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bangtanpromptsfics · 4 years ago

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dialogue prompt #6: “It's 3 o'clock in the morning”

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: established relationships, fluff

word count: 1,550

warnings: making out

summary: a 3am walk in the city with your boyfriend

a/n: got this inspiration from an instagram reel and I wanted to transfer that entire feel into this one shot. hope you guys enjoyy and please drop feedbacks it really boosts motivation!! p.s as soon as I completed this, butter official teaser was released SOOOO EXCITED!!!

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“It's 3 o'clock in the morning”, you take a breath in and resume kissing him, hands tangling in the locks at his nape.

“I know”, he rasps, pulling back to bring your foreheads together, taking a moment to immerse the image of your swollen lips and cold skin of your face “It'll be fun baby”.

You don't know who exactly started kissing. Jungkook came back from his night shift not long ago and he expected you to be asleep. But he was beyond happy to catch you peacefully listening to music and waiting for him, paying attention to arbitrary details of the city still alive below. What began as a welcome kiss soon turned into a brief makeout-session, the first press of his lips against yours truly reminding how much you missed Jungkook throughout the day.

And during small breaks of catching each other's breath, he suggested for a night walk, much like a date since he had been too busy this week.

“Okay”, you huff, still feeling your chest squeezing together to get the normal breathing rate. A smile tugs at his lips and with one final smooch he leaves you to change your clothes into something safe enough for walking through the cold night.

Maybe it's because you had been with Jungkook for so long that you basically adapted a lot of his fashion sense and little habits. When you step out of your small shared apartment, you both look like members of a punk band, all black and leather.

Jungkook smiles down at you, remembering how much you have changed, it felt like you grew bored of colors as well, much of your aesthetics going monochrome at this point. There was a time Jungkook even went worried about it, thinking you were somehow adjusting to him. But you reassured him that he was all the color in your life you needed.

Jungkook interlocks fingers with you, squeezing palms together as he leads the way down stairs.

“Where are we going exactly?”, you ask, an obvious curiosity he hasn't clarified yet.

“I don't know really. We'll figure that out”.

He always had a way with words which made you warm and curious at the same time. You just smile in return and wrap your hands around his leather clad arms and walk along.

You liked this. Dates with no particular destination to be in. Just strolling till your legs are tired, eating street food, getting coffee together or studying at the public library because your apartment is located at a not so silent heart of the city.

And you liked Jungkook very much too. It sometimes feels like lopsided that it demands to overflow from underneath your skin, and sometimes when you are making love to him or cuddling his head close to your chest, you believe he feels it too.

It hits you all of a sudden that you never shared those three words. Never ever uttered them in this two years of relationship and you question them now. Totally random of a realisation just like the day you woke up in a cold sweat accepting to self that you have to confess to Jungkook.

The first place you stop by is a heavily packed food truck selling korean food. It's a usually visited one so Jungkook ask for the customary meal, fire noodles. His favorite of street foods not because there wasn't anything better, he just adored your blush flushed face when you are done.

“Babe?”, he tears open the ketchup and squeezes the content with his chopsticks while watching you, “you good?”.

Apparently you had spaced out, still fueling on the thread of thoughts from earlier. You ground yourself to the present in a jolt, “I'm alright”. You give him a nervous smile.

Jungkook pulls his chair close to yours so that your arms and knees are touching, your skin growing hot despite not touching your noodles yet.

“What are you thinking about hm?”, he demands to know, but not intimidating you more than the point. He busies his hands mixing the ketchup into your noodles instead.

“I love you Jungkook”, you blurt, eyes planted on a random spot on the ground waiting for an outcome.

“And you realized that now baby?”, he chuckles, watching you all shy. He places his noodles from his lap to the table in front to fully face your direction.

“I love you too baby, so much. And I've said that so many times before, when you are sleeping, or when you were not listening. I think I was not as brave as you”, he confesses.

Your chest swells in warmth knowing he had always told you this. You peck his nose and dig into the food, finally able to feel the hunger settling down.

Content with the late night meal, you begin to stroll again after Jungkook laughs and cups your flushed red face. You always hated spicy food as a child but then this is another one of those quirks you caught up being Jungkook’s girlfriend.

“Where do you wanna go baby”, he asks, feeling lost of a trajectory for the date and now you are equally lost too, dwelled in the fact that he will lead the night.

“I don't know”, you state and at the sight of a specific place you continue, “wanna get some drinks?”.

Jungkook immediately giggles, “We both know you lose your mind over half a glass of rum love”.

You knit your brows together for a pout, “Well then you can carry me back home can't you? That would be romantic”, you press yourself to him for no apparent reason.

“Carry you all the way home?”, he muses, holding your whining head softly on his palms while pecking your forehead.

“C’mon Koo then why do you workout for three hours all day? Make some use of your muscle��

“Oh I make plenty use of these muscles and you know it”, he teases back and you smack his arms in response.

After a few very cliche comebacks you both agree to drink the night away. Good thing that Jungkook had a good tolerance to alcohol among you two. Carrying his drunk body single handedly for a smaller human like you would be a tedious task. The math was correct here, and so you start slurping your glass of whatever cheap whiskey they had.

You were enjoying all of this, truly to the core and to the point that you swore there is nothing better to life than this. But Jungkook always felt otherwise.

You see, you are not a rich couple. Just normal millenials who go to college supported with scholarships and debts to pay, several part time jobs and a very low key life where you prioritise your expenses and plan finance together. A couple who has not went on classy restaurant dates in glittery tight fitting dress, or even a sundress and expensive suits. He always wonders about the things that could make you happier and maybe one day he can afford that Italian restaurant you once said is really nice because your sister was proposed by her husband there. You'll look so beautiful in a dress and he can't wait to allure on that.

“Koo?”, you slur, already feeling consciousness leaving your body, “What are you thinking about now hmm?”

He smiles faintly at you swirling his drink and bringing it to his lips to think upon the answer a bit.

“Nothing babe. You look so beautiful right now”, he says.

And immediately you search for a reflecting surface to check yourself out, and that's because you're drunk. Your more sober self usually ends up processing a lot of butterflies at the pit of your tummy.

“I am!?”, you beam, finally able to see a very blurred something of your bummed out face with hair falling over and maybe there's even a little dried drool at the corner of your lips.

“Yeah”, he giggles, scooping you up in his arms for a tight hug, “Let's get home shall we?”

“Carry me pwese”

“C’mon love”, he helps you climb on his back for a piggyback ride, “I'll carry you”.

You tug your limbs a little tighter around Jungkook, he pats under your thigh to loosen up so he can walk. He listens to random mumbles you are whispering to him and he smiles occasionally, carefully paying attention to everything.

“I love you so much sometimes I don't know what to do with myself”, you say and Jungkook stops dead in his track to process the words a bit.

His skin turns red which you can't see and probably you wouldn't mutter such things on your sobering. And he is glad. Glad to know that you are content with what it is. His mind stirs around, his own set of booze blazing the thought further.

“Why did you stop Koo? You tired? Should I carry you?”

“You love me that much?”, he asks, completely dodging your questions.

“Yes. So much”, you kiss his cheeks, pressing down harder then usual to prove your point.

He is convinced you are the one who has a way with the words. You say things which brings him to his knees and you remain so oblivious to it.

“Let's get you home”, he states through a smile.

Thank you so much for reading!! ♡♡

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anystalker707 · 3 years ago

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For me, baby

Pairing: Gerard x Reader Word count: ~ 1 400 Genre: Fluff / Smut Summary: (Y/n) finds out Gerard's chest is a sensible spot and is up to exploring it. Kind of content: Humping / Oral / Praising

Requested by @angie-migel

It’s raining softly outside, creating a comfortable and cozy atmosphere that we decided to enjoy by sitting on the couch and watching some movie which a random channel is rerunning for the thousandth time this week. The sound of the movie is actually barely audible under the sound of the rain against the windows and it’s not really important, honestly.

I hug Gerard close, feeling the vibrations of his back against my chest with a comfortable hum coming from him; he leans back against me and I press a kiss to his cheek, nuzzling him. He melts more against me with the gentle motions of my hands against his tummy as I rub it, massaging his belly, and sometimes I wonder how he feels insecure about such a cute detail about him.

My hands slowly come up to Gerard’s chest and I just rest them there for a moment, observing how his chest rises and falls slowly, and feeling his warmth through the thin fabric of his shirt. I let my hands wander around for a moment, enough to suddenly feel something different and I look down to see his nipples perked up under the black fabric. Oh, alright, then. I can’t help but bring my fingers to trace them – Gerard immediately jumps lightly, startled.

“W-What are you doing?” He looks at me with bright red cheeks.

“Just caressing you, baby, don’t worry!” I do my best to hold back a grin and show him the most natural smile I’m able to.

“Okay…” Gerard mumbles, shifting to adjust his position, though he does glance at me a couple of times with not so convinced eyes.

Sometimes when we’re fucking, Gerard does whine more when I’m either touching his torso or pressing kisses all over it, though I’ve never paid proper attention to his nipples, specifically. I run my fingers across them a few times and also circle them – his breath hitches every single time I do it, even if the slightest bit. Interesting.

I rest my hands under Gerard’s pecs and let my thumbs graze over his nipples properly this time, watching how Gerard starts moving around each time more, growing really fidgety.

“(Y/n),” he breathes, voice tight in his chest, “please…”

“What’s it, hun?”

“Can you please touch me?” He presses himself closer to me, pressing his face to my neck.

“No.” I hum, shrugging my free shoulder; Gerard furrows his eyebrows, sounding like he’s about to question it when I pinch his nipple a few times, feeling the fabric running against the sensible skin underneath and whatever he wanted to say is lost with a sudden loud, pleased sound. “Because we are doing something else!” I grin and struggle a bit as I reach for a nearby pillow that was by Gerard’s legs. “Sit up, facing me.”

Gerard is hesitant, but eventually does so – he looks at me with a mix of frustration and excitement, sitting in a w position.

The pillow is neatly placed in front of him before I take his face in my hands, pressing a sweet kiss to his lips. “Now,” I mumble against his lips, brushing our noses together, “hump the pillow for me, baby.”

Despite the silence, Gerard’s face becomes bright red again in a matter of seconds. “What?”

“You heard me.” I grin, pecking his lips a last time, and pull away.

A quiet and shy hum comes from Gerard, but he slowly nods and moves to settle himself down on the pillow, Addam’s apple bobbing up and down with an audible swallow. He exhales shakily, not looking at me at first and I let him, watching him start to clumsily move his hips against the pillow until his breath starts to hitch in his throat.

“Yeah, just like that,” I say softly, taking his face in hands again. “Such a good boy for me, aren’t you?” I lock our lips together in another kiss, which has more urgency this time.

My hands trail down Gerard’s chest again so I can touch his nipples again, pinching and pulling at them lightly and he’s soon gasping against my lips. He whines softly and damn, I just love finding another sensitive spot of his. Sometimes I think I could spend hours just touching him.

Gerard’s mouth falls open with the moans, hence he ends up pulling away from the kiss, so I continue to press soft kisses to his bottom lip and down to his jaw, trailing along it and pulling on the skin with my teeth a couple of times. I try to keep doing it as I let my hands fall and pull his shirt up to touch his nipples properly and not with anything between them and my fingers.

“Oh, (y/n),” Gerard breathes, letting his head fall to my shoulder, knuckles white around the pillow.

“Does it feel good, baby?” I ask against his neck, letting my thumbs work around his nipples.

“Yeah!” He pauses for a moment to move his hands and find more support just to start moving again and in a faster pace – I observe his hips moving frantically and can’t help but to groan light at the sight, having him doing the same with another pinch on his nipples and a light twist. A throaty sound comes from him. He brings his hips down for a long and heavy thrust into the pillow. “Please,” he mumbles.

Okay, watching him has been entertaining, but I do want to touch him more.

“C’mon, sit up properly.” I let go of him and pull the pillow away, compelling Gerard to look at me questioningly. “Here,” I tell him with a tap on my thigh.

Gerard shyly moves closer, hesitantly shifting around after placing his hands on my shoulders, but the shyness and hesitancy leaves him at the same time a squeal escapes his lips once I take a hold of his hips and lower him on my thigh. Much better for both of us, I believe.

He doesn’t move at first, but I don’t mind and start pressing kisses to his neck and pull his shirt up again as it rode down after I let go of it. I squeeze his chest with both of my hands, which has him whining and consequently starting to move his hips, humping against my thigh with slow movements that quickly gain speed.

Gerard is full on moaning again when I start to press kisses to his chest and eventually take one of his nipples between my lips and suck lightly on it – a moan comes from him almost immediately, the loudest so far, at the same time I can feel his grip tightening around my shoulders. I let my hand work on his other nipple, twisting it lightly between my fingers and playing with the skin around it, that seems to be just as sensitive.

I can feel Gerard’s hands on the back of my head as soon as I start nibbling down on his nipple, measuring the pressure perfectly to balance the pain and the pleasure. It seems to work well. His fingers tangle with my hair and he’s pushing me closer to his chest, hence I start to nibble and suck on the skin around his nipple whilst massaging the opposite peck and, another especially hard twist makes Gerard’s hips stutter.

“(Y/n),” he says in a desperate whiny voice, “I’m coming, fuck– I’m–”

“Do it, baby,” I mumble against his chest and pull myself up to look at him properly again, with my hands still on him. “Cum for me.”

The words seem to trigger it immediately and Gerard’s letting out a loud moan, arms now wrapped around me and face buried in my chest. He squirms around for a long moment, holding tightly onto me, then starts breathing heavily, hips coming to a stop.

“Wow, baby,” I say, hugging him back. “Look at you. I didn’t know you liked to be touched that way, but oh damn. You did so well, you were so pretty moving your hips frantically against the pillow, oh my.” I run my fingers through his hair and helplessly smile at the soft groan I receive in response. “I love watching you pleasing yourself like this, all just for me to watch.”

He sighs and moves softly just to stop immediately and whine. “(Y/–(Y/n), I’ve– Damn,” he tries to move again.

“Yeah,” I hum with a nod. “Let’s go clean up, then, shall we?” I press a kiss to his head, nudging him to move lightly, but he doesn’t. “You don’t want me to carry you to the bathroom, do you?” I joke, rubbing his side affectionately; he tries to say something, which only ends up coming out as a frustrated groan in response.

#gerard way #gerard way x reader #sm*t #fanfic #fan fiction #mcr #mcr oneshot #oneshot #imagine #x reader #writing #my chemical romance #fluff #requested #my post

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skellebonez · 4 years ago

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I AM SORRY FOR THIS SKELLE BUT I MUST: 5 (kidnapping them was the only way I was going to get them here),6 (let's make a deal, shall we?) and 41 (can you teach me how to do that) with the demon bull fam and mk with a little hint of 64 (I may have eaten seven of them already). NOW GO HAM MY DUDE

Oh I had way too much fun with this one. I took S2E4 (spoilers mentioned for that!) and some tweets made by one of the show producers on the same day as fuel for a very silly idea I had. I don't write what can be considered "Crack treated seriously" (or at least semi-seriously, this is not a 100% serious fic) often but when I do I go hard. This is more focused on MK and others than SpicyNoodles so it's a bit more gen fic than a full on ship fic as well.

Kidnapping them was the only way I was going to get them here/Let's make a deal, shall we?/Can you teach me how to do that?/I may have eaten seven of them already.

"Red..." MK started off slowly, watching as his boyfriend's face flushed and twisted in embarrassment. "Can you tell me why your mother showed up at my apartment and used her wind vortex thing to teleport us here without an explanation? And then left us in your..." He looked around, noting that aside from the excessively large throne and two smaller thrones beside it this room looked like a... "Living room? On a couch?"

"I can-" Red Son started, raising a hand before pausing a frowning deeply. "Actually, no, I can't explain. This is just weird, even by my parent's standards. I have no idea what is going on, but since you're still here..." He shrugged with a hopeful smile, shaky through the uncertainty. "Maybe it's not bad? I mean, if Mother was truly upset or wanted to do something bad surely she would have not left us to our own devices. Maybe she’s... uh... happy I finally have a boyfriend?”

At the pointed raise of an eyebrow from MK that hopeful smile faltered a bit. Happy Red Son had a boyfriend for the first time in a couple centuries? Under different circumstances he wouldn't doubt that! Happy when that boyfriend was MK?

Oh he did doubt that.

He knew that they shouldn't have been sneaking around the way they had been. It had made sense at first, two people on opposite sides of a feud lasting centuries who discovered they actually enjoyed spending time together more than fighting each other. One who decided he very much would rather not follow through with any kind of domination and see his family hurt, who realized "actually my sworn nemesis isn't so bad", and another who decided "my life is already weird enough, why not give this befriending my enemy thing a shot".

And then one thing lead to another and before they knew it their secret friend meet up became a secret boyfriend meet up. They'd managed to keep everything under wraps for a while (except from Mei because, well... she was his best friend! He couldn't not tell someone and she would have found out fast if he wasn't obvious, and she had quickly become a mutual source of support for both of them), though MK knew Pigsy and the others knew something was up. They didn't question him, though, aside from the occasional good natured jab. "Wow MK, you seem happy today. Got any plans?" and that sort of thing. They seemed to trust him to make his own decisions, as long as he was happy and healthy and eventually told them. (Sun Wukong, however, may have caught in a little when he jokingly asked if MK had gotten a boyfriend and MK had choked on his drink. He never brought it up specifically after that but he was smart. Too smart.)

Red Son, on the other hand, was fantastic at keeping secrets when he tried. Or MK thought he was... the last few months gave no indication that either of his parents had discovered their little sneaky rendezvous. Then Princess Iron Fan broke into his apartment and, well, here they are. Clearly something had gone wrong somewhere along the line.

Before MK could follow through with any questions of whether or not there could be a fate worse than instant death that involved lulling him into a false sense of security, the two men froze at the sound of quickly approaching voices.

“Could this not have been done another way, my dear?”

“Kidnapping them was the only way I was going to get them here, you know that. Noodle Boy is not that gullible, contrary to what we first believed.”

Ah... shit... Red Son’s parents.

Mk quickly ran through all the possessions he had in his apartment and wondered if he had time to text Mei or Pigsy the world’s fastest will and testament and if that would be legally binding. He just hoped he had something for Pigsy to handle the Phantom Orderer they'd had for the last year.

They always ordered on the app and prepaid and managed to leave him a sizeable tip in his tuk-tuk after he dropped off the food at whatever random location they indicated.

"Good," PIF's voice rang clear, far faster than he could even attempt to pull out his phone, and MK turned to see that she was casually lounging on the shoulder of the Demon Bull King. She jumped down, her wind lightening her fall so much so that she barely made a sound when her feet touched ground. "You've made yourself comfortable."

MK couldn't bring himself to move, as much as he very dearly wanted to run away as quickly as possible. Yes, he was The Monkie Kid and had progressed far enough that he could probably escape without much problem. Yes, he and DBK had had an understanding after the White Bone Spirit and Lunar New Year Festival (though he still didn't know if PIF ever found out about that one). Yes, Princess Iron Fan had shown little interest in him before and had even worked beside him with no complaints (she didn't even care enough to attack during the Food Wars thing!). But that was all before she apparently found out he was dating her son behind her back while they were technically still enemies.

He was glad at that moment that she had grabbed them before they went to get lunch... his stomach was doing back flips that would make a gymnast jealous.

"Uh, yes Miss-Mrs-Muh-M- Princess Iron... Fan?" MK couldn't help but stutter awkwardly, holding onto the hem of his jacket and worrying it as he tried to keep his composure. He looked beside him, watching as Red sat straighter and kept an even expression on his face that he couldn't quite place. His hair seemed to spark softly.

Though she raised a brow at this, PIF didn't comment on that at all. Instead she made her way to the other couch across from them as opposed to what was clearly supposed to be her throne, leaning forward right her elbows on her knees and her fingers laced together in front of her. DBK stopped behind her, seemingly content to stay standing.

"Noodle Boy... you prefer to go by MK, is that correct?" She started, and he nodded slowly in confused response. "Hmn... so. You've been dating my son for quite some time. Many months... no, a bit over a year if I am not mistaken in how long his behavior has changed." 'Oh shit' went MK's brain. "You must be quite serious, if you're willing to go through so much just to see each other. Late night meetings. Secret hideaways. Sneaking onto Flower Fruit Mountain, even." 'Oh SHIT' it repeated in horror. "That's quite the dedication to show toward anyone... I hate to admit it, but I am quite impressed." 'OH SH-wait what?'

"Bw-huh?" Was what MK managed out, half a sound that was almost a word and half a squeak of confusion.

"The fact I myself remained oblivious until only a few weeks ago is quite something. Let's make a deal, shall we?" She continued, sitting back straight and looking like the proud Princess she was and not like a woman sitting on a couch that looked comically small in front of her enormous husband. "You and Red Son no longer have to hide your relationship from us and in exchange..." she paused, as if relishing the building tension between herself and the couple before her. "You will come over at least once a week so we can get to actually know you properly."

MK froze. Red Son froze even more.

Then his entire head lit ablaze as he jumped up and gestured at his mother with a gaping mouth. "Th-that's it!? I-I was... I was RIGHT!?"

PIF barely reacted to this, merely lounging sideways as she put her elbow on the arm of the couch and rested her cheek on her hand.

"Whatever you were right about, I suppose you were. But yes," she shrugged, honestly looking... kinda happy? "Has this been about a year ago I perhaps would not have understood what you saw in Nood-MK. But I can see how happy you have been lately, and there's something about him that is like... what did you say he was like, darling?" She turned to DBK, who shrugged himself with an unreadable expression.

"A ball of sunshine given human form."

... that was not what MK ever expected to hear from the Demon Bull King's mouth...

"Yes, that's it," she nodded as if this was completely normal and ignored how Red Son flopped back down onto the couch and stared at the ceiling. "I'd hate to admit it, but you've grown on us through out sparse interactions. Somehow. And we have been eagerly waiting for the day we could finally welcome someone into our son's life. So what do you say? Do we have a deal?"

She seemed... serious. MK may not know her that well, but it was clear to anyone when she wasn't being so.

"Uh... o-ok? Sure?" MK said softly, nodding in amazement as DBK and PIF actually smiled at this.

This was the strangest day of his life, beating our every single demon fight and even the day he got the Monkey King's staff. But he'd take this strangeness over the alternative 500 times over.

"Excellent," DBK nodded himself, there was a lot of that about. "That seems to have worked out n-"

Everyone paused at a loud grumble echoed the room, all turning to Red Son as he flared up in embarrassment this time.

"Don't look at me like that, we were supposed to eat half an hour ago and I am starving," Red Son grumbled as he sat up, not looking anyone in the eye. "I don't suppose we could. Eat now? Please?"

Despite the situation, MK couldn't help but smile at his pouting.

"I could bring us some food from Pigsy's?" MK offered in an attempt to contribute. Something. "I mean, I know Red likes it and you kinda seemed to like it the one time you tried it and... uh... yeah."

"Actually... I may have eaten seven of them already..." PIF admitted, looking away in embarrassment. "l've tried not to give into the temptation, but your father's noodles from the Food Wars were so... I just can't resist ordering some secretly after 5 or so weeks!"

"So you're the phantom orderer!" MK gasped out in shock, but after a moment he frowned and rubbed the back of his head. He had a bit of an idea. "Well... I could... make some for us instead?" He ammended his offered softly. "I may not make it exactly like Pigsy does, but I can get pretty close as long as you have the ingredients! And you wouldn't have to worry about me going there and coming back! We can eat like. Immediately!"

"I think that sounds acceptable," PIF said with a nod as she stood, but MK could see a bit of excitement sparkling in her usually cold eyes. "Come, Red Son. I need to discuss some upgrades the Bull Clones have been asking for with you. Your father can assist him in the kitchen until we are done."

Red looked over at MK and only stood to follow his mother once he nodded, giving his father a pointed look before exited the room. MK, in the meantime, looking up at DBK with a gulp and followed him as he lead the way toward their kitchen.

It was... well, bigger than he was used to. But pretty normal, regal size and decor aside. And it seemed, once he was given the nod of ok from his host (and wasn't that a bizarre thing, DBK and PIF being his hosts on a home visit to his boyfriend's parents... he was going to need to get used to that) he checked the fridge and counters and found he had just about everything he needed to make what he had in mind.

"Can you teach me how to do that?" DBK asked after a moment, startling MK into nearly dropping the sauce he needed for the broth. "Not the recipe itself, just..." He gestured to the counter. "Red Son has a bit of a proclivity toward cooking and he's been trying to get me involved, but we've never cooked anything like. That."

His words were awkward and stilted, but MK could tell he was trying. The same way he could tell PIF wasn't kidding with her offer. They just seemed to... want to get to know him as a potential... son-in-law... huh.

"Sure, but you're gonna want to shrink down a bit for this."

Lunch turned out amazing and, while awkward (much like most of the day)... it was nice not to have to hide their dating for once. And Red actually seemed pretty happy! Though he learned quickly that the Monkey King was still a bit of an (understandably) sore subject that was best avoided. For now.

Maybe not forever though.

(When PIF very not subtly dropped him and Red Son both off inside Pigsy's Noodles after their lunch, the only response he got was a "oh, so they finally found out huh? Looks like things went well" from Pigsy and Tang. Maybe he wasn't as sneaky as he thought he was...)

#monkie kid #lego monkie kid #gen fic #mk #qi xiaotian #red son #spicynoodleshipping #dbk and pif #pif may be one of least favorite characters in the show for a few reasons #but even she can have good moments in my fics from time to time #crack treated seriously #i love that i can use that tag #ship fic but only just

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enha-woodzies · 4 years ago

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➸ CHAPTER 4 | " BREWING A SCHEME "

starring: enhypen ft. i-land daniel

pairing: jungwon x fem!reader x sunghoon

genres: royal au, romance, angst, slowburn, 18th century setting

word count: 1.5k

taglist: @serendipitysung (betareader) @angeljungwon @en-sun @affectionaterainoflove @renkiv @softforjungwoo @jislix @fluffi @gyeraniee @stxrryemxlys

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The evening was getting more vivacious as several eligibles twirl around the dance floor not once, but multiple times now; some ladies with different men, as some with the same ones they initially danced with.

The young lord with a hearty appetite approaches his best friend who is sitting alone on the large couch by the lobby. “Where’ve you been? I thought you ran away to the garden with some man.” Sunoo softly chuckles as he plops down beside Y/n with a table napkin in hand. The young miss had her head hung low when he approached her so it took him a while to notice her flushed cheeks and soft sniffles.

“Hey there, come now. What's wrong?”

“Am I that unattractive, Sunoo?” The boy gulps down at her when she suddenly turns to him with a frown. His lips form into that of a slight smile as he carries the napkin towards her flushed cheeks, gently wiping off the tears that stream down her face. He swears internally at the thought that someone seemingly insulted her for her insecurities to pop out again. Sunoo could only presume it was his doltish brother’s doing this time.

“Where is this suddenly coming from, Y/n?”

She sniffs heavily. “Jungwon-”

“That dimbo-”

“we were dancing when he said my eyes were beautiful. But it wasn't long until he excused himself, quickly rushed out and disposed of me like an old, useless book lying on the library floor. I'm completely certain I never said anything wrong for him to suddenly act like that.” Sunoo can only sigh in exasperation while rubbing the corseted back of his very dear friend.

“Am I horrifying?” Her bottom lip juts out as she huffs out a long, dragging sigh. Sunoo’s eyebrows furrow in fume.

“Hey, don’t say that! If you are, then Lord Heeseung wouldn’t probably dance with you out there like you’re his coveted treasure. But of course, he looks at every woman he’s ever acquired like that.”

“He was very charming, though. But whoever wants to be another trophy in his snobby rack of possessions anyway?”

“Oh! Every woman in the ton, babe.” The two rolls their eyes and share a teasing laugh afterwards.

“Sorry about my brother. He's just plain stupid.” Sunoo rests his head on the young miss’ lap. Her hand hovers above him as her flimsy fingers softly rake his luscious locks, fingertips gradually glazing his scalp with the softest, careful touch he's ever felt.

“It's so frustrating, you know? He’d look at you with a smile and the next, he frowns. He’d say you're beautiful and the next, he acts like you're hideous. He'd talk to you nicely like he's very fond of you and then in a split second, he shifts into a complete asshole. No offense.”

“Now that's one way to word it! He's got his brain in a rust. Mother would sometimes think about shaking his head to get it up and running.”

“How about we put on a good show?” The two jolt from their seats and quickly turn to the owner of the baritonal voice. Sunoo stands up in a jiff followed by Y/n, as they curtsy in sync. “Your Grace.”

“Please, Lord Sunghoon will do-”

“Your Grace! How lovely, dear, would you be kind enough to grace our floor with your enchanting waltz?"

The three bows affront the Queen who abruptly appears from one of the arched entrances. With a carefully coiffed beehive and shiny Swarovski jewels draping around the updo, Sunoo almost gasps out loud at the stunning sight that is the Queen.

"I’d be happy to oblige, Your Highness." The marquess turns to the young miss with a raised brow. “My lady?”

Y/n’s eyes widens at the sudden request. The Queen looks at her in anticipation. “Oh! Uh.. y-yeah...”

Sunoo subtly nudges her from the back and she was quick enough to clear her throat and redeem herself. “I mean, yes, Your Grace. It’d be a pleasure to dance with you.” She extends her hand for the very fine marquess only to have the back of her palm softly kissed by the ever handsome lad. “The pleasure’s entirely mine, my lady.”

He gently pulls her from her fingers and soon enough, they find themselves dancing alone gracefully on the Royal Court as the ton circles around them with amused whispers and mouths ajar, caught in the depths of such awestruck sight.

The lad has his hand resting politely on the slightly arched back of the lass, with the other hand carefully gripping hers as they sway and twirl in elegant motions along the grand tune from the pianoforte. With a close-hold stance, it is without a doubt that the two can feel each other's breaths of tension and agitation.

“Are you okay? You're downright flushed, it's starting to concern me. Is it perhaps the corset you're wearing?” Sunghoon whispers against the space almost enclosing them. She fixes her gaze upon the mole on his nose bridge and wonders how someone can possibly look this ethereal even with all these on random parts of the face.

“Miss Park,” He steals her attention from the pretty dots on his magnificent face that resulted in her now fixing her gaze upon the marquess’ eye-piercing stare. “are you alright?”

“Uh-huh.” She smiles naturally as if she didn't almost gag from anxiety a few moments ago. Despite the obvious lie, the young miss earns a soft chuckle from the gentleman. “They don't call me the lie-detector for nothing, Miss Park. Your shaky breaths against my presence is enough proof that you're not at ease. Might I add, you cannot even look straight into my eyes for more than three seconds.” He chuckles lightly.

“It's just… I’m just…” She shudders.

“Let's go get some air now, shall we?” It was very timely that the music ended when the marquess suggested a change of scenery. The crowd applauded at the spectacular performance the two had put on and it wasn't for long when everyone joined in the center of the hall to dance once more.

His other hand steadies on Y/n’s back while the other is holding her hand as he carefully avoids the ton's eyes. The ton swarms the floor and Sunghoon takes it as a perfect timing to sneak out the royal court and out in the open.

What they didn't know is that one person caught them; and he was just standing at the very corner of the room cautiously eyeing them the entire time with an obnoxious, deafening regret swallowing him from his gut.

Under the incandescent gleam of the chandeliers stands Yang Jungwon, a boy who just had his heart crushed by the mere sight of torture for his soul and a brainrotting guilt for giving away the woman to not just an apparent threat with a face that screams trouble, but to an all-knowing, remarkable snake who perfectly knows how to play his cards right.

The moment they step foot on the grassy lawn across the royal staircase, the two continuously huff out exhales of reliefs and share a rather boisterous laugh afterwards.

“Didn't think we'd get past them, did you?” Sunghoon, with both hands on his waist, huffs out shaky breaths while looking at the almost helpless miss who’s now wiping her forehead with the back of her thumb.

Sunghoon fishes out a small piece of cloth from his pocket and walks closer Y/n leaving the two a tiny gap of distance. “May I?” He offers to which Y/n responds with a light nod. He gently taps her forehead from the sweat of anxiousness and the sneaking out they did a while back.

“Are you sure you're okay?” He twitches his head to get a good view of her face and before he knew it, he was locking his eyes on hers.

“Forgive me, it's just, your eyes, they're... divine. I’m completely charmed.” Y/n blinks twice at the pithy remark from the favorable marquess. Almost all thoughts of her dearest lord vanished at that striking remark from another fine nobleman.

“I meant what I said earlier,” Y/n’s brows furrowed in confusion. “the idea of putting on a good show?”

“I thought we just did?” She questions.

“Not the dance. I meant we should play pretend. Only if you wish to, of course.”

“Pardon me, Your Grace, but I don't think I’m catching up.”

Sunghoon almost sighs in frustration but quickly stifles it with a chuckle. “Forgive me for eavesdropping back there but I couldn't help myself. A chap gave you a heartbreak?”

“A longtime crush that I couldn't ever acquire attention from let alone a good moment.” Sunghoon lets out an amused smile with a jerked brow.

“Let's play a game.” He snaps. “Two witches brew a scheme to make the perfect concoction of envy. Whoever indulges the contents will either conceal their long-hidden truth, or swallow it down until all there's left is nothing but void. What do you say?” Sunghoon playfully smirks at the young miss who seems very impressed with the whole ploy.

“I’d say cheers to that!”

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cheri-translates · 4 years ago

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[CN] Victor’s Night Dream Date (Eng Translation)

🍒 Warning: This post contains detailed spoilers for a date which has not been released in English servers! 🍒

Disney Dates Collection: Gavin // Kiro // Lucien

The date begins with MC in another city to attend a Film and Television Culture Summit

She hasn’t had the time to look around the city

A random woman who got along pretty well with MC during the Summit starts advertising for Disney:

Woman: Want to go to the famous amusement park? No matter who you are, you can find your own form of happiness there.

MC refuses because she finds it too lonesome to go on her own

The woman responds by pointing at Victor who's standing at a corner

Woman: Don’t you have someone with you?

After the meeting has ended, Victor finally has a rare moment of leisure.

MC: Would Victor really be willing to accompany me?

I lower my head and mutter softly, not noticing that Victor has already walked over to my side.

Victor: What are you mumbling about again?

While I was originally hesitant to ask, I decide to give it a try after meeting his eyes.

MC: Victor, do you want to...

Victor: Do you want to go to the amusement park?

MC: Eh?

Victor: I guessed you would be interested.

MC: Mm! I’m going, I’m going!

I hurriedly nod, as though afraid he would change his mind. I pull him and we leave the venue.

Victor: What’s the rush?

MC: This is such a rare chance, of course we have to grasp it. Also, we don’t know how long we’d get to play since a lot of the incredible attractions would have pretty lengthy queues at this time. Basically - every second counts! Let’s go, let’s go!

By the time they reach the amusement park, it’s already sunset

It’s completely empty apart from a few staff members

MC wonders if the park has already closed, but Victor just holds her hand and walks to the entrance

Ticketing staff: Welcome! This is an amusement park handbook specially created for you. We hope you can enjoy today’s dream journey to your heart’s content!

Upon seeing us, the ticketing staff enthusiastically greets us and allows us to enter the park. He also gives me an amusement park handbook.

Before I can make sense of what’s happening, a line of staff members walk towards us with an enthusiastic welcome.

Before the last staff member leaves, he even helps me put on a delicate necklace with a heart-shaped pendant.

As far as I can tell, the two of us are the only visitors in the entire park.

The attractions, which always have long queues of visitors, are now waiting for us to enter and experience.

MC: Am I dreaming?!

With a bend of his finger, Victor flicks my forehead gently.

Victor: Does it hurt?

I cover my forehead and give it a rub.

MC: So it isn’t a dream! But there isn’t a single person here at this time... is there a special activity today?

Victor: I rented the park.

The way Victor casually mentions this fact leaves me with no idea how to react. I’m frozen to the spot.

Victor: Didn’t you say that the amusement park is very interesting, and that you wanted to play? Since we’re already here, why not ride your favourite attractions instead of standing dumbfounded? Who was the one who just said that every second counts?

MC: You’re not wrong to say that... but this is too sudden, and since we don’t have to queue, I really don’t know where to start...

Victor: Dummy. There’s still a lot of time, so you can decide slowly.

My mind still blank, I open the amusement park handbook to decide on a route.

The handbook has meticulously marked out a suggested route. There is a strange sentence on the title page --

“The key to entering the dream is in the hand of the dragon. Adventurers who dare to embark on this journey may even find the dragon’s lost treasure.”

MC: Eh? Did you plan this?

Victor leans over to look at the handbook in my hands, then thinks for a moment.

Victor: No. But the staff confirmed the prize for this small game with me beforehand.

Hearing this, my interest is piqued.

MC: Does this mean you’re the “dragon” in the handbook?

Even though the “evil dragon” is Victor, I, as the “Adventurer”, will do my best to see what exactly awaits.

MC: I won’t be soft-handed. I’ll definitely find that treasure!

Victor: ...

Victor looks at me resignedly, as though he wants to say something. In the end, he actually doesn’t call me “childish”.

Victor: Since I've already brought you here, you can do what you want.

The first place marked on the handbook is the Fountain Square

The hint: “Touch the stars and follow the river of light to take the first step.”

MC decides to walk through the water columns (the ones that spray water from the ground every few seconds) since they reflect light

MC finds a box

When she tries to go back, she realises the water columns have become more difficult to avoid

She almost gets hit by a water column and Victor steps in, taking her wrist and leading her out of the Fountain Square

Victor: Where else have you gotten wet?

Victor helps me tuck damp hair behind my hair, then signals to me to take off my drenched coat.

He’s always so prepared and at ease.

Since this is an amusement park, can I do things that I wouldn't normally do?

Emboldened for some unknown reason, I shake my head with force. As expected, water droplets splash onto Victor.

Victor: You...?

MC: This is an amusement park. You’re not allowed to say that I’m childish. You’re also not allowed to say that I'm a dummy after I've been serious with my work and learnt a lot over the past few days. Rest and relaxation are necessities for a human.

Without waiting for Victor to speak, I’ve already spouted a ton of odd logic in a single breath.

He watches me with knitted brows. After a long time, his expression smoothens slightly.

Victor: Sophistry.

Even though he says this, the corners of his mouth are curled upwards more than usual.

Opening the box, MC finds the next hint: “To ensure your safety, bring a present to meet the dragon.”

While MC is wondering where to get the gift, she spots a smaller hint: “I’m definitely not telling you that the present is in the souvenir shop at the next spot!”

In the souvenir shop, MC is struggling to figure out what she should get

She suddenly recalls the Donald Duck doll she bought a few days ago - she has been bringing it around because his expression looks exactly the same as Victor’s -

Eyebrows furrowed, but with an incredibly tender gaze and touch.

MC is about to hand the doll over to him but hesitates.

MC: I predict that you’re going to call me childish again...

I mutter softly, wanting to retract my hand.

With a gentle laugh, Victor takes the doll from me.

Victor: It suits you more.

He hooks the doll onto my bag. Even though he didn’t directly accept the gift, the smile on his lips is obvious.

Perhaps due to the unique magic of the amusement park, everyone is able to immerse in its gentle, lively atmosphere.

Come to think of it, even though Victor doesn’t look like he suits an amusement park, he has already cooperated with my “childishness” from the start.

Victor: Look around more carefully?

He points to the merchandise shelf at the side. With this, I realise that next to the dolls, there is a card, as well as a box the shape of a golden apple.

MC retrieves the card. In the golden apple box, there’s:

MC: Pudding?

Whether it was intentional or unintentional by the staff, this “meeting gift” is the thing that best hooks the sweetness in my heart.

Victor: If you like it, eat it. It’s fine with me.

Guessing my thoughts, Victor releases an amused breath.

MC: What about the gift for the dragon?

He points at the doll from just now.

Victor: This is enough.

I relax, using the spoon to give it a try.

The pudding is silky and tender, drizzled with just the right amount of sweet caramel. Coupled with the unique golden apple packaging, it is very delicious.

MC: Even though your pudding is number one in my heart, this one is not bad... it tastes very good! Do you want to try?

I ask with a smile, taking another scoop.

Victor holds my wrist lightly, leans over, and brings the spoon into his mouth.

Before the sudden heat from my wrist dissipates, the spoon trembles slightly.

Eyes half-lidded, his eyelashes cast a faint shadow.

I watch as he opens his mouth slightly, holding onto the spoon.

For some reason, watching his bobbing Adam’s apple makes my face turn red involuntarily.

Even though we aren’t standing very close, the surrounding air turns hot and dry.

I tear my eyes away and force myself to think about something else.

MC suddenly has a realisation

If I’m the “Adventurer” who is supposed to challenge the dragon, why has Victor been by my side all this time, even giving me hints from time to time?

Aside from containing a new clue, the small words on the card in my hand seem to be giving me a hint.

“The mighty black dragon’s most prized possession is perhaps not the golden treasure, but the thing he cherishes the most in life.”

Victor: What’s wrong? Have you thought of something?

I can only blink, continuing to share the pudding in my hand with him.

MC: Shall we go to the next location?

Even though I have a rough guess, I decide to wait till I’m more certain before telling him.

This guess makes me feel as though the temperature has risen by several degrees.

The final location is the Ferris wheel, which is lit up but not moving

The hint is: “Under the rotation of time is the treasure trove of the immortal black dragon.”

There’s a locked fence separating them from the Ferris wheel, but MC is unable to find the key

MC: I’ve lost this time, Mr Evil Dragon. Looks like I won’t be getting your treasure.

I pretend to pat Victor “magnanimously”, a sense of disappointment in my heart.

It’s so rare that we get to come to the amusement park together. I wanted to have a complete experience with him.

Victor laughs softly.

Victor: Dummy.

Victor comes closer to me, His forefinger, which has a temperature slightly higher than mine, trails along my collarbone and hooks the necklace the staff member had helped me put on just now.

He flicks the pendant gently. With a soft click, the pendant opens.

In it, there’s a small golden key.

MC: This is...

He hands the key to me.

Victor: To make things equal, I should give this to you.

The doll he hooked onto my bag earlier swings along with our movements, as though expressing its excitement and blessings in its own way.

The small golden key glistens faintly in my hand.

“The key to entering the dream is in the hand of the dragon.”

So this is what the handbook means.

With the final obstruction removed by the small golden key, the treasure is closer than ever before.

The Ferris wheel plays lively music and begins moving.

Victor: Not bad.

Victor pulls the door to the Ferris wheel open, and does a gesture of invitation.

The lights that are more beautiful than a dream, the gradually ascending Ferris wheel, and the final treasure box paint a full-stop on today.

MC: Is this the treasure?

I look at Victor. He simply lifts his chin, signalling that I should open the box.

An adorable doll sits obediently inside it. There’s also an invitation card which reads: This is an invitation to Miss MC to enjoy tonight’s firework display, specially customised for you.

The small font at the bottom leaves me feeling slightly confused.

“The Brave One has not yet appeared. The treasure is once again under the dragon’s wing: The end of the dream is a new beginning.”

MC: “The Brave One has not yet appeared”?

These two short sentences are the answers to the guess I had before.

If I’m not the Adventurer...

If my appearance has made the treasure return to the dragon’s nest once again...

And since the key has always been with me from the start...

MC: If I’m not overthinking all of this, could the dragon’s treasure be...?

I hold onto the invitation card, unsure if I should ask.

Victor doesn’t say a word, and seems to be waiting for me.

MC: Did someone tell you about this game?

Victor: Yes.

MC: You also know the final prize.

Victor: You’re right.

MC: So the “treasure”...

Victor: Is the dummy who walked right into the trap.

In a moment, his breath invades my senses.

The Ferris wheel gradually makes its ascent, and the firework display is about to begin.

The steady movement of the capsule brings us to the border between reality and fantasy, and we enter a most magnificent dream.

At the highest point, we don’t welcome the descent.

The Ferris wheel halts where the scenery is the most vast, and is facing the nearby castle.

Our eyes soak in the night colours of the entire amusement park.

The fireworks are like shooting stars, blooming around us, dyeing the sky in dazzling colours.

I hold the doll up, putting it close to Victor’s ear.

MC: I’ve been found by the two of you! Thank you~ MC wants me to tell you that she hopes you can find eternal happiness!

Victor: That’s all you want to say to me?

I put the doll down. Although I feel slightly shy, I try my best to look at him seriously.

The night colours in his eyes are a hundred times deeper and more magnificent.

MC: Thank you. I’m really very happy today. I hope I never have to wake up from this dream.

He releases a light breath. He shifts the doll away slightly, and hugs me more tightly.

Victor: Didn’t you already confirm earlier that this isn’t a dream?

MC: I want to do something for you, and hope that today is a very happy day for you too.

I give my entire focus to Victor, wrapping my arms around his neck.

MC: Even if it’s just by a little bit, I want to increase your happiness meter.

My voice is very soft, and I’m not even sure if he can hear me.

Victor: I already have everything I want.

His silhouette looks especially tender under the sparkling lights.

The midnight bell sounds, but the magic does not disappear. Everything in our surroundings halt.

We’re the only ones left in the entire world.

Victor tugs my hand lightly towards him, and plants a kiss on the back of it.

This light touch is akin to a burning seal.

I seem to have forgotten how to breathe.

Victor: You’re really a dummy.

He laughs, his warm breath brushing my fingers.

In the next second, the soft touch is on my joints, between my fingers.

The only thing I can see and think of are his eyes - they are calm, yet contain a faint flow of emotions.

The black dragon protecting its treasure since the beginning of time, and who has left a mark on my soul, is the most important person to me.

This amusement park, where all fantasies are allowed and fulfilled, weave the most romantic magic to all who visit.

Victor’s Post: Looks like a certain person is very satisfied with this trip to the amusement park.

MC: You were very happy too!

Victor: I don’t deny that.

Victor’s Post: Looks like a certain person is very satisfied with this trip to the amusement park.

MC: If there’s a chance next time, we have to come back again!

Victor: There will be many chances - it depends on your performance.

Victor’s Post: Looks like a certain person is very satisfied with this trip to the amusement park.

MC: Satisfied! Very satisfied! What about you?

Victor: Seeing you running here and there was quite interesting.

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heliosthegriffin · 4 years ago

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Infernis Dominus

An aged Cardin Winchester walks down the halls into a well decorated throne room.

The years had been good to him, the graying in his hair natural and he supported a mighty mustache and mutton chops, and even in his more advanced years he still looked as formidable as he did in his prime.

Whether it was due to his aura control, a healthy life style, or duty he was driven by, was impossible to be told and did not matter as he was as well mentally as he was physically. He would continue to serve.

He took to one knee in a bow before a marble and golden throne that was draped in blue tapestry with a pair of golden arcs in the center.

At the center of the throne was a enigma of a man, one who was both boyish, but clearly a man, young but showed age with the strands silver hairs in his golden hair and the laugh lines on his face, blues eyes that carried playful energy and harsh weight, a body that was built to destroy that was covered by heavy armor and held a dreadful sword at his side, but he carried himself with an aura of peace and warmth. Divine, but clearly a Man.

This is Jaune Arc, Lord of the Arc Covenant, Paragon of War, and Master of Conquest.

“My friend, why do you bow? It is only the two of us here.”

Cardin rose up on his feet, and waved off his comrade. “Paah, even if it is only us two I pay my respects to my superiors, circumstance must not be forgotten, otherwise discipline dies and chaos reigns.” Jaune raised a brow. “Hmm, I suppose, but I think its the stick up your ass.”

“If it’d keep you from slouching so much, I’d shove a log up yours.”

Jaune feigned pain. “Oh, such immodesty, is that anyway to speak to your king!”

“If I didn’t know you spent you’re free time in your harem chamber, or playing with those miscreants street rats you’ve taken in, I’d almost pretend to believe you.”

Jaune smirked at him. “To be fair, my wives have taken a quite the likening to them, and my brood has practically adopted them.”

Cardin shook his head in good-nature. “Oh, how are we suppose to remove you from your chambers now.”

“I suppose I shall have to move my throne in there.”

Both men then shared a laugh.

Jaune wiped a tear from his eyes. “How goes Carmine?”

“Oh, you know we’re in a stable, happy, monogamous marriage. No drama, no sleeping order, and no random bastards either.”

“Pfff, I bet you two have great sex too.”

A doopey smile ran across Cardin’s face. “Very.”

Jaune barked out a laugh.

“Anyway, she’s happy, we’ve got a grandchild on the way soon, so she’s practically move into our’s son’s house, and using her semblance to knit everything, and has more or less got our daughter in law on house arrest.”

Jaune rolled his eyes. “That sounds like Carmine.”

“So how goes you harem, every man’s dream or so they say.”

Jaune sunk into his throne. “Exhausting, I should have never gone above six, but like an idiot I married twelve!” A wide smile broke across his face, and he opened his hand revealing a white orb of aura, where a dozen faces could be spied within. “Its damn tiring keeping up with them, trying to keep track of the hierarchy, and if it’s not a damn orgy to keep them all satisfied, it’s who gets to sleep with who. Sometimes though I have to man up and lay down the law, because at the end of the day I run this show, whether I like it or not.”

He forms another orb of aura, and another till he had twelve floating orbs, each showing a face of one of his wives as he watched them through his aura.

“I soul-bounded each one to each other and myself, I wanted them to know how honest I was about how they had a place in my heart.” With a wave of his hands the orbs shaped together to form a heart with each woman forming a piece of it. He rested a hand under his chin as he look at them. “I have to stop myself from having doubts sometimes, as they can feel it and I don’t want to worry them.”

He pulled the heart towards himself and held it between his hands. He looked at the many loves of his life. “I wouldn’t trade anyone of them,” He crushed the heart between his hands, the last look Cardin got his friends wives was a look of contentment and peace as a wave of aura washed over them.

Jaune then look at Cardin.

“So what do you have for me today? Any news about the battle front?”

Cardin then sighed. “About that, we won.”

Jaune raise a brow. “Excuse me?”

“We have done it, all land on Remnant, all known land in system as been taken by you, Sir. That was actually the reason I come to visit you today.”

“I thought you wished to converse with a long-time friend.”

“That too, anyway we’ve repelled the Grimm, and surrounded the Pools of Darkness with kill nests, any Primordial Grimm have either gone into hiding and we can kill at our leisure, or have been exterminated, the last of the planets in our system have sworn under your leadership, and finally we repelled any attempts by the Brothers and they’re minions to renter the system, not that they’ve tried very hard since you chased them off.”

Jaune smirked and thumbed his sword. “Shame, I was hoping to kill a god.”

“So, I’ve come to ask what next?”

Jaune put his hands on his sword and thought for a moment, looking out at his stain glass windows.

Cardin watch his friend with slight worry.

Ever since they met at the academy over fifty years ago, Jaune’s desire to make the world a better place and to be a hero had guided him. It’s what won Cardin and so many others over, what made him put together a militia when they found evidence of the councils corruption, what put him as the King of Vale, what made him go to war with Atlas and Mistral over the treatment of Faunus, why he put the world under his banner, why he absorbed the relics and dominated their spirits, why he killed the undying witch and put to rest the old wizard, and why he took over the solar system and cast out the gods in a duel.

What would they do with all the power in not only the world, but the solar system.

“Well, I suppose we need to make sure we can hold our territory, make sure we keep the world healthy, make sure that the other planets get along properly, and keep our strength up. Never know when the brothers or some-other gods out there will want some new ‘Congregation’. But, otherwise? I cannot say yet, for I have a pestering idea that I have yet to outline.”

“As you will it then, I shall have it done.”

“As you will then. By the way, come by again soon.”

Cardin nodded. “With Pleasure.”

“No, no, no, I’m going with pleasure!” Then Jaune walked off his throne and into his chambers. “It helps clear my mind.”

Cardin rolled his eyes. “Sure it does.”

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Fifteen Years later---

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Cardin had grown slightly older, but other wise looked the same.

He was looking over piles of documents with his friends and colleagues, Lie Ren and Sun Wukong. Both of them having aged quite well, with Sun looking in his mid forties and Ren hardly touching thirty.

The doors were flung open, a wind knocking all their papers over, as Jaune strode in a broad smile on his face, still hardly having aged at all.

“Friends and Allies, I have decied our next step!”

Ren carefully rose from his seat. “What might that be?”

Jaune ripped Crocea Rexus from his sheath. “I’m glad you asked, we’re conquering hell! For too long have gods unworthy of our faith had control of our souls, no longer! We will liberate them and allow them salvation!”

Sun started clapping. “Yeah lets do this!”

Cardin raised a greying eye brow. “How might we do this though?”

“Oh ho hoh! I’ve been practicing for this question, for the last decade I have been experimenting with dimensional and spiritual barriers, and I have found I can cut them, like this!”

Jaune then took a slash at empty air causing it to twist and contort as space itself was destroyed leaving a hellish red light to fill the room, a large red hand then reach through and pulled itself out.

A gigantic demon emerged.

It then fell in half as Jaune resheathed his sword.

“Pesky creatures they are, so you boys in? I already got my militia going with me.”

Ren shook his head. “Jaune you don’t have to form a militia every time you want to overthrow something. You’re literally the king of the solar system, you have an army at your beck and call.”

“I do If I want to keep favor with the people, and honestly it’s more fun that way.”

Ren sighed in annoyance.

Cardin then got up and called his wife. “Yeah, It’s Jaune. Yep it’s a crusade, Hell, this time. I’ll be back alive or you’ll kick my ass, love you too.”

“I take you’re all accepting?”

“You know it!”

“Someone has to keep you in line.”

“What he said.”

Jaune then raise his sword and rushed into Hell, his Militia outside following as he screamed. “Glorious!”

AN: I am so annoyed, this is second time I had to write this because the first time I wrote it, It got deleted because I had accidentally hit the inspect button and it all went down the pipe.

#Jaune Arc #Cardin Winchester

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hydra-collector · 5 years ago

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Ripped Apart

AO3

Pairings: Intrulogical

Characters: Logan Sanders, Remus Sanders (all other sides mentioned)

TW: self-harm, suicidal thoughts, ocean creatures, gore/body horror (referenced, doesn’t actually happen), cursing

Words: 1,844

Summary: Remus gets much-needed comfort.

Note: Takes place roughly after POF.

Bite your tongue.

He felt the muscle conform to his teeth.

Harder.

Bite it off.

Don’t.

Do it.

He bit until it bled, but not hard enough.

Please bite it off.

He would just cut. He wouldn’t have to think about this anymore. He’d forget. Healthy- healthier distractions.

He knew what he was. He knew he was self-destructive, unhealthy, depressed, even dying if you were to count where his thoughts had been going lately.

Just cut and it’ll go away.

What will? There’s the chance cutting would make him want to-

Cut your arms off.

No. He wasn’t going to do that.

You should.

He would bleed out and die, probably.

Then do that.

Just fucking cut.

That voice was constantly pestering him. Remus didn’t mind the intrusive thoughts, sexual jokes, murder, other people’s gore… none of it bothered him. But a while ago the thoughts of killing and hurting and dismemberment had begun being directed at himself. He hated it. He hated himself. What a disgusting being he was. The only way to make them stop was to give in. At least a little.

The blood that came was comforting. It felt humanizing, and reminded him his veins were still pumping. He was still alive.

It was grounding, but also saddening to some extent. He felt like this giant piece of shit that hurt anyone he touched. Part of him was so glad to be in this exhilarating whirlwind called life, no matter how hated he was, but the other part wanted it to end. He never knew if it was selfish or not. Sometimes he wanted so badly to fuck up his relationships with all his friends, if they even considered him a friend, and just erase himself from Thomas’s mind. Sometimes he felt trapped. Thomas never let his ideas free into the world. What was the point of Remus existing at all if he wasn’t going to be used to better Thomas’s content?

Was that his problem? Did he think Thomas was the problem and it was really him?

He sighed and set the razor aside for a moment.

Tell someone if you’re not going to rip out your internal organs.

Who could he tell?

Remus was still scared that Janus despised him, and he was never good with emotions anyway. He supposed he could talk to Virgil. But he’d left the dark sides. Why would he want to talk to either of them? Especially about sensitive topics. Patton was empathetic and theoretically would be good to talk to, but he’d hurt him. He hated intrusive thoughts, why would he want to talk to the embodiment of it? And there was no way he was going to talk to Roman.

Logan?

Logan, he was pretty sure, didn’t hate him. Rather, they’d talked before Remus’s first appearance and now could probably consider themselves friends. He knew Logan (even though he did shove teeth up his nose) and Logan talked to him. By choice.

He kind of liked Logan.

A lot.

Maybe too much.

He was the only side that Remus could give something the others thought disgusting, weird or creepy, and care about it. Talk about it. He’d even invited Remus to join in some chemistry once, (it did not go well; that did not happen again) and dissected all the dead animals he found. They talked about things the other sides wouldn’t dream of thinking about. And Remus loved science, especially about living things, because there were new, weird things always being discovered. The deep sea is full of wonders like squids and octopi, huge whales, tiny things, so many different species.

Just cut a little more. Then you can see Logan. He’ll help.

Will he?

“Logie! Teach me how to feel like a human again!”

He bounced his steps into the hall, Logan seemingly off to do work.

“You’re not a human, Remus.”

“I felt like one before, though.”

“Why not ask Patton for assistance? He’s much more well-versed in emotions than I am.”

“You’re the only one that likes me.”

“I doubt that’s true. Sure, the other sides may dislike your rather random thoughts, but why would that give them reason to dislike you? You’re a wonderful side.”

“That’s probably not true. No offense to you. I was hoping to find someone to stop me, but you don’t have to. I might cut off my arms and bite out my tongue. Ooh! Or blow up my legs! How long would it take for all of that to kill me?” He smiled a twisted, tortured smile, digging his long fingernails deep into his palms.

“Remus, are you alright? Would you like to sit down? I can get you anything you need, you seem like you could use it. Anything, I can help.”

“Logan, I haven’t been okay for months. Years? Probably my entire life.”

“Please, come sit down.”

Logan led him, hand on his back, to his room, walls blue and books stacked neatly in rows. He pushed aside his laptop from his bed to sit Remus down.

“Ooh, does the nerd wanna fuck?”

“Remus, I need you to be at least semi-serious right now. Did anything specific happen to make you feel like this? Are there any other notable emotions I should be aware of? And what can I do to help?”

“I’ve been depressed for,” he counted on his fingers, “I don’t know how long, but a while!” He said this far too cheerily.

“Okay, that does not sound good. Why did you tell me now?”

“I decided I either give in and destroy myself and wait to die or tell someone. I figured I can do it anyway after I’ve told someone, so I might as well. Ooh, should I write a note?” He grinned at Logan, beginning to scratch at his hands and arms.

“Remus,” he took the creative side’s hands in his own to prevent further scratching, “don’t write a note, don’t kill yourself. It is illogical to take away a part of Thomas’s personality, no matter how inessential you may think you are.”

“I don’t want to, but I have to. Everyone will stop being miserable because of me, I’ll stop being miserable because of me, I’m sure as hell not gonna be missed-”

Logan pulled their hands up to his face, making the impulsive decision and kissing the dark side’s knuckles lightly.

“I’d miss you.”

Remus gazed upwards, surprised. Logan retracted his hands from Remus’s.

“I apologize,” he still didn’t let go of his friend’s hands, “that was unnecessarily intimate.”

Logan could swear Remus’s eyes sparkled.

“No, it was okay. I don’t think anyone’s… ever done something like that.”

“Would more physical affection help with your mental state? If so, I shall provide it.”

Both were desperate for it.

Remus nodded and Logan sat next to him, at first giving an awkward hug, but soon the two moved to lean against the wall and grew more comfortable, supporting each other’s weight.

“I’m bleeding.”

“Remus, did you-”

Before he could even finish his question, Remus’s sleeves were pulled up, smearing the blood still oozing out of the fresh wounds.

“I love them. They’re so pretty. They’re dark and warm and satisfying and I don’t have to chop off my limbs-”

He had a visible reaction to thinking about it again, hitting his head with his now bloody hands.

“Why do I remind myself-”

Logan took Remus’s hands again, keeping them away from his head, as well as each other, in case he started scratching himself again. It hurt him to see him like this. He waited a moment until he was fairly sure Remus could sit for a bit without hurting himself, left to wet a washcloth from the bathroom and brought in the First Aid kit.

“I wanna see them though.”

“Remus, let me. They’ll get infected.”

“Even more fun!”

“Remus, no.”

“Remus yes.”

“What?”

“Didn’t expect you to understand that.”

“Are you going to let me clean those?”

“Can I make more after?”

“No, this is incredibly unhealthy. On quite a few levels. Not only does self-harm directly impair your physical health, but additionally indirectly affects physical health by worsening your mental health, which is probably the worst effect.”

“They make me feel better though. And stop me from dying. Even if cutting technically hurts me, it’s probably keeping me alive.”

“It’s not a healthy coping mechanism. At some point it won’t be enough.”

“It’s enough now.”

“Like Janus said, don’t wait until you’re having a mental breakdown- or in your case, once you’re about to die- to take care of yourself. It only ends in misery, Remus.”

Logan only just realized how close the two of them were. He’d leaned forward, hands on Remus’s upper arms, holding the two of them too close for normal comfort. But right now it was oddly okay. He could feel Remus’s breathing on his face, irregular and nearing sobs. He should give him room to cry, but he’d grabbed onto Logan as well, so apparently didn’t want to.

“I already hurt so bad, why do I want more of it?”

Remus sniffed before burying his face into Logan’s shoulder and letting his tears flow into the black polo.

“Please hug me. Or clean them. It doesn’t matter. Just touch me. And in a non-sexual way, for once.”

Logan took his chance to gently wash the cuts with his rag. Remus continued crying while he applied the antibiotics and wrapped gauze firmly around his arms. Remus cried when he was done, falling on his chest with enough force that he ended up on his back, surprised. He adjusted this position so it was comfortable for the two of them, leaning against pillows he moved next to the wall.

He rubbed Remus’s back and upper arms, shoulders, held his hands, squeezed his torso, hoping it was helping. Remus turned his head and opened his eyes, which had at last stopped crying. He stared at Logan, maybe a bit too long.

“Am I doing something wrong?”

“No.”

Remus contemplated for a moment, then decided to say it, grinning widely.

“Can I kiss you?”

“W-what?” His cheeks turned red.

“Can I kiss you? I don’t have to.”

Logan thought for a moment, looking at Remus’s face, then slowly nodded.

He held Logan’s face with his hands and kissed him softly, causing him to get even redder.

“I did not expect that.”

“What?”

“It was remarkably… unlike you.”

“Want another more like me, Lo?”

“I hesitate to ask what that would be like.”

Remus grinned. Less pronounced than the previous ones of the day, but it was more real and meant so much more than those had. It lifted Logan’s heart a little.

“Are you feeling a little better now, Remus?”

“I don’t really wanna die anymore, so probably.”

It was a massive relief to Logan to hear that. He started smiling, which Remus smiled back to.

Logan, after some silence, kissed him on the forehead. He held him as long as he could.

Remus needed every second.

#sanders sides #sanders sides fanfiction #remus sanders #logan sanders #intrulogical #ts remus #ts logan #ts remus angst #remus angst #remus sanders angst #tw ocean #tw gore #tw body horror #tw self harm #tw sucidal ideation #tw suicidal thoughts #tw cussing #grays fics

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thestarsociety · 4 years ago

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hey there, hero

Rating: T

Word count: 4.5k

Content warnings: mild blood/injury, likely inaccurate medical procedures

Summary: five times kira greeted bella, and one time bella greeted her back.

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Bella pulled at the edge of her gloves, adjusting her stance on the roof as she observed the Citadel Solutions complex down below. It was walled (which, really, was no surprise, considering the name), but she had found a spot on a building high enough up that she could watch.

Something was happening in there. She knew it.

She had forgone her usual bright blue and yellow attire for a mostly black outfit. After all, Blink, local hero and above-the-board actor, couldn't be caught here. But, Bella was fairly certain she could get in easily with some well-timed teleports. She had a labcoat stashed in her bag that was at least somewhat similar to the garb of the engineers inside. Similar enough, she hoped, that they would let her pass by, once she was in.

She'd spent this stakeout watching the movements in and out, trying to time her entrance so she could get in with the least fuss. She was almost sure she had it. She took a deep breath, and repeated the plan like a mantra. Get in, find what they're up to, disappear. You can do this. You can do this. You can do th—

Boots touched down onto the roof behind her.

"Hey there, hero. What brings you to this fine rooftop?"

Bella startled, instinctively teleporting behind the newcomer. "Wh– who– how did you know I was here?"

The newcomer spun around to face her, tilting her head slightly and crossing her arms. She was slightly taller than Blink, and wearing a sort of armored suit. A hard shell mask covered the bottom half of her face, but her dark eyes were amused. She had warm brown skin, and thick wavy hair that fell past her shoulders, just above the backpack she seemed to be wearing.

Most eye-catching, however, were her gauntlets. They were bulky, covering her entire forearm, and when she moved her hand, Bella could hear the whine of motors.

In short: definitely dangerous.

"Hey, whoah, no need to break out the powers," she said, wiggling her fingers slightly. The motors whined. Bella swallowed. "Anyway, I asked first. So." She stepped towards Bella. "Why are you here?" The mirth drained out of her voice, replaced by a steely seriousness.

"Ah..." Blink floundered for a second. "Just... came up to enjoy the view," she said. It was... a plausible excuse. It wasn't like nobody had ever spent time on top of a building for a view before.

The stranger just looked even more amused. "You sure? 'Cause the locked door would say otherwise," she said, cocking her head towards the door which did, in fact, read "NO EXIT/ENTRY" in large red letters.

"Euhh..." Bella clenched and unclenched her fingers. Purple sparks began to accumulate, swirling around her feet. "I..."

There was a snap, and Bella fell onto her bed.

Quinn spun around from where he was sitting in her chair, a red lollipop in his mouth. "Oh, you're back early. How'd it go?"

Bella covered her face with her hands and groaned.

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Fighting has never been Bella's strong suit.

She'd gotten better at it, sure, thanks to experience and sparring with Quinn. Her battle strategy didn’t consist of "teleport away from punches and hope for the best” anymore. But she still didn’t like it.

Case in point, feeling like she's totally floundering as she tried to fight a dozen robot drones. She elbowed one that approached behind her, then teleported three feet above one in front of her, letting gravity (and her steel-toed boots) do the work for her. She got into the rhythm of it, kicks and punches and smartly-timed teleports becoming a dance that she weaves and bobs to.

However, she's not a fighter, and when fighting on a rooftop, it turns out that drones sometimes do have a strategy.

Corner her towards the edge of the building.

Every time she tried to fight her way away from the edge, the bots herded her towards it. What they lacked in individual power they made up for in combined might.

Then, the worst happened.

She tripped.

Her scream lodged in her throat as she fell though the air towards the hard ground below. Wind whipped around her, hair flipping into her eyes as she frantically tried to gather her powers, visualizing somewhere safe and grounded and––

The momentum around her stopped as Bella was slammed into by someone flying through the air. Arms circled her knees and back and Bella opened her eyes to see––

Her.

The girl bridal-carrying her grinned, the edges of her dark eyes crinkling. "Well hey there, hero," she said. "Hold onto me. Don't want to drop you." Bella looped her arms around her neck and dared a look down at the ground below. They were. High up. So she kept her gaze on her unlikely savior.

"Why did you—"

"I'm a hero," she said easily. "Heroes don't let pretty girls fall off rooftops." She glanced down at Blink. "Uh, and if they did, they would catch them out of the air."

Bella's breath hitched. Her face flushed, and she was silently happy that her mask covered her cheeks. "Thanks," she mumbled, averting her eyes from her savior's face.

"Your ears are red." Bella could hear the stupid smirk on her face. "Let's get you on solid ground, shall we?"

Before Bella could say anything in reply, the stranger boosted whatever mechanism made her fly, and the wind whipped even faster. Bella buried her head in her shoulder.

When they landed and brushed themselves off, the armored girl turned to Blink. "I feel like we got off on the wrong foot." She extended a hand. "I'm Cavalier."

Blink didn't move. "...As in, arrogant?"

"As in, horse-riding knights." She tapped the Citadel Solutions logo, a horse, on her chest. Blink frowned. Of course she was with Citadel.

"Shouldn't that be Cavalry?"

"The force as a whole is Cavalry. Just one is a Cavalier. Also, c'mon, can you just shake my hand?"

Bella took her gauntleted hand reluctantly. "Blink." she offered.

"Charmed, I'm sure. Can I ask what you were doing? Those bots aren't meant to attack people.” Blink opened her mouth. “Also, would be nice if you didn't disappear on me again. I did just save you."

"I can handle myself," Bella bit back. "I have powers."

Cavalier shrugged. "You were falling pretty fast." She cocked her head. "It wouldn't have anything to do with the Citadel cell tower on that rooftop, hm?"

Bella's breath hitched. It did. Citadel Solutions had recently developed and installed cell tower devices that would monitor and report "suspicious metahuman frequencies". Essentially, anti-meta spyware. Bella and Quinn were intent on destroying them. Her stomach tightened. "I... can't tell you that."

Cavalier started at her flatly. "So, that's a yes."

"Listen, they're horrifyingly unethical!" Blink burst out. "Spying on metahumans? For no reason? It's ridiculous! We aren't inherently dangerous!"

Cavalier cocked her head. "Blink, just last week, a pyrokinetic couldn't control their powers and created thousands of dollars in property damage."

Bella threw her arms up. "I know! I was there! I am extremely familiar with what happened. So familiar, in fact, that I was the one who diffused the situation!"

Cavalier's eyes widened.

Bella continued on her tirade. "So I know that the solution isn't surveillance. Jamie just needed someone to talk to. Someone who knows what it's like. He needed help, not to be stopped by some kind of armed force," she spat.

"Okay, but one situation doesn't cover all of it. Citadel is trying to help people, to make the city better, just like you are."

"The intent behind it doesn't matter. This is going to impact metahumans everywhere. It's not okay."

Cavalier stood for a moment, her jaw opening and closing a couple times. Her eyebrows were furrowed. Finally, she hummed. "Okay. Thanks for not disappearing on me." She turned her back to Blink, getting ready to take off.

Before she left, she looked over her shoulder back at Blink. "I'm... not gonna report this. Just so you know. Thanks for your thoughts."

Her repulsors built to a high whine, and she lifted into the sky.

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Blink hadn't seen Cavalier all night. They had gotten into a rhythm of patrolling together over the past few months: they worked better as a team than on their own, and games of rooftop tag always made it more fun.

Their first patrol had been awkward, for sure. Blink has never approved of what Citadel does, but when they're not pushing morally dubious tech, Cavalier was helping people. So when Cavalier approached her on one of her regular patrol routes to ask about "pooling their resources" since "I save people, you save people, really, we're on the same side, here," Blink and Signal accepted.

Through these shared patrols, they'd grown much closer. There was something about the late nights spent together that allowed their conversations to flow, to share their thoughts easier. Blink had grown to appreciate Cavalier's humor and wit, and cared about her quite a bit. Through conversations about possible team names (Cavalier was set on 'Starlets', but Bella was partial to 'Moonlighters' and Quinn to 'The Star Society'), things that happened at school (though they were both careful to never mention names), or even Citadel projects, Bella saw Kira as a total person and not just an extension of Citadel. She agreed with a lot of Bella's criticisms of Citadel, and Bella admitted where they did legitimate good.

She knew Kira now. Knew that she was laughed loud and cared louder, that she would quote random lines from things Bella had never heard of, that when she smiled, the edges of her eyes would crinkle.

Nowadays, they would patrol together nearly every night. Quinn would sometimes rib her about "not giving away team secrets," but Bella trusted Kira. Which was strange.

Blink was worried. Cavalier had a tendency to flake off, sometimes, but she would always at least shoot her a message. Today had been radio silence.

She completed her route alone, as the sun set low below the sky and the few stars that weren't obscured by light pollution made their appearance. Once she was done, she went to one of their favorite spots: the top of a building that was taller than all the rest in the area, so they could see everything, but couldn't be seen.

Sure enough, Blink found Cavalier sitting on the edge of the building, her head resting on her knee and her mask set on the ground as she looked over the blinking city lights below. This didn't seem to be her usual vigilant watch. She looked... tired. Contemplative.

"Hey."

Kira looked up at her, her head not moving from its rest on her knee. "Oh. Hey, Blink." She sounded exhausted. Her shoulders were slumped.

"What, no 'hero'?" Blink said, trying to lighten the mood.

Cavalier huffed a little laugh. "You know you're my hero." There was a smile in Kira's voice now, at least.

Bella sat next to her, letting her legs dangle and peeling off her mask. She looked at Kira from the side. She still hadn't moved. Her eyes seemed fixed a million miles away, as the lights of the city reflected in them. Thousands of pinpoints of light: windows, passing cars, neon signs, like stars in a dark sky. The glow brushed the planes of her face, accentuating the shadows beneath her eyes.

"Hey," Bella murmured. "What's up?"

Kira smiled a little. "Us?" Her voice cracked as she spoke.

"I am completely sure you've said that joke before," Bella said softly.

Kira's smile softened. "I think you're right. ...You usually are."

They sat for a while, watching the city. (Really, Kira watched the city while Bella watched Kira, and occasionally the blinking red cell tower.)

"I don't think I can do this. I don't know if I'm made for it." Kira confessed quietly. Her eyes were still fixed on the city.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean," her voice wavered. "I mean, I don't know if I'm a good hero. If I can be a good hero. I know the kind of person my parents want me to be, what Citadel wants me to be, even what you want me to be. But I don't know what I want to be or–– or if I even have the ability become any of those people."

She sniffled.

Bella took a deep breath. "Kira," she said gently. "I've thought a lot of different things about you in the past. You know that. I've made sure that you know that. But something that has always stayed the same is this:" Bella turned so she was facing her. "Kira, you have proven to me a million times over that you are a hero. You're a good hero. No matter how much I've argued and fought with you about Citadel, about the Cavalry, whatever. I know Kira. And Kira is a hero."

Kira tilted her head towards her, and Bella could see stars reflected in the tears pooled in her eyes.

"Listen to me. The only person I want you to be is you. I like you. Whatever kind of hero you end up becoming–– and you are a hero, trust me ––I will want you to be that person. No matter what."

Kira sniffled, her lip quivering. She surged forwards, wrapping her arms around Bella's torso. "Thank you," she said, muffled into her shoulder. Bella held her until her breathing became more even, until her breath stopped shuddering in her ribcage, tracing circles on her back.

When Kira pulled back, their legs still intertwined, she looked up at her, eyes huge. "Thank you. Again. I needed to hear that."

Bella smiled at her. "It's just the truth."

"I– god. You're so good. I think I like you way too much." Kira sniffled. "Also, uh, all that stuff you said, about 'I like you no matter what?' Um. Ditto. Me too. I care about you. You're good people."

"You're good people, too," Bella said. She was sure she was red all over.

"Your ears are red," Kira murmured. "Hey, you ever think we're moving too fast? Like, I'm here spilling my guts about everything and how much I like you, and we've bandaged each other up more times than I can count, but I don't even know your favorite movie or your last name––"

Bella cut off her increasingly panicked ramble, stilling one of her shaking hands at the wrist. "My Neighbor Totoro. Jennifer's Body is a close second. And Vogel."

Kira blinked. "Iron Giant. And Singer-Veturi."

"Listen. We have plenty of time to move slow. Let's get dinner and see a movie. This Friday."

"Is that a date, Vogel?" she said coyly, testing the name out. She blinked up at her through her eyelashes.

Bella smiled, angling her head just as coyly. "If you want it to be."

Kira snorted, and they both broke out into laughter.

"I do," Kira said, without a hint of sarcasm. "I really, really do."

They stared at each other for a moment, grinning, before Kira took the hand that Bella was holding and cupped Bella's cheek. "Hey, can I––"

Bella nodded vigorously. "Please."

Kira leaned forward, and their lips connected.

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Bella was inches away from slamming her head into her calculus notes when her phone pinged.

"Oh thank god," she mumbled.

Kira Cavalier: hekp'

Kira Cavalier shared a location with you.

Kira Cavalier: please it's serious thifs timr

Bella's heart caught in her throat. She tapped the location into her maps app threw her phone onto her bed, yanked her costume on in record time, and checked for landmarks around Kira's location. Locating a bakery on the street she was familiar with, she grabbed the first-aid kit just in case and teleported onto the roof.

She landed in a three-point-stance, immediately jumping up and looking for any sign of Kira. She grimaced at the familiar sight of a Citadel device on a nearby roof, but no sign of Kira.

"K—" what would she say? Kira? Cavalier? Either could be compromising to her identity. Eventually, she settled on yelling "K?! Are you here?"

Her phone pinged in her pocket.

Kira Cavalier: alleywy

Bella bounded towards an alleyway, leaping across it when she saw no one there. She silently thanked Kira for goading her into playing rooftop tag all those times. She was an expert at traversing rooftops now.

She saw a flash of purple in one of the narrower alleyways. She immediately blinked down. Purple sparks rained around her as she landed. She gasped.

There was a distinct coppery smell in the air. Kira was slumped against the wall, one gauntlet pressed against her side, where red was leaking through, staining her suit and her gauntlet. When she touched down, Kira smiled up at her weakly. "Hey there, hero." She tried to raise a hand to wave, the motors whirring, but she winced and lowered it gingerly.

"Oh my god." Bella dropped to her knees, kneepads slamming onto the concrete. "Why are you covered in blood? What happened? Can you move?"

"Uh, in order:" her voice was strained. "Sexy reasons, I fought some drones, and, uh, no. That's why I called you."

Bella began opening the first-aid kit. "Couldn't you call someone from Citadel? The Cavalry?"

Kira looked her in the eyes. "I was fighting drones, birdie. I was dismantling Citadel property." Before Bella could say something in reply, she continued. "I wiped 'em, don't worry. They won't be too retributive. Citadel won't know."

"That's not..." Bella said softly. "Why?"

Kira closed her eyes. "Milagro. That kid we saved last week. She's a metahuman and she lives here. She would qualify for surveillance. I couldn't..."

Something curled in Bella's chest. "Hey, listen. We're gonna make things right, okay?"

Kira looked at her and smiled. "Okay."

"Let's do this not in an alleyway, okay? I'm gonna teleport you to my room."

Kira sniffed. "Okay."

Bella wrapped her arms around Kira as best as she could, gathered her powers, and they popped in a shower of sparks.

Back in her bedroom, Bella gently placed Kira in her spinny chair. Kira protested weakly. "'M gonna get blood all over your nice chair."

Rooting through the closet, Bella glanced back. "It's fine. Honestly, Quinn will probably be more upset than me."

"Man likes his chairs." Kira said absently, head lolled against the headrest.

Bella peeled her mask off and dragged the larger first-aid bag out from her closet, unzipping it and pulling out the relevant materials. "I think you're gonna need to take off the armor," she said. "Is that possible."

"Mmhmm," she said. "But I think you'll have to help."

She guided her to the release on her mask and pulled it off. Bella set it aside as Kira licked her chapped lips. Bella frowned. "You should drink more water. I'll get you some after, uh." She gestured vaguely.

Kira sniffed. "Thanks."

They went through the process of gingerly removing her armor, Kira typing in the command to release the pressure and Bella peeling it off. Once the armor around her torso was removed, Bella lifted up the tank top above the wound on her side and cleaned it gently with alcohol and cotton. Luckily, it wasn't bad enough that she would need to go to a hospital, but she began securing it closed with butterfly stitches.

"So, how'd this happen? Usually you're a much more capable fighter."

Kira sighed and leaned her head back. "Both me and the drones are Citadel-made," she said bitterly. "My blasters didn't damage them as much as I expected. So they overwhelmed me."

Bella hummed. "We'll have to mod your blasters so they will, hm?"

Kira smiled. "Yeah."

Once the biggest wound was cleaned up, Kira removed the rest of her armor, including her gauntlets, and accepted a change of Bella's clothes. She was bruised elsewhere, but nothing that had to be attended to immediately.

"You should stay here," Bella said. It was selfish. She wanted Kira near her. But she was worried about what would happen if her parents saw her like this. "Tell your parents we're having a sleepover."

Kira shrugged. "They're too busy to notice," she said easily. Bella frowned. Kira just yawned, turning away. "I'm beat. Getting stabbed takes a lot out of you. You coming?" She asked. "Bed's big enough for two."

Bella smiled, filing that away under 'talk about later'. "Yeah. Let me clean up first, and I'll get you some water."

She gathered the bloody cotton and the gross tank top and shoved them into the trash can in the alley. She put the first-aid bag away, and stacked both of their costumes in the closet so prying eyes wouldn't see them.

She blinked downstairs to find her dad. "Hey, Dad, Kira's parents are out of town, so she's sleeping over here."

Her dad looked up from his book. "Oh, has she eaten yet? We have some leftovers we can heat up for her."

Bella nodded. "Yeah, she's asleep upstairs already. She went to bed late last night."

Her dad smiled. "I am never gonna get used to you just teleporting people in and out of here"

Bella rolled her eyes and grinned. "Dad, it has been like eight years since I got these."

"I'm your father! I worry about you! What if you get splinched?"

"Splinching isn't real. Don't worry so much, Dad. I am very responsible." She filled up a glass with water. "Alright, just wanted to let you know that she was over."

"Thanks. You know we like Kira," he said significantly.

Bella coughed. "Thanks, Dad! Goodnight!"

"Night, rabbit!"

Bella returned to her room with the glass. "Your water, my liege."

"Thank you, Sir Vogel." She took the glass and gulped it down, placing it on the nightstand. "Now come to beeeeedd," she said, reaching out her arms.

"Okay, okay!"

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Bella woke up bleary. So, so, bleary.

She rubbed at one eye, shading a bit of the sun coming through the window. She buried back into the comforter, and rolled over to see Kira on the other side of the bed.

Oh. So last night wasn’t a dream. The injury, patching her up, asking her to stay for the night. Sharing the bed.

Bella sank into the bed and observed Kira as she slept, her chest rising and falling evenly, her lips slightly parted. She looked so different to the girl she'd spoke to on the rooftop months ago. Peaceful. She hoped she'd had even a small part in that.

She still found her just as pretty as she had on that night, though.

Kira began to stir, her eyes screwing shut before blinking open.

"Morning," Bella greeted.

Kira stretched, groaning a little bit. "G'morning." Done with her stretch, she settled on her side, facing Bella and looking into her eyes. She smiled, the edges of her eyes crinkling. "Hey there, hero," she said.

Bella couldn't help but smile back.

"Hey," Kira started.

"Hey," Bella echoed.

"You remember that time we were playing rooftop tag—"

"Oh my god." Bella covered her face with her hands.

"Wait, no, c'mon, you don't get to hide from this," she retorted, laughing. "You were it, and you tried to tag me, and you decided the optimal way to do that was by straddling me."

"Listen, it seemed like a good idea at the time!" she groaned. "And I did get you."

"I wanted to kiss you right then and there," she said, her eyes tracing the lines of Bella's face.

Bella started. "Oh. Yeah. Me too, actually," she said, bringing her hands down from her face.

Kira's eyes widened a little, but the expression was soon replaced with a grin. "Well, it's a good thing we have plenty of time to make up for it."

"Mmhmm. Wait, what are you— be careful––"

Kira hooked a leg over Bella's hip, flipping them so she was straddling Bella's hips and her arms were on either side of her head.

"Oh, you asshole," Bella giggled.

"Hey there, hero," Kira said, grinning down at her.

Bella pulled her down for a kiss.

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They took Bella. They took Bella.

Tensions between the Moonlighters and Citadel had risen, and an ultimatum was presented: metahumans had to be controlled or neutralized. And Blink was the first meta to go.

Kira was so stupid. She should have seen the signs. The blueprints floating around for metahuman containment, the power-nullifying field generators she thought were purely theoretical. She was too busy living her stupid fantasy life of being a Real Hero, of running around the city with her friends.

She fired indiscriminately, warning everyone to get the hell out of her way. She'd spent hours and hours modding her gauntlet blasters, and now not even the Citadel Blast-Resistant Substance™ could withstand it. She descended into the complex, searching for the containment tubes.

And she found it.

Bella, held in a transparent tube, straps around her torso. Her head was lolled forward. The hum of electronics and the beep of a heart monitor filled the room.

Kira slammed the control panel, keying in the combo to release her.

Bella slumped out of the cell, and Kira caught her in her arms. "Birdie," she said, heart racing. "Hey, it's me, talk to me."

Bella sniffled. "Kira?" She looked up at her. She had a bloody nose that had since dried, the blood showing on her teeth as she grinned at her. Kira took a shallow breath in.

"Well hey there, hero," Bella said, eyes sparkling despite her injuries.

Kira's eyes welled up. "Shut the hell up, you're not funny," she said. "We gotta get out of here. Can you do that?"

"Mmphf. Gimme a second." Her head lolled forward again, and she gripped onto Kira's biceps. Purple sparks began swirling around them, and Kira felt the familiar sensation of teleporting, the mild nausea and rubberband snap.

But they were only about a yard away from the tube. Bella sniffled again. "'M sorry," she said.

"Hey, it's okay, that's fine," Kira said, adjusting Bella so she had one arm around her waist, letting her lean her weight on her.

"We'll fight our way out," she said, her arm blaster whining as it charged up and flashed.

#this is the longest single thing i've written. wtf #it's not. super great? but idk i had a lot of feelings about these two and needed to put them somewhere so. *hands you this*#also artfight friends if you drew literally any scene from this i will owe you my firstborn #my FIRSTBORN OK i am so serious #also im not usually a writer so if there's anything glaringly obvious that could be better lmk #writing #birdsong #kira #bella

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idnek83 · 4 years ago

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First Christmas

Rating: Mature

Pairing: Soda Kazuichi/Tanaka Gundham

Tags: Christmas Fluff, Established Relationship, Lots of causal smooching, No Smut, Implied Sexual Content, Alternate Universe - Non-Despair

Summary: Soda and Gundham get ready for their first Christmas together. It's not much, and they definitely spent too much on questionable decorations, but, somehow, it's still perfect.

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Christmas with Gundham was… different.

Neither of them had come from families where Christmas had been a huge thing. Soda was used to a discount tree and mismatched ornaments, some of which he had made himself with spare parts from the shop. As far as presents went, he usually got some new socks or something else practical, and, on years where his parents had the money to spare, a new screwdriver or wrench to add to his personal collection.

He had never woken up to piles of perfectly wrapped presents under an equally perfect tree, but he always enjoyed the day as a kid.

He had asked Gundham what his own Christmases had been like growing up, and between his eccentric words, Soda had gathered that they had had somewhat similar experiences: modest decorations and practical gifts.

The biggest difference appeared to be the “abhorrent feast” Gundham’s mother would serve every year.

“The angle who bore me created such fierce dishes; they would cause the toxins in my body to become so concentrated I could hardly withstand them myself.”

Soda cringed at the idea of spending every Christmas sick to your stomach, but couldn’t help but be touched by the idea of Gundham forcing himself to eat whatever his mother served him just so he wouldn’t hurt her feelings.

Soda usually just had take-out for Christmas, it was one of his favourite parts of the holiday.

But like he said, Christmas with was different.

At some point in November the topic had come up, and the two of them had started making plans for how they wanted to spend their first Christmas together.

They ended up going tree shopping at the beginning of December.

A little pop-up tree shop had shown up just down the street from their little apartment, and when Soda had seen it, he ran home and excitedly grabbed Gundham. He began to ramble about how he wanted to get the biggest, fullest tree he could carry, sweeping Gundham up into his arms as he did as if to demonstrate. Gundham had just laughed at him and allowed himself to be carried as Soda began to sing random bits of Christmas songs off key and dance around the apartment.

“While I am enjoying this ritual, my beloved, I do not see how it will procure us a tree.”

Soda blushed and place Gundham back on the ground, looking slightly embarrassed and, in Gundham’s opinion, very cute.

“Shall we?” Gundham reached for his boyfriend’s hand and moved to the door, watching as Soda immediately perked back up.

“Hell yeah.”

They made the short trek to the tree shop, Soda gushing about the amazing tree they were going to get the whole way. However, once they arrived and Soda actually got a look at the price tags on those big, full, amazing trees, his face fell. He knew they were expensive, but damn, they were really expensive.

Gundham had picked up on his disappointment, and began doing his best to make excuses for why the ‘amazing’ trees were actually subpar; a hole here, a strange lump there, and branches to weak to hold “proper seasonal embellishments” all over the place. Soda knew exactly what Gundham was doing, but just nodded along and squeezed his hand a little tighter as they looked for a more reasonably priced tree.

They ended up finding one that was somewhat sparse, but it was tall and had a good shape to it and, most importantly, was in their budget. After paying, Soda made quite the show of lifting it himself, hoisting it over his shoulder and flexing his free arm in an exaggerated manner to make Gundham smile.

It had been a little trouble getting it through the narrow halls of their apartment building, but a few minutes later, they had it set up in a corner of their home, undecorated but bringing a festive feeling to the space all the same.

Gundham noticed Soda’s previous bravado had died down and he was alternating between glancing up at the tree and down his hand where he was absentmindedly rubbing at some sap.

“What is wrong, dearest consort? Does this tree no longer please you?”

“N-no, it’s just… Well, I guess I just feel kinda dumb? I made a big deal about getting us the perfect tree and-“

“And you succeeded in doing so.” Gundham placed a hand on Soda’s cheek and kissed him. He was used to his boyfriend’s tendency to doubt himself, but that didn’t mean he was just going to let him do it. “Perhaps this tree has more space between its limbs than you had wished, but that will only make it easier for us to adorn it as we see fit.” He wrapped and arm around Soda’s waist and drew him closer, hand still on his cheek. “We shall create the most formidable display with it, we will be the envy of all who gaze upon it, and all will know us to be true masters of these yuletide rituals.”

Soda began to laugh as Gundham kissed him again.

“You’re right man, we’re gonna decorate this tree so good that it makes all our friend’s want to throw their trash trees out.” He finally returned Gundham’s kisses, and they both decided to spend the rest of the evening in their bedroom.

“We should probably buy some ornaments soon, starting to feel weird just having a naked tree in the corner.

After a very pleasant evening, Soda and Gundham had decided it best to leave decorating the tree for the next day, only to realise in the morning that neither of them actually owned Christmas decorations.

The weather had been bad that day, so they put off shopping. However, a week had now gone by and the tree remained bare.

“You are right, my love.” Gundham stroked Soda’s messy hair and kissed his forehead. “Should we wait too long, we may find an inadequate selection as well.”

Soda untangled himself from Gundham’s arms and the blanket he had thrown over them once they had finished making love on the couch.

“We could probably do it now, if you’re feeling up to it?” Soda waggled his eyebrows at Gundham.

“You know full well it takes plenty more to render me immobile.” Gundham flashed a smirk, half humorous and half suggestive.

Before Soda could get to wrapped up in the thoughts of the last time he had immobilized Gundham, making him scream over and over until he was too tired to move, Gundham stood up. He began to dress himself, laughing and tossing Soda his boxers when he noticed his boyfriend getting excited again.

“There will be plenty of time for that later, dear consort, but for now, the tree demands adornment.”

They had dressed, much to Soda’s disappointment, and headed to the store.

Once they had arrived Soda wished they had put off shopping for an entirely new reason. There were just so many options. If they had waited and there really had been fewer ornaments available, then at least I would be easier to make a choice.

Soda looked to Gundham, but he looked just as overwhelmed by the selection. There were aisles upon aisles lined with various Christmas decorations, and at lest two appeared to be solely dedicated to tree ornaments.

They shared a look before heading down an aisle at random, hoping they would know what they wanted when they saw it.

It had been at least 20 minutes. Soda and Gundham had walked up each aisle a number of times and Soda was starting to feel exhausted. They should probably just grab something at this point. The only thing He had really manage to decide was that he liked the gold ornaments best, but that still left way too many options.

“Gundham, I’m going to die if we don’t pick something soon. Please, just grab something and lets go.”

“If you are sure…” Gundham glanced at the closest shelf, considering the selection for half a second before grabbing a box of gold and silver ornaments. “Do these suit your desires?”

Soda loved Gundham so much. “Yes. Beautiful. I love you. Let’s leave now.” Soda kissed Gundham and took the box from his hands. He moved to leave but caught Gundham glancing to a shelf just a little further down the aisle.

Soda turned to see what Gundham was looking at. It took a moment, Soda was at the point where all of the ornaments were starting to look the same, but he was pretty sure he knew which set Gundham was looking at.

He walked over to the shelf and picked up the box of all black ornaments.

“These ones too then.” He proudly proclaimed and begin to walk towards the tills.

“Dearest… you do not have to do that. I understand my taste can be a bit… ostentatious…” Soda knew Gundham sometimes got a little embarrassed about how much he liked anything that looked dark and/or mysterious, but he also knew his boyfriend genuinely enjoyed that stuff too.

So he just squinted at Gundham and reached for a second box of black ornaments before finally heading for the tills.

Gundham chased after him, obviously a bit flustered. He kept muttering apologies and telling Soda he really didn’t need the ornaments until they finally made it home.

Once the door shut behind them, Soda took Gundham’s face in both his hands and kissed him.

“Done apologizing? Get it out of your system?” He stared at Gundham until he nodded. “Good. Cus I love you and your stupid goth style, and I think these ornaments are fucking sweet.” Soda kissed him again. “Gonna have the most badass tree anyone’s ever seen.”

Gundham was smiling again, a soft embarrassed smile, but a smile nonetheless.

“Shall we begin then?”

An hour later Soda had to admit that 3 boxes or ornaments may have been too many, but the tree looked awesome and he wasn’t going to complain.

Covered from top to bottom in black, with accents of gold and silver and some warm white lights in between, the tree was a sight to behold. Yeah, it looked extra as hell, but Soda really did think it looked badass. Hell, even if he had hated it, it would have been worth it to see the look on Gundham’s face.

Gundham was openly smiling at the tree, looking as happy as he had been on the day Soda had admitted his feelings to him, and it was making his heart melt.

Soda wrapped his arms around Gundham from behind, and hummed into his shoulder.

“Y’know you really do have good taste, babe.” He couldn’t help but playfully bite at Gundham’s neck, making him laugh a little. “You fell in love with me after all.” He blew a raspberry into Gundham’s neck and they both dissolved into a puddle of smiles and laughter.

It was tacky. Soda knew it was tacky, and he picked up a back up just in case Gundham hated it, but he couldn’t resist it.

He had been out looking for a tree topper, probably some kind of star since neither of them were religious and an angle would look out of place on their tree, which had been “imbued with dark and mysterious energies.” And he really had planned on finding a nice star, preferably a gold one with some black accents or something to match the rest of the tree, but then he saw it.

The tree topper was a hamster. It’s arms and legs were spread wide, so it was vaguely star shaped, and it was dressed like Santa. Soda had choked when he saw it. Then he immediately bought it, grabbing a more generic looking gold star only after he broke out of his ‘buying-a-stupid-thing-Gundham-might-hate-but-might-also-love’ haze.

Now, standing at in front of the door to their apartment, Soda felt unbelievably stupid. It had just been a dumb waste of money. Gundham was gonna hate it and make Soda sleep on the couch for the night to make him think about what he had done. Ok, well, whatever. He’d just show Gundham the back up star and return the hamster later, he never even had to know about it.

He entered their apartment and the tension in his body immediately began to fade. Gundham was in the kitchen, humming along to Christmas music and pulling something out of the oven that smelled like it might be gingerbread. He turned and smiled at Soda before returning to what he was doing.

Soda set down his bag and started taking off his winter gear. While he was hanging his jacket, he heard Gundham approach him.

“Did you find an adequate decoration, dearest?” He placed a slightly flour covered hand on Soda’s shoulder and bent to kiss his cheek.

“Mmhm, it’s in the bag-” Shit. He kicked off his boots as fast as he could and turned. “Wait, Gundham-“

“Oh, this is magnificent. Excellent choice, my beloved, dark consort.” Thank Hamster Jesus, Gundham had pulled the normal star from the bag. “Hmm? What else did you-” Soda retracted his thanks from Hamster Jesus, he could rot in Hamster Hell.

Gundham gently set the gold star down as he starred in horror at the abomination that was the hamster Santa star.

“Look, Gundham, I can explain. I just-”

Gundham burst out laughing. He clutched the Hamster Santa to his chest and absolutely cackled.

“Uh, Gundham?”

Soda watched in horror as he witnessed what he could only assume was Gundham snapping and going absolutely bat-shit insane. He had doubled over and fallen to his knees, still laughing so hard that Soda was sure he couldn’t breathe.

“Babe?”

Gundham took a deep, shaky breath and wiped tears from his eyes before setting Hamster Santa to the side and extending a hand so Soda could help him up.

At least, that’s what Soda had thought he wanted.

Gundham pulled his boyfriend to the ground with him, expertly rolling Soda onto his back and pinning him below him. Gundham bent to kiss all over Soda’s face, laughing a little again.

“Um, so…” Soda was at a loss for words. Had he broke his boyfriend with the shitty star or-

“I love it. It is terrible and I do not believe I have ever loved an object more.” Gundham laughed a little and sat back on his knees, reaching for Hamster Santa again and allowing Soda to sit up. He turned it in his hands and chuckled.

“Uh, really? You sure it’s not too, uh, tacky?” Soda smiled a little and placed a hand on Gundham’s thigh.

“Oh, it is incredibly tacky. Were I freed from this mortal shell and once more able to access the full depths of my dark power, I still do not believe I would be able to find any object more so.” Soda frowned, but Gundham kissed him again. “And yet, it brings me great joy to think you saw this and thought ‘what better gift could there be to bring my beloved, than an abomination which depicts a fusion one of his most cherished dark beasts with the blasphemous idol of a once holy day.’” Gundham laughed again and patted Hamster Santa with more affection than it really deserved.

“Uh, yup, my exact thoughts, word for word.” ‘Hamster funny, give Gundham’ was close enough to what Gundham had said, right? “But really, we don’t have to put that one on the tree, we can just put it somewhere else, or return it, or-“

“This beast will adorn the most honored spot on our tree, and I will not hear otherwise.”

“But won’t it kinda ruin the, like, aesthetic?”

“It will make the aesthetic, my love, and we will place it immediately.” Gundham stood and pulled Soda up with him, giving him another kiss on his forehead before pulling him to the tree by his hand. He proudly handed Hamster Santa to Soda. “Do the honours, my dearest.”

Soda grimaced as he was handed the tacky decoration, he really didn’t want to ruin their tree, and besides-

“I can’t reach the top of the tree, where’s the-” He was cut off by Gundham wrapping his arms around his waist and lifting him into the air. Soda couldn’t help but laugh, he liked being picked up by Gundham almost as he liked picking him up. “Fine then, have it your way.” He (gently) slammed Hamster Santa on top of the tree and crossed his arms defiantly, playing up his fake annoyance.

Only to lose any semblance of actual irritation when Gundham hoisted him slightly higher and threw him over his broad shoulder. Soda let out and incredibly manly squawk as Gundham patted him on the ass.

“Thank you, my consort, allow me to express my deepest gratitude.” Gundham’s voice had taken a very familiar tone, slightly deeper than it already was, and Soda found he no longer wanted to protest as Gundham carried him to their bedroom.

Christmas day had, admittedly, been fairly similar to the Christmases Soda had growing up. No giant pile under the tree, and mostly practical presents. Emphasis on mostly, Soda thought as he leaned back against Gundham’s chest on the couch in his reindeer onesie. Gundham wore a matching one. It hadn’t been planned, they had both bought each other the same stupid onesie complexly by coincidence, and they had both lost their shit laughing when they opened them at the same time as well.

Even if the day itself hadn’t been all that noteworthy, Soda couldn’t happen but think this was the best Christmas he had ever had. The chaos leading up to it had been so new to him, but he already cherished the memories he had been able to make with Gundham. The tree hadn’t been the full, perfect one from his dreams, but decked out in their badass gold, black, and silver ornaments and topped with sweet, tacky, little Hamster Santa, Soda knew it was definitely more memorable.

The gifts hadn’t been huge, or extravagant, or expensive like the ones he saw in movies growing up, but they had been thoughtful and full of love and even a little silly. Soda couldn’t think of anything he would have rather received.

He leaned his head back against Gundham’s shoulder, and his boyfriend kissed him without looking away from the book he was reading. Soda let out a contented sigh.

Sitting in Gundham’s arms, surrounded by their questionable decorations and thoughtful gifts, and wearing stupid matching onesies.

This was a perfect Christmas.

#Soudam #Soda kazuichi #gundham tanaka #Soda/Gundham #danganronpa #danganronpa 2 #christmas fic #My writing #It's still christmas here don't judge me

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lady-of-endless · 5 years ago

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Owned Lessons (Din Djarin x Reader)

Author’s Note: Angsty. I think I just hurt myself emotionally while writing this because I'm so attached. So please excuse any possible expression that might sound a little bit off. Please let me know what do you think and thank you for reading this!

First, he worried, now he feared.

His pineal eye sensor from his helmet was flooded with smoke from incandescent weapons that were pushed to their functional limits and fired around him.

Something was dripping from under his armor, and he did not know if it was his blood or his sweat.

Your moves were clumsy and uncalculated but effective when protecting yourself from some hits.

No one can predict an ambush, especially when other so-called bounty hunters decide not to follow the tenets of the Creed. No hunter shall interfere with another hunter. However, you had to fight against men that were thirsty for more, that were self-proclaimed hunters, in other words, thieves.

"On your left!" You shouted your warning to Din who was attacked by a larger number of armed muggers.

The Mandalorian was quick and took down the furtive attacker who was attempting to approach him.

He was outnumbered and concerned. This time he did not like the odds, not when you were being attacked as well without any possibility to send a rescue signal to the Bounty Hunter Guild.

Adrenaline quickly brought a piece of new vital information in his mind. He left the ship unguarded. His eyes were quickly directed to your position. You were far away from him and if he shouted, the attackers surely heard too.

Din could not find any other better strategy and sprinted to you, placing himself in front of your figure as a decoy so you could pay attention to what he wanted to tell you. Time was running out, you were getting weaker and the attackers were getting stronger.

"The kid!" He told you while still aiming the enemies. "Go!"

Thankfully you heard him clear enough despite the sound of blasters and heavy bodies falling to the ground.

You started running as fast as you could even if you wished to stay and fight next to him. Looking over your shoulder back at him for one last time, your heart stopped at the sight of another danger.

Din started to regret not investing in another set of Whistling Birds that could get the job done in that critical situation.

Attackers could be charging from the back and he knew that, being prepared for it. When he activated the rearview visor of his helmet, instead of seeing strangers approaching him, Din could see those jump inside the ship after you.

"Feir'Fek!" He cursed, full of blinding rage.

That one second of distraction was enough for an unexpected hard blow to a weak spot of his body to knock him down. Even if he still wanted to fight, his body could not get up anymore. Not even thinking about his already deteriorating conscious state, Din's eyes slowly closed while thinking about you until everything faded away. His last wish was to wake up next to you and the Child and forget about this vivid nightmare.

First, he felt a lack of hope, then he felt a sharp pain.

The rage did not leave him even after when he woke up in the same place, alone on the ground. He was only surrounded by the sound of the wind when he regained his consciousness.

Grunting, Din got up abruptly, eyes fixated on the Razor Crest as he remembered everything that happened before, one brutal scene after another.

His legs started moving automatically in a desperate limp that seemed too slow to him.

Wanting to get there as fast as he could, Din even thought for a second about using the jetpack that was killing his spine now and every day just to be faster but the distance was too short for that.

His efforts were so big that all of his thoughts were limited to finding you and the Child alive.

The entrance of the ship was stained with trails of blood that were already drying out.

His head was spinning and his legs were trembling with each painful contraction of his muscles. One part of him did not want to go on and see what happened inside. Din had to prepare for the worst situation he had in mind, with armor around his heart for protection and a flamethrower for revenge.

Almost choking for air because of the effort and adrenaline, he still did not stop to catch his breath.

Too often, his contentment was hidden in your presence. Your warmth was always flowing to him in unstoppable calming waves he has never felt from when he was just a child.

Maybe he should have not let you come with him from the beginning of this complicated way of living. He thought how you accepted him with every principle, belief and regretted letting you do it so willingly. Now, Din had no time to ask himself for the reason why you did that.

His body moved almost mindlessly inside the ship as he was trying hard to avoid one lethal thought. He has never seen you fight properly or defend yourself against someone until moments ago and you had no piece of armor either. The Child was also almost helpless if it wasn't for the complicated ability he had. It was all coming from a flaw in his strategy.

The ship felt cold and too silent.

There were memories of how your voice echoed in the ship when singing random lullabies to the Child or when you were chuckling at Din's long and familiar sighs. He was walking through the haze of those memories, not ready to confront the reality.

As Din stepped cautiously closer to the cockpit, his arm was raised, flamethrower prepared, he restrained himself from calling your name even if the wish to do so was hurting him and clinging to his chest. If there still were any intruders on the ship, he knew that he should not announce his presence so naively.

With each sign of the whole mess that was on his ship, he felt that he could not get air normally in the helmet for the first time. Din went through a lot of ambushes but having something to care about so much was making it difficult. Someone close that he could lose, again in his life.

The image he discovered after two or three steps closer was one that was close to his late-night worries.

He finally found you, guarding the Child, standing in the front of his crib, injured but alert and with your blaster targeting the shadow, breathing heavily.

For only a couple of seconds, you two were targeting each other. When you both realized it, instantly, you lowered your blaster letting it fall from your hand and Din let his guard down in front of you faster than ever.

Sensing your weakness just in time, he rushed to where you were standing right when your knees gave out and caught you in his arms.

"There you go." He whispered bringing you closer to him, holding your head steadily by the back of your neck while his own body also lowered to the ground with yours.

Holding you against his armor on the floor of the ship, Din smoothed your messy hair for a few seconds to catch his breath. He closed his eyes tightly and thanked the stars for finding you and the Child alive. You both stood in silence, clinging to each other and letting the embrace numb the stinging feeling of your injuries while the kid was looking at you happily. Was Din truly awake and holding you after that attack or was it going to be the last thing he will see before really regaining his consciousness?

It took you a long time to make him end up in your arms, investing stubbornness, care, trust in his way. And now you could truly feel how it was all worth it.

"I'm sorry." It was the first thing you said after raising your head from his chest to look at his visor for a moment. "They were too fast." You said resting your chin on his shoulder, closing your eyes again, melting in his arms against the Beskar.

"What do you mean? Are you...are you injured?" He panicked already starting to look for any type of injury on your body and wishing that there wasn't any.

Even if the armor was cold, his way of holding you tight and his worry were compensating. You have seen him agitated before but now it seemed more obvious.

"No. It's not that." You quickly responded and looked down, avoiding his gaze. "They stole some weapons." You said in a more silenced and ashamed voice.

You knew how sacred those are to a Mandalorian and then to a bounty hunter but you could only focus to protect the Child during the attack. Still looking at him, you stood there, waiting for his response. What you weren't aware of because of the exhaust was that Din was still holding you tight, with no break.

"Don't you think we can handle getting those back next time?" He tried to change the atmosphere for your sake even while looking at the traces of blood smeared to the exit of the ship and being scared of what could have happened.

His reaction made you smile faintly but even that single smile was quick to transform into a frown as you felt a sharp pain coming from your temple. You touched the surface of your skin and felt wetness on your fingertips. The Child cooed from his crib, looking at you with big worried eyes.

"Let me help you with that." Din said softly grabbing your chin to take a full look at your face in search of other injuries.

"I can handle it, it's not a big deal." You responded almost mindlessly with no intention of acting tough.

At that moment, nothing else mattered more than the relief of you both being safe next to the Child.

The déjà vu feeling you had from that response was enough to make you remember something. You have had this conversation with him before, but the roles were inverted this time.

Din had his head tilted slightly to the front and you could bet on the fact that he surely had one eyebrow raised at you because of that answer.

"Now it's not the time to do this." He scolded you, clear words being emitted out of his helmet.

Din took off his worn-out cape and wrapped it around your shoulders. Sitting on the floor of the ship, you looked over at Din who was searching for the pressurized container filled with bacta spray.

You observed how his moves were rushed, knocking objects over, hardly audible grunting and sighing were also heard. He was trying to keep everything in even when he discovered that the attackers even stole the damn healing spray.

After finding a simple wet cloth instead, when Din turned to you, every ounce of bold frustration disappeared. He remembered something.

He has not lost you today.

Din wanted to thank you for staying safe and keeping the Child safe as well but no formulation was up to his liking.

"How could you handle it alone?" He asked, even if he knew very well how capable you were.

"I had a pretty decent example to learn from." You answered lightly pushing your shoulder into his and smiling. "And a hold-out blaster."

You hoped that your words could calm him down even a little and even if you could not see the expressions of his face. Unfortunately, nothing could silence his worry and guilt that still remained.

He knew from the start that there will be moments in which he will not be able to protect you or the Child but pushed that thought far to the back of his mind in order to still function. So far away that now, his worry transformed into fear.

"Trouble will always stick to you if you stay with me."

Your weak but reassuring smile slowly dropped when he finally let it out. His shoulders were slouching and his head was moving in a slight shake of disapproval.

"I know that." You started looking down at your hands for a second. "I know that just as I know how bounty hunting is a competitive business and probably the toughest job in the galaxy. I understand that it's all because of the trouble and those scums that decide not to follow the tenets."

The Mandalorian looked at you and realized for the first time how much you have learned from working and staying with him. He was never aware of how attentive you were when it came to this business and what he was doing. Din did not want to interrupt or stop you, because it was reminding him of those facts too. You knew him and his way of living and to his surprise, he did not feel uncomfortable because of that. It was actually the opposite.

"But I still want to stay no matter what can happen." You concluded looking straight to his visor, searching for eyes that were looking into yours.

Din's lips were parted, wanting to tell you that he wants that as well, but for as much as he could keep you safe next to him.

His hands were always steady when aiming but focusing now on your injury seemed difficult after hearing those words from you.

Cleaning the injury from your temple while you waited, covered by his cape, he was thinking everything through. You saw him shaking his head slowly during the process. Scenarios of how much it could have gone worse were not letting him feel the same relief he felt when he was holding you.

Din got up with slowed movement and avoided looking at you.

"Then, you will have to train starting from tomorrow. And the next few days." He said not looking at you as your eyebrows furrowed. "I have to find some weapons that will suit your technique and teach you how to use them correctly."

He was already planning everything, looking around for equipment that was left and that can be used. A part of him was trying to aggravate his words just to push you away from him, where there is safety. The other part of him was too selfish, wanting to whisper a cordial 'thank you for wanting to stay'.

When realization bloomed in your mind about what he was trying to do, you got up prepared to put it to an end.

"Din?" You called his name and placed your hands on his shoulders. "Nothing that you can say will make me let go."

He stopped in his tracks and his shoulders dropped, realizing how his reaction sounded and looked and how stubborn you were. Asking you why seemed pointless now when he finally understood.

"Fine." His tone was calmer and much warmer now. "If you want to stay, you must understand that the Child needs you safe." Din placed a hand on the back of your head to bring you closer and stick your forehead to his helmet. "I need you safe." Now that you were so close to him, you could hear how his voice broke with those words.

It was impossible for you to understand what he was imagining sometimes. Ways to lose you, so numerous and so brutal. The fear of losing you when you were so close to him was always shadowing every beaming thought of you. Every time he was letting himself live in the moment when you softly called his name and touched his helmet as his hands ghosted over your hips, those times were interrupted by a fear that the one he is holding will be taken away. That precaution was pulling him back to a reserved and strict self, right after moments in which you could swear that his armor was transparent and you could see his heart, beating happily at the sight of you.

It always made you wonder why after believing that he let his guard down in front of you, he would act like you two were just acquainted and had plans to keep it like so. Now everything made sense to you and he was anticipating that. There was only one thing that could treat that fear of his and you were ready for it.

"Then, we'll do exactly as you said. We will train ourselves and make sure to stay safe. I promise, Din." You said in a serious voice before trying to change the atmosphere. "Plus, I bet that I can get you to the ground in no time after such a day and such a confrontation." Your tone mockingly changed into a false proud one as you rested your forearms on his shoulders to the sides of his neck while smiling to him.

Din chuckled at your playful gesture and grabbed both of your forearms in place, once again placing his forehead against yours.

"And you'll be falling to the ground with me."

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Requited Bindings [2/?]

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Zelda Spellman/Lilith

Summary: “Do you even understand the magic that you played with?” Ambrose asked. “Sabrina, you’ve bound the first woman, the first witch to our Aunt.”

N.B.: Also posted on AO3.

As much as she would have preferred to sit down for breakfast, the two slices of toast and morning coffee would have to sustain her for now as she quickly packed her bags. Hilda had tried, but honestly, the things she packed were utterly useless.

Incense, Hilda? What ritual would she be casting in Hell that required incense?

Lilith leant against the bedroom doorway, eyebrow raised as she looked over the contents of her bag. "You know you won't need half of that.”

Zelda bit back a response. Placing more books into the bag before zipping it up. Lilith may have her fair share of books, but Zelda had notes in the text and would need them to work on sermons. Given that most of her time would be spent in Hell, she needed something to occupy her time, amongst grading papers and structuring education.

"Is that everything?" Lilith asked as she pushed off the doorway and began opening random drawers in her dresser.

"Stop that, and yes, I have everything."

"Are you sure?" Lilith asked, pulling open a drawer containing undergarments. "These look important, have you packed enough?"

Zelda walked over and forcefully shut the drawer, glaring at Lilith. "Will you stop fingering my undergarments! We need to get to the Academy before the students' classes begin."

Lilith held Zelda's glare as she opened another drawer and began rummaging in that one as well. "Are you sure you've brought everything? You know, you may make some mistakes while you're down there, so we should probably bring this with us," Lilith said, holding out Zelda's leather scourge in hand. Zelda felt a hot fury flash through her, causing her magic to bubble to the surface of her skin.

"Give me that," she snapped, grabbing the whip and yanking it from the woman's hands. "Where in Heaven did you get that from?” It shouldn’t have been easily found, given that she had intentionally hidden it.

Lilith shrugged nonchalantly, her eyes once again roaming the room, likely looking for more secrets to discover as Zelda place the scourge back in her wardrobe on the top shelf. She wasn't sure how Lilith had managed to both find and present it to her, but she didn't have time to hide it from anyone else properly.

"Are you quite done?" Zelda asked as she picked up her bag.

Lilith looked away from the vanity set she'd been playing with and smiled at the woman, setting the comb and mirror down as she walked over to stand by Zelda. "Shall we?"

"I need to say goodbye to my family, given that apparently, I shall be seeing far less of them.”

Lilith nodded and gestured for Zelda to lead the way out of the bedroom and down the hall.

Zelda directed them downstairs to the breakfast table where Sabrina and Ambrose sat. All conversation ceased as they entered the room before Hilda walked over and placed another set of toast down for both women, this time with homemade blackberry jam. "Sit down. You've got enough time to finish your coffee before running off to the Academy."

Zelda sighed and reluctantly agreed.

Taking her place at the table, she flicked through the newspaper that had been laid out. The headline read of a political scandal, but nothing of worth. Flicking to the obituaries, she looked to see if there was anything worth having Hilda dig up.

"So Aunty, what was it like staying a night in Hell?" Ambrose asked. “Magister Deniuem once wrote that it could infect your dreams."

Zelda looked up from a newspaper and took a sip of coffee. Beside her, she noticed Lilith was quite happily tearing off pieces of toast and popping the small segments into her mouth before licking the jam off her fingers. Wrinkling her nose, she looked away.

"Fine," she said. "I slept like a newborn."

"She didn't snore or kick around in the bed either. Quite the sound sleeper," Lilith added, popping another segment of toast in her mouth as if she had merely commented on the weather and not insulated something Zelda would have preferred to keep quiet.

"You're sharing a bed?" Sabrina asked. "Did you––?”

"No," Zelda said before Lilith could wind her niece up any further. "It's just subterfuge. If Hell knew what had occurred, they would immediately try to seize the throne, or at the very least, see this as a weakness and attempt to go to war against yourself."

Sabrina's face pressed as she drew deep into her thoughts, while Ambrose looked like he was trying to simultaneously hide his amusement and become acutely aware of the cereal in his bowl.

"Speaking of, Hilda are you able to take this afternoon classes. I should be able to return in the evening.”

"Yes, shouldn't be an issue," Hilda said as she sat herself down at the table. "I've requested time off from the store given everything that's occurred with the pagans," Hilda said with a giggle. “Doctor Cee has been so, so lovely about it."

“Pagans. Here?” Lilith asked as she finished the last of the toast on her plate. “You need to eradicate them before they set their roots down.”

“That was the plan,” Zelda said. “But as you can see, our coven is still dangerous weakened. The last thing we need is to declare war against a commune that vastly outnumbers us.”

“Pathetic,” Lilith scoffed, cleaning her fingers as she stared at Zelda. “They’re pagans. Most of their magic comes from a drop of divinity long lost to breeding into mortals. Even outnumbered, they should barely serve more than an annoyance.”

Zelda felt her cheeks burn, a growing tightness in her chest as she dropped the newspaper down onto the table. “I beg your pardon?”

“Beg all you like, Zelda. If you can’t defeat a few pagans, I truly worry for the state of my so-called coven. Perhaps I should deal with them myself?”

“If anyone is to deal with them, it should be me,” Zelda snapped.

“And yet you’re not,” Lilith pointed out, “or were you hoping they would merely disappear if you glare hard enough?”

Hilda gave an uncomfortable squeak before turning to look at Zelda. “Hey now, there’s no need for that in the kitchen. How about we all settle down,” she said, as Zelda and Lilith continued to glare at each other. “Um, Zelds, how long until you find the little...um...cure to this little problem?"

Zelda felt the weight of exhaustion seep over her at the mention of it. "Ambrose?" she asked. "Did you look over the spell?"

Ambrose nodded. "I discussed with Sabrina the reversals you've tried to date. They're all that I would have tried if it were I in your position, Auntie. I'll head to the Academy's library today and try to dig further and see if anything like this has happened before. At the very least, we may be able to look at extending, the, erm, limitations you have.”

"Please be quick," she said, drawing her eyes back over her newspaper. While an extension wasn’t as preferable as a severing to the bond, it would certainly ease her mind somewhat.

She lifted the cup of tea to her lips, drawing her eyes to the clock that hung over the kitchen doorway before glancing to Lilith who seemed to be thriving in the uncomfortable air that laid over the kitchen. "We should discuss what we're going to say to the children about why you're there."

"I've taken a special interest in my flock, more hands-on?" Lilith suggested as she took a sip of her coffee. "Or I could just wear a glamour? I believe most of them recognise this face from Lucifer's little coronation ceremony, so it might do well to try and wear something new."

Zelda nodded. "A student would probably be easier; we could say you're from the old country and living with us for a time."

Lilith's form shifted, and then there was a young woman about Prudence’s age, with dark hair, brown skin and a round face sitting before her. She had even shifted her clothes to look more like Sabrina's, with a short corduroy skirt and a long-sleeved crop top.

Glamours usually took more ceremony with the process. Generally involving a charm of the person's belongings you were turning into or a mirror at the very least to alter the reflection, but she could taste the old magic in the air. This was what came from wandering the Earth over a few millennia.

Zelda turned to her niece. "She's not one of your school friends, is she?"

"No," Sabrina answered, but she looked unsettled. It was likely due to the fact the glamour was rather seamless, as far as glamours went. In lesser witches there was often something off about them, such as the skin looking too smooth, or usually, the mouth sitting a bit oddly, but Lilith's glamour was immaculate. She looked real.

It probably left the question of how many times had Lilith visited them all under some guise with none of them the wiser.

Rising from the table. Zelda sat her coffee cup down and wiped her fingers on a napkin. "Well, we can't call you Lilith, so what will we tell the others?"

"Mary's fine," Lilith said, her voice was warmer, sweeter with a Scottish lilt to it. That was frightening.

"No!" Sabrina said. "You can't steal everything of hers. Did you know that she's having nightmares from what happened, and she doesn't even know why?"

Lilith laughed, "Is she, how truly terrible!"

"Can't you just choose some other more witchy name?” Sabrina's faced turned to Zelda’s with a pleading look. “Something like Agnes or Megaera, or something?”

Lilith too turned to look over at Zelda sweetly as she flicked her long dark hair over her shoulder. "Witches find the use of biblical names dearly ironic, it would not be so out of character, would it, pet?"

Zelda closed her eyes briefly, loathing the diminutive name. However, Lilith was right, and she advised Sabrina as such. “There’s nothing wrong with the name.”

“That’s not fair,” Sabrina said, sitting back in her chair. "Please, Aunt Zee. Ms Wardwell has had enough taken from her. She thinks she's going crazy!” Unsurprising, Zelda thought. She was hell-touched after all, by a hell-being, and therefore damned.

"That may be, but the name Mary is not hers alone," she advised and immediately regretted it as Lilith grinned at her, not unlike a shark.

The witch stood up and walked over to Zelda, standing before her. Zelda didn't mind her in this form. It would easier to just find her the petulant child that she was. “Whatever the name,” Lilith said, “I would draw attention anyway––at least this way the students' suspicions will be diverted,” she said, before taking an apple from the fruit bowl and placing it behind her back, smiling up at Zelda.

Zelda rolled her eyes before looking at Sabrina with an attempt of an apology. If Lilith wanted the name Mary, then so be it.

Sabrina glared at her as if she’d somehow been the cause of this. “This is wrong.”

“That may be, but it’s done. Now, shall I expect to see you in class, later?”

Sabrina shrugged, a petulant look on her expression as she eyed Lilith with mistrust. "I have cheer practise this afternoon."

Of course, she did. Zelda breathed out through her nose, wishing she had time to light a cigarette. "Shall we?" she said to Lilith as she picked up the bag she'd left by the table.

Lilith grinned, linking arms with her in a way that seemed quite unlike her self and made Zelda all the more aware of how much the other witch was used to playing in new skins.

With a deliberate sigh, Zelda flicked her wrists and teleported both of them to her office in the Academy. At their arrival, however, the woman's hands gripped at her arm tightly.

Zelda wrenched away from the linked arms and stared at Lilith. "What are you trying to do?"

Lilith turned to her, an odd look on her face. "Lucifer's here?" she asked in a whisper, her voice void of all mischievousness for once. "You brought me to where you're keeping him?"

"He's locked up in the dungeons."

Lilith stepped around the room, fiddling with the apple she brought with her. "He'll likely know I'm here," she said to herself, the apple spinning over and over in her hands. "What Acheron are you keeping him in now?"

"Faustus."

There, Lilith laughed, but her expression paled again. "Damascus steel?"

"Of course."

"Heptagram?"

"Yes, believe me, we've taken all precautions."

"You know it's only time before he escapes," she said, turning to face Zelda before her expression shifted. “We’ll need a plan if we’re to survive.”

“Lilith he’s chained––at the very least, for now, he’s safe.”

Zelda watched as the girl (because she really did look very young and small all of a sudden) set the apple aside and brought her hands together. the expression shifting again to something playful and gone was whatever trepidation Lilith had. "We should discuss our relationship: student-teacher, I presume, or perhaps something more familiar? Last chance for you to resume as my concubine on Earth as it is in Hell?"

"The flirtation is far less endearing with that glamour," Zelda pointed out. "Try not to make a scene when you're in the class. I have enough problems as it is."

"Of course," Lilith said in such a way Zelda could feel that she was going to make a scene deliberately.

Zelda placed her bag down, by her desk and then went to her drawers, pulling out her day planner to shuffle through (she had another she kept on her person, but this one she kept at her desk) before rummaging through her lesson planner. Up first was transmutation, previously held by Artemisia Vines, but with the limited witches left, it remained on Zelda's shoulders like most of the classes.

"Do not undermine me," she warned towards Lilith. "Or I will personally make it my mission to make court life as difficult for you."

Lilith smiled at her, smoothing down her skirt. "I'll be a model student," she promised. “After all, I’m quite intrigued by the student’s aptitude.”

A knock sounded on her office door. Closing the drawer of her desk, she looked up and saw the faint image of Prudence.

"Come in," she called and watched as Prudence pushed the door open, stepping inside.

"Directrix Spellman," Prudence said, surprised. "Sabrina mentioned you were unwell."

"I'm fine, as you can see, Prudence."

Prudence opened her mouth and then closed it, before offering a shrug of her shoulders. "Would you like me to begin the class with chapter thirteen?"

"Please. I'll be with them soon."

Prudence nodded and went to shut the door before noticing the other girl in the room. Her eyes dragged over the figure curiously before shifting to look back at Zelda with an inquisitive raise of her brow.

"Family, from the old country," Zelda said in half explanation, gesturing loosely.

Prudence frowned but didn't argue, "of course," she said and closed the office door behind her. No doubt she would be looking to follow-up with Ambrose about that later. But if her nephew were smart, he would lead her to the answer without directly saying it.

Zelda took a moment to compose her self and ensure she had what she needed for the lesson before grabbing a spare textbook and handing it to Lilith. "Try to avoid talking to the other students. Try not to talk altogether if you can help it."

Lilith began thumbing through the textbook, ignoring her. If Zelda were lucky, it would keep her entertained for the rest of the class.

She led Lilith down to the classroom and had her sit in the seat usually reserved for Sabrina. Lilith sat down in her chair, back straight and began pouring through the textbook. Zelda sat a pen and pieces of paper on her desk, because she expected it of everyone, and began drawing upon the chalkboard as the class quietly read Chapter Thirteen.

The class’s eyes drew curiously over Lilith, but aside from a few shared looks, they kept to themselves. Good. It allowed her to focus on drawing up the blackboard without worrying about the class.

Prudence remained at her station at the front of the class, and Lilith had to admit she was quite proud of the girl. Despite everything that had happened over the last year, Prudence had made a sharp turn around and was flourishing in not just her witching abilities, but her leadership capabilities as well. Perhaps one day, she would even formally ask Zelda to be her mentor.

Stepping back from the board, she looked over the class. She caught a few staring blankly and another stifling a yawn.

Her eyes went to Lilith. The witch was sitting at the desk, pouring over the textbook with such fascination that Zelda could almost be fooled in thinking she wasn't paying attention to the class.

"Who can tell me the three basic principles of transmutation?"

Melvin raised his hand, as always in an eased effort to prove himself. "Ah, the first is 'Knowing', you can't turn an object into something you don't have a basic understanding of. Mass, you can only change something into equal or less than its original weight, but never more and ah..." he trailed off and his shoulders sunk.

"Very good, anyone else?" Zelda asked, pouring her eyes over the class. From the corner of her eye, she noticed Lilith’s eyes draw up from the textbook, watching the students with curiosity.

As no student raised their hand, Lilith sat back in the chair and began drumming her nails, as if deciding her coven's worth.

"Agatha, what's the third principle?" Zelda asked, snapping to look over the girl.

Agatha looked up from the book she had clearly not been reading and fumbled, "Oh, um. Colour?"

"Colour?" she returned, and the girl only stared up at her, fiddling with one of her plaits. "Have you completed transmutation before?"

"Yes, Directrix."

"And what did you transform?"

Agatha looked to Dorcas for help, before pulling back and sitting up straighter. "I changed a rock into a fish."

"And how did you do that?"

"With magic?" Agatha asked.

Zelda rolled her eyes and walked over to Agatha, picking up her pen. "If I turn this into a rock, what would I need to do?"

"Magic it."

"Yes, obviously I would use magic, but how would I do it?"

"Will it, I guess?"

"Correct. To turn this pencil," Zelda closed her hand and felt it shift into a smooth pebble the size of her thumbnail, "into a rock I would just have to will it. But what if I wanted to turn the pencil into a fish?"

"You would need an incantation?" Agatha twisted her plait tighter. "Maybe chalk to outline a fish?"

"So why would I only need to will it into an inanimate object, but to change it to a living thing, I would need an incantation or a ritual?"

Agatha opened her mouth, staring at the pencil and then sat back in her seat, looking lost. Zelda turned, looking over to the other students, but if they knew anything, they kept quiet. Zelda held her tongue, trying not to grow frustrated with them. This was fundamental transmutation, but either their education was lacking, or they were unwilling to offer answers that they already knew.

"Prudence?" she summoned.

"It's because you're changing something inanimate to animate. When you speak, you're summoning, which then pulls on deeper magics to create life. The larger the object, or the more complex the living thing, the more advanced the ritual required to summon the energy required."

"Thank you, Prudence." She set the rock down, returning to its original form on Agatha's desk and went over to the chalkboard writing up three of the principles. "If you know these principles, you can eventually learn to transform anything into something else, so as long as you have enough creativity."

She led the class through theory, briefly revising rhyming couplets for precise transformation and then had them stand up and turn their desks into a badger and back into desks. Only two students were successful, with the remaining fumbling over their dictation and causing one form of malformation or another instead, making the process of turning it back to a table far more difficult––which was what Zelda’s had hoped for.

There was more to be learnt in mistakes than there were with correct actions.

At the end of class, Zelda advised them that their homework was to transform an inanimate object into an animal and then back, as well as five hundred words as to what the causes of malformation were (generally dictation, half-rhymes or just lack of confidence).

When the students left, Zelda turned to Lilith, who was quietly sitting at her desk. Zelda had not called upon her to demonstrate, partially because she felt uncomfortable with that dynamic (only because Lilith would likely seek her revenge later), and partly because she knew the witch would be able to do it without a verbal incantation, which would only serve to make the other students feel worse in their abilities.

"You know, Zelda, if I'm to blend in here, you should treat me like any other student."

"As if you could blend in."

Lilith snapped her textbook shut and rose from the desk. Despite the youthful features, there was something there, something dark in the way she moved and held her expression that warned of a more significant threat, and then features smoothed and she was just another student.

It was unsettling.

"Is it lunchtime?" Lilith inquired.

"It is."

Zelda led them both back to her office where a tray had already been set with lunch (likely Hilda had run off before she had to collide paths with Lilith again). Usually, Zelda would run most of the classes, with things like botany and potions being held by Hilda who continued to hold expertise over her, and the remaining extracurricular classes taught by the skeleton staff.

As it was, Hilda had agreed to take the afternoon classes so that she could return to Hell with Lilith and complete the court and council meetings (that she honestly couldn't see the point of, at least here she was growing young minds).

Lilith took a seat on the edge of her desk and picked at the sandwiches Hilda had set aside for them and began flicking through the textbook, writing notes in the margins. Her legs were crossed, but Zelda watched at her foot bounced playfully. Again, it unsettled Zelda how easily the woman was able to dive into her new role. But she pressed the anxiety from her and focused on using her office time to adjust her planner going forward.

Usually, the lunch hour was also reserved for students to speak privately to her if they so needed, but more often than not, it was a quiet time.

It was foolish to think she could fit anything further than a few hours of the evenings in Hell to dedicate to marking, but if she had to spend her time in the throne room mentally planning her lessons and sermons, then so be it.

A knock sounded at her office as she was mid-way through replanning Wednesday. Looking up, she noticed Melvin standing at her door, sheepishly looking at Lilith.

"H-hello Directrix Spellman. I'd wondered if you'd had time to review the extra-credit I submitted for Conjuring?"

Zelda placed her pen down and watched as the boy curiously flicked his eyes to Lilith, who was still happily sipping at tea and making notes in the textbook. From the few words that Zelda could read, Lilith wasn't writing in any modern language.

"The extra-credit you submitted on Monday? No, I haven't had time to review it, Melvin."

"Oh," he said, though he didn't look entirely dejected. "Um, you never introduced us to..." he trailed off and gestured to Lilith.

Lilith looked up from the textbook and briefly glanced at the boy before sharing an unimpressed look with Zelda.

"This is my cousin's granddaughter, Mary," Zelda said. "She'll be staying with us for a while."

"At the Academy?" he asked with far too much hope. Zelda couldn't help but feel some pity with him. Had Lilith been able to wander the grounds on her own, no doubt she would have devoured him, quite literally.

"With me," she clarified. "Was there something else you were after, Melvin?"

"I know how confusing the school can be, so I thought I might check if Mary needed any help getting used to the classes, or-"

"She's quite fine."

Melvin paled and stood up straight. "Of course. Um, thank you, Directrix," he said rather awkwardly before backing out of the office.

Lilith took another sandwich. "You know you should eat. You won't get a chance in Hell."

Zelda snatched at a sandwich and sat back in her chair. They would need to leave soon. She had hoped to run into Hilda before they left, but she would, no doubt, see her in the evening after classes.

"What if I brought food to Hell."

"Wouldn't work," Lilith reminded her, before pausing and looking up from her textbook. "Maybe canned food?"

Zelda waved the thought away. Canned food was for mortals who didn't have time outside of their tedious office work.

Maybe she would have something cured.

The day went by fast, and before long, she found herself in Hell again. This time, Lilith’s transportation was gentler. She admired the mark on Zelda’s neck as she undressed, and then chose an appropriate outfit for them both, before leading them to the throne room.

It was to be a long day, Zelda realised once the first Demon entered with his gaggle of under demons and began speaking the longest monologue Zelda had ever been disgraced with.

An hour must have past as she shifted her feet, trying to ease the ache growing in her back from standing so tall behind the throne. It didn't help that the dress Lilith had chosen for her today was heavier than the previous one, and also required Zelda to wear stays underneath it.

It wasn't that it was laced too tightly, but it was starting to pinch under her arms, and she couldn't shift until the current demon left the throne room, but going by his current rant, she expected they were only halfway through his problems.

Zelda glance to her right, noticing that even Lilith was looking exhausted by this. Her lips were drawn back in a near snarl for the demon to just get to the fucking point. (He was from the sixth circle, and they tended to talk around in circles, likely due to their more frequent dealings with politicians and mortal priests).

"-which as you can understand is completely unacceptable. For one, we don't even deal with that kind down there. As you know, we deal with a far more elite kind of persons, though they tend to be a bit chatty and––” Zelda pushed her tongue to the back of her teeth, stifling the yawn before it could show on her face.

During the current court session, Zelda had already finished the outline of her sermon and ran over three more times to be sure it was memorised for when she had a spare moment to write it down.

"Enough!" Lilith snapped.

Zelda turned to face her. The woman was snarling now as she rose to her feet. Perhaps she’d misjudged the expression.

"Are you telling me that you've promised ten thousand of our souls to some backwater realm that no one worships any more?"

The demon slunk backwards a step, before remembering himself. The gaggle of lesser demons at his feet crept behind his shadow to cower from the Mother of Demons. “My lady, if you'd-"

"What did they provide, Sabnock? What do you lack in Hell?”

"They provided old secrets in turn."

"Secrets?" Lilith hissed, raising her brow. "What secrets did they have that were worth ten thousand souls?"

Zelda watched as his large chest swelled up as he stood tall. "The contract was made, and so it must be kept."

"Was is agreed to by the Dark Lord?" Lilith asked as she stepped forward, to the front of the dais, "or did you come to the decision thinking of how pleased He might be, only to realise that you'd been swindled and it might be best if you withheld the truth until they came to collect?"

The demon was quiet, standing tall but Zelda could see his tail flicking underneath his coat. "The deal was made after the Dark Lord left to the Earthen plane."

"I see." Lilith had gone still in a way that reminded Zelda of a snake waiting to strike. The silence remained, uncomfortably long, and then the demon stepped backwards, looking as though he was about to cast a spell. He had only drawn a single breath when Lilith flicked her wrist.

A steel spike split from the ceiling, striking down through the demon's throat and pinning him to the ground where he twitched like a fly that had had its wings removed. The lesser demons began to scatter, but as they did, Lilith flicked both hands this time, and they all fell at once with a horrible cracking noise.

Zelda recoiled at the sudden impact, her mouth parting in horror.

A tightness tugged at her, and Zelda realised she’d been too focused on the creature to notice Lilith’s descent down the stairs. The woman paused on the last stair, waiting for her to move.

Zelda quickly followed Lilith, descending the steps with her as she walked over to the Demon Prince and watched him squirm as ichor ran down the spike. Lilith’s heels were sharp on the marble floor, and Zelda felt her heart in her throat with each step as they grew closer and closer to the twitching demon. He was alive, but for how long?

Lilith sneered at him, "You've disappointed me. I should burn your kingdom to ashes for this."

The demon convulsed, a strange sound garbled through his throat, but whatever he was trying to say was lost against the steel spike.

Lilith made a disgusted noised before she stepped back and walked away, through to a set of double doors. Zelda followed after her, though she would prefer to be far away from the witch after witnessing what she had.

The gallery they walked through was terrifying, with strange creatures heads mounted to the walls and a carpet the squelched underneath her feet. Lilith led the way with a particular stiffness in her spine that kept Zelda silent, unwilling to voice her concern. She knew of Lilith’s power, had read about it, had witnessed it when the woman had bound Lucifer still.

But to see it like that was another thing entirely.

They pushed through a set of doors into a hall, crossing straight across to a simple wooden door that led into a circular stairway, dimly lit by torches on the wall.

Zelda wanted to demand where they were going, but she didn't know what the woman would do if she said anything, and right now, it was all Zelda could do to focus on descending.

The steps were damp and smelled of mildew and brimstone. Lilith's descent was sure and fast, but Zelda wasn't, she felt that at any moment she would slip and tumble down the stairs horribly and as such kept a hand on the cold wall as her other tried to hold her skirts up high enough that each step didn't trip over the material.

There was a tugging sensation again, and Lilith stopped on the stairs, her shoulders tense.

"Ten thousand souls," she hissed in the darkness. "What fool gives away ten thousand souls for secrets?" She turned to look up at Zelda as if only realising that she was there. "I wouldn't breathe a word of this ordeal to anyone, including your dear niece if you want to live."

"Hell is in no short supply of souls. Why is this such a concern?”

"It's not about the number of souls. It's that a deal was made without sanction. " Lilith raked a hand across her stomach and leant back again wall, suddenly looking very tired. "If Sabrina loses, there will be no haven on Hell or Earth," she said.

"Sabrina won't lose,"

Lilith turned, looking at Zelda. "Even if she wins, they won't accept her. She will need to break them into submission, likely go to war against them to quell whatever revolt comes out of this. And your niece may be powerful, but she is not ruthless enough to win a war against Hell. When I ruled, they didn’t nearly have enough votes to depose me, but it only took days to go against her.”

Zelda agreed, despite the fact it made her stomach twist uncomfortably at what that meant.

Sabrina had always been tenderhearted in a way witches rarely were. She was stubborn, insubordinate and proud, all traits that Zelda admired even when she found herself furious with the girl, but Sabrina's defining belief was that life was precious and worth preserving. No, Lilith was right, she wouldn't win a war against demons.

Maybe in a hundred years or so, Sabrina would grow to understand that not all life was created equally, but for now, she was just a teenager.

"Then you'll be ruthless for her," Zelda stated firmly. "You'll be her left hand, and when they fear you, they'll follow her."

"Fear me?" Lilith laughed before she began to ascend the stairs to stand in front of Zelda. "Don't you see? They don't fear me. They don't even respect me."

"So make them, was that not what you were doing before?"

Lilith shrugged. "I mean, what's the point? When little Sabrina ascends the throne and Caliban fails, they'll slaughter her and select some new prince to sit the throne until they grow bored of that one and on-and-on it'll go for the next millennia."

"Surely-"

"There's no 'surely' about it!” Zelda felt her back hit the wall as the woman pressed her hands onto the bodice of her dress, pressing her to the wall. "Maybe you and I will escape to the fae and hide out the rest of our lives there, bonded for all eternity. Or maybe you and I will just be the appetiser to their Feast of Feasts of dear, roasted Morningstar.” The woman’s face turned almost comically feral as she leant in. “I’ve heard that getting the eye whole is meant to provide wisdom."

Zelda felt her anger rise as she pushed the hands from her waist. "This is not some joke––!”

"No, it's not a joke or a game or whatever your niece thought when she decided on a whim to take the throne, and yet here we are, in Hell with a child deciding to spruce up a place with no understanding of its inhabitants while I try to soothe the masses who are close to deciding that there shouldn't be a throne in the first place."

Lilith's face shifted, revealing bone-deep exhaustion that hadn't been present in her face before. It cut at the edges of her eyes and sunk her shoulders, and with it, Zelda realised the truth.

"You did this for the Dark Lord."

"Well, he was never very much into paperwork, but he was able to frighten them all on his own. He could be terrifying when he wanted to."

"And the other times?" Zelda inquired.

Lilith looked away, a dark look on her eyes as she drew back from Zelda. "I did what was necessary, but don't get the wrong idea; Lucifer was still very much the driving force in that. With Sabrina's current cheerleading demeanour, she won't even make the Kings nervous about consequences."

"We need to do something."

"As it is, I'll need to lay some waste to Sabnock's land to teach them a lesson." There was a growl to her voice, and Zelda licked her lips, nervous at the idea of what that would mean.

"Is that where you're leading us?"

Lilith didn't answer her, only brushed past her on the stairs and continued to head down the endless stairwell.

"What of the kings, are you not meant to be meeting them soon?"

"I'm sure they'll get the message," Lilith answered over her shoulder.

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takara-kaneko · 4 years ago

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Fluffweek Day 2: Nightmare

To Continue with our Sevian fluff, @deijnar and I present you with our next story, only slightly late for Day 2 of @mmfluffweek

Without further ado, I hope you enjoy it!

Sevian Day 2: the Princess’ Problem

A scream dies in my throat as I startle up from my bed. On my neck there’s a cold layer of sweat, my breathing is ragged and my hands are shaking. To no surprise, I find my cheeks being wet as I touch them.

But the dream, the nightmare, that has shaken me so greatly, is escaping me. Not that I want to remember the pictures that made me cry in my sleep but it feels… kind of worse to not know. Like I am missing something important, like I have to know, like I should know…

I feel terrible. My skin is tingling in an unpleasant way, I am freezing and sweating at the same time. Before I can really think about it, I grab my phone and type a message.

WizardPrincess, 02:47

Are you still up by any chance?

SpaceKnight, 02:47

The Defender of Justice always hears the cries of those in need of him!

WizardPrincess, 02:48

That’s good because I really need you…

SpaceKnight, 02:48

What’s wrong? How can I help?

WizardPrincess, 02:50

Ah, actually I’m not sure, I just had a really bad nightmare I think and I just… really wanted to talk to you, is all ^^;; what is the Defender of Justice doing at this time of night?

SpaceKnight, 02:51

Do you want me to call you?

WizardPrincess, 02:52

That… would be wonderful but I don’t want to stop you from doing whatever you’re up to.

Incoming call…

SpaceKnight

The littlest hint of a smile appears on my face as my phone starts ringing in my hand immediately. “Hey there…”

Hearing his voice already calms down my frantically beating heart. “Hey, cutie. My godly senses tell me that my Wizard Princess had a nightmare tonight.”

A very short, weak chuckle escapes my lips as I slowly lay back down. “As always, your godly senses are perfectly right.”

There are some rummaging and rustling in the background but I only concentrate on his voice and try to calm down my breathing. At least my hands aren’t shaking anymore.

“Just hold on a little bit longer and your knight will be there.”

My eyes widen and I sit up straight again. “What? No! I’m sure you’re doing something important, you really don’t need to drive all the way over here just for this! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bother you…”

The answer is immediate and it causes my heart to skip a beat. “There’s nothing more important than making sure you’re okay, Viv.”

So much for getting it to beat calmly again…

I need a moment to let his words sink in before I take a deep breath and smile. “Okay. Drive safely.”

“My dear madame, the Defender of Justice always drives with the utmost safety.” The stern tone of his voice makes me laugh and I stifle it with my hand. As always, I decide to play along with his funny and, admittedly very cute, antics.

“But of course, how could I have forgotten this universally-known fact? Hopefully, you can forgive my sloppiness.” I’m so much into the act that I actually do a little bow despite the fact that he can’t see it.

“You are forgiven this time because you are in a compromised condition. It’s not the duty of a princess to know all of her humble servant’s qualities.” Although he is still talking in a playful manner to try to cheer me up, there is a deep, underlying softness in his voice that fills my chest with warmth and makes me feel a bit dizzy. And maybe that dizziness causes me to say something I normally wouldn’t dare to say out loud.

“But you’re not only my favorite servant, you’re my overall favorite person. I want to remember all the little, random facts about you!”

After realizing what I’ve just said, my eyes widen and I purse my lips. For a split second, I consider hanging up, feeling my cheeks heating up like crazy. But if I did, I wouldn’t be able to listen to him anymore… So I’ll just have to bear this awkwardness I’ve just caused.

The soft laugh that echoes through the speaker is more than enough to make it worth living through any kind of awkwardness as it speeds my heartbeat up again in the best possible way.

“Then tell me, what is it you want to know about your loyal knight, my princess?”

As I realize that this is a true chance to get to know something special about him, I take a moment to come up with a good question. So, first, I have to buy some time for myself. “Hmm, let’s start with something easy. When is your birthday and how old are you?” I should probably know these things but it’s 3 a.m. and I really can’t remember right now...

“It was the bright morning of June 11th when I was born. My mother was a simple milkmaid back in the 8th century, but she knew from that moment, I would be a knight.” His voice is giving away how much he dives into his own story and it causes the smile on my lips to grow. Texting him was obviously the best choice I could have possibly made. “Of course, it’s been over a century since then… So, to keep my identity hidden, I just claim to be 21.” Weirdly enough, the mysterious tone of his voice truly makes this silly story kind of intriguing. “But because you ask, I shall tell you the truth. My true age is 1,320! I look surprisingly young, wouldn’t you agree?”

To stay in character, I gasp dramatically. “1,320?? You truly don’t look your age! I can only imagine how many people you have saved in all those years!” As I say this, I make sure to separate the real information from his jokes in my head. I really want to remember this…

“I could tell you about the duke I heroically rescued. But none of my tasks so far have been nearly as important as the one to keep you safe.”

This statement makes me close my eyes and causes me to place a hand over my mouth to not let out the squeal that is trying to let him know how flustered and unique his words make me feel. It’s probably stupid but… I guess I just want to know.

“Have you ever protected a princess like me before?”

As soon as I’ve asked the question, I feel dumb for doing so. Even if he said yes… What exactly would that mean? And what do I expect to gain from this knowledge? Would I seem even more stupid if I took the question back…?

The longer the silence on the other end goes on, despite it being just a few seconds, the more nervous I get. “I’ve never gotten to protect a princess before. You’re my first, my lady.”

My breath hitches in my throat and once again, my cheeks heat up as my heart hammers against my chest. The butterflies in my stomach dance with each other and whirl around, causing an excited tingling in me that I have never felt before. This feeling is exactly like I’ve read so many times in my novels before.

“I’m really glad it was you who first found out I’m a princess so you’re also the first and only one to be my knight.” Hopefully, he can even understand what I’m saying, my voice is barely more than a whisper anymore.

According to the sigh of relief that reaches my ear, he did. “And I’m glad I found you too.” I take in a sharp breath, hoping he overhears it due to the dull noise in the background. “By the way, you want to let me in?”

Prompted by the soft knock on the door that accompanies his question, I jump out of bed so quickly that the room around me starts to spin for a short moment. Impatiently, I hurry to the door and end the call, eager to be able to not only hear his soothing, lighthearted voice but also see his sparkling eyes.

Without a second of hesitation, I tear open the door. But as soon as my eyes lock with his, I freeze in place. There’s nothing I want more at this moment than to wrap my arms around him but… would that be weird?

When his gaze lands on me, he lowers his phone from his ear. “I said I’d always be here for you, Vivian.” And as if these words weren’t enough to fulfill my dearest wish, he also takes the one step forward that is needed to close the distance between us and he embraces me in the most heartfelt, tight hug I have ever had.

Unable to put the simply inexplicable feeling that is surging through me at this moment into words that would even slightly do it justice, I lean into his touch and hide my face in his neck, holding him as close as possible. “Thank you.”

“And if the magical powers of this hug aren’t enough, I also brought you some mochi.” Maybe the light kiss he places on the top of my head would have caused my brain to stop working entirely only hours ago but right now it fills me with nothing but happiness and I fully relish in the sensation of his lips against my skin.

“I doubt I need anything but you right here to feel fine but the mochi is still greatly appreciated.” With a chuckle, I reluctantly let go of him. “Come in, I can’t leave my knight standing in the hallway!”

His chuckle makes me feel even more at peace. “I’ll follow wherever you want me to go. And we can share the mochi!!”

With a grin on my face, I motion for him to step inside. “In that case, I want you to follow me to the living room so we can share the mochi and the couch!”

We enter the room together and he prepares the couch for us, placing and fluffing up the pillows to create a perfect, comfortable nest while I bring my fluffiest blanket. By the time we are seated on the couch, I’ve calmed down completely and my eyes keep falling shut. Too sleepy to be shy about it, I snuggle against him and lean my head against his shoulder as he puts his arm around me. But before I drift off to sleep, I still get to take a little bite of the mochi he offers to me.

“This is really sweet…” I mumble with a content smile, my eyes closing as I wrap my arms around him too.

***

I stroke her hair until she falls back asleep. And while I never have had much good luck, I wish with all the power in me, that her dreams this time around will be pleasant.

Maybe it's because it is so late, or maybe because she's so warm and soothing, sleeping next to me; but I feel comfort that I never have before.

With my eyelids getting heavy, I stop to look at Vivian. Her small body is resting comfortably. It's impossible for me to feel anything but at ease with her, apparently, even in her sleep.

Careful not to stir her, I place my hand over my lips, catching the kiss I want to give her. And with trembling fingers, I gingerly place my hand-caught kiss to her lips. Gliding my hand to stroke her cheek, a sudden wave of exhaustion falls over me.

My eyes fall shut and my mind is being lulled to the rhythmic sounds of her breathing. Maybe sleep like this would be better for both of us.

#mysme #mystic messenger #mystic messenger fanfiction #707 #mysme fanfiction #mystic messenger fanfic #mysme fanfic #mystic messenger 707 #mm 707 #mysme fluff #mmfluffweek2020

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bangtan-sonyeonddaeng · 5 years ago

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Hoseok Scenario| Your parents try to put you in an arranged marriage

You and Hoseok are laying in bed together when your parents call you to announce that they are going to have you meet a guy they had picked out for you, to potentially be your husband. You immediately laughed. You couldn’t help it. The idea of an arranged marriage was so ridiculous to you that you honestly thought they were joking. You were laughing almost hysterically into the phone of the absurdity of it all while Hoseok is looking at you, rather perplexed.

“Why are you laughing y/n?” You wipe a stray tear from your eye that was a result of your laughing too hard.

“Because that was a really funny joke, Dad. Now let’s go get dinner shall we?”

“Y/n your father and I are not joking. We want you to at least meet this young man and see if you like him, give him a chance he’s good for you.” When you realize they are serious your mood quickly turns sour.

“Absolutely not. You know who is good for me? Hoseok. My boyfriend. Or have you both forgotten that I am already seeing someone?” Hoseok looks at you now with a dejected look on his face, figuring out what this conversation must be about. He sighs and turns over to face the wall.

“Listen, y/n we know how much you like him-”

“Love. I don’t like him, I love him.”

“Right. We know how much you care for him..” Their refusal to acknowledge your feelings for him are just making you increasingly annoyed. “But do you honestly think he is someone you can be with long term? He has such a busy lifestyle with his career and there is no guarantee it is going to last. What if the company decides not to sign them on again? Then how is he going to support you?”

“I can support myself just fine thanks.”

“Stop being stubborn.”

“I’m not being stubborn I am just not going to tolerate you bad mouthing my boyfriend while refusing to take my feelings into consideration.”

“We just want what’s best for you-”

“And what’s best for me is him!” You hear for father sigh heavily and curse under his breath.

“You’re coming to dinner tomorrow to meet him and that is final. I won’t hear another word about this.” You throw your phone onto the bed, hanging it up in the process.

“They’re fucking off their rocker if they think I am ever going to agree to that.” You hear a quiet sniffle and turn to see that Hoseok is now curled up, facing the wall hugging his knees to his chest. “Hobi, I’m so sorry you had to hear all that.” You move to wrap your arms around his waist and pull him into you but he moves away from your touch. Your heart sinks.

“What if they’re right?”

“I’m sorry what?”

“Maybe you should give this other guy a chance.. Maybe he would be better for you than me.”

“Jung Hoseok how can you even say that? You want me throw this last year down the drain for some random guy?!”

“I don’t want to cause problems between you and your parents..”

“We had problems before we met Hobi and we will continue to have problems with one another. They were expecting a perfect obedient child and got me instead. We always butt heads on everything.” You reach for his hand and lace your fingers together. He allows this, and sighs contently. “You know I’d never leave you right?” When you don’t receive a response and see him shrug his shoulders you huff, and poke your fingers into his side causing him to yelp and jump away from you. “I said right?”

“Sure.”

“That’s it.” You mercilessly tickle his sides. Hoseok bursts into laughter and continues to squirm away from you until he’s dangerously close to the edge of the bed. You see him begin to topple over and grab him, doing your best to keep him on the bed but he ends up grabbing you and taking you onto the floor with him. Your head resting on his chest as he continues to shake with laughter. You glance up at him, admiring the smile that is now on his face and you can’t help but lean up and press a kiss to his lips. Hoseok’s hands fly to your hips gripping them tightly as you deepen the kiss.

“Hobi you know I love you right?”

“Yeah.. I do. “

“And you know I would never leave you either.”

“Yes I do know that.”

“Then you have no reason to be worried. I’m not going to that dinner tomorrow. I’m going to spend the entire day with you and I am turning my phone off so we won’t be interrupted.

“Your parents are going to be really mad y/n... Maybe you should at least go just to placate them?”

“Absolutely not. I’m not going to give them or this guy false hope. I made my point very clear to them and that’s never going to change. I want to be with you, and only you.” Hoseok brings his hand up to the back of your neck and pulls you down into another kiss.

“I love you y/n. So much.” You smile and kiss his forhead.

“We should probably get off the floor now. Your backs going to start hurting.”

“I’m fine. Let’s just stay here for a little while longer.. Please? I don’t want to let go of you right now.”

“Okay.” You tug the blanket down off the bed and drape it over the both of you. You rest your head on his chest and he traces shapes on your back with his finger. You nuzzle into his chest and before long you have fallen asleep.

“Jagi.. are you awake?” When Hoseok receives no response from you he carries on with his confession to you. “I know you said that I have nothing to worry about.. but the thoughts are still there. Although holding you in my arms like this helped me realize something. If there ever comes a day when your parents are serious about this arranged marriage thing and try to enforce it.. I will do everything to fight for you. We’ll elope if we have to. I just can’t lose you.”

“You won’t lose me. I’m here to stay.” You mumble quietly before another snore escapes you. Hoseok chuckles and moves his hand to the back of your head, running his fingers through your hair.

“That’s all I could ever want in life.”

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ren-c-leyn · 5 years ago

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Curse of the New Lands

Fusion story time! This is one I’ve been wanting to write for a while now, and I’ve finally figured out how I want to tackle it!

It’s made up of this prompt by @thewholekitandkabobble, this prompt by @humdrummoloch, these 1,2,3 prompts by @scandy-inspo, these 1,2 by @givethispromptatry, and these 1,2,3,4,5 by @thependragonwritersguild.

Okay, some warnings, this is an angstier piece with deaths, a battle, and an ancient being that is done putting up with mortals’ crap. As usual, I didn’t go into a lot of detail on the gore, but there is blood and some wounds mentioned.

I sat in the darkness of my cell. It had been days since I had been tossed in and no one was quite sure what to do with me. As far as any could tell, I had done no wrong, but none would believe my tale. And so I sat, waiting to retell my side of the story again.

The heavy metal door creaked open and was followed by the sounds of metal boots. I turned in my corner so I was facing the bars. To my shock, it was not another officer, nor some random small-town official type. No, the crowned prince of the empire himself had come to grace this grubby jail, flanked on either side by armed and armored royal guard.

He stopped in front of the cell before looking back at the jailer.

“This is the soldier?”

“Yes, your highness,” she said stiffly.

He gave a small nod before looking me in the eyes.

“Leave us.”

“Your highness, I...”

He looked back at her.

“That is an order.”

She sighed before bowing. Then, she marched out, followed by the guard. The prince waited for them to leave before looking back to me.

“I read through the reports of your previous interviews.... They said you lied.”

“Worse. I told the truth.”

He hummed.

“We shall see about that.”

His hands glowed as he cast a spell on me. Though I didn’t feel any different at the end of it, he seemed content.

“Could you recite the tale once more for me? I would like to hear it spoken in your own words and not modified by anyone else.”

I gave a nod.

“Of course, Your highness. Where would you like me to begin?”

“The day the legion left the outpost, for I have all of the details of the weeks prior to that confirmed and collaborated.”

My head tipped into another nod. It took a moment to collect my thoughts and pull the memories I’d been trying to shove aside to mind. When I found myself on the verge of backing out, I cleared my throat and drug the words, one by one, out of my throat.

“I had never believed those stories. You know, the ones they tell back in the homeland about this place. The new world holds ancient curses, they say. There’s monsters that would swallow dragons whole, I was told. Ancient beings that even gods would turn tail and run from, they whispered. But those were the kind of stories being bounced around as we began our march into the desert. The mood wasn’t calm, it was tense, fearful. None of us knew this land, none of us knew what we were getting into. All we had were the stories.”

I shifted against the wall, trying to get something resembling comfort as I began to actually get into the tale.

“Three days passed, and it was miserable. Freezing at night, burning during the day, all you ever wanted was water, but it was all rationed strictly. There was life everywhere, but not much you could eat outside of your rations, with everything else being spiny or poisonous. It was on that forth day, that forth day is when everything went to the hells.”

The prince leaned forward slightly at this.

“And what happened? What happened on that day?”

My body felt like it was burning as the memories all flooded back. I tilted my head, trying to block out the ringing of clashing steel in my ears.

“It was... quiet. There wasn’t animal sound in the morning that day. It was weird because, because I remember complaining about the insects. They love the morning and the night, you see. But it started to warm up, and nothing happened. No shadows, no howling monsters, the sun just rose and cast the sands in the most beautiful colors. I watched the sunrise, watched it all the way through til it started to get hot again. With the blazing sun overhead, temperature ever increasing; I said the words I thought I never would.And I lived to regret it. ‘This place is more beautiful than scary. I wouldn’t mind living here.’”

I laughed, laughed as I repeated my own foolish, naive words.

“The orcs put an end to that sentiment fairly quickly! We were ambushed at the foot of a lone mountain. Beautiful place, made up of a pale stone with actual greenery on it. But the battle below it was anything but. The orcs aren’t a stupid people, Your highness, they have brains to go with their brawn, but not much in the way of morals or fairness. We were being torn apart, figuratively and literally. By the time we were able to rally, a great deal of our number were already cut down.”

“So it was the orcs that made the entire legion vanish?” he asked, though something in his tone told me that he didn’t believe it for a second.

“No, Your highness, it was not the orcs, but what came after.”

“Continue.”

I gave him a nod, but stayed quiet for a moment. That sound, that sound made the entire prison feel cold. But I had to finish. I had gotten through this mad tale several times before, and I could handle one more go of it.

“This is the part where people start calling me mad, or sun-touched. Perhaps I am, or perhaps those tales were more true than I had thought them. In either case, the battle was well underway when it happened, and we had just started driving the orcs back when soft bell chimed, overpowering the clash of metal against metal, and I turned to see a person float down to the battlefield. As they touched the ground a concussive ripple fanned out, knocking down every soldier, myself included. From the rocks I had landed in I watched the rest of the warriors struggle to stand. Another ripple forced them to the ground once more.”

I cleared my throat again and tried to mimic the voice the best I could.

“‘You dare squabble at the foot of my mountain?’ The figure’s voice rung out, clear as day, even from the edge of the battlefield, where I was laying. It wasn’t particularly loud, either, it just sounded like he was speaking to my face. It was even more unsettling when I realized... it was a small boy.”

“A child?” the prince asked, eyes widening slightly.

I guessed they hadn’t put that in the reports.

“A boy,” I confirmed with a nod. “And the orcs were terrified of him. They all scrambled to their feet and started running, but the ground rippled again and knocked them all on their backsides. The orc leader shouted something in their native tongue to him, but I couldn’t tell you what it meant. A plea for mercy, maybe.... But whatever it was, it only seemed to anger the child. He growled something at all of us in orcish. As he did, the sands started stirring.”

I paused for a moment, trying to sort out the mess of events in my head. It had all happened so quickly that there hadn’t been time to process it all. Even now, I couldn’t sort out the entire thing.

“The general shouted for a retreat, and I think the orc leader did as well. Everyone from both sides of the battle started to crawl away.Some were getting to their feet without falling, but things were going dark. Now, you’d think we had enough. But even covered in blood, crawling on our knees, there was more to come. It started with the whine of wind, and the dust rose higher and higher. Blinding our vision. People, all around collapsed. And as the darkness dotted my vision, my feet giving in; I saw it. I saw a light more intense than the sun. The heat got more intense and people were screaming. Clouds of fire lingered above us and the voice of the child growled at us all again.”

“What did he say?” the prince asked, now leaning against the bars of my cell.

“Something about sacred grounds, a pact, and crimes. I don’t know, something about his voice was making my head fuzzy and making my vision blur. I didn’t know what to do, so I crawled. I crawled away from the battlefield in a random direction, leaving the screams and the darkness and the fire behind me. Mind you, I wasn’t the only one. Many were running and crawling, but the ground started pulsing again, knocking all of us for a couple of loops. Still, I kept going, trying not to listen to the screams and shouts.”

I sighed heavily, sink down the wall a bit.

“It was useless, though. When everything went quiet, I looked back, only seeing sandstorm, and looked forward only to see a white-robed figure in front of me. I looked up to meet the boy’s gaze and found myself frozen to the spot. The child had ancient eyes and a cold stare. In one hand was the most beautiful sheath I had ever seen, and a blade that went up to his chest was in the other.”

“What happened then? How did you survive?”

I looked the prince in the eyes, just staring for a moment.

“I begged. I begged for my life.But it didn’t help me, it’s not what saved me. He just glared at me with so many years worth of anger and said ‘Do you believe you deserve mercy?” He tapped his sword’s sheath against the ground. “Do you honestly think I should spare you? That the world would be better if you still lived?’ “

“And what did you say to him?” the prince asked, his voice quiet.

“At first, I said nothing. What could I say? But then, the words just tore themselves out of my throat, almost against my will. I don’t know what I was thinking, maybe I am sun-touched, but I said ‘Do it. I know you’re going to, so just get it over with.’”

He rose his eyebrows in surprise before eyeing me.

“But he let you go?”

I shook my head.

“Not exactly. He did, in fact, bring the sword down to bear on me. Stabbed me in the back as I laid pitifully on the desert sands. Pretty sure the only thing that saved my life was that I inherited my grandfather’s Armor Rings and had enough brains to wear them at the time.”

“That explains the wound and your survival, but what of the bodies?”

I shrugged.

“That... I cannot tell you. When I woke up, early morning, the sands all red from the light, I was half-buried in sand but still alive. I fought my way to my feet and looked all around, but everything was as smooth, quiet, and beautiful as it had been the morning before. I thought about calling out, seeing if anyone else had made it, but I was too afraid of the child’s wrath to make a noise. Instead, I started the journey back with what little supplies I still had on me.”

The prince stared at me for a moment longer before nodding.

“The spell has registered truthful the entire time, so I shall arrange your release.”

“Thank you... Oh, and your highness.”

“Yes?”

“If you plan on staying in these lands long, start listening to the stories. They’re true, even the one that says you can hear the song of the wilderness when you’re wounded. Because the entire time I was limping and crawling back to here, the sand was laughing and singing in my ears.”

He stared at me for a second before dipping his head into a nod.

“I shall keep that in mind.”

And with that, he left me to my memories.

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