that good stuff. So I’ve decided to essentially shun you from my life. Okay bye have a nice day.”

So when I moved seats in class, didn’t sit with him at lunch, didn’t drive to school with him and hang out with him after school, didn’t even respond to his texts, he was slightly pissed, but mainly extremely concerned. What had happened? Was it something he did? Were you threatened by someone? Had you simply fallen out of love with him? Was he just not good enough?

He had to confront me, I knew it was coming but that didn’t make it any less heart wrenching. My chest ached as he confront me on my walk home, on the most secluded part of the route, his eyes were filled with pain as he asked a simple question, “Why?”

My throat went dry and I wrapped my arms around myself, the only source of comfort in this moment, I looked him dead in the eye and shook slightly as my entire facade dropped away in an instant, overwhelming guilt and despair washing over me, a single word caused my eyes to burn and water, my breath faltering despite my best efforts to keep it steady.

His golden eyes flooded with concern as he took in my pathetic state, “I can’t tell you.” I choked out, sucking in a jagged breath to try and calm myself but it only broke the damn in my eyes and tears streamed down my face- much to my dismay. In this moment as I looked at his confused and hurt eyes I envied his ability to not cry, it would make convincing him I don’t want to be with him much easier.

“Darling, what happened?” He said taking a step closer to me, “Why have you been so distant?”

I matched his step but backwards, wanting to keep distant because I couldn’t promise myself I wouldn’t fall into his arms if he got any closer.

“Nothing happened, Jasper. I just don’t think we are a good match.” I lied through my teeth, and I could see it on his face he knew it was a blatant lie.

“I don’t believe you, tell me what’s wrong Y/N. We can fix it, whatever it is we can work through it.” He promised, taking a quick step forward, this is so quick I couldn’t step away. I could only push him slightly by placing my hand on his chest, although he didn’t budge. He only held onto my hand while it was placed against his chest.

“Did I do something?” He asked, his brows furrowing as he stared at me, the pain in his eyes almost killed me and I couldn’t let him think he was the reason I didn’t want to be with him- he was the reason I wanted so badly to be with him, I was the reason I couldn’t.

“It’s nothing to do with you...” I mumbled trying to step back but his grip on my hand kept me in place, “Jasper please, let me go.” I said, referring to my hand although it had deeper meaning, I just needed him to let me go emotionally and physically.

“No, tell me what’s wrong,” He said cradling my hands gingerly although keeping a firm grip on them, “Whatever it is we can fix it-”

“No you can’t!” I shouted finally pulling my hands free, taking advantage of the fact that me raising my voice caused him to falter. I took a few steps back before running my now sweaty hands through my hair, I can’t do this... I can’t tell him.

“Please, Y/N. Whatever I did, I’ll make it better.” He practically begged, his usually steady voice quivering, irritation filled me and I finally burst, after all these years, my true self was finally revealed.

“No, Jasper! No you can’t, you can’t fix me! You’re not the problem I am, everything about me is damned- I’m quite literally a demon, I’m a monster in so many ways you will never understand, I can not be fixed like you said, you can’t fix this problem, I can never be fixed! Everything I love gets taken from me, my mothers, my friends, even my damn dog, I thought maybe you’d be safe, maybe you wouldn’t be affected by this damned curse, but no! You’ll just end up like everyone else!” I talked so fast my mind couldn’t keep up, I barely realize the burning sensation on my skin and the feeling of the wind hitting against my body but not in a sense I had ever felt before.

Looking over my shoulder I flinched at what I saw- there is not other way to say it other then the fact that I had sprouted wings, large and dark gray, filling the space behind me with large fuzzy feathers somewhat resembling a hawks feathers- but not only that small fires had lit themselves around my very being, causing the heat I had barely noticed before, this is it. He know’s I’m a monster, it only a matter of second before he leaves-

I was cut off by oh-so-familiar arms wrapping around me, pulling me into a tight hug, burying his face into my neck, I was so taken aback I could do nothing but stand almost limply in his arms, overwhelmed by a emotion I could not place but shocks of energy to each one of my nerves, but it sent a choked sob out of my throat and turned my stomach.

“It’s going to be okay, Y/N, Everything is going be alright.” his arms continued to embrace me, one of his hand resting on the back of my head and gently stroking my hair, although he was unable to soothe me via his powers, those simple words soothed me beyond imagine.

Finally letting a deep breath out the unimaginable weight I hadn’t realized was on my shoulders, I let myself fall into his arm, clutching at his freezing body like it was my only life line to this earth. Broken sobs leaving my lips as he supported my weight.

Once I had calmed down he finally let go of me, wiping the few stray tears from my cheek then ruffling my hair, without saying a single word he took my hand and started leading me away from where we had been, I looked over my shoulder- wings having dissipated at some point during the hug- and saw gray feathers blowing in the wind, scorch marks littering the ground around me.

“Jasper,” I said looking back over to him, “Where are we going?” I asked, He simply glanced at me, offering me a slight smile before stating simply “To the woods.”

“Jazzy that sounds like you’re going to kill me.” I mumbled but still followed him, knowing that was obviously not his intent.

Here only laughed at my statement, shaking his head slightly, if I could see his face I knew there would be a cheeky grin on his face and his gold locks would be perfectly framing his face- the thought made me want to make him look at me right now, however I continued to let him lead me deeper and deeper into the woods, before he let go of my hand- sighing in content.

“This will do.” He stated turning to me, leaning against a tree with his arms crossed.

“Will do for what exactly?” I questioned, he only smiled at me with that aggravatingly beautiful smile that just made me want to squeal like some twelve year old girl.

“For you to do some explaining.”

And with that he somehow convinced me to sit down and tell him all about my big secret- I had never even told him I witnessed my mother die in fear it would bring up to many questions, but now all my cards were out on the table and I spilled my soul to him. I told him about watching the life drain from my mothers body, how I spent months and years searching for answers, how my true “Mother” Visits me in my dream and explained everything, I told his I was technically a demon-angel hybrid, I told him how I pushed everyone away in fear my powers would become out of control as they so often did and cause someone to get hurt.

In the end it was nearly dark out, I had showed Jasper a small snippet of my power that I had showed him before, illuminating us with a small flame within my palm, he took my hand and pulled it closer,

“Hey, watch out Jasper it’s hot.” I said pulling away slightly so he wouldn’t hurt himself, although I quickly remembered he couldn’t feel the fire and it would simply wash over him, realizing my mistake I offered my hand again, a slight blush on my cheeks.

He remained motionless for a moment, before a grin spread across his face and he took my hand again, the hand that wasn’t gingerly caressing my hand floated above the flame, quickly dipping his fingers into the flame causing it to dance around him before pulling his hand away.

“Fascinating.” He almost gawked, looking me in my eyes, his eyes held a glint of fascination and an emotion I couldn’t place.

“What are you thinking about?” I quizzed, he let out a slight hum, letting go of my hand and standing from our position on the ground.

“You said you didn’t have full control of these powers?” He asked, however it sounded more like a statement.

“Yes..” I answered hesitantly.

“Well then,” He said before taking my hand and pulling me up so I was standing in front of him, “We’ve got a lot of work to do.”

(I hope this was okay, I’m still suffering a tad from sick brain but I think it’s decent. @shamelessloverhairdopainter If this isn’t to your liking feel free to contact me and i’ll tweak it to your liking :) have a wonderful evening and stay safe everyone)

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jae-canikeepyou · 5 years ago

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pair: jaehyun x fem!reader

genre: angst?? idek what else to describe what i wrote (nonstop) but yeah idk you judge :D

a/n: i don’t want this to flop just because it’s sad hours.. jk! there’s 7.1k words down there but hey, angst could be good, but i don’t think this is well written because the structure writing’s meh. so aNywHo i hope what’s below could touch your heart? pls lmk! enjoy reading! ~j

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you hate this.

you hate the smell of some random sharp chemical scent stinging your nose, the bland flavours of each meal, the repeated uniform gowns put onto you like you were attending school again. well you were supposed to be until medical records showed you were sick. not dying but based on several incompatible matches and rejected cases to cure your condition, you knew the trail you stood on was heading there.

it was dreadful, knowing that the weeks turned to months— waiting sucked big time especially when you continuously had to cross out days without a specific date to look forward to.

“don’t worry y/n. this is all temporary.” was the only sentence your brother told you.

you hoped all this would be a hurdle to jump over, like another race to finish. running along the track line had its perks. you get to challenge yourself at the endurance you have while the time ticked and caused a rush of exciting adrenaline. the audience were cheering too. the downfall?

you were tired.

to the point you wanted to stop this illness so you wouldn’t have to suffer anymore. the track drawn out for you was neverending.

here’s the good part though,

jaehyun was with you all since the day you arrived, and cheering for you too— like your own personal health companion. the encounter with him was amusing now that you recalled it.

( three months ago )

you sat comfortably on the bed, still adjusting to the new yet familiar setting. “change into this gown, and i’ll assist you to the doctor once you’re done.” nurse kim, better known as jisoo, patted your shoulder before she tended to others in need.

“thank you.” you mouthed, throat still sore from crying because you didn’t want to be back in the hospital. though you really felt fatigue consuming you and energy was vacuumed out of your system, you forced yourself to change anyway.

not until your peripheral spotted a young man opposite from you stared at your body that was half way to exposing. he knew you were about to react, so he rushed to cover your mouth and managed to muffle out a scream trying to escape your lungs. “shhh! please don’t!” he pleaded and gosh how melodic his voice was for a baritone.

thank heavens this man was ethereal, or else you would’ve smacked him with your fists like any other stranger intrusion. he finally let go of you knowing you’ve calmed down. “hi? i’m sorry if i came off as perverted but i mean no harm! i’m friendly!”

“well hello friendly.” your sarcasm on point. “what are you doing in my side of the i.c.u.? there’s a curtain surrounding my corner and how did you get in here without my knowledge? i should be able to notice you either way.” you hugged your torso.

he crossed his arms at the tone of your voice. ”it’s jaehyun. my name’s jaehyun.” he corrected and sat at the end corner of the bed. “that’s kinda hard for me explain.”

“what’s hard to explain-”

“it’s like how it is to a math solution.” he said, his body adjacent to the window. “go on and change. i won’t look.”

you rolled your eyes and kicked him off of the bed. “ugh you’re a pain. i’ll be more assured if you’re out of here.” you took off your clothes and into the new fabric and observed his back figure. he had toned muscles denting slightly under his denim pajamas and white home slippers. he didn’t leave, just kept his word by not peeping at you.

the bed creaked softly alerting him of your finished action. “ah, you’re done!” he exclaimed and turned around in interest.

“what business do you have here if i may ask?” you went to the extent of covering yourself with another pillow.

jaehyun hummed as he rubbed his chin, dimples hollowing and prominent stubbs pricked his fingers. “i’m looking for something i left. it’s a keychain.”

“couldn’t you just go to the lost and found section?” you asked, shooing him away while you scrolled down your phone. again he didn’t leave. “how long are you staying?”

a sly grin crept his face. he leaned closer to you as if he were to kiss you. “as long as you want me to-”

“gross!” you slapped him but he read your actions, stopping your from pursuing. “just find the damn item and leave!”

“fine sheesh.” he shrugged and began searching it under the bed, crawling around to see if it was there.

boredom soon came and you tried to clear your mind from what just happened. you went to the camera icon to take a picture of him to show to your best friend. the viewfinder captured his fluffy hair, side profile with his dimples stapled to his cheeks. his lips were pursed and brows were scrunched. as you sent it, you laid back inclined to the bed, waiting for him to say ‘eureka!’ or ‘found it!’.

but he said neither.

your phone dinged soon enough that your eyes widened.

[09:03] yuna: did you see a cockroach crawling again? if yes then you’re a bad photographer 😆

you let out a long “ha?” and jaehyun looked up to see your face as sour as it could get. “what’s wrong?” he asked and sat next to you as if you both were close already. his face turned blank when his eyes looked at the phone, and he knew you saw his change of expression.

“this is what i mean it’s hard to explain.”

there was a long silence and then it hit you. it wasn’t sheer panic bubbling your lungs or fear overpowering your mind. more of a fascinated shock of a revelation. “y-you you’re—”

jaehyun smiled embarrassingly, scratching the nape of his neck. “yeah.. i’m a—”

“a ghost.” “an angel.”

“what? no! i’m not a ghost!” he shifted on the bed, furthering away from you at the comment. “ghosts haunts people. angels protects people.” his hand gestures explaining his current identity was hilarious.

the phone was on low power mode so when it dimmed, you tapped on the screen, the picture you took show no one but the floor and the bed’s corner. and you haven’t laughed in a while, this jaehyun was entertaining when he defended. “pretty sure that’s not how i encountered you earlier. you scared me.” you raised a teasing brow.

“it really wasn’t my intention.”

the sigh he let out made you laugh more, his surrendering whine would stay in your head forever. “were your wings removed, jaehyun?” you asked. “can other people see you? or am i the only one who can see you? oh wait. this is a million dollar question.” you brought your hands together and he definitely wasn’t amused. “are you even alive?”

he flicked your forehead and you swore there was a red mark on it. “yes. yes—well only children— yes. and.. no.“ he said softly, the latter expressed in sorrow and his shoulders slouched low. “i woke up at the rooftop of the hospital one day because of this soft blanket hugging my back, they were my wings. i knew i wasn’t alive anymore. so when i came to accept it days after, i wanted to try out flying around the city and jumped off the hospital grounds and i fell instead of flying.”

“pfft! what you get from trying out something you ain’t familiar with, fallen angel.” you covered your mouth in realisation but jaehyun wasn’t agreeing with your assumption. “literally you are?”

“i’m not that type of angel. maybe i have some unfinished business, i don’t know. but i’d like to think i’m an angel!”

you hummed, convinced enough at this event. “ah maybe because you left your keychain? that’s counted as unfinished.”

another strong flick numbed your forehead. “no? we can’t bring stuff to heaven.” he gurgled at your innocence. “you’re going to help me find the solution to gain my earthly memories and my unfinished business so i can go to the other side.” jaehyun held your hands, the grip strong yet soft all at the same time.

“why me?” you exchanged looks from him and the view outside. “i’m no expert in this field.”

jaehyun’s eyes twinkled; not in awe but in desperation. “you are the only person who can help me. i can’t rely on children because.. they’re children and they’re so young.”

well that’s common sense, y/n.

“i’ll help.” not knowing why you agreed, but your heart just ache for this beautiful man. he couldn’t remember how he passed, he seemed desperate too, and needed someone to talk to. maybe you could fill in that role before the time came for him.

“thank you!” he had his fists clenched, twirling around as he yelled out the window. “i haven’t gotten your name yet.” his hands fell faintly onto yours, almost a tingly feeling.

“y/n.” you took his hand for a shake, holding onto it dearly. “i’m y/n, nice to meet yo-”

suddenly, his lips kissed the area where he flicked you. “well my dear y/n..” he smiled. “..consider this contract signed. there are conditions, but we can discuss that later.”

life in the hospital starting today wouldn’t be too boring. he stood beside the bed with the most starstriking smile you’ve ever seen, celebrating his awaited desire. you befriended jaehyun and he wasn’t a patient or part of the medical staff. he looked at you with bliss; the sun illuminated from behind him and that really confirmed it..

no, he wasn’t a ghost. he was indeed a spirit.

or angel. he’ll probably prefer that way.

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your brother became more protective than he usually was. straight to the hospital for you was added to his tight schedule and even then he was able to find time to care for you despite that. if you were to talk about the best big brother in the world, he was definitely the first place even in another life.

“guess who’s here.” taeyong cooed and pulled the curtains as he entered your area in the i.c.u. he found it strange when you didn’t greet him with your handshake nor a smile.

he sighed quite heavily at the bowl prepared for you, it turned cold and he placed his bags on the chair beside you. “hey kiddo, you have to eat something, yea?” he brushed your strands away to see your welling eyes looking at the distance outside. the window was the only thing separating you and the world.

most of all, your social life.

taeyong looked back to the day at campus two years ago; he remembered how he rushed to the university clinic after his lecture, stumbling as his legs gave in seeing you with the same pained expression. he should be used to the sight, but each time you end up in a place he never wanted you to be in, it was like seeing it for the first time.

he also remembered how his eyes trailed to your arms that rubbed your mid back. the nurses calming you with words of encouragement that you’d be fine. you didn’t like how you caused him so much worry, maybe one more push he’d be exploding into flames because you weren’t getting any better.. or probably he’d lose some hair because of the stress.

“i.. don’t want to eat.” you weakly pushed the tray on the mini table above your thighs. “i’m sick of this place and i’m sick of being sick. i just wanna go home.”

he knew that certain voice you have which made his heart sunk, but he knew you too well that you missed his cooking. “i know, but it’s short-lived, your condition is curable and you staying here is temporary.”

uh-huh.. that word again.

“and i made you these.” the cushion of the bed lowered due to his weight, making you shift to him. “fried corndogs. added a little twist to it with johnny’s help with the sauce. eat it before nurse jisoo arrives.”

at the corners of your eyes, jaehyun’s lips puckered at the sight of food. this caused you to save a box for him. you gave him a wink and set that aside. you could feel his figure arching to sit next to you as he began eating his share.

“you’re more afraid of her than i am.” you teased taeyong, finally smiling. “get her number already or else i’ll tell her how you’ve been crushing on her since forever.”

“forever’s an exaggeration, sis.” taeyong picked the stick and handed it to you. “it’s only been three months.”

“and three months means your cowardice is really preventing you from doing that.” the crunch from the dish made him tickle you in all vulnerable places and you rolled your eyes remembering the warning of your body’s strength exertion.

jaehyun nodded in agreement, licking the mustard that stained his fingers. “yeah, that’s a coward right there. can i give him lessons?” he stated, and you nearly choked in giggles.

taeyong then checked his watch, pecking you a kiss which got you forming questions at the back of your head. “oh the time.”

you gently placed the devoured stick into the box and dove in other sticks for seconds— or thirds. “you’re leaving? you just got here.”

he gave a wink and tugged the curtains. “not yet. i’m doing what you suggested me to do.” he gestured his palms, indicating that he would attempt to actually get her number. “she’s gonna be off duty in five. later honey.”

focused on the meal, you waved at him as you continued eating. jaehyun scooted closer to you. both enjoyed the meal and he hummed a song; something he would do when his palate craved food from the world. “i still find it unbelievable that taeyong couldn’t see me.” he giggled while the crisp sound of the batter synchronised with yours.

“you mean how you’re finally able to eat actual food each time he comes here.” your voice almost bursting into laughs of mockery, but held them in since jaehyun has been helping you as well. he nudged you gently and ever so sweetly, a toast cheer from your meals.

“yeah, but it’s because we have connection y/n, i’m able to eat solid food. so thank you.”

being locked in an all white room prevented you from going outside, that was fine since jaehyun was there with you, you wouldn’t be that bored. the pact you created with him was so simple that you could memorise it in a second. his requests were you both would be together everyday, cater to each other’s needs, eat and watch some series he missed out or discontinued.

and in the three months being with him, days were getting better. he actually knocked down the walls of your thoughts of hopelessness, encouraged you during your sad hours and hyped you up when you have some rehabilitation sessions. medical staffs were shocked that for someone whose condition was clearly on the verge, the will to live was written all over you.

jaehyun appreciated the ideas you’ve given him; memories or events that he might’ve forgotten, or any category he used to love like sports / music. he mentioned he knew how his family looked like, but not their names nor his home address. so he couldn’t visit them. though there was little progress and countless of bickers regarding the matter, you both were getting somewhere on each ends. and in the midst of it, you had each other as support.

“does your family or ancestors have some kind of gift?” he sunk down with you at the inclined bed rest. “while taeyong might not have it, you do?”

“maybe, but i’m not sure. we don’t talk about these things.. of the unknown, ghosts and spirits and-” your jaw dropped when he bit the remaining half of the corn dog from the stick you held. “jaehyun!”

“how many times do i have to tell you i’m a guardian angel?” he immediately rebutted your clumsy referral while chewing deliciously. “specifically yours, so don’t deny my role for you.”

your heart skipped beats. the claim he just did was heartwarming, and it was the first he said anything nice since your introductions months prior. “w-who said you’re my a-angel?” you batted your lashes.

jaehyun pointed at himself and disappeared to somewhere you do not know where he’d go considering he wasn’t familiar within the city. at night it was always like this, at 8pm sharp, he’d leave without saying goodbye, leaving you alone. then he would return the next day, greeting you with the same smile. maybe being an angel had its curfew too?

but as the sun rose the following morning and the colours merged into the prettiest pair the city ever witnessed, jaehyun anticipated the minute he sees your eyes slowly opening then adjusting to the light of the day. your calm beauty had him awestruck. he never felt this way before, more so, it was the first since he became a spirit.

come on come on come on, he stared at the hand of the clock, just one more second—

“hey.” he froze once he heard you and hesitated to turn around. “this is a new look on you.”

jaehyun shyly did so anyway, ears red that his planned surprise for you ended up failing. “do you like it?”

the long hums of your morning voice was more nerve-wrecking than waiting for the time to reach its end. “like? i love it! you look fresh!” you complemented him in all honesty.

until today, he wore the same denim pj’s and lets not question whether he does change. what struck you was that he wore a simple white tshirt with denim jeans, pairing them with a brown suede ankle boots. that wasn’t the key point of his fashion today.

rather, he topped his attire with costumed angel set; a halo and wings. when a proud smirk appeared, it got to you that he was really handsome. “sweet. oh i got you breakfast.” he tossed two sandwiches, carefully wrapped yet your nose could smell its delish filling.

“thanks.” you accepted them. “i didn’t know angels have their allowances.”

“we don’t. i used your cash.” jaehyun said, playing with the change coins. he flinched for cover, your hands in attempt to hit him.

you pinched his cheeks with the support of his hollowed dimples. “i told you to tell me if you’re going shopping with my money! is the costume included too?”

“i was supposed to but it seemed like you were having a nice dream!” he poked your forehead and there was no chance to fight back because for one, it was part of the contract. “and i’m sure it’s a nice one..” he trailed off, pointing at the small drools on your pillow.

his dimples started to show and you couldn’t resist its existence. “be thankful you’re really cute. anyway, did you ask children to do it for you again?”

jaehyun scratched the nape of his neck. “yes, and i treated them in return. who are you texting?” he hovered over you.

your lips straightened to a flat line. “i’m talking with jinho. he said he’s coming but you know men, they sometimes break promises. he’s probably not going to come again today.”

jaehyun didn’t know why his heart squeezed, if it was for how you were treated unfairly or if it was just him. he wasn’t in the position to feel this way towards you. yet because it was you— someone he spent three months with— he thought maybe it was normal to have such feelings. he visits you every single day, cared for you, be with you when your boyfriend not once ever did.

the thing was, did he have the right to keep these unexplainable bubbles of emotions in his gut? it wasn’t like you belonged with him anyway. just why did jaehyun hate it when your lips utter jinho’s name when he never acted like your beloved?

“why are you still with him when he doesn’t show affection for you?” jaehyun pat your head in comfort.

“maybe because i love him.” you typed on the screen to message him, yet stopped a while when he said those words. he was right, if jinho truly loved you, he’d be here already. so you stayed silent instead and divert the conversation. “oh this can help your memory! about love! did you perhaps have a girl-”

*zing!* sharp stings pierced and came to jaehyun’s temples like arrows.

he held the pain in as he didn’t want to worry you. “i’m gonna head out for a bit, y’know fresh air.” he swallowed his own saliva, hoping you didn’t hear it. he didn’t mean to be rude and disappear at you like that. his chest squeezed again at the thought of you with someone else.

he didn’t know what love felt like until now.

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it was unexpected.

jaehyun never imagined he would fall for you so soon, or ever thought of you nothing more than a friend who’d help him go to the other side. if he had to describe the relationship you both have, that’d merely be a boss-client kind of thing. yet he still knew that there was a connection despite him not being human anymore. there were frequent playful nudges and he waited half a year to be able to communicate with people. you were special.

special in a way that you treated him like he was alive again. you didn’t care about whether people would give you stares as your silhouette seemed like you were talking to yourself or someone they couldn’t see in the naked eye, or how nurse jisoo and taeyong would ask why you didn’t eat all of your meal only to save the other half for him. he was spoiled by you, where it was supposed to be the way around. sometimes he wondered if he was the right angel to look after you. in the end, it was him who initiated the contract and you complied without hesitations.

as if he were to watch a movie— except he wasn’t— pictures flashed before his vision, from a blurred quality to a clearer one. it was short, yet it was not enough to tell him what they were. maybe it was a memory, but he couldn’t put the scenes together.

he rubbed his eyes and felt the light gust of wind from children running through him with a ball in their hands.

then another fragment came to his sight, the sting of his temples ache like ones in the room. bright lights from the memory have blinded his eyes before it was replaced by the sun’s rays.

what the heck? he thought.

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jaehyun kicked the stones that were separated from the cracked concrete ground. the way the stones rolled was identical to his churning stomach. he wondered how you were doing and later smiled to himself when he saw you waving at him from your window.

his palms were brought out to wave back except your lips didn’t utter his name. it was jinho, who happened to behind him; holding flowers.

of course.

he forgot about it for while; you have a boyfriend.

by this time he started to question if angels or spirits actually do have feelings; romantically. televisions never specified this fact. taeyong appeared in his field of view, who successfully asked jisoo out on a date. since when did hospitals served as a love spot? clearly his mood changed, but seeing you noticing him and waved at him, he decided to apologise for cutting you off earlier.

and he wished he shouldn’t have entered the i.c.u, from the door entrance the curtains were slid to the bedside. you were embraced in his arms, held onto dearly. he saw the tears rolling down your cheeks. a bouquet of flowers wrapped around your fingers. not wanting to intrude or ruin the moment, he turned around to give you space. it was your personal life after all.

he thought that maybe if he were alive, would things turn out differently if he met you? he would probably treated you better if ever.

jaehyun leaned against the door frame of the i.c.u. the human him would tell him he was definitely heartbroken witnessing that. he was supposed to be happy for you; you were improving mentally, recovering physically even if it was slow. your boyfriend finally visited you.

speaking of the said person, he felt jinho’s figure leaving the room, brushing past and through him. so he looked back at you, who was staring at him with a weak smile.

were you okay?

then tears brimmed at the edge of your eyes.

yeah, you definitely weren’t okay.

“y/n?” jaehyun called out and approached your bed, being the curtains to a close and sitting beside you afterwards. “what’s wrong? why did jinho leave so soon?” he pointed.

your face went pale and though ordinary people would know it was due to the illness, jaehyun knew it was about something else. he held your hands, pulling you gently for a hug. it was still funny if you think about it; how you could hug an angel physically. “we called quits. it was mutual though, don’t be too shocked.” you fixed your chin onto his shoulder and felt him tense at the revelation.

“why? you wanted him to come over and he did. you should be happy.” jaehyun stared into your swollen eyes, cupping your jaw to wipe the fallen tears away. “he gave you flowers, hugged you.. what’s lacking?”

“that wasn’t a normal hug.. it was a parting one. jinho told me he couldn’t take it.” you began, leaning more into his touch. “he doesn’t like that he’s incapable of helping me get through all this. seeing me suffering was too much for his heart.”

jaehyun’s fists balled and you could see them shaking. his eyes turned darker the more you explained. “so he was thinking of himself more than he thought of you?” his tone raised and you flinch at the volume. “where’s the mutual in that, y/n? you agreed to his selfishness even if you’re hurting so much?”

“it is mutual jae.” you sniffed, sitting up properly to expound further. “for the past three months i’ve been wanting him to come here because i wanted to break up with him. i wanted to tell him that he should get used to..” your voice trembling and jaehyun held you close. “..that he should get used to not having me around anymore. i fell out of love. so if there’s anyone who’s selfish, it’s me.”

“what.. are you saying?..” he asked softly. “it sounds like you’re giving up.” referring to your existence around the people you love. “are you giving everything up? all we did to improve your condition?”

a sob escaped your lips and you covered your face because you couldn’t look at him in the eye as you answer. you didn’t like to appear weak to him than you already were. “jaehyun, when you disappeared, the doctors came and said there was no kidney donor. it’s finalised. they’ve contacted local and overseas hospitals and none were of my match. i’m getting sicker each day and i really appreciate the motivation you’ve given me and there’s nothing left in my soul to fight any longer.”

“no no no no. please me tell me you’re not serious, y/n.” he begged. “tell me that you’re going to rethink about it and have the will to live. tell me that what we both signed up for will not go in vain. we worked hard together. we helped each other, we went through thick and thin. tell me that your decision is not permanent.”

“and what? you’re going to tell me my condition’s temporary too? if yes then you’re just like taeyong and nurse kim jisoo.” you laid back down and stared at the window.

jaehyun was about to speak when you started to sniff again. “everything that’s happening to me is always temporary.. nothing ever stays.. no one ever stays.. taeyong’s visits are limited, my personal nurse is always busy.. and what hurts me the most is that our time together is temporary too. soon enough you’ll go to the other side.. you’re only the friend i have now.”

“hey..” he cooed and now laying down beside you, wrapping you in his arms as you sunk more onto his chest. “..don’t say that. i-i’m still here.” even if he said that, jaehyun knew that that was false; that day would actually come, he just didn’t know when.

you turned to face him and hugged him tightly, sleep starting to get to your system. “when i met you, you became more of a boyfriend than jinho ever did.”

he caressed your back and you could feel the vibrations from his soft laughs. “look, i’m sure jinho did his best to be your boyfriend. and if i was your boyfriend.. well you’re talking about a guy who hasn’t gotten a single clue of who he is nor have his memories returned. my unfinished business is still a blank page. it may look temporary now but i guarantee you, i know you’ll have that new transplant, it’ll be-”

“that will never come.. i’m dying, jaehyun.”

jaehyun hummed in disagreement. he was fuming but he tried his best not to show it, that will contradict with his role of being your guardian angel. “tsk, say anything further i’m really gonna flick your forehead.”

you chuckled since it reminded you about the first day. “i mean, if i don’t make it, that would mean i get to be with you. it’s not temporary anymore, right?”

he bursted in scoffs of disbelief and you could tell he was playing around at the same time. “what? do you wanna be with me so much?” he questioned, flicking your forehead. “i wouldn’t mind having a side kick though.”

“i’m kidding, but truth to be told, you’re the best angel anyone could ask for.” you fixed the crooked halo headband for him. “no wonder children loves angels.”

“you’re acknowledging i’m an angel now, huh?” he messed your hair. “if children loves angels, what about you?”

*zing!* jaehyun shut his eyes closed. an unclear image of him locking his phone; its wallpaper of him and his parents.

tsk why am i feeling this again—

“i’ll say yes if that’s what you want to hear.” you challenged. jaehyun squinted his eyes open, to you it was pretty obvious it was what he wanted to hear.

jaehyun pinched your cheeks to awake you from reality, once again setting the memory aside. “we can’t date. i don’t want to be a rebound.” he stuck out his tongue, making you mirror the same. “you’re human, i’m an angel.”

“technically a ghost but i’ll take it as a self-proclaimed angel.” you shrugged, a curve appearing at the corners of your lips. “anyway, should we continue watching-”

the curtains separated which made you and jaehyun jolt in shock. “y/n!”

taeyong’s voice echoed the room, glad that most patients were asleep and he threw himself onto the bed. jaehyun got up, letting your brother hug you. “they were wrong!” he cried in tears of joy.

“they messed up your records. your condition was identical with another patient’s!”

you saw jaehyun giving him a look you think would pass as a meme. “what is he saying?” he asked.

“what are you saying?” you blinked several times at his shaking hands and hoarse hiccups.

“you have a donor!” he exclaimed.

jaehyun’s smile grew and as he walked towards you, he held your hands to squeeze them in congratulatory. “well, what did i say y/n? told you it’ll come.”

the pain on his temples faded it always did, but it was something he experienced quite often in the past days. he couldn’t figure what it was.

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almost everyone in the room observed how anxious you were, the fiddles of your fingers and the constant biting of your lips that they could bleed any moment now. you were moved to a new room and jaehyun poked your cheek to gain your attention and to snap out of your daydream. a satisfied grin plastered on his face when your eyes locked into his.

you thought maybe the heavens probably heard his words. last week, he did say the transplant would come, and it did. soon later, you would be having an operation; a new kidney to function. you waited for this for so long that just thinking about it, you’d probably cry again.

seeing jaehyun stare into the panorama of the city before him had your chest tightening. it wasn’t good nor bad..maybe you were just nervous that the reality of all this was actually happening. he was glowing compared to most days; and it’s not due to the sun adding extra illumination to his figure. it was like the first day, his greeting was awkward but it became something you’d never forget.

the medical staff left after briefing you, injecting anaesthesia so you could meet your slumber. taeyong messaged he would try to arrive as soon as he could, and you were assured by the time the operation’s done. now the room was silent, all you could hear was jaehyun’s shoes clicking on the marbled floor. his hands grabbing yours to comfort you.

“scared?” he asked with faint dimples trying to boast. you nodded. “you shouldn’t be. you’ve waited for this for so long. everything’s gonna turn out fine for you. and i’m here, guarding you as usual.”

you wrapped your arms around his neck, and he responded by holding your waist, sinking in deeper into the embrace. “i’m not scared now. i don’t know how different it’d be if i hadn’t met you- well, you introduced yourself first before i did, so..”

your eyelids suddenly began to drop, the drug soon kicking in. “y/n, when you come out of that room, only half of the contract’s completed. there’s still mine to go.” he said, laying you gently on the bed.

“i know. it’s just everything seems to happen so fast.” you admitted sadness, because that always was in your head since the news broke to you.

“do you have any questions before you sleep?” jaehyun propped his elbow onto the side table, fascinated how you were still trying to keep yourself awake just to converse with him. “about me. because who knows if you would remember me once you’re conscious again.”

“why would i forget my angel?” you giggled, eyes closing. “hm.. i was going to ask you this but you ditched me haha.”

“oops. sorry about that.” embarrassed, jaehyun rubbed his chin just recalling that day.

“i wanna know if you knew how love felt like. do you remember?”

*zing!* red lights circled around in a container orbit, its center rotating as if it was signalling.

jaehyun was stunned and out of words for a while. the same feeling came flushing to him as you both talked about love before. of course he knew what love was. you made him remember. love was like sailing on a boat at the open ocean before stumbling upon something so beautiful that you couldn’t take your eyes off of. “yeah i do. why?”

although you felt that you’re close to drifting to dreamland, an urge in you wanted to tell him why. “because you asked me if i ‘love’ you.”

*zing!* the clock striked 8. it doubled and tripled in vision, moving in a static way.

jaehyun felt dizzy and nauseous. please just stop..

holding the stinging pain in and ignoring it, he leaned closer. “do you now?” he asked, a sly smile creeping his mouth. “if you’re to ask me, i do love *zing* you.” he heard you manage to let out a giggle. “i love to enlighten you when you’re down. i love talking with you and stealing your food. basically just everything about you.”

“hm, same. like platonic love.” your hands find your hold his.

“mhm. platonic.. lo-” he paused due to the continuous throbbing, and gave you a little squeeze despite the hurt he had been feeling recently. hesaw how you didn’t reply, your breaths heaving softly and calmly. his smile broke out as this always happened whenever you held onto him.

what he couldn’t say out loud was that what he felt for you the entire time wasn’t a platonic love.

he really loves you like you’re his.

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heavy pain awoke you from unconsciousness. you tried to open your eyes without letting the light blinding them. the first person you saw was taeyong and jisoo, their bodies almost covering your pan of view. your eyes craved to see jaehyun, your chest drummed fast when you couldn’t.

taeyong looked worried, brushing the strands from your face. “are you okay? do you feel any pain?” his palms caressed your face.

you didn’t answer, yet the tears wanting to fall have met its end. jisoo quickly left to find the surgeon and taeyong followed to fill in paperwork. where was jaehyun? why wasn’t he here with you? he always appear before you as soon as your eyes flutter open. you were so used to seeing his face and that you were assured he’d be there.

more than two hours have passed and jaehyun still hasn’t shown himself. so far into the day, you’ve eaten porridge, changed a new set of clothes, had a few conversations with taeyong and jisoo, and watched the series alone. even then you waited for him to come. now you were left alone briefly again. you tried to sit up or incline the bed.

“if you needed help, call my name. did you forget me already?” jaehyun’s body assisted yours by acting as a support. “you shouldn’t move too much, y/n.”

jaehyun felt his torso like he was hugged by a koala. “i thought you’re gone. i didn’t see you when i woke up..” your voice soft and hoarse.

“i was here the whole time, behind jisoo and taeyong.” he said, puzzled by how late you noticed him.

“stay with me for a while.” you requested, and he followed. “i love how you’re always here.”

again, sharp stings hit his temples. fragments of past memories came flushing to him. they were still monotone, but this time they were clear enough to see what they were trying to portray. was it how he passed? there were people pumping his chest, people holding his hands dearly.

even without seeing his face, you could feel jaehyun was uncomfortable. he didn’t know why the pain was frequent. “is something bothering you, jaehyun?” you pulled away, and you were shocked to see him switching from solid to translucent; like he was flickering. “hey, why are you-” you reached out for him, but your hands failed to hold his. they passed through him like he was gas. you couldn’t feel him anymore.

“y/n..” jaehyun gave a painful look, something you’ve never seen before. “i think i’m fading.”

you arched your brows and lips parted at that certain sentence you thought you’d hear in the far future. “why? our contract is not done yet.” you replied, still attempting to at least touch him again. “we have yet to find your unfinished business.”

jaehyun knew what this meant. he knew what was happening. he felt stupid for not telling you sooner. “maybe it’s already revealed, i just haven’t acknowledged it.” he saw his limbs flickering then fading, taking turns of the two. he was worried, but he somehow felt safe.

it was hard to understand what he was trying to say. each word that came out of his lips were shooting your heart like daggers. you clenched your clothes by the buttons of your pajamas, tears forming then falling. “w-what do you mean? are you leave-” you quivered though you didn’t want to show it. “how long have you known?..” the reality of it now seeping into you.

“i’ve known and realised it for a week now.” he said, forcing his lips to smile, to appear unaffected. “whenever the word ‘love’-” he groaned at the pain again, bending down slowly. “..’love’ is mentioned, i feel this rush of mixed pain and happiness. i think it’s related to what i have left here on earth.”

“i knew you were acting strange, but i thought it was nothing because you’d looked fine.” you asked, trying to get off the bed to go to him. you wanted him to explain further because none of what he said was processing in your brain right now. “you seemed fine..”

“the reason why you could see me was because you’re the person who will make me remember what love is.” he held your face, and all you felt was a tingling feeling from his touch. “when i was alive.. i was a stubborn boy who only cared about himself. i never had a relationship, never appreciated the love my parents given me.”

“if you remember all this.. did your memory show you how you.. died?” you looked at him and he gave a smile, almost a parting one.

“yeah.. it was the first hint.. i was late for my basketball championship match. i was texting my parents to come to the game while crossing the street.” jaehyun chuckled, a bitter one and people could tell if they actually heard him. “i saw i was rushed to the ambulance, the sirens alerting everyone.. i was wheeled into the e.r.. i guess you know what happened next.”

then he broke down, arms bringing to his face. “..i couldn’t tell mom and dad i love them..” jaehyun weakly came forward, pulling you into his embrace. it was confusing that he could touch you, but you couldn’t. no matter how much you wanted to give him comfort like he use to do with you. he held onto you, as if he didn’t want to let you go.

“why didn’t you tell me what you’ve been feeling? why tell me now, jaehyun?” you tried to cup his face but to no avail they still went through it. you’re practically begging him to give you reasons why he had to hide it from you.

the shakiness his pupils did have shown he was scared. “i didn’t want you to feel sad about me. that’ll only destroy the joy from the news you received.”

your palms dropped to your thighs, breaths hitching and let out uncontrollable muted gasps. “i am sad now! i’m sad that you’re leaving me-”

his touch calmed you. “i never really got to say this because all we ever did was to support each other but.. i really, deeply, from the bottom of my heart.. thank you, y/n. you taught me how to love again, in the little things and..”

“jaehyun..” you sighed heavily and eventually cried with him, heart tugging your strings until they snapped.

“..and maybe that’s my unfinished business.” his smile was definitely forced.

and you did the same. “i’m glad i was able to help.. i’m glad you’re able to find what love is. but if you could love a person again, i’m sure they’re very lucky.”

hearing him let out hurtful laugh and sniffs became often as you told those words. “you are lucky you’re loved by an angel. i told you i love you, right?” his arms went through your body, then his entire body moved back like he was magnetised to something he waited for.

it was time.

you felt the same kiss on the forehead for the final time.

he saw how you wailed, craving for his embrace, like a child looking for a mother’s touch. what ached him was that you couldn’t see him anymore. the cries became louder, taeyong ran to you, thinking you were still hurt from the operation. he was an angel, he should be strong for you but all he felt was

hurt.

he shouldn’t have left your side at night. he should’ve stuck with you like glue. he wanted to spend longer time with you.

what hurt him the most was he should’ve known that three months was temporary.

your eyes caught sight of the man you stayed with you. because of him, you got to find out a lot about yourself when you were vulnerable, things that had to be dug deep in order to find that hidden gem. in the past minute you couldn’t see him. but now he was floating in the air, glowing more than usual. you smiled painfully because he still wore that stupid halo and wings, and the letters you’ve written that you hoped he wouldn’t see but he actually did.

taeyong and jisoo’s words of comfort did nothing on you, as you saw your angel jaehyun drifting further away from you. you reached out for him and he did so too and,

he smiled for the final time, tears visible and they rolled down his cheeks. “i love you, y/n. so so much.”

you cried harder and clenched onto taeyong, not caring whether it hurt him or not. your brother gave a confused look, shocked to see how much your frail body exert such sorrow.

“me too.” you wanted to tell him, yet it wasn’t close to a whisper.

you hate this.

you hate that the only person you’ve just grown to love departed from the tip of your wavering fingers.

you hate the word temporary.

#jung jaehyun #nct 127 #jaehyun oneshot #jaehyun imagines #jung yoonoh #nct #nct scenarios #jaehyun #jaehyun fluff #jaehyun scenarios #jeong jaehyun #jaehyun au #nct jaehyun #jaehyun angst #nct imagines

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tenmillionwhumperflies · 4 years ago

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Cloudwalker Series Part 16

You can meet Blue a little bit now and hear why he’s a baby we need to protect at all costs.

Warnings: Contains a fight, deaths ( unnamed enemies), healing/treating wounds, and descriptions of previous and extreme cloudwalker whump.

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Approx WC: 3000

Orrien sent Avizon into a deep sleep before he could try to make a new argument. This was a bad wound, and it would need to be treated quickly. He was already losing a lot of blood. Orrien removed his hand from his forehead, frowning at how it had felt. Fever was already settling in, hidden by the coldness the weather plagued him with.

“I think you’ll be here a little more than one night,” he sighed, He took out his knife and mumbled a spell over it. The blade shone bright white for a moment and then faded back off. Now purified and clean, he set to work on carefully cutting it out of Avizon’s leg.

Avizon managed a groan, to clench his fists and whimper, which made Orrien pause and look up, he put his hand on his head and demanded him to sleep, which silenced him once again, making him go limp. “Stop fighting it, or it’s the frying pan next. Stubborn ox,” he mumbled, focusing on the wound again. He was quick but careful as he extracted the arrowhead. He grimaced at the sight of the agonising barbs. It was a good thing Avizon had had the sense not to just pull it out. Orrien put pressure on it for now, stopping the blood flow.

Orrien was surprised when Blue walked into the cottage. “Did the two cloudwalkers not find you? Are you alright?” “Yes, sir, they found me, and I’m alright, but they haven’t eaten. Ihuka is getting nervous, thinking he’s done something wrong. I… I thought it would be alright to feed them?”

Orrien frowned, hearing how Ihuka was. He hoped Avizon hadn’t been hurting them. Such beautiful creatures, so kind and loyal to those who deserved it. “Of course you can.”

“If you don’t wish to care for them, you don’t have to, mind you. I understand why it might be difficult for you,” Orrien added. “It’s… actually nice, being able to see more of my kind, to be able to talk to them, Dyan is even missing a little bit of his horn. I’d like to stay with them tonight, to be able to talk to them. I’ve never met a cloudwalker from here before, only from the south,” he said. Orrien sighed softly, watching Blue nervously scratching at his head where his horns once had been.

“Then as I’ve told you before, you’re welcome to do whatever you wish. Are you sure you’re alright?” he asked softly. Blue nodded and dropped his hand, realising what he was doing. “Yes, sir, sorry, I got lost in my thoughts- I.I’ll go and get that food.”

“Stay alert,” he advised. “I do not know if their attackers will return. You call for me immediately if you feel endangered, you understand?”

“Yes, sir.”

Orrien nodded and Blue left.

Orrien sighed, his mind filled with tender memories of Blue, how he’d first found him, barely alive, how long of a road to recovery it had been… Orrien had never intended to have a cloudwalker living in the house, but now he couldn’t imagine life without him. He cared for him with all his might and loved him like a son.

Not unlike another man he knew. With the arrowhead removed, he eased some healing magic into Avizon’s leg. It wasn’t easy, it was a complicated area with plenty of nerves but he had plenty of experience. He’d limp for a few days, but then hopefully, it would be able to fully heal.

Orrien finished bandaging up his leg for the sake of support, left his clothes to dry near the fire and carried him to his own bed to rest with his powers when he heard footsteps, followed by a loud squeak. Blue.

Orrien rushed outside and saw Blue standing at the barn doors, terrified and shaking. He'd dropped the bowls on the floor. Three men were in front of him, no doubt some of the men who’d attacked Avizon.

“Blue, inside!” he ordered. The men jumped and two of them turned around. “Back off, old man, once we get what we came for we’ll be on our way.” Orrien’s magic sprung to life in his hands. “Last chance.”

Blue hid in the barn, kicking away the man who tried to follow him. Orrien hurled an orb of magic at the man. No! No one got to even scare that boy. The orb wrapped around him and froze him into place. Break. He willed. With a hoarse scream, there was a loud crack, and the man dropped down dead.

Orrien glared at the other two. One drew their bow and tried to fire at him. Orrien glared at the arrow, and redirected it back to the man. It hit its mark, and he too fell dead.

That left one, and he was stupid enough to have gone into the barn. He dared even get near Blue.

Orrien rushed forward, only to find Ihuka on top of the attacker, pinning him on the ground, teeth snapping as he tried to get at his throat. Orrien quickly used his magic to drag Ihuka off, which drew a squeak from him. Orrien held onto the third attacker. Stop.

The man convulsed, and then he too was dead. His heart stopped immediately. Orrien did not like to kill, but he was not going to let anyone hurt those under his protection. He permitted quick deaths.

Orrien released Ihuka from his hold and watched him curl up in fear. Orrien approached him carefully, but the other Cloudwalker, Dyan was there first, comforting him. Orrien looked at Blue, who was breathing heavily, leaning against the wall. He seemed unhurt.

Orrien ushered him closer and held him close, giving him the reassurance he needed. “It’s alright, lad, you’re safe.” Orrien wiped the tears from his eyes with his thumb. “You’re so brave… has the horse been tended to?” Blue nodded with a sniffle.

“Then you three can stay in the house, where it’s safe.” Orrien paused when Ihuka shyly came over to them both, head down in submission. He was shaking. Orrien patted his head as Avizon had before. “You’re not in trouble, little one. You protected Blue… thank you.”

It quickly became clear Ihuka’s speaking wasn’t as good, but Blue translated it for him and Ihuka smiled. Orrien frowned when he saw a piece of root in Ihuka’s hand, offering it out to Blue. Who looked at it with confusion.

“It’s liquorice… He wants to make Blue feel better,” Dyan explained.

Blue took it nervously, he wasn’t sure what to do with it, but once he smelled it, he had an urge to eat it. He started chewing on it with his back teeth. He let out a happy meeping noise and chewed away.

Orrien patted Ihuka’s head again. “Good bird."

The three of them were soon sat at the kitchen table, with Ihuka and Dyan on stools. Orrien had fed them in between checking on Avizon. Blue was happy talking to Dyan and Ihuka, and Orrien was overjoyed to see him happy. He might have to start visiting Avizon more if they befriended each other.

He heard a thump and a groan. Ihuka’s wings immediately fluffed up and he growled. Orrien hushed him gently. He knew that sound.

“You tried to walk, didn’t you?” Orrien called as he went into his room, finding Avizon clutching his leg on the floor. “I’m fine, thank you for rushing to my aid,” Avizon grunted sarcastically, trying to lift himself up with a deep wince.

“Well for one thing, I know you’re not fine so there's no point asking, and second, it doesn’t matter how fast I pick you up, it’s still going to hurt,” Orrien said, reaching down to help him up to his feet despite how he choked out a torn cry of pain.

“My word, lad… Come on, I’ll help you to the kitchen, I’d like to know what’s going on and you need to eat.”

Orrien helped him into the kitchen and Dyan chirruped happily. Ihuka tilted his head in concern. "I'm fine, good birds," he winced as he sat down. Orrien got him a mug of herb water and some stew.

"The water will help the pain… What in seven realms happened out there? Who have you pissed off this time?" "What makes you think I've annoyed someone?" he shrugged.

Orrien rolled his eyes. "Because I've known you since you were knee high- and more men showed up once you slept- dealt with, rest assured. But this is clearly a hunt, Avizon. So who is it?"

"Erix…" Dyan whimpered. Orrien turned to look at him quickly, then to Avizon. "We don't know that for sure, Dyan. I’ve annoyed far more than him." "B.but he said he wasn't done…" Dyan whispered, dipping his head down. "Erix?!" Orrien exclaimed. "Explain. Now."

"Dyan, you can leave the table if you like?" Avizon said but Dyan remained sitting. "I.it's okay..."

Avizon looked up to Orrien. "Dyan once belonged to Erix. You know the disgusting things the man is into. He used to hurt Dyan until he escaped. I bought Dyan, when he was recaptured. Erix wants him back and I won't give him back."

Orrien eyed Ihuka who was sitting with Blue. He was confused. Orrien had to force himself not to stare at the back of his shoulder, where he’d been branded. Blue quietly explained to Ihuka what was being said. But Orrien didn't want anyone understanding what he said next.

Orrien spoke to Avizon again, this time using a different language, one he'd taught Avizon in the castle when he was younger. "And yet here you are hurting your own birds."

Avizon's expression turned to one of dread. "I know… that was before, in the first few days. I haven't hurt them since, I've changed."

That much was a relief to hear but he hoped he could prove a point. "Yes and we both know why. It's that damned power of yours! Your dark magic. I told you it corrupts its carrier. The Avizon I knew would never have hurt a hair on their head. You wouldn’t have been able to live with yourself."

"Then why am I changing?" Avizon retorted. "Could it not just be I've found something to care about? That I have my conscience again?" "No, because they carry light magic. It's drawing your light magic nearer the surface. Avizon, what will it take for you to give up this evil power?!"

Avizon shook his head. This was a conversation they'd had so many times. "If I gave it up I'd be vulnerable to attack-" "Your light magic is incredibly strong. It wouldn't be like that." "It wasn't enough last time," he snapped, but then his face immediately softened. "I'm sorry, but I… I can't take that risk again…"

"Last time was completely different. You know that," Orrien said softly. "Maybe, but I still have to protect those I care about."

Blue, Ihuka, and Dyan all looked nervous and on edge after their more heated discussion. Avizon smiled softly at his two. "It's alright. Good birds." Dyan nodded and held Ihuka's hand for a moment, but they looked tired.

"You two have had a long day, maybe you should go to bed?" Avizon suggested. Ihuka yawned and smacked his lips. "Bed..." “Yes, clever bird.“ Avizon smiled at him and waited as Blue led them both upstairs.

"Blue seems a nice lad," Avizon said quietly, changing the topic. "Heart of gold and the courage of a lion really… He's actually a cloudwalker." Avizon raised an eyebrow. "I didn't think you would buy one-"

"Oh, I didn't," he reassured him. "I rescued him. It's because of him I found out about Cloudwalkers' magic." Avizon frowned. "How did you find out?"

"As you can see… the bastards that took him took everything that they could that made him a cloudwalker, his wings, his horns, his claws- they even filed his fangs. I tried to nurse him back to health but I found that he was dying of starvation- of magic. He stays with me and helps around the farm so that I can give him magic when he needs it. The tattoos he has help him store magic better, but healing has been a long journey…"

"Was he a tawny? Or were the men just cruel bastards?" he wondered.

"He's from the south. A tropical cloudwalker. He eats fish and fruits for the most part. He had blue wings, but the royals… well, they wanted them." Avizon sighed softly. "I had no idea there were cloudwalkers in tropics… Being able to step back… now I see, Orrien, this has to stop. These creatures don't deserve this at all…"

Orrien shrugged sadly. "There's nothing we can do." "Don't be too sure. I'm known for changing the unchangeable," Avizon said. Orrien smiled sadly. "Aye, that's true… you know, I've heard talk of a resistance- a particularly brutish group of cloudwalkers. They go around freeing birds and taking and often killing humans."

"Well I certainly won't be stopping them," Avizon mumbled. "Nor I."

"Orrien," Avizon sighed. "There's something else I discovered… Cloudwalkers don't just carry magic. They can wield it… Do you know what this means?..." Orrien frowned, "How do you know?" "Dyan saw me when I was reading his dream. He saw me and called out to me."

Orrien raised an eyebrow. "Interesting… Well, there's no harm in teaching him a few easy, harmless spells to confirm your theory. Perhaps teach him to speak in the mirror to me, then he could speak to Blue more."

Avizon pulled a face. “You’re the better teacher.” “I’m sure you can teach him something as simple as that, lad, don’t be dramatic. But for now, you need to stay here, rest, and we can speak in greater detail about our discoveries.” Avizon sighed and nodded. But he paused. “Wait, I was meaning to check on Ihuka.”

“Why?” “One of the stall owners was kicking him in the ribs when he took something. He wouldn’t let me see if they were broken.” Orrien grimaced, “I thought I’d saw him wincing. I’ll go and get him, if he isn’t in bed yet.”

Avizon nodded and waited a few moments until Ihuka came downstairs with him. He looked so very nervous, but Avizon tried to smile softly. “It’s alright. Please let me see your ribs.” Ihuka stepped back and whimpered, but Avizon held out his hand, inviting him to step forward and take it, as one might to usher a child along. “Come on, little bird, please.”

Ihuka took a deep breath, winced, and came closer. Avizon praised him softly and raised his shirt, revealing deep bruises. Ihuka had his hands ready to push him off. “What do you think?” Avizon grimaced.

Orrien knelt down in front of Ihuka, very lightly tracing his fingers across the dark purple skin, letting his magic painlessly assess the damage. He paused at a certain point. “There, I can sense it. One crack, but it’s a simple one. I can treat it, if Ihuka will let me?” “He won’t understand, you’d have to ask one of the others to translate… Blue might be better if he knows how healing feels?" "You're right," Orrien said. He paused, knowing Blue was lingering in the hallway. "Blue, come here, lad.”

Blue came into the room rubbing his arm. “Yes, sir? Sorry for creeping, I just… my pillow…” “Of course you can get it. Before you do, could you ask Ihuka if I can heal him. Tell him how it works if he wants to know. It's his choice, or I can just keep giving him something for the pain."

So Blue explained, seeming to explain in detail, but Ihuka looked reassured by it. He hesitantly nodded, but then looked down at his hands. He admitted something, and Orrien saw the look of worry on his face."

"You can, but he's scared he'll lash out," Blue finally translated.

Orrien smiled softly. "That's alright. Sit down, Ihuka, back on your stool." He patted it to emphasise what he needed him to do. Ihuka reached a hand out, considering patting it too.

"Sit?" he repeated with confusion, trying to work out what the word meant. "Yes, sit," Orrien smiled and Ihuka did so. "Good job, you don't need to be scared."

Avizon offered to help but Orrien refused. He wanted Ihuka to be able to do this on his own. He has his precautions ready anyway, casting a small shield around his head and neck.

Ihuka sat on his hands and screwed up his face tight. Orrien patted his shoulder.

"You can do it. Don't be scared." He gently put his hand on his ribs and Ihuka's breath hitched. His body tried to act but he caught himself in time and stayed still. Orrien kept an eye on him, gently hushing his whimpers as he focused on healing the wound, encouraging the bone to come back together.

He soon finished, and Ihuka rubbed at his head tiredly. Orrien lowered the shield. "Well done, Ihuka. You were very brave. The pain will die down in a few minutes. Go get some sleep."

"Bed…" Ihuka mumbled again, rubbing his eyes. "I'll get my pillow and take him up," Blue offered nervously. Orrien thanked him.

Alone once more, Orrien looked at Avizon and sighed, seeing the lost expression.

"Not only did he not lash out, but he even stopped himself… When I first got him he’d have ripped your head off… I’m really a monster, I’ve broken him…” Avizon lowered his head in shame.

"The broken can be repaired. He’s not completely broken, I can see the light in him still. He fears you, and it will take a long time to undo that but with patience and kindness, it can be done… If that’s everything I’ll leave you here while I go and dispose of our less welcome guests.”

“You killed them?” Avizon said, surprised. “They were going after the birds. No one goes after those poor creatures under my protection. If Erix organised for these bandits to attack you, to get Dyan… Avizon, you must be careful. You know how dangerous he is, even if you are stronger.”

“He’s a coward… but I do understand. I’ve learned better than underestimating someone. I didn't want to say it in front of Dyan, but he's right. It only makes sense for this to be his doing. He tried to attack me in the market,” he sighed.

"I doubt Erix will stop until he has another cloudwalker then." “Go, get rid of them, I’ll stay here until you return. I need to think.”

Orrien nodded, refilled his cup, and left him to reflect on everything.

#Cloudwalker series #whump #my writing #whump writing #treating wounds #avizon #ihuka #dyan #orrien #blue #Blue is a heckin baby and I love him #he's a precious bean like Dyan and I won't lie I kinda ship them #not scared I'll ship who I want I'm captain

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riddlegecko · 4 years ago

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for writing prompts, maybe borrower!emma telling paul about some of her adventures?

"It was like, the second biggest bird I'd ever encountered!"

"What was the first then?"

It was a calm night in Paul's apartment. He was in bed, listening to the recently-moved-in Borrower girl- Emma, recall stories from her thirteen years of living in the Witchwood Forest. They had a sort of routine going now. Once he and Emma had upgraded from "friendly passing acquaintances" to "actual friends", Emma started sneaking out at night to visit Paul in his bedroom after her brother-in-law and nephew went to bed.

Her first visit had definitely been a surprise, but a pleasant one. Ever since Paul realized he had Borrowers in his apartment, the whole place felt a little less lonely. And befriending one of them only helped in that regard. So Paul always looked forward to Emma's nightly visits. Something about talking to this tiny, adventurous woman just made him happy. And Emma always had a lot to talk about.

"The first biggest bird I'd ever encountered?" she echoed back to him, absentmindedly kicking her legs back and forth from her seat atop the screen of Paul's open laptop. She smiled eagerly. "Ohhhh, that's a fun one!"

"Fun? Does that mean it didn't try to eat you?" Paul asked incredulously.

"Oh no, it totally did," Emma replied in a casual tone. "But the circumstances surrounding the encounter were fun."

"Care to enlighten me?"

Emma's eyes lit up with an excited nod. God, Paul loved seeing her get all excited like that. "Okay, so," she began as Paul multi-tasked listening to her story and working on his laptop. "It's a nice, sunny day and I'm walking through the woods, as per usual, right? When suddenly, I hear this weird chittering sound coming from the base of a nearby tree."

"Like a chipmunk kinda chittering?" Paul inquired.

"Paul, it's a story about a bird, not a chipmunk, stay focused," Emma snickered. "But yeah, I get to the tree, and I see this massive hawk stuck in a hunter's trap. So at first I thought, 'Good riddance, one less bird for me to worry about'. But then it made eye contact with me."

"So you decided to help it out of guilt?"

Emma sighed. "Yep," she responded. "So I approach this fuck-off huge bird and take out my sharp stone- I told you about that, right?"

"Mhm." Paul replied with a nod.

Back when Emma lived in the woods, she apparently carried around a pebble she'd somehow managed to sharpen as a weapon of sorts. For a time, anyway. At some point, she swapped it out with what she referred to as "her lucky pin", a green-ball-end pin that she used as a makeshift sword. Paul still wasn't sure how she'd acquired it, considering she'd apparently gotten it while still in the forest, but she brings it with her everywhere. Even as she sat atop Paul's laptop, it was hanging off the skirt of her hand-fashioned dress of torn burlap.

"Okay, so anyways," Emma continued. "I slowly cut through the netting of the trap with my stone, avoiding the bird's wings as it thrashed around like a madman. And after like, thirty minutes, I manage to free the damn thing. And you wanna know how this ungrateful dick repays me for saving it's life?"

"Did it try to eat-"

"It tried to fuckin' eat me!"

Paul couldn't help but smile at how huffy she'd suddenly gotten. Emma could be very adorable when she got angry or impassioned over something in her stories, no doubt due to her tiny stature.

"So, I'm running from this stupid-huge bird that's now limping after me, positive that I'd be done in by my own hubris," Emma continued on. She paused, looking like she was pondering something before looking back at Paul. "Is that the right word? Hubris?"

"Um-"

"Well, whatever the case, I'm running for my goddamn life," Emma cut him off. "And who should jump in to save me but that raccoon I told you about yesterday?"

"No shit!" Paul exclaimed, caught off-guard by the twist the story had taken.

"Yes shit!" Emma retorted. "Apparently I'd been closer to her den than I realized, and she heard the commotion!"

Emma then halted her story, pausing to release a yawn and stretch her arms. Again, adorable.

"Tired?" Paul asked.

"Yeah, a little," Emma muttered in reply, rubbing at her eyes. "I should probably head back in a little bit."

Paul hummed nervously, hoping that what he was about to say wouldn't come off as weird. "You could stay here for the night," he suggested. "I-if you want, I mean."

"You sure?"

"I'm sure, Emma."

"Wh-what if I'm still here when Tom and Tim wake up in the morning?"

"Well, what time do they usually wake up?"

Emma tapped her chin in contemplation. "About an hour before you leave for work, I think?"

Paul smiled softly. "Then I'll make sure you get home before then." he assured his tiny guest.

A mischievous grin slowly spread across Emma's face. "Alright, why not?" she decided. "What Tom doesn't know, won't hurt him!"

"Ignorance is bliss!" Paul agreed as Emma dropped down behind his laptop. He could feel her walking on the blanket covering his legs before he shut his computer, and set it on the nightstand beside him. Emma had moved so that she was leaning against his covered leg. "It's probably best you sleep on the nightstand or something, I don't wanna roll over and crush you in my sleep."

"Well, then what am I gonna use as a blanket?"

Paul took a moment to think over her question before getting an idea. "I'll be right back, I'm gonna get my scarf from the closet."

Emma moved aside to let Paul maneuver himself out from under the covers and stand up. As he searched his closet, he couldn't help but feel butterflies in his stomach. She really felt safe enough with Paul to sleep in the same room as him! After retrieving his greenish-gray scarf, he turned around to see that Emma had already hopped from Paul's bed to the nightstand, and was now lying down on his closed laptop. Her lucky pin had been set aside, sitting just beside the laptop. She glanced over at him expectantly.

"Are you sure that'll be a good mattress?" Paul snickered as he began to fold up the scarf.

Emma shrugged. "I mean, it's warm," she said. She giggled and rolled her eyes as Paul continued to struggle to fold up the scarf in a way that would make it a serviceable blanket. "Enough with that folding shit, just plop it down over here, I'll make it work."

With a shrug and a huff of "Alright, if you say so", Paul gently set his scarf on the laptop, curious to see how Emma would make it work. Within minutes, she'd managed to twist it into a nest-like formation, and bundled herself up in it.

"G'night, Paul." she murmured sleepily, snuggling into the soft fabric of the scarf.

"Goodnight, Emma," Paul chuckled softly as he shut the lamp off, shrouding the bedroom in darkness. "Sweet dreams."

#paulkins #within the walls fic

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thegc4life · 4 years ago

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Hello, Dearheart 💛 I'm dropping by to ask if you have any little ficlets or plot bunnies you'd be willing to share. I've been wanting to write my own, but I don't have the skills to bring anything to fruition. Your works always get my imagination & creativity a running start! If not, I simply want to also wish you a good day/night wherever & whenever you are to see this :)

-Starlight anon 🌠

Starlight! My dearest dear!! You can’t call me Dearheart, love, it will kill me T-T my whole heart. Melted.

And awwww! What a sweet thing to say! I have a whole doc of fic ideas and wips but the majority of them are gifts for people so they must remain a secret! There is a whole section at the end full of random ideas I didn’t know where to put though XD

I’ll put those in, if you’re interested! It’s really just me rambling ideas to myself. But they are cute and/or brain snatching so I think about them a lot.

A lot.

Here you go, Dove!

Apparently a sequel to Haunted House is much loved. Ponder. (Hawks being oblivious to the villain things, they all word it so well XD Heroes think he’s innocent bird guy that needs to be *warned*. Hawks wins over both sides by being an idiot? Perhaps.) oh. OH! (OR, Smokey had a wonderful brain idea, Hawks knows and actively helps them but because of his dedication to them for saving him, his love for them *cough*Spinner*cough* he goes above and beyond all the damn time to keep them all safe and is constantly overworked and exhausted. As Hawks are want to be. So Spinner keeps forcing him to rest or arguing with the others about overworking him. Family bond family bond family bond). Or literally just do a montage of cute with Spinner trying and failing horribly (but in fact succeeding cause the fails are cute af) to flirt and take care of Hawks and Hawks just chilling the fuck out because he’s tired god damn it. And throw in some return gestures of course. Triple that cute output.

Babysitter Eraser/Mic (fuck, find who said this, this is GOOD) for pro hero sibs or kids

Figure out who to put this under, there’s a few who love ShigaHawks: Shigaraki as a hero. Super hardworking and dedicated to his job. The laziest laze to ever laze after. Hawks, who literally will probably explode if he ever stops ever is best friend from childhood (or they both debuted at the same time and somehow this ‘I take care of you’ ‘yeah sure, carry away’ thing was born) and literally just carries him everywhere, spoils the fuck out of him, buys him a bunch of shit. And Shigaraki adores his stupid bird friend that overworks himself and will literally lay on him to make him rest, gets into online fights all the fucking time in his honor (at some point Hawks figures this out), loves preening his wings for him (it’s just platonic preening bro), and makes Hawks feel like Keigo always. Very soft, very sweet, full of asshole banter and adorableness.

EVERYTHING ABOUT KOU EVER

Time Travel Hawks. After he loses his wings, gets chucked back. His younger self is with the commission (very young, has maybe been with them for a year). Approaches the President (scares the shit out of her in her house after hanging around there for a week bumming out of her fridge because she rarely comes home) and admits to her who he is, where he is from… and that’s it. Tells her that he refuses to let her know what is going to happen but convinces her to support him (because she raised him, he knows her, and god damn do I love the potential ‘I don’t really trust you but you’re the only family I technically have and I do trust the pieces of you I’ve known all my life’.) With her backing him he gets shit done (...Maybe gets put in charge of training his younger self? A line about ‘ah, so the handled becomes the handler. Great’. Ohhh, that would work great. Cute moments with little him, and then he gets attached. And he doesn’t want little him turning out like him so ‘to the point’ training sessions turn into flights around the city, introducing all the best restaurants, getting the chicklet some gosh dang friends, ect.) Befriends Twice heckin early (figure out timeline for Twice’s backstory). Jeanist. I don’t know how, but throw Jeanist in there as a pivotal character. Maybe Hawks, not feeling comfy with basically raising himself, introduces baby Hawks to Jeanist somehow and keeps spider webbing meetings between them so Jeanist gets attached (like he knew he would) so that baby Hawks has a super caring, badass Dad (surprise, asshole, you’re also Dad now, so baby Hawks has two at least) Saving of all the children. Knows that Endeavor only started trying to change after All Might fell. So, being Hawks, he decides the best course of action is to beat All Might.

Compress and his fucking collarbones. A whole damn fic about being too damn attractive. Takes off the mask and fighting stops. Misdirection? YOU MEAN HIS CHEST?! Or his hair. Or his face in general (those fucking collarbones, why you do this Hori? “I can’t draw hot men”, well all I see is EVERYTHING I WANT!)

5 times Hawks ran into the random civilian and the one time he realized it was Wash: what has this discord done to me (...I could do this for PJ. This could work and not kill me inside. Ponder when rested)

Wash as a bartender AU (....Ponder when well rested)

#adorable bean response #starlight friend #BEAN #wip #wip ideas #fic ideas #brain burp #Don't judge how I think out stories #I already judge myself enough XD

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spaceskam · 5 years ago

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prompt from @hmd023: Omg that ugly prompt list is amazing...I want them all! How bout 92 for Malex, with Alex/Izzy being the best friends?!

92. you’re my best friend’s sibling/my sibling’s best friend and we’ve never gotten along, so of course it had to be you to find me stuck outside my house naked even though we haven’t seen each other in over two years

meet ugly prompt list

ao3

“I miss you!”

“You saw me two days ago.”

“Doesn’t mean I can’t miss you, you asshole, let me love you.”

“Okay, Izzy,” Alex laughed, but he couldn’t help but smile, “I’ll be there in a minute.”

“You better!”

Alex dropped the phone into the passenger seat and started up his car to head over to her house.

When Alex had first gone off to college, he hadn’t really expected to make friends. He definitely hadn’t expected to befriend Isobel Evans of all people. She’d walked onto campus like she owned the place. Even on day one where it seemed most other freshmen were lost, she was confident and had taken Alex under her wing with an air of confidence. Despite Alex eventually changing his major to music instead of business and her still riding that business train, they stayed inseparable.

Over those three years of friendship, Alex had only really heard stories of Isobel’s brother. There was the mushy writer Max who went to community college so he could have time to focus on his writing and then there was the genius Michael who went to a fancy, STEM-centric college on a full ride a few hours away. Alex had seen pictures of them both and couldn’t help but think that the genius brother was obscenely attractive. Still, he’d never actually met either of them unless the three seconds he’d seen them at orientation before he even officially met Isobel counted.

That is, until he pulled up to Isobel’s building and saw a naked man banging on her door, familiar curls making it a little clear who he was. Alex stared at him for a moment in confusion, but his eyes lingers on the muscles in his back and the way his bare ass seemed to be just as tan as the rest of his body. Suddenly, questions on how that happened took precedence over the ones about why he was outside naked in the first place.

Eventually, though, he shook himself out of his daze and grabbed his phone, calling Isobel.

“Yes, my beloved?” she answered. Alex smiled and shook his head.

“Is there a reason there’s a naked man at your front door?” Alex asked, climbing out of his car. He tested his prosthetic a little before taking strides towards the apartment.

“Oh, don’t mind him, he’s a disaster,” Isobel said.

“Isobel! Open the damn door!” Michael called, still knocking. Alex grinned as he walked closer.

“Can I fuck with him?” he asked.

“By all means, do what you want,” she agreed, “See you in a few?”

“Absolutely,” Alex said, ending the call and shoving his phone into his back pocket. Then he adjusted his leather jacket, ruffled up his hair a little, and tested his balance for good measure before striding forward.

“This wasn’t cute when we were kids, and it’s not cute now!” Michael called.

“I don’t know, I think it’s cute,” Alex said, a few feet away now. Michael whipped around, eyes wide and hands covering his dick as if that really did anything. There wasn’t anything left to the imagination at this point.

“Oh, uh, hi,” he fumbled out, gulping visibly. Alex grinned and tilted his head to the side, being obviously as he let his eyes rake over him. When he made it back to his face, he’d shed his embarrassment and replaced it with a cocky smile. “Like what you see?”

Alex shrugged his shoulders, taking a confident step closer.

“It’s alright.”

“Just alright?”

“Just alright,” Alex confirmed, walking closer and physically moving him to the side to knock on the door. Michael laughed.

“Nice to meet you, Alex Manes,” he said, leaning all close. Alex raised an eyebrow. “You think she hasn’t told me stories about you? ‘Cause I know all about you.”

“Then I guess I should make it clear that I know all about you too,” Alex said, “Mr. Double-Major-With-A-Masters-At-21.”

Michael kept grinning, proud and charming. Alex had to look away as he rolled his eyes. It made sense that he was related to Isobel. She had the same sway of confidence about her, the same charming existence.

“Yeah, well I know that you let Isobel take half naked pictures of your in her bedroom to make her asshole ex jealous,” Michael noted. Alex didn’t deny that.

“Maybe.”

“I saw them,” Michael prodded. Alex looked over at him.

“For a man who is naked in an apartment complex where there might be people who call the cops on your for public nudity, you’re awfully confident,” Alex pointed out. His grin fell and it was then that Isobel opened the door.

She pulled Alex in and instantly tried to close the door before Michael could get inside.

“Izzy!” he whined, barreling through. Alex and Isobel held back laughter as he glared at them and strutted his way to the bathroom.

“How exactly did he end up outside naked?” Alex asked.

“I asked him to get the mail and he went out there after already stripping before a shower. It was his punishment for being a heathen,” Isobel sighed. Alex snorted and shook his head.

“For a genius, he sounds kinda stupid,” Alex noted.

“I can hear you!” Michael yelled.

“He’s also kinda hot,” Alex continued. Isobel rolled her eyes, shoving his shoulder. Alex continued to laugh. “Is he single?”

“Yes!” Michael called again, “Iz, give him my number!”

Alex just laughed harder as Isobel groaned and went to the kitchen. Alex spared a glance at the closed bathroom door before following.

“I refuse to play a part in this.”

“No worries,” Alex promised, “I can do it myself.”

“Gross.”

#was this a stopping point or did i just stop #malex #malex fic #alex manes #michael guerin #roswell new mexico #my fic #prompts #meet ugly prompts

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god-zico · 5 years ago

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Please don't let the rp get out of hand with pure smut. Don't get me wrong I like smut but I'd like to create an interesting plot with you and get to know you as well. I'm a hoe for that storyline-

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Jeongin will be part of the list of boys you will be able to pick from. He's a legal adult so don't @ me ok-

Sometimes I forget to reply so if I don't reply for more than a day, I give you full permission to spam my bitchass as much as you like until I reply-

But at the same time if I slow down my rp with you so much it might be because I've lost interest-

Not trying to be harsh but if our rp is purely smut and no story line I just don't find it fun anymore-

Now since that's been taken care of, let's dive into the members prompts and plot lists-

Bang Chan(Werewolf Shifter):

NSFW

He's a werewolf with a serious dEddy kink-

Can be both a hard and soft dom. Just depends on the moment.

Can and will fuck you into the mattress-

Won't submit unless forced to because he's a stubborn little bItCh!

Don't disobey him or else you'll be punished-

Call him Chris or Daddy to get him wound up

Has a breeding kink due to his ruts (I'll avoid this kink if you request-)

Boi moans….a lot...

Actually it's not just moans, he grunts and groans and makes tiny noises but he honestly tries not to-

Boi has his hard dom reputation to live up to!

Also! Dear Lord-....being a wolf sure has its pros but for you they may as well equal to cons as well-

Example! Dude has super strength, baby and not to mention he's got this predator/prey thing goin on with him-

Like….will literally hunt your ass down in the house and fuck you upside down, forwards, sideways, you name it!

He sees you as his play thing and would enjoy it if you ran so that he could chase you down-

SFW

He's actually super sweet

Loved to cuddle. Remember he's basically a puppy-

He gets jealous easy so refrain from bringing up other boys (unless you choose more than one boy but he still gets a tad bit possessive so….yeye)

Will kiss you and hug you constantly

Will not quit calling you cute/adorable cause he does not lie. All of y'all are cuties-

Please be cautious on a full moon, he can get pretty dangerous-

Lee Minho(Warlock):

NSFW

Ya boi likes to use certain spells to his advantage in the bedroom-

Aphrodisiac spells, conjuring up ice or candles or temperature play, using his magic to bind you to the bed without any sort of restraints, etc.

Dude has a crazy high sex drive tbh. He can go when-ever for how long where-ever

Hard dom for sure and will only submit if he wants something from you or will use it as leverage to punish you later-

Don't make him angry! This boy is into all kinds of kinky shit and will punish you however he sees fit-

If you happen to make him submit though he's got a softer side to him and will be extremely bratty!

SFW

Ok but seriously…. he's crazy good at magic

Uses his powers to do pretty much everything-

Cooking, cleaning, potion brewing, etc.

Loves to use body manipulation to force your body into his so he can cuddle you-

He may not seem like it but he's a big ol softy-

Please kiss him! He needs to be loved on back or else he'll get clingy!

Seo Changbin(Incubus):

NSFW

Please beware of this boy's sex drive! It's way worse than Minho's!

Like not even kidding! Boy can fuck you nonchalantly af while doing anything and not seem bothered!

You on the other hand will most likely be a moaning mess while he's barely paying attention

He can and will fuck you silly without even trying-

That ability is literally in his genes seeing as he's basically a sex demon-

He has a fascination with sex toys but barely uses them as he tends to forget about them easily

Will literally fuck you randomly-

Oh your doing paperwork? Not anymore! Watching tv? Nada! Cooking? Nope!

He's a huge switch but doesn't mind mainly domming if you're not a switch or dom yourself-

SFW

This man is basically a 5 year old in a man's body sometimes-

Like he does some of the dumbest shit you could think of…

Sliding down the stairs on a piece of cardboard after pouring water down them is a prime example-

Even though he's a literal idiot he knows you love him and wouldn't have him any other way.

Majorly cHaOTic-

He tries to act all tough and cool but honestly he's a big ol baby!

Speaking of baby-

Boy loves to be babied as much as possible even if he doesn't admit it.

Like he just loves cuddles and any type of skinship tbh.

Will kiss you when you're unprepared and will laugh at you if you get startled-

May sometimes randomly text you out of pure boredom cause even though he's an incubus, boy still suffers from quarantine boredomitus-

Hwang Hyunjin(Dragon Shifter):

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Ok so...another boy with a breeding kink???!!!(If you request to not have this kink I'll avoid it)

If you're into the breeding kink thing, he will literally fill you up until you're oozing and simply cannot hold anymore of his essence-

No pregnancies though cause….gross...children *shudders in disgust*

Will degrade you until your a crying and whimpering mess for him

Will most likely demand that you beg for his cock-

He's fuckin extra like that. Don't ask me, I don't make the rules. Someone call him up and ask him why tf he's like that.

Sinful moans to the max! He's very vocal during sex!

Like...dirty talk is a must! He says some of the most sinful shit you've ever heard-

I know I mentioned degrading but damn can he praise you to the moon and back as well if you're being a good little girl/boy for him-

Enjoys calling you princess for some reason.

SFW

As a dragon, he hoards "treasures"

Which means everything shiny in your house is getting tucked away into his nest of blankets, pillows and covers.

Boy can breathe fire so he does little tricks with his fire breath for you

Make sure you tell him how talented he is or he'll get cranky

He's a sassy little shit!!!!!! Sdhkedjalwld!!!!!!!!

Teases you just to see you get upset

Since he's a dragon he can regulate his body heat so when it's cold he's basically your personal heater. 🤗

Han Jisung(Tengu):

NSFW

Bird boi is at max horniness all the time tbh.

Most of the time,since he's part crow, he will make a nest in the bed with covers and pillows before fucking you???

Don't judge him, he's born like that-

He can and will use his wings to distract you

If your successfully distracted he will pounce on you as if he were part cat instead of bird-

He likes missionary or doggy style if his wings are out so that it doesn't hurt or strain them.

He's a cocky little shit tbh-

Says some of the crudest shit just to get you flustered. He has no censor and he just keeps on goin-

Will thrust into you with no mercy because he knows his baby can take it and will use the safe word if it gets to be too much.

Does not hold back on the kinks! He will try anything at least once!

Unless its bdsm while his wings are out cause that's dangerous-

SFW

He too like Hyunjin, likes to steal your shiny objects such as jewelry and such.

It's not his fault tbh, it's purely his genetics

And in all fairness, he desperately tries not to but his genes always get the best of him-

He likes to watch you dance. He doesn't quite know why, it's just really hypnotic

Has tried to befriend birds at the park before-

Didn't work. They just flew away from him like they do normal people-

Speaking of birds, he once almost lost his shit when he saw someone throw breadcrumbs on the ground and damn near threw himself to the floor to get to them-

He's lowkey a dumbass tbh. Smh-

Lee Felix(Vampire):

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Major blood kink-

Like his dick will get 10× harder at the scent of your blood.

Being a vampire, he finds it hard to control himself around you if you start to bleed.

Will suck hickies onto your skin before, during and after sex-

He just likes the teasing temptation to bite you as he can taste the blood buildup under your skin

Will sink his teeth in your neck, wrists and thighs without so much of a second thought-

Would honestly love it if you pulled his hair while he drinks from your thighs

And then would totally eat you out as if he were starving right after feeding of you-

And honestly, he's damn good with his tongue!

Also, boy has a deep ass voice!

And if you can get off from it, he'll use it against you for sure-

SFW

Since he's a vampire, he likes to use his super speed to scare the fuck outta you

Like you'd be doin something and outta nowhere he'd pop up right in front of you-

Queue girly startled scream from you~

He'd laugh at you after cause he finds it hilarious.

He gets kinda clingy but his skin is cold so make sure you wear warm clothes when cuddling him

Speaking of cuddles-

It happens everywhere and all the time

His duality is like a light switch btw

One second he's all giggly and happy and the next he's all serious and deep voiced-....

Won't let you leave the house at night...like at all

Will most likely hunt you down if you happen to sneak past him and actually make it outside-

Kim Seungmin(Merman Shifter):

NSFW

Has a corruption kink

Choking kink to the max

Literally will eat you out in the water

Enjoys seeing you squirm

Forced submission is his domain

Will act bratty and deny you everything until you’re so worked up that you end up begging

He likes testing your limits and will push until he sees fit (with consent ofc-)

Switches between a hard and a soft dom just to confuse you

Will smile innocently as he watches you squirm, as if it wasn’t his fault because it’s not-

Literally the god of edging and orgasm denial

Is more of a lazy dom, he’ll be laying down while you suck him off as he fingers you open slowly

Can be on bottom or top, but he’s the one in control unless said otherwise

He likes it when you suck on his fingers without him having to tell you to

Will 10/10 take advantage of you if you waltz in drunk (would have to be discussed beforehand)

SFW

Literally will cling to you 24/7

You’ll walk in on him half asleep in the tub in the middle of a bubble bath at midnight

Will accidentally flood your kitchen sink because “there needs to be more water in the house”

Constantly needs to consume or be submerged in water or else he’ll get sleepy

He eats a lot of Tic-Tacs- like, a lot

Enjoys blowing up bubblegum and always has some with him

He goes crazy for bubbles so blow some with him

Likes to dance with you randomly to whatever song is playing

He enjoys planning surprise dates!

Ice cream fanatic- he goes crazy for that, it’s a wonder why he isn’t broke yet

Actually worries a lot about you and will constantly baby you

Likes to listen to soft classical music when he’s sleeping

Loves to prank you and then cuddle you afterwards because he needs attention-

Yang Jeongin(Angel):

NSFW

Boy has an oppa kink for sure-

Call him oppa, he gets a kick out of it

As an angel he has a softer way of turning you into a whining mess than the rest.

Much like Jisung, he will use his wings to distract you but will be more subtle about it-

Please say everything and anything that's unholy. He will get a kick outta that too-

Likes to please more than to be pleased

Like….sit on his face and he will go at it for hours baby-

He will honestly love to be subbed and put into his place

BUT

When he doms you, you best believe that you're in for a ride

He enjoys bdsm quite a bit. Maybe a little too much.

Like, as long as his wings are tucked in, please tie him up

And if he's dom he'll waste no time in making sure that your arms and legs are tied/cuffed to the bed posts.

Also has a sensory deprivation kink along with overstimulation-

SFW

He LOVES to be babied tbh

Like please watch disney movies with this moron

Enjoys sweets a little bit too much-

Can actually cook pretty decently so you know for sure you won't be going hungry-

Can and will sing you to sleep cause he knows he has a beautiful voice

Sassy and conceded little shit-

When bored, he will bug you for hours on end until you entertain him

Please give him extra love and affection cause he will die on the spot if you refuse to-

He's really silly and extra so be prepared for multiple surprises around the house

Like sticky notes on the fridge or counter saying "I love you" and "I may be an angel but you're my saviour" and other cheesy shit like that-

Ok but....how the hell did this also turn in a headcannons post????

Anyways enjoy and choose wisely! Remember that you can pick more than one member but if you could kindly keep the max to 3 that's be helpful-

Have fun and don't be shy to dm or ask me anything, my lovelies!!!

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nikki-writes-stuff · 5 years ago

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Trigger Happy - Poe Dameron x Reader

Summary: You first met Poe Dameron while you were staying on the Resistance base as a refugee. But after you grow closer to him and to the rebels you live alongside, you decide you want to become a fighter pilot and give back to the movement that saved your life. But for some reason, General Dameron refuses to let you put yourself in danger.

A/N: This fic contains smut! 18+ only, please!

“No.”

“But I haven’t even said anything yet.”

“I know. But I’m getting really efficient with this little exchange of ours. If you’re here to keep asking for the same thing you always do, then the answer is no.”

You huffed and set your hands on your hips, trying to fix the general with your most intense glare. But all he did was raise his eyebrows and copy your posture.

“General, we need fighter pilots,” you protested. “We might have beaten the First Order, but the Republic still has enemies out there, and-“

“Hold on a second, I’m sorry,” Poe interrupted, holding up one of his hands. “But why do you keep saying we? Our? This isn’t your fight. You are a refugee; you and your family have a home to get back to.”

“I’m not just a scared girl in need of rescue anymore, Poe! I want to fight! I want to be one of the ones to usher in the new Republic! The new galaxy! My family doesn’t need me. You do.”

“I don’t need a damn thing from you,” Poe shook his head. “Other than for you to stay safe. And smart. Jesus, (Y/N), you don’t realize what it’s like out there.”

“I would if you’d let me learn! I was flying for my parents’ shipping company by the time I was ten years old! I could fly any kind of ship you throw at me-“

“But what about if that ship is being fired at? What if someone shoots you down; what then?” Poe walked around his desk to stand in front of you, shoving one of his hands into his pocket as the other pointed an accusatory finger at you. “And, by the way, the idea of a ten year old flying a ship is terrifying, not to mention very illegal in-“

“We’re not here to talk about my borderline questionable childhood.”

“Borderline? You can’t be serious-“

“My point is,” you spoke up, “that I can do this. And you still haven’t told me why you won’t let me even try.”

Poe’s jaw twitched, and you saw the look in his eyes grow even darker as they stared at you for just a moment too long.

“My word is final,” he eventually growled, brushing past you towards the flap in his tent. “You can stay here on base if you want, but the only ship you’ll be getting on from here is one headed towards your home planet.”

With that, he left you standing there, awash in shame and anger. There were so many people from all walks of life within the ranks of the Resistance – younger than you, older than you, with families and friends stretching all across the galaxy. And they were fighting, laying down their lives for a good cause.

Why wouldn’t he let you be one of them?

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When you’d first found yourself in the Resistance base on the jungle moon of Ajan Kloss, you and your family had just fled your planet after a particularly brutal attack made by the First Order. Your mother had been one of the fighters in the old Rebellion against the Empire, and she’d still had some connections which brought you to the Resistance.

At first, the base had seemed strange and scary to you – always busy, like a beehive, with so many people and ships crowding it. But as you’d recovered from the shock of having to run away from home, and as you’d come out of your shell, you started making more and more friends.

The closest one of all, though, was Poe Dameron.

Typically, the pilot would be out on missions anywhere from Coruscant to the Outer Rim, but during your first week on base, he’d been kept in the medical bay due to an injury to his arm. You’d met on your second day as a refugee in the mess hall. Or, rather, a particularly large tent that served as the mess hall.

You’d been picking at your bowl of porridge; your family was somewhere else on the compound, so you were on your own until dinner time while they figured out when it would be safe go back home.

“Mind if I sit here?”

You’d looked up to see the famous pilot smiling down at you. You’d heard tales about the best pilot in the Resistance, and you’d even seen him from far away before, but it was only when he was standing so close to you that you’d realized just how handsome he was.

“U-um, sure,” you stammered, gesturing for him to sit across from you.

“So, we have porridge for lunch today,” he sighed, sinking into the offered seat. “And dinner. And I’m willing to bet five credits we’ll have it for all three meals tomorrow.”

You smiled and shrugged, letting the blob you had on your spoon plop back down into your bowl.

“It’s not so bad,” you remarked. “Personally, I like foods that are…odorless, tasteless, and for the most part texture-less.”

“Man, this place must be paradise for you, then, huh?” he asked, grinning. You grinned back, delighted when you saw a diastema separating his front teeth. Coupled with the thick stubble on his cheeks, it made his smile decidedly unique and even more breathtaking.

“Well,” you replied, “where I ran away from, everything was on fire, so most places in the galaxy are paradise by comparison.”

He’d chuckled before reaching into the pocket of the navy blue jacket he was wearing.

“I bet I can spice it up even more for you,” he’d said, drawing out a small bottle filled with a thick brown liquid. “Do ya trust me?”

You’d furrowed your eyebrows, chuckling at the unexpected question.

“I mean, yeah,” you answered. “If I can’t trust the poster child of the Resistance, then who can I?”

His nose had wrinkled a little bit at the term “poster child”, but he’d just gone ahead and poured out a spoonful of the liquid into your porridge.

“Stir that around and tell me how it is,” he instructed. You watched your meal turn a light brown color as you complied, and when you brought a bit of it up to your lips, your eyes widened.

“What did you do to it?!” you demanded. “It tastes amazing now, like-“

“Cinnamon rolls?” he finished for you. “I picked up this stuff in a Corellian bakery once. It can make anything taste good. I always keep a bag full of it on base for anytime I find myself stuck here for an extended period of time.”

“You’re a wise man,” you said, taking another bite of your now-delicious food.

The man sitting across from you gave a small bow at your praise before holding his hand out to you.

“Poe Dameron, by the way,” he introduced himself. “Although it sounds as if my reputation precedes me.”

You’d hurried to swallow down your porridge before shaking his hand, giving it a quick squeeze before letting your hand fall back down to the table. You told him your name in return and listened to him repeat it under his breath. Something about the way he said it made your cheeks heat up, and you ducked your head as you kept eating.

“My reputation doesn’t quite precede me yet,” you’d said. “But I’ll bet those same five credits you mentioned earlier that one day it will.”

After that, the two of you had been inseparable anytime he was on base. He would always find a way to search you out and spend time with you, either showing you his x-wing or taking you on a tour of the area around the encampment. He became your closest friend, and when General Organa passed away, the first person he’d gone to afterwards had been you.

You could still feel his arms around you if you looked back to that moment; you’d known how close he was to her, and so you’d said nothing as he buried his head in your shoulder. You’d only stroked his hair and swayed with him, letting him hold you and showing him that he wasn’t alone.

After that day, though, there had been a distinct change in your relationship. You’d only been on base for a few months, but you’d grown comfortable with Poe and your little routines with him. Now, though, with the weight of being a general on his shoulders and with so much planning to do, he didn’t have much time for you.

You’d busied yourself with helping the other members of the Resistance, though. After your first week on base, you’d quickly started to enjoy helping out with ship repairs. But after the Battle of Exogol and the defeat of the First (and Final) Order, you’d decided that you didn’t want to go home with your family.

The first time you’d asked Poe to become a fighter pilot, he’d laughed you off, thinking it was a joke. The second time, he’d also laughed, but there had been a steel to it. He’d scoffed at the idea and dismissed you, and from then on, it had become like a challenge to you.

Now, though, after his latest rejection, you stormed out of his tent, feeling the distinct sense of defeat at the finality of his words. Tears threatened to spill out of your eyes as you pushed past other Resistance members, but you didn’t stop even when the ones who you’d befriended tried to stop and ask you what was wrong.

You didn’t pause until you’d reached Poe’s x-wing. BB-8 was rolling around, fiddling with some wires on a nearby control panel, and he offered you a chipper beep in greeting.

“Hey, BB,” you sighed, kneeling down to give the droid a pat on the head. “Can I go in for a few minutes? I just need to think.”

The droid made a questioning beep, and you smiled weakly, trying to wipe away the tears still tracking down your face.

“No, I promise I’m not going anywhere with it. If I was gonna blow this popsicle stand, you know I’d have to take you with me.”

He made another beep before pushing something on the panel before him, and with a hiss the cockpit of the ship was opening.

“Thanks, buddy,” you murmured, patting him one more time before climbing up the ship.

As it turned out, ‘a few minutes’ lasted longer than you’d expected. You watched the sun as it sank over the horizon and stayed there in the pilot’s seat long after the stars came out. Your tears had dried a long time ago, but you didn’t want to go back to the tent you shared with your family just yet.

Soon enough, you were the last person in the shipyard; BB-8 had rolled away after you’d promised to close the cockpit on your way out. But you didn’t mind the solitude. If anything, you relished in the quiet of the night, with the only sounds coming from the insects and birds as they rustled about in the jungle.

With a sigh, you crawled out of the cockpit and laid down on the long nose of the ship, stretching out and looking up at the stars.

“Someday, I’ll see you up close,” you whispered to them. “One day I’ll fly amongst you.”

“You planning on stealing my x-wing?”

You sat up with a gasp, turning to your left to see Poe standing on the ground beside his ship. You scooted over when he started climbing up beside you, and soon enough your bodies were parallel as you both looked up at the night sky. The two of you were just barely able to fit beside each other on the ship’s nose; as it was, his entire right side was pressed up against your left. But despite your frustrations with him, you didn’t mind the nearness.

“BB-8 said you’d be up here,” Poe finally spoke. “I’d been looking for you for a good hour or so.”

“You know, I would say I’m sorry, but… I’m totally not.”

You heard him laugh quietly, and it was enough to pull a smile out of you. After that, the two of you were quiet for so long that you felt as if you would dose off beside him, but then he broke the silence once more.

“Do you know why I don’t want you out there fighting?” he asked. You’d never heard his voice sound so soft.

“I would if you just told me,” you fired back.

You turned your head but found Poe already watching you, and what you were going to say next died in your throat when you realized just how close you were. Your noses were almost touching as you lay there, and his eyes were half-lidded as they watched you.

“I think,” he whispered, “that you know why I don’t want you to fight.”

You bit your lip, feeling the breath escape out of your lungs as he stared at you. Gulping, you looked away, back at the stars, and tried to fight back the butterflies in your stomach.

“I don’t-“

His hand was on your cheek, tilting your face back to his, and before you could say anything else he was kissing you. His lips were everything you’d imagined – warm, dry, and so fucking soft. You let out a noise that was embarrassingly close to a moan when his tongue swiped at your lower lip, and you yielded to him without a second thought, letting his tongue dance against yours as a hand on your hip drew you closer to him.

Time stood still as the two of you kissed on his x-wing, and you felt as if your body was moving through syrup as he rolled on top of you to lay between your legs. You felt as if your body was on fire when you felt his heavy, hard length pressed against the apex of your thighs, and you moaned against when his hips rolled against yours.

“This is why,” he breathed, cupping your face while his hips kept grinding against you. “This is why I can’t let you fight, baby. I can’t lose you.”

You gripped his shoulders and flipped the two of you over, silencing Poe’s startled yelp with another kiss. You straddled him and kept the same pace his hips had set before, feeling him getting harder with every roll of your hips.

“You’re not going to lose me,” you whispered, your lips still brushing against his. “I’m not going to go anywhere, Poe. I’m not just asking to fight; I’m asking to be by your side. Throughout whatever may come our way.”

You pulled back to look down at him, feeling all of the emotions you’d tried to keep suppressed blooming inside of you. How had you not realized until now that you loved him? And how had you not known that he loved you just as much?

If the look on Poe’s face was anything to go by, he was having a similar internal debate, but then he rolled you over again, holding your wrists down as he pinned you with a glare.

“…You will have at least a month of training before you ever leave the atmosphere,” he asserted. “And before you even think about fighting anyone, you’ll have to prove to me that you’re ready to. Understood?”

A grin slowly overtook your face, and you hurried to agree with him, nodding vigorously.

“Yes! Yes, I promise, Poe, whatever you want. I know that I can do this.”

Poe eventually let his grip on your wrists loosen, and his eyes softened when he saw how excited you were. With a smile, he pushed some of your hair back behind your ear before cupping your cheek and kissing you once more.

His motions were no longer hurried while he kissed you, and his hips rocked as a slow, even pace now. His hands moved down your body, pushing beneath the thin shirt you were wearing to trail along your skin. You gasped when you felt his fingers move underneath your bra, but he swallowed the sound with another searing kiss as he started running his thumbs over your nipples.

You let your eyes close, arching up against him and feeling yourself getting wetter as he kept touching you. Your own hands pushed beneath his shirt, feeling the hard planes of his stomach and the smatter of hair descending down past his belt.

“You gotta tell me now if you want me to stop,” he rasped, starting to push your pants down your hips. “Because if you ask me a couple minutes from now, I don’t know if I’ll be able to.”

You pressed your thighs together upon hearing how rough his voice sounded; he was panting against you, his warm breath fanning out over your face while his fingers ran along the hem of your panties.

“Please, Poe,” you murmured, tugging at his belt. “I need you.”

The man above you smirked, never letting his eyes leave yours as he started pushing your panties down with your trousers.

“You need me, huh?” he repeated. “You’re gonna have to be more specific, baby.”

You narrowed your eyes, squirming when you felt the cold metal of the ship against your ass.

“I should’ve known you’d be cheeky in bed,” you lamented.

“We’re not technically in a bed.”

“You know what I mean!”

He chuckled, crawling down your body to press his lips against your inner thigh.

“You still haven’t told me what you ‘need’ me to do, sweetheart.”

You were about to tell him that you needed him to piss off, but then you felt him lean in and lick a stripe up your pussy, flicking his tongue right as he reached your clit. Your legs twitched at the sudden feeling and you moaned, fingers moving to his curly locks as he once more lapped at your clit.

“Fuck, I knew you’d taste good,” he sighed. “But don’t let me keep you from answering the question, babe. Tell me.” He slid down, letting his tongue drag against your entrance. “What you.” His tongue slipped inside of you, running up and down your inner walls a few times before he pulled back. “Need.”

You gasped when he began lapping at your clit again, spreading your wetness against it as you tried to come up with a coherent sentence.

“I-I need… I need you to fuck me,” you gasped. He began to move his tongue faster while a finger pressed inside of you, thrusting in time with the kitten licks he was giving your clit. “I want you inside of me, Poe.”

He groaned and pulled back, licking his lips obscenely as he crawled up your body. His eyes were on yours the entire time, dark and focused. You bit your lip and squirmed beneath him, trying to push your hips up into his.

“Someday I’m gonna lick that pussy until you beg me to stop,” he murmured, his lips trailing down your neck. “I’ll make you cum over and over again, till you can’t even remember your own name. But… I don’t think this is the time or place for that.”

He gestured around you, and suddenly you were aware of just how exposed the two of you were. There were tents just a couple hundred yards away, scattered around the outskirts of the shipyard, and here you were half-naked on top of Poe’s x-wing.

While you were looking around, making sure no one was up and about, you heard a belt buckle being unclasped, and when you turned back you saw Poe stroking his cock while he looked down at your body. His eyes were locked onto your pussy while your legs spread wider for him, and your heart beat faster at the look in them. He was watching you like you were the only other person in the world.

As he kissed you, you felt the head of his cock pressing against your entrance, and before you could brace yourself, he was pushing inside. You gasped, letting your head fall back against the ship with a metallic thunk.

He was thick, thicker than anything you’d felt before. But with how wet you were, how much you’d been imagining this, you didn’t feel any pain from the stretch. You let out a long, low moan, wrapping your arms around him and letting your nails dig into the material of his shirt.

“Fucking-“ Poe groaned, starting to roll his hips. “You feel so fucking incredible.”

You felt him brush against the spot inside of you that made your back arch and your toes curl, and you let out a yelp when he grabbed your hips and pulled your hips up to his.

“Shh!” Poe pressed his hand over your mouth, leaning down to murmur against your ear. “I know I’m good, baby, but you gotta be quiet. Can’t have the whole camp waking up, now can we?”

You whined and nodded, and once more his hips started moving. You bit down on your lip, trying to muffle your moans as he started moving again. But he was already starting out at a fast pace, not giving you any time to breathe before he was gritting his teeth and slamming into you.

Poe’s grunts were echoing in your ears, and his hands seemed to be everywhere all at once – cupping your cheek, squeezing your breasts, grabbing your hips. But when one of his fingers found its way to your clit, you gasped and moaned again. You were vaguely aware that you were crying out something that sounded like his name, but you were silenced when the hand that wasn’t rubbing your clit came down on your mouth.

“You just can’t help yourself, can you?” he grunted. “I’m just making you feel so good, aren’t I? Hm? My cock is gonna make this tight little pussy cum, isn’t it?”

You nodded deliriously; your brain was just a ball of white noise while he pounded into you. The cool morning air felt delicious against your heated, sweaty skin, and you let your eyes roll shut as you felt your pleasure starting to crest.

Your scream was muffled beneath Poe’s hand, and your legs wrapped around his waist tightly.

“Not yet, babygirl,” he huffed. “Not yet. Wait on me; I’m almost there.”

You groaned and let your hips rock up against his, not able to settle on where to put your hands –holding onto his shoulders, gripping his shirt, clawing at the metal beneath you. You finally settled on his hair, your fingers tangling into his curls, and he let out a groan when you tugged on his tresses.

“Fuck yeah, baby, keep pulling my hair like that,” he moaned. “Gets me so hot-“

Between the bucking of his hips and the sounds of his moans, you knew you wouldn’t last long. You pulled on his hair again, whining behind the hand he still had clamped over your mouth, and he nodded, looking right into your eyes.

“Ok, baby,” he panted. “Cum for me. Cum for me now, right fucking now-“

With a wail, you did just as he said. You clung to him as you felt your orgasm hit you like a freight train; stars exploded behind your eyelids, and the look of bliss, of absolute euphoria, on Poe’s face nearly sent you over the edge a second time.

You didn’t know how long the two of you laid there, tangled up in one another, but when he finally pulled away, his cum had dried on the inside of your thighs.

“That was perfect,” Poe whispered, pressing kisses to your cheek until you pulled away with a laugh. “You’re welcome.”

Your eyes widened and you shoved his chest, laughing incredulously.

“You’re not even going to let me bask in the afterglow, are you?” you chuckled, reaching down to fix your clothes. “Shoulda known.”

“Oh, c’mon. Was that or wasn’t that the best orgasm of your life?”

You rolled your eyes, pushing him off of you. With another laugh, he laid his side, still hovering over you. You smiled back at him, leaning in to kiss him again.

“So…” you said while you pulled away, “When do my lessons begin?”

Poe sighed and fixed his clothes, laying back down once his pants were firmly buckled around his waist.

“I was hoping you’d forget about that.”

“You’re good, Poe,” you smirked. “But not that good.”

“Damn.” He glanced over your face before sitting up. “How about tomorrow morning, Trigger Happy?”

You sat up, pecking his lips one more time.

“That can’t be my new nickname,” you said. “But yes, tomorrow does sound fantastic. Oh, by the way, who will be giving me my lessons?”

Poe smiled and pulled you against his side.

“The best in the entire Resistance.”

“…But Rey is busy with the new Jedi temple on Tatooine.”

You yelped when Poe punched you in the shoulder and tackled you, laying over you again and pressing his lips over your neck.

“It’s not Rey,” he growled, ignoring your laughter as he nibbled over your pulse point. “And you know it.”

“Ok, ok!” You pushed him back by his shoulders. “You are the best pilot in the Resistance, Mr. Poe Dameron.”

“Damn right I am. And don’t go forgetting it.”

#star wars #star wars imagine #poe dameron #poe dameron x reader #poe dameron imagine #rise of skywalker spoilers #star wars spoilers #general poe dameron

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heavens-bookshop · 5 years ago

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merry christmas

(This is mostly just an excuse for me to project my own issues with family and the holidays. I wanted to write at least one thing for @drawlight‘s Ineffable Advent Calendar event but I didn’t end up having much time in December. “Love” seemed like a good theme for this. Excuse the sloppiness.)

It was strange being back in Tadfield. Neither of them had been for a visit since they’d averted Armageddon and had largely intended to avoid setting foot there ever again. However, Aziraphale insisted it would be rather rude to turn down an invitation to Christmas dinner, and while Crowley couldn’t have given a toss about bad manners, he was somewhat lacking in willpower when it came to Aziraphale. So, after a quick jaunt down the M40 in the Bentley, they found themselves approaching the doorstep of Jasmine Cottage holding the fanciest bottle of wine Aziraphale was willing to part with. There’d been some initial awkwardness stirred up by the damned horseshoe hanging above the threshold - Aziraphale had been entirely unwilling to allow Crowley to enter the house until Anathema had assured him that it had no power over invited guests (demon or otherwise). But it didn't take long after that for things to settle into something resembling pleasantness.

Everyone from the airfield was there. The Them were in full attendance alongside their parents, who all seemed terribly confused by the strange assortment of people their children had befriended but nodded along politely as they were regaled with tales of vanquishing War and Death. Sergeant Shadwell was talking Newt's ear off in the corner while Anathema fled to the kitchen under the pretense of needing to check on the roast. Madame Tracy sidled up to Crowley's elbow, beaming as she congratulated the pair of them.

"Oh, you should have heard the thoughts that went through his head when you turned up in your car!" she said with a cheeky grin. Crowley bit down his laughter as Aziraphale's face turned a few shades shy of the red wine in his glass.

"I think I'll go check on our lovely host in the kitchen," he said tightly, turning on his heel. Crowley watched in silent amusement as he disappeared through a cheerfully decorated doorway, while Madame Tracy continued chattering away about what a handsome pair they made.

A few drinks later, Crowley found he was in fact having a what could be described as A Good Time. It wasn't until he'd finished successfully convincing Anathema, Adam and Pepper that the Earth is shaped like a tetrahedron that he realised he hadn't seen Aziraphale in a while. He excused himself from the living room and started wandering through the corridor, following the faint trail of angelic energy to the back of the house. Through a window, Crowley spotted a pale figure with a crown of platinum blonde curls sitting on a bench at the bottom of the garden. He slipped through the back door and picked his way across the garden path, feet moving silently over the flagstones. When he got a few steps from the bench, he heard Aziraphale sniffle and sigh heavily.

"Aziraphale?"

The angel startled and quickly dragged his hands down his face.

"Oh, my dear, I didn't see you there," Aziraphale said in a watery voice.

Crowley settled himself down next to him on the bench. When he could finally get a look at Aziraphale, it ripped his heart open a little. His face was flushed and blotchy, and - despite his best efforts to wipe away the evidence - his cheeks were damp.

“Is everything alright?” he asked, gently laying a hand on top of the angel's knee.

Aziraphale smiled half-heartedly and nodded his head. “Yes, of course, it’s nothing really.”

That was obviously a lie. Even without the thousands of years of practise, Crowley could have spotted it. Aziraphale had never been good at lying. But Crowley understood how difficult it still was for him to not just default to hiding his feelings. He understood how difficult it was to avoid falling back on the old habits that used to keep them both safe. So he sat in patient silence, stroking the side of his knee with the pad of his thumb. Finally, Aziraphale heaved a tired sigh.

“I suppose I just wasn’t prepared for how difficult Christmas would be," he said quietly. "It was always a busy time, you know. I used to get far more assignments around Christmas. Possibly the one time of year I felt that I was actually doing some good."

Aziraphale turned his gaze up to the sky, his profile outlined in silver moonlight. Not that long ago, Crowley would have been falling over himself to commit the view to memory, save it for a lonely night.

"I know it's silly," he said, not quite able to hide the quiver in his voice. "I'm much happier without any of them, I can actually enjoy my life now. But it still feels like I've lost something. It… somehow feels like I'm the one who's done something terribly wrong."

There was a blunt ache in Crowley's chest, a burnt out hole left by the grace that had been torn from him millennia ago - the dull pain of a phantom limb. He'd never wanted Aziraphale to feel anything close to it.

"It's not silly," he replied, squeezing his knee.

Aziraphale covered his hand with his own, soft and warm and wonderfully familiar now. There was a fragile smile on his face, and it lanced Crowley right in the heart.

"It feels silly."

Crowley wanted desperately to take away his pain, to draw the venom out of the wound. He remembered the little surprise he'd prepared, tucked next to his chest. It was something he’d meant to give him later, something he’d hoped might look like a sweeping romantic gesture, but this seemed like the right time for it.

"I've got something for you," he said.

He withdrew his hand from the warmth of Aziraphale's palm, reached into the inside of his jacket and produced a small wooden box. The angel plucked it from Crowley's fingers, turning it over a few times and inspecting the design made of inlays of mother-of-pearl. A small heart embraced by two wings.

"I thought we said we weren't going to bother with getting each other gifts."

"I've had it for a long time, doesn't really count," Crowley replied, waving off the protests. "I'm just passing it along."

Aziraphale pried open the box and gingerly dropped the contents into his hand - a small, very weathered coin.

"Is that… an old sixpence? What on Earth are you doing with one of these still on you?"

The coin winked at them from the middle of his palm as it glinted in the light spilling out from the cottage.

"I don't expect you'd remember, but it was one of the times we were at The Globe, watching our old mate Will put together the debut of Hamlet. We were figuring out who was going to draw the short straw and hike all the way up to Edinburgh."

Aziraphale chuckled softly and swiped his thumb over the surface of the coin.

"And we tossed for it," he said, smiling. "Of course I remember, darling. You kept this for four hundred years?"

Crowley gently nudged the angel with his shoulder.

"I did. Every time I found it in my pocket, I thought of you." He reached out with slender hands to close Aziraphale's fingers around the coin. "And it reminded me that no matter how alone I felt, how rejected by Heaven or hated by Hell I was, there was someone in the universe that cared about me. There was someone on my side."

Aziraphale smiled at him - a smile that put crinkles at the corners of his eyes and shifted a few tears loose.

"Oh, Crowley."

He wrapped his arms around the demon's neck to pull him in for a kiss, enveloping the both of them in a golden haze of tender affection. When they parted, they settled into each other's arms, with Aziraphale's head nestled in the crook of Crowley's neck. Blonde curls tickled at his jaw, and Crowley buried his face into them, into the familiar scent of sandalwood and rosewater. They sat like that for some time, listening to the muted voices floating down the garden from the house alongside the soft rush of the motorway somewhere close by. Aziraphale leaned his weight a little further into Crowley's shoulder and began turning the coin over between his manicured fingers.

"I can't believe you kept this," he said with a chuckle.

Crowley craned his neck to get closer to the angel's ear and smirked.

"And I can't believe you never even considered I'd cheat at the coin toss."

Aziraphale sat straight up and threw him a look of mock outrage, the cheeky spark that Crowley loved dearly dancing in his eyes.

"You wily old snake," he said with a grin.

Crowley pulled him back in against his chest, their noses almost touching.

"You did always think the best of me," he said, tilting his head to kiss him. "Even if it was entirely undeserved."

The warmth of Aziraphale's hand caressed his cheek.

"I love you, Crowley."

It had been months now, but the words still made his heart backflip inside his rib cage.

"Love you too, angel."

After one more kiss, Aziraphale stood up, straightening out his waistcoat with a few sharp tugs.

"I think I'm ready to go back inside," he said with a gentle smile.

Crowley rose to his feet as well, taking the time to enjoy the way the light of the waning moon caught the tips of his curls. He took the angel's hand in his and they walked back up the garden path together, towards the kindness and laughter of their gathered friends, towards a houseful of people Crowley knew loved his angel the way he always should have been.

#good omens #31 days of ineffables #prompt fill #ineffable husbands #my fics #i guess this was more cathartic than anything else

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spootiliousrps · 5 years ago

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The Fall [Ineffable Husbands]

Stranger: [2am] I need you to come over. A

You: I'm sleeping, Angel. C I'll come over later. C

Stranger: Crowley. A // Now. A // You will sleep later. This is urgent. A

You: [Delayed] Be there in 5. C

Stranger: /Thank you./ A

You: The world better be ending. C

Stranger: You’re closer than you think. A // Well, it’s—not so much the world as—me. A

You: What?! C It was only a few more seconds before the Bentley screeched to a halt outside the small bookshop. Crowley barely managed to shift it into park before he was sliding from the driver's seat and storming towards the building. The doors flew open with enough force to cause them to smack loudly against the wall as the Demon entered. "Angel, if this is some sort of joke, I'm not laughing." He called loudly, a few of the words more of a hiss than an actual syllable.

Stranger: Aziraphale was in the back room of his bookshop. His wings were out, cramping in the small room. They were smoldering just a bit, at the very edges—in darkened patches along the snowy white expanse of them. He walked out to greet the demon, a low, dreading look on his face. He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, obviously in an extreme amount of pain. “It’s—not a joke.” He assured him, stretching out his wings some, once he had more room. “—I am terribly sorry I woke you, dear boy. I do hope you know I wouldn’t have if it truly wasn’t something urgent.”

You: Crowley's yellow gaze, hidden beneath his glasses caught on the Angel as soon as he appeared and it was obvious he was about to make some smart remark when the words died on his lips. The stench of burned flesh and feathers filled the shop as he stared at the outstretched wings, Aziraphale's words not even registering. For a moment he wasn't sure what to do... how to react. His mind rejected the sight before him. In the next moment he was moving before he even realized it, bursting into a run as he hurried to Aziraphale's side. "No...." He mumbled softly. "No, no, no... This can't be happening." He found himself practically praying as he moved to take most of the Angel's weight onto himself. "Shit, shit shit." He waved a hand in the air and the furniture squeeled against the floor as it was tossed out of the way, a small padded mat appearing on the floor as Crowley began to lower the other man.

Stranger: Aziraphale always knew, eventually, that he’d Fall. Ever since he gave away his sword, lied to God right to Her face, and befriended a /demon/ of all things. He knew this was inevitable. And, if he were to think about it, he wouldn’t want it to happen any other way. Crowley was here, lowering him down slowly. The only regret he truly had was about—about how /upset,/ how /afraid/ Crowley looked for him. “It’s—It’s alright, love.” He reaches upwards with what strength he still had, cupping the side of the demon’s face in attempt to comfort him. He brushed his thumb over his cheekbone, letting out a shaky sigh. The fire spread on his wings further, causing him to wince, squirm a bit. He was shaking. “How—How long will it take?” He felt himself asking, terrified for the answer.

You: "It's not alright, Angel!" Crowley argued, the sight of a droplet of water that seemed to stain Aziraphale's vest catching his eye. His gaze lifted upward looking for a source before he realized it was him. Tears streamed down his cheeks. When was the last time he had cried? The fall? The crucification? He couldn't remember. Still, there were more important things to concern himself with at the moment. He tried to focus on Aziraphale's words, shaking his head. "Its different for everyone... It could take hours... Sometimes Days." He hesitated, shifting so that Aziraphale's wings weren't touching anything in particular. "You've been an Angel longer than any Demon... It might take even longer for it to .... To... all burn away." He managed. His gaze was frantic as if moved about the room, almost as if searching for something... anything to help... to stop this. "What can I do? How can we stop this? There has to be a way, angel... I won't let this happen."

Stranger: “There’s no stopping it, dear.” Aziraphale whispered, brushing away some of the demons tears with his thumb. He winced at the words, even if he did try and hide that fact. Days, possibly weeks. It made sense. Most demons hadn’t been angels for very long before they Fell, but—Aziraphale had thousands upon thousands of years as an angel under his belt. “Just—Would you stay with me, dear? I’m not—not sure I can—get through this without you by my side.” He curled in a bit, obviously wanting to be closer to the demon. All shame was out the window by this point. “—Hold me?”

You: "Of course, angel." Crowley replied with a shake of his head, shifting to hold him closer. "I wouldn't even dream of leaving." He reassured, pressing his face into the crook of Aziraphale's neck, arms wrapping a bit more firmly around him. "They'd have to pry me off with a stick and even then they wouldn't survive long enough for it to last." He teased weakly, obviously trying to make the Angel feel a bit better. His voice cracked slightly, ruining the effort as he lifted his gaze to the small glowing embers eating away at the white downey.

Stranger: “Y-You’re sweet.” Aziraphale whispered, nuzzling against Crowley’s neck a bit, holding his face there when a particularly sensitive part of his wings began to burn. He shuddered, holding onto him tightly, every bit of him aching. “You—Haven’t asked why this happened.” He almost whispered. “You—You know, don’t you? I thought you—might’ve known. Realized why. You knew this would happen, didn’t you, love?”

You: If Crowley's heart hadn't broken at the sight, it would have in that moment. He knew, at least he thought he knew. How could he not? He buried his face once more, not wanting to face it, hoping if he ignored it it would go away. "Its all my fault... I'm so sorry." He breathed, shaking slightly as he fought against his own tears. "I should have stayed away. They would have never found out we were friends... I shouldn't have given in to my own temptation. If I could... If I could fall again... I would line up for it, a million times over to keep this from happening, angel... I was a fool and now you have to pay the price." He held him tighter.

Stranger: Aziraphale shook his head, frowning. “No, no—my love. You’re not—thinking about this how you should be.” He reasoned, nuzzling just under his chin, needing to stay close. He needed to bury his face against him, focus on anything but the scent of burning flesh surrounding them. He focused on Crowley’s familiar smell, which honestly helped a lot. It eased his nerves, mind off the pain for a few moments. He looked up at him, still cupping his cheek. “I’ve fallen for you.” He whispered. “In every sense. And I’d—do it over again. A million times, if need be, if this is—what it takes to—be with you.”

You: Crowley pulled back just fare enough to peer down at him, eyes wide with pain and shock. He studied the Angel's features, trying to read something there, obviously confused by it all. For a moment he was silent, the gears turning in his head before he shook his head almost violently. "You... you... foolish Angel!" He huffed, almost angry. "Thats the stupidest thing anyone has ever done! Why would you fall in love with a Demon! /The/ Demon!" He argued, the tears doubling. "Damn it Aziraphale!" He cursed, his emotional state all the more obvious with the use of the Angel's name. With the sudden outburst however, he seemed to soften, brows furrowing. "Damn it..." He breathed once more this time more of a whisper. "How could I be mad at you when I would do the same?" He asked, offering a small unsure smile.

Stranger: The yelling was almost comforting. Aziraphale knew Crowley well enough to know that—he did this when he /cared./ That’s when he yelled and behaved this way. And then he softened and—yeah. There were tears forming in the angel’s eyes now, slipping down his plump cheeks, sniffling as he looked up at the demon. He caressed his cheek again. “I—I love you, dear. You know that, don’t you? Even if—the words were never said. You knew how I felt?”

You: Crowley hesitated. This wasn't exactly the ideal situation to have this particular discussion but he supposed that there was no real reason not to. In fact, it was perhaps now or never. "I... Well, I had hoped." Crowley admitted his own hand lifting to cover Aziraphale's. "I... have waited a very long time to here you say it though... I was actually beginning to think that... Well, that it was all in my head. Not that that would change anything. I've just...." The word was hard to get out. "I've loved you for so long." He managed, voice cracking once more.

Stranger: Aziraphale squeezed his eyes shut, willing those tears away. A rather large area on his right wing caught flame, and he was panting. Shaking. Grabbing at Crowley, holding onto him for dear life. “H-How long?” He felt himself asking, wanting to know how long Crowley had felt that way. Mostly he just wanted to try and distract himself from the pain.

You: The flame's caught the Demon's attention and he tensed, his own distress increasing. For a brief moment he considered water but the thought died as quickly as it came. He had tried it on himself when he had fallen... It only made it that much worse. As Aziraphale clawed at him, however, his attention turned back to the Angel. He knew the man was trying to distract himself... To keep his mind off the pain. "How long..." Crowley repeated. "The Garden, I suppose." He admitted. "When you gave away that bloody sword... I was doomed."

Stranger: Aziraphale’s eyes shot open. “/What?/ Surely you couldn’t—you haven’t felt that way the /entire time we’ve known each other,/ have you?” His eyes were wide, obviously shocked. It did drag his mind off the pain for a few moments, at least.

You: "Nah..." Crowley shook his head, scrunching his nose as he drew at the word. "There was about five minutes from when you introduced yourself to when it really hit." He offered, a bit teasingly. He sighed softly at that, offering another small smile. "To be honest... I had been watching you for sometime while you guarded the East Gate... Watched how you interacted with Adam and Eve... The animals... I suppose it really started then... I knew you were different... Kinder than the rest... But... It wasn't until the sword that everything clicked."

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ice-cream-nekogirl · 6 years ago

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Emo and Proud (Shinsou Hitoshi X Reader)

Summary: You decide to give Shinsou some music therapy by encouraging him to sing along with you to vent out your stress and some deeper feelings are revealed.

Hehe one of my headcanons is that Shinsou is a big-time MCR fan, in a way like Misty Day is a fan of Stevie Nicks from American Horror Story :3

BTW SORRY FOR ANY OOC-NESS!!

Featuring: Our Favorite Purple Boy!

You sighed as you finished watching Aggretsuko for the 10th time on your phone.

It was such a cute show even with it’s 15 minute episode runtime. That poor little adorable red panda; you wondered if you would ever end up like that someday since you were going to be a pro-hero someday, and it wasn’t exactly a glamorous job for everyone.

If there’s one thing that show taught you, it’s that music is one of the most life-saving outlets to vent out your emotions. And boy was that true, because your music was pretty much one of your sanctuaries that let you feel and express yourself whenever you sang to yourself or just let all your old nostalgia come back to you in the comfort of your room.

But it was time to pull an Aggretsuko and use the power of music to relieve the stress you had been feeling after the Joint Training and training in general. You knew being a hero would be hard work, but damn, your teacher was starting to look more like a slave-driver at this point.

Thankfully, somehow everyone had managed to catch a break since nothing was really going on… yet at least. And to salvage this break, you secluded yourself from your friends, as much as you loved them, sometimes you needed some alone time.

So, you politely declined their invite to the arcade and stood behind in the dorms. Once you were sure that most of them were gone, you set up a TV you had brought since you couldn’t live without a large-enough television and for the movie nights for weekends.

You hooked it up to your phone and grabbed a brush to act as a makeshift microphone from your room and played up an old nostalgic song from the singer who rose up yet again. It’s a good thing nobody was here, because you were really rocking out and banging your head with the guitar solo. Not that you would have cared, but you didn’t care for some of the remarks you would get, especially from that jackass Bakugou or that snarky chick Jirou.

“Try to tell me what I shouldn’t do.You should know by now, I won’t listen to you. Walk around with my hands up in the air, ‘cause I don’t care… ‘Cause I’m alright, I’m fine! Just freak out let it go!”

Dancing a little bit and raising your fist, you sang as loud as you could and really let yourself cut loose, so much that you were oblivious to someone entering the room who had taken the time to pause and stare at you as you danced.

“I’m gonna live my life, I can’t ever run and hide I won’t compromise ‘cause I’ll never know. I’m gonna close my eyes, I can’t watch the time go by. I won’t keep it inside! Freak out let it go! Just freak out let it go!”

You were flailing your arms about, flipping your (H/L) hair as much as you could, shaking your butt as you pumped your fists to get back in tune with your inner Avril. The music was so loud you couldn’t hear the very quiet snickers coming from your audience.

“Gonna freak out let it go! Gonna freak out let it go!”

Banging your head as the final riff ended you threw your arms up vigorously, “WHOO!” You shouted, turning around with a big grin that dramatically and comically fell as soon as you saw the person you had no idea had been watching you just about the whole time…

“OH GOD! H-Hitoshi!!”

Wild purple hair and all, beautiful, tired purple eyes gleaming with such amusement as his lips were lined with a smirk. He slowly brought his hands up to give you a deliberately slow clap.

“Impressive…” Shinsou finally spoke up, his tone sounding casual and low-key as possible but you knew that this was clearly extremely amusing to him as your face involuntarily grew hot.

“How much of that did you hear… and see…?” You shouldn’t have asked that, but you were curious.

“Everything from ‘Try to tell me what I shouldn’t do’.” He answered you and you sighed a bit, shrugging your shoulders with your hands up in defeat.

“I didn’t think anyone else would be here… sometimes you just need time to yourself ya know?” Sighing, you almost felt embarrassed. Shinsou wasn’t even in your class at the beginning and yet you befriended him during the Sports Festival a LOT quicker than you did your own classmates. It all started when you asked for him to be on your team, which shocked the hell out of him since he didn’t even have to brainwash you like he did Ojiro and Aoyama. And from then, you two just clicked and stood in touch.

“I know. That’s why I didn’t go with the rest of the others.” He agreed with your sentiment, which made you actually kind of happy.

Shinsou was a complete introvert, and yet you managed to get through to him due to similar interests in music, especially when you discussed how the two of you were ‘permanently stuck in your emo phases’. And then you knew about his fondness for cats, which you found extremely adorable since you had a soft spot for cats yourself.

Finally, there was your quirks, and you knew all about the prejudice he got from people simply because his Brainwashing quirk gave him the ability to control people. You had gotten somewhat similar flak for your quirk since your quirk also allowed you to control people, except you had control over their bodies and not their minds.

Emo birds of a feather gloomed and listened to MCR together.

The more you two talked, the closer you became. Which is why you were overjoyed when he started training with Aizawa and finally got into the Hero Course with you and your friends.

But the problem was… now that you were closer to him, you had fallen almost hopelessly in love with him. And now you just embarrassed yourself in front of him even though the plan was to have some time for yourself. However, because you liked Shinsou so much, it was always okay for him to be around you; you could relate to him and you never wanted him to feel like he couldn’t be around you.

“Well hey. We can be alone together… you’re one of the very few people who don’t annoy me. And EVERYONE annoys me.” You smiled at him, and he couldn’t help but smile back at you.

“I can say the exact same thing about you.” Shinsou said as he took a seat on the couch, sighing heavily as you frowned a bit and went over to him. He’d been working extra hard since Aizawa took him under his wing, you were sure that he must have been exhausted.

“Dude you need to relax…” You said, setting your brush down and placing your hands on his shoulders that made him freeze ever so slightly from the unexpected touch. But he wouldn’t ever make himself appear flustered in front of you so he kept his cool.

“It’s not easy to relax when you’re constantly working… even on break-days like these…” He muttered a bit as you started to massage his shoulders a bit.

“Yeah but you can still try! You work too hard man… Aizawa’s really been kicking your ass ever since he took you up… I mean yeah it’s awesome that you’re with us now but you need a goddamn break dude…” You said gently despite your language, digging into his shoulder blades as he grunted a bit but then sighed quietly in content with how good your fingers felt on his sore muscles. Muscles he’d been growing ever since he started training that is…

“I might just sleep or something… that’s a smart way to take a break.” He said, but you immediately shut that idea down.

“Ugh, you’re training WITH Aizawa, not training to BE Aizawa, Hitoshi. Sleeping is great, but you know what else is great? Singing~.” You sang that to get your point across but that just served to irk the purple-haired boy even as he let out a small groan when you got another sore spot that helped him ease up a little bit.

He sighed again, “I don’t sing… I’m probably not even good at it…”

“I’m not good at it but I still do it! You ain’t gotta be good at singing to do it, it’s just fun! Plus you get to vent out everything in the lyrics of awesome songs! Avril Lavigne, Evanescence, Good Charlotte, Three Days Grace, Simple Plan, My Chemical Romance!” You exclaimed and listed out some of the many singers that you enjoyed during your emo phase and STILL enjoyed.

Shinsou didn’t flinch, but hearing those names nearly made him perk up since he DID like all of those groups and singers. Especially My Chemical Romance…

“I mean those guys defined our childhood and shaped up the emo phase that we grew up with and loved because we just didn’t give a fuck about anything and just sang the loser anthems that spoke of our existences at the time… It was a time to be alive because it allowed us to say ‘I am emo and I am proud’.” You somewhat dramatically explained and Shinsou gave you a look when you stopped massaging his shoulders and started talking nonsense.

“It’s who we are Hitoshi! We have all these feelings that we need to vent out! And remind people of the times we grew up in! Say it with me! I am emo and I am proud!” You threw your fist in the air, and naturally Shinsou didn’t follow you as he just stared at you.

”Did you watch Aggretsuko again?” He knew you loved singing, but he had a feeling that one of your favorite modern cartoons had something to do with this little idea of ours.

“Yes… yes I have…” You replied to him rather nonchalantly.

“You watch way too much cartoons…” He shook his head, trying his hardest to not smile or snicker at how stupid you sounded.

“Cartoons also defined my childhood because sometimes you needed a break from your emo phase bro… but my point is… just try it. I sang my heart out to Avril and I already feel a ton better! Aggretsuko teaches that and it’s an excellent lesson!’” You threw your hands up cheerfully, but Shinsou just stared at you with his deadpan look.

“Okay, you must have me confused with someone who does embarrassing things without a care in the world.” He snarked, trying to not show that this kinda thing made him feel a little… nervous. Especially with you here. He wasn’t ready to embarrass himself in front of you, not after you had to watch him lose to Midoriya in the Sports Fest.

And he nearly jumped when you suddenly put your arm around him. “Tosh… it’s ME. You know I’d never judge you. I mean you don’t have to… but I’m sure you’d be awesome at it… you’ve sung a few of your emo phase songs to yourself with the door closed whenever you got in one of those ‘fuck the world’ moods haven’t you?” You softly reassured him, giving him a choice even as you asked him a question.

Shinsou willed himself to not blush with how close you were and how you touched him like that, instead focusing on your words as he looked somewhat defeated. “Yes…”

He gave a heavy sigh. As much as he didn’t entirely want to, he couldn’t say no to you, especially when you were trying to just help him relax. Shinsou would only EVER sing for you.

“Okay… I’ll do one. But you’re not allowed to laugh.” Shinsou finally and reluctantly complied and you practically screamed from joy.

“YES!!! Let’s get out Emo on!” You hugged him suddenly , doing a bit of a dance when you finally got your wallflower friend to try this out with you.

So you gladly grabbed your phone to start looking up a selection of songs, as Shinsou sighed again, unable to believe that he was actually doing this. Well, he trusted you, and generally had fun whenever he did things with you. And although you were more energetic than he was at times, he didn’t mind. He enjoyed that you had more zest than he did.

“All right! Here’s one! Take it Toshi!” You suddenly tossed him your hairbrush, and he quickly caught it, giving you a look afterward.

“(Y/N)…” Shinsou was beginning to feel a bit of nerves even though he shouldn’t have, but it got worse when he saw the song you chose.

This was one of his FAVORITE songs.

“No I can’t… I can’t do Gerard any justice…” He muttered a bit self-consciously, but you just shook your head.

“Yes you can! No one’s a bigger fan of Gerard than you are! Now go on! I’m with ya Toshi!” You smiled wide at him to ease him up, and you took the floor when the song immediately started up

“Long ago, just like the hearse, you die to get in again… we are so far from you…”

Deliberately, you whispered that last part to imitate how the song went, and looked right at Shinsou to cue him to go next. He appeared unsure for a bit, until he took a quick breath.

“Burning on, just like a match you strike to incinerate… the lives of everyone you know! And what’s the worst you take from every heart you break… And like a blade you stain, well, I’ve been holding on tonight…!”

You nearly jumped as soon as THAT voice came out of Shinsou’s mouth. So much energy and passion as he became MUCH more expressive as he sang the song. His singing voice a lot louder and emotional than his speaking one, and yet there was something haunting and tortured about his voice too. It was beautiful…

However, Shinsou suddenly became more adorable in your eyes as he clutched the hairbrush close to him as he sung and and waved his arm about, as if to follow the way Gerard moved and sung in the music video.

As he sung, at that moment he remembered that you were here as soon as he saw your wide (E/C) eyes and agape mouth. You saw his cheeks beginning to redden as he nearly halted in the verse but you shook your head vigorously, wanting to encourage him to keep going!

“What’s the worst that I could say?”

“Things are better if I stay! So long and goodnight, So long and goodnight~!“

You jumped in, singing the first part before bringing your hairbrush over to Shinsou, and he gladly sang the rest along with you. Although you had to whoop when Shinsou got into it, running a hand through his wild hair and following Gerard’s every move from the video.

Crazy, passionate expression and everything and making the same hand gestures and you couldn’t help but dance just as wild as the dancers did and some air guitar, following Shinsou’s rhythm.

“Came a time when every star fall brought you to tears again… we are the very hurt you sold. And what’s the worst you take from every heart you break… And like a blade you stain, well, I’ve been holding on tonight…!”

“What’s the worst that I could say? Things are better if I stay! So long and goodnight, So long and goodnight~! Well, if you carry on this way, things are better if I stay… So long and goodnight, So long and goodnight…!”

Encouraged, by your enthusiasm, Shinsou got on his knees as he sung the chorus with the loudest voice you had ever heard from him. Although he stood back up a little dramatically when the last bridge came.

He took your hand gently, pulling you in closer as he continued to sing, in a softer, almost whispery voice.

“Can you hear me…?”

“Are you near me…?”

Shinsou looked you right in the eyes, purple eyes luring your (E/C) eyes in an almost intimate moment as your cheeks flushed pink. It felt like this was just for you, and Shinsou made sure of it as he gently pressed his forehead against yours. Silently telling you that this was for you, and that only you could see him bear his soul like this.

You quietly gasped, for a moment you nearly felt like you were in his control because of how his voice just captivated you. But feeling extremely relaxed and yet fluttery with joy as you giggled a bit. When he pulled away, you saw his own face become bashfully flushed as you grinned when he started to sing again.

“Can we pretend to leave and then…”

“We’ll meet again, when both our cars collide!”

While Shinsou sung, you followed his lead, widening your eyes dramatically and pretending to fall backwards like the girl in the video as the chorus came.

“What’s the worst that I could say? Things are better if I stay! So long and goodnight, So long and goodnight~! Well, if you carry on this way, things are better if I stay…So long and goodnight, So long and goodnight…!”

Feeling more invigorated than ever before, Shinsou sang the chorus a little louder, yet still on-key as put his hand over his heart and bore the rest of his soul out.

And when he finished the song, he promptly dropped your hairbrush and you threw both your hands up in the air. “WHOOOO!! That’s my Toshi!” You practically screamed, almost like a fangirl as you quickly threw yourself into him, hugging him tightly and jumping a little bit as Shinsou’s eyes grew slightly wide and he felt his face heating up a bit. He was confident during the song, but now his bashfulness came back.

“That was AWESOME! I didn’t even know you could sing!”

Shinsou really hated his pale skin sometimes, because now he couldn’t hide how much he was blushing from all of your praise.

“I don’t do it much… just in private… I don’t think I’m that good…” He normally wasn’t timid, but you were complimenting him so much and he wasn’t used to that kind of praise. He liked it a lot though, it just made him feel kind of nervous, and yet validated.

“Well you freakin’ ROCKED dude! You totally did Gerard justice!” You continued the compliments, adoring just how red Shinsou was turning as he rubbed the back of his neck and coyly grinned.

“You’re just saying that…” He mumbled a little bit, and for once he flinched when he felt lips pecking his already hot cheek as you giggled and blushed, shaking your head.

“Nope! I mean it… and… I mean it when I say this but… Hitoshi… I think… no… I know… I uh… I like you… not even that… I like-like you…” There you said it, you finally admitted your feelings for the guy. You were a little unsure, but that song and seeing him unleash the soul you fell in love with just brought out the rest of your feelings for him.

Shinsou was taken by surprise. Nothing fazed him that much, but for once he was taken aback, his purple eyes wide and his expression that one of surprise and disbelief. He’s NEVER had this happen to him before. No one’s ever like-liked him before.

“W-What?” He didn’t mean to stutter, but he couldn’t really help it.

“Hee-hee… I’m in love with you…” Giggling shyly, your cheeks began to darken, “Don’t make me say it again, my heart’s like, beating out of my chest…” You shyly said, and although Shinsou was still blushing, he started to smirk a little bit when he saw just how flushed you were. He knew you weren’t lying, but he was still amazed that SOMEONE actually like-liked him. And yet he was also overjoyed that someone he felt close to and actually liked, like-liked him. And if he was being honest, he like-liked you too.

“Well... I actually like-like you too... you’re the only person I think I completely trust.” He admitted, still giving you his little smile. Shinsou wasn’t lying, he’d never show anyone what a dork he could be, except for you. Because you were just as big an emo dork as he was. You were his dork, and he was your dork.

Your eyes went huge and you blushed heavily when he... reciprocated your feelings?! Was this for real? It had to be. Shinsou never lied to you, he layed jokes on you sometimes, but this wasn’t one of them...

“For real...?”

“Yes. You’re a complete dork. But... you’re my dork.” Shinsou finally admitted, it wouldn’t be a common thing, but he had to get that across to you just so you wouldn’t faint from how red you were. And he almost jumped when you screamed and hugged him again, very much like a fangirl almost.

“AHHHH! You know it! And you’re MY dork too!” You happily exclaimed, hugging him tightly as Shinsou sighed a little bit, but found it in him to hug you back with a little smile.

He’d never say it to anyone, but he loved his dork.

~~~Bonus Ending~~~

"We are not alone..." You suddenly perked up where you hugged Shinsou, and he sensed that too. Somebody else was around, and probably eavesdropping on the two of you. "I think I know who." He said lowly, albeit he wasn't entirely bothered; he wasn't happy, but he wasn't bothered either since this person was your friend.

"Ohhhh..." Giggling, you figured out who it was based on that alone. "Hey! Tokoyami! Come out dude I know you're hiding back there." You blatantly called him out, but of course Tokoyami himself didn't reply from the corner.

"No we're not!" Dark Shadow replied for him, and you could hear Tokoyami's annoyed, deep sigh.

"My apologies. It wasn't my intention to eavesdrop..." The crow-headed boy slowly came out of hiding as you waved to him, while Shinsou looked mildly annoyed, having assumed that you were his only audience.

"Oh really? Heh... let me guess... did you hear the song?" You raised a brow, as much as you could at least and Tokoyami looked downwards, almost as if he were a little embarrassed even though you knew he had the same tastes in music you and Shinsou did.

"Yes... I did. It was very impressive. Like Gerard Way was reawakened from his slumber." He somewhat dramatically said as you smiled wide and giggled, patting Shinsou on the back happily. "I know right?! See Tosh! You're AWESOME! And Tokoyami here is one of us! Let's let him hang with us!" You cheerfully suggested, which just annoyed Shinsou even more. However, Tokoyami was pretty harmless and didn't seem to have a thing for you. Even if he did, it was too late because you were his now.

"Okay. I don't see the harm." Shinsou shrugged his shoulders as you happily clapped your hands. "Ahaha! Tokoyami! Hope ya don't mind singing!" That made the similarly emo boy perk up ever so slightly. He didn't plan on singing...

"I'm not a singer." Tokoyami quickly replied. Much like Shinsou, he wasn't entirely willing to show off because he doubted his abilities, but you weren't going to let him feel so insecure as you started the next song.

"You will be!" You smirked, winking at Shinsou as you immediately started to sing the first lyrics. A song you knew no true emo like Tokoyami could ever resist.

"Oh, well imagine, as I'm pacing the pews in a church corridor and I can't help but to hear. No, I can't help but to hear an exchanging of words~."

You got into it and picked your head up as soon as you sang the first part, running a hand through hair as you sang in your hairbrush, not so subtly flirting with Shinsou as he couldn't help but smirk as you gave him your brush to let him take the next part.

"What a beautiful wedding! What a beautiful wedding, says a bridesmaid to a waiter, and, yes, but what a shame, what a shame the poor groom's bride is a whore."

Shinsou gladly sung, which surprised you a little bit because he was more comfortable when it was only you. And he was, but he knew that you and Tokoyami were just friends, even if the guy liked you it was too late. You were all his now. Still, he would let the fellow emo join in since he was very like-minded and wouldn't judge you both. However, you both just made him feel a little nervous, it didn't help when you gave him the hairbrush...

But Tokoyami knew this song by heart. Every lyric, every rhythm...

He couldn't help it.

"I chime in with a 'Haven't you people ever heard of closing the goddamn door?' No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality!”

Now you and Shinsou were shocked, both of your eyes growing wide when the ever-so-stoic, dark prince-y bird boy Tokoyami, of ALL people, actually singing with an almost uncharacteristic enthusiasm as he held onto the hairbrush you gave him and sung into it.

But you couldn't help but smile wide, glancing at Shinsou as he shrugged with a small smile. The bird was shocking pretty good too. Might as well join in.

"I chime in with a 'Haven't you people ever heard of closing the goddamn door?!' No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of... poise and rationality! Again..."

Following Tokoyami's lead, you and Shinsou acted as his back-up singers by singing the chorus with him and you provided the crazy dances as the three of you vigorously rocked out.

Emo and proud.

~~~Extra Bonus Ending~~~

Meanwhile downstairs...

"Man it sounds like they're having fun up there..." Kirishima and the rest of the 'Bakusquad' had returned to Heights Alliance early, and you had pretty much put your music on full blast once you hooked it up to the TV. And didn't count on anyone coming back so quick...

"I kinda wanna go up and join em!" Kaminari was getting into the music he was hearing through the walls. "YEAH! Let's go and party with those guys!" Mina would never say no to cutting lose and dancing to awesome music.

"I'm sure (Y/N) will let us. Most of us..." Sero shrugged his shoulders with his casual smile, having known you fairly well but he wasn't so sure you would let ALL of them hang out since you and Bakugou never really entirely got along.

"Amateurs..." Bakugou muttered under his breath as he marched upstairs to go to the floor you were occupying. You were being WAY too damn loud, but at that moment he decided he'd show you how a REAL singer sings My Chemical Romance.

SO LONG AND GOOD NIGHT TUMBLR!!!!

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Misfortune Chapter 1

Prologue - Prologue Pt. 2 - Chapter 1 - Chapter 2

Idol!Jaebum x Solo Idol!Reader

Drama/Slight comedy

A/N: YAY FIRST CHAPTER! We’re so sorry it took so long, but were finally posting! We hope you like it!

Disclaimer: This story is pure fiction. The name of the idol (reader) as well as the fandom name are fake and made up by us. The real life idol’s personalities portrayed in this fic are also made up by us. To our knowledge, the idols in real life are total sweethearts. We do NOT condone fandom wars or trashing idols in the SLIGHTEST. We are hoping this story will bring awareness to how stupid and toxic fandom wars can be.

Trigger Warning: Anxiety attacks, flashbacks and depression for the most part. Toxic fandom wars and bullying (Which we’ll explain further into the story). May be something later.

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“Alright! Did everyone enjoy VAV's performance?!”

The crowd goes wild in response to Mark Tuan’s question. Jackson cheers next to him before speaking into his microphone.

“They did an amazing job, as always! Up next we have JYP’s own Rookie Group, Stray Kids!”

“Let's KCON!”

You hear the crowd grow louder for Stray Kids who you watch walk out on stage. You hear the beginning of Jisung and Changbin’s rap.

Your breathing grows heavy, knowing you're up soon. You practice your vocal exercises backstage, thinking about your lyrics and dance moves.

“I still can't believe you're actually here, in the same place as Got7. Who thought that was a good idea?”

You close your eyes, trying to ignore the snooty sounding voice from behind. ‘Lyrics and dance, Y/N. That's what you need to be focusing on’

“I mean, she did try to ruin JJProject's image all those years ago. That little liar was probably brought here as a publicity stunt, not actually because she has any talent.”

“Lord, help me,” you breathe out quietly before turning to face the nasty commentators, who just happen to be Nayun and Daisy of Momoland.

“Anything else you have to say to me, you better spit it out now. I have better things to be doing.” You cross your arms.

Daisy raises a brow. “Oh there's a lot I could say.”

“Do you two have anything better to do than bring up seven-year-old bullshit?”

You hear a voice coming from behind you, making you sigh with relief. Jimin walks up next to you, leaning an arm into your shoulder.

Nayun glares at the 15& member. “You're part of JYP and you're still on her side?”

Jimin grinds her teeth, trying to keep her temper. “Well, unlike some people, I listen to all the facts before jumping to conclusions. She also happens to be my best friend and I believe her.” She smiles sarcastically.

Before one of them can say anything else, you see Mark and Jackson walk up, joining your little powwow.

“Don't you two have a fan meet in an hour to get ready for?” Mark tilts his head, unimpressed with the current issue at hand.

Knowing they're outnumbered, Daisy and Nayun scoff and walk away. You sigh with relief and lay your head onto Jimin's arm.

“Thanks guys. I just don't have the energy to argue about this subject right now.”

Jimin pats your head with a frown. “No one messes with my wifey!”

Jackson slaps your back harder than he meant to, earning an ‘ow’ from you. “We got you, Y/N. Don't worry.”

“I still don't understand why at times, since your leader and I have the biggest rivalry in kpop history.”

Mark rolls his eyes. “We’re grown ass men who can decide for themselves who to befriend. You never did anything to us, why should we hate you?”

You smile at your old company friends, happy to still have them in your life. You hear the crowd cheering, signaling the end of the performance.

“Oh shit, Jackson, we gotta go. Cya Y/N! Can't wait to see you perform!”

Mark waves to you, pulling a complaining Jackson along with him. You hear a faint ‘Ugh, why did we agree to MC, again?’ coming from the Chinese boy, making you chuckle.

You notice Stray Kids exiting from on stage. You wave to your old friend, Bang Chan.

“Chris! You guys did amazing as always!” you yell with a smile.

The boy stiffens at the sound of your voice, turning his head slightly to make eye contact. He gives you a half hearted, closed mouth smile before quickly turning his attention elsewhere. Minho and Changbin shoot you a glare before ushering the rest of the group the opposite direction.

Your hand drops to your side as you groan. “Oh yeah, I forgot he hates my guts.”

Jimin hooks her arm with yours, pulling you in close. “Well, honey, you did kinda leave the company with no word. He probably felt slightly betrayed.”

You mumble at the response. You remember that day seven years ago.

You and Chan were pretty close during your last year as a trainee. He had come to the company in 2010 and you had taken him under your wing, being a trainee for three years prior. You both became pretty close friends, along with BamBam, Jimin, Mark, Jackson and JB.

After the incident at the showcase, you had left the company the next day with no word, no warning. The only people you stayed in contact with was Jimin, Mark, Jackson and BamBam. You didn't say anything to Chan, fearing he would hate you after what you had accused JB of. He must have felt betrayed by one of his best friends, because he hasn't talked to you since then. Every time he sees you, he avoids you like the plague.

“I was afraid of him not believing me about what happened. He looked up to JB and Jinyoung as mentors, I didn't want him to hate me.” You sigh, watching Stray Kids hurry themselves out from backstage. “Guess he ended up hating me anyway. And now the rest of them do too.”

Jimin pulls you in for a hug, trying her best to comfort you. She squeezes you tight. “It'll all work out in the end, sweetie. I promise.”

She pulls away as she receives a text message. “Looks like I'm going on stage soon. I got to go get ready. Just remember to hang in there.” She raises a fist in the air. “I'll be cheering you on while you're out there. KIT and Kittens, fighting!”

You give your best friend a smile, happy that she's here with you. She blows you a kiss as she walks back to her manager who's waiting for her.

“Y/N noona!”

You turn to see BamBam running towards you with a smile. Despite being fairly hated throughout the industry, you’re surprised so many people were happy to see you.

“Hey Bammie!” you open your arms to receive a big hug.

“Ah, I'm so glad you're here. We haven't seen each other in awhile.” He squeezes you so tightly, you could hardly breath.

“BamBam-ah, if you squeeze her too tightly, she might pop.”

Your entire body freezes as soon as you hear his voice.

You slowly turn around to see the reason for your last seven years of misery, the handsome face of your nightmares.

JB smirks at you, giving you the once over. “Well, look at what the cat dragged in. If it isn't the infamous Y/N. Or should I call you KIT?”

You set a hard glare on your face. “Or you could not talk to me at all, that would be good too.” You raise a brow. “If that was your attempt at an insult, it was pretty shitty. Try again.”

BamBam gave JB an awkward look, “yeah, even I didn’t find that good.”

You scrunch your nose at BamBam’s comment. “Um, thanks?”

JB chuckles coolly. “Damn, you're as cold as ever, aren't you. I remember the days where you were such a sweetie.”

You take a step towards him, poking a finger into his chest. “Yeah, all because of you, ya ass. If you didn't do what you did seven years ago, maybe I'd still be a nice person.”

JB glares at the finger in his chest. He takes a step forward pushing you a step backwards. “Don't go around lying like that, Y/N. It's not good for your image.” His glare turns back into a condescending smirk. “Well, what's left of it anyway.”

The two of you are almost nose to nose. As beautiful of a face that he has, the love you once felt for him is long gone. Everyone around you could feel the resentment and hatred seeping from the two of you.

BamBam laughs awkwardly before pulling you away from the smirking boy. “Alright, let's not do this here. Y/N, you should probably go and get ready. You're up soon.”

You let BamBam pull you back, but your icy glare stays glued to JB. Quickly you look at the lineup posted on the wall. You relax a little bit and nudge BamBam to let you go.

“It looks like I’m performing before you. It’s just ‘cause I’m better.” You chuckle as you lean against a pillar like you’ve won this argument.

JB slaps his knees and bursts out laughing. “Oh ho-ho-ho. You are sadly mistaken. Sweetie, you are the opening act. Got7 is the main act of Kcon this year. Did you oversleep again and miss the announcement?”

Everyone around you giggled quietly. BamBam put a hand on your shoulder, but you immediately pull away from his attempt at reassurance. Completely embarrassed you didn’t know what to do. It was like a scene from your nightmares. Everything staring at you, laughing. ‘Not again, god not like this.’

You became overwhelmed with emotions; so much anger and resentment. You bare your teeth and growl at him like a wildcat that’s ready to pounce, both fists clenched. You realize though that this isn’t you. You wouldn’t hurt him even though he’s done so much to you. This realization makes you feel completely vulnerable.

“What? You going to punch me little KIT?” JB mocks you with a condescending tone of voice.

‘Why does it have to be me? What have I done to you?’ You bite your lip trying to hold back the angry tears.

Suddenly you hear your name on the loudspeaker, making you snap your attention away from the situation at hand. Your anxiety spiking, you grab your headset and make your way to the edge of the stage.

“Don’t choke!” JB winks and leave, laughing on his way out.

You do your best to ignore him, knowing if you dwell on it, you really will choke. You take a deep breath and focus yourself. You hear Mark and Jackson from out in the audience.

“Up next, we have miss KIT herself! Please give her a warm LA welcome! Let’s KCON!”

‘Alright, Y/N. It’s your time to shine.’

~~~

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