#crying at the dining table while watching their livestream

[fromsoa]

sparkler 🎇

[three-realms-archive]

Unhinged™

(inspired by this post by @leniisreallycool. the pure madness of obey me is the reason why I typically write chaotically-comedic slice-of-life scenarios; because i can honestly write these guys doing the stupidest things and argue that it might as well be canon, these dorks. anime canon, tho. the anime is just another beast of its own to the game ahahaha.)

(so while this may not be anime canon-level obey me content, i hope it comes close. if they’ve actually done any of these and i just haven’t experienced it in-game yet, let me know! it only proves my point.)

There was a time when Solomon brought an extremely-long baguette everywhere with him, insisting it was his magic wand. Even as the days turned to weeks, and the bread crust turned to mould, Solomon would still carry it around everywhere; unbothered by the rancid smell and waving it like a idol group light-stick whenever he spoke an incantation. Then, one day, he showed up at RAD with sandwiches to share. Sandwiches… with suspiciously green and white bread. Turns out, this whole thing was Solomon’s interpretation of dry-aging.

Belphegor and Asmodeus have an ongoing vlog series on Deviltube called ‘Beauty Sleep’. They go somewhere trendy, find some inappropriate place for Belphie to sleep, and Asmo takes some #aesthetic shots whilst timing how long Belphie can nap before being kicked out. It’s incredibly popular and sometimes features cameos from the exchange students and the other Avatars of Sin. Once, a subscriber milestone came with a special surprise: a live-streamed episode of Beauty Sleep in the Demon Lord’s Castle! They never got caught, because Diavolo was busy watching the livestream in his room - too invested to realise it was his own house.

The dining table in the main room of the House of Lamentation has its own fandom on the DevilNet. There are multiple fansites speculating the exact materials used to make it; the exact number of fasteners it uses; and, most especially, its exact length. There are posts, blogs and entire DevilTube deep-dive videos centred around the mystery of how long the table is. This is because, in every piece of media involving the table, it appears a different length despite the decorations and location remaining the same. What the Devildom doesn't know is that the table was made retractable shortly after MC arrived in the Devildom. It was a custom job, done solely so that the table could be used as a runway for a makeshift fashion show (Asmo and Mammon's idea) the brothers held with human world clothes one time MC was feeling homesick.

Once, for a whole month, Mammon dedicated himself to creating a new currency. For the first week, he was an absolute menace, stealing metal objects (like small screws or unused kitchen utensils) around the house to melt down and form into coins of his own design. Beel cried for five days over the lack of cutlery and Asmo kept shrieking whenever he realised he’d had another piece of jewellery had been stolen from him. The rest of the month was spent attempting to rope people into investing; then failing; then celebrating because he had so much of his money to himself; and finally crying because none of it would be accepted at stores.

When he had first gotten into reading books, Satan started a website called ‘Ampbook’ where demons could upload personal writing projects, as well as comment on and share them, too. It’s now incredibly popular, especially amongst younger demons, and is well-known for romance. Well. Much to Satan’s chagrin, it was actually better-known for romance… and fanfiction. He’s constantly torn between allowing his beloved site users their freedom of expression, or immediately taking down any fanfics shipping MC with any of his other brothers. He’s also faked MC x Satan as the most trending tag, permanently.

The height of Beel’s appreciation for Leviathan was shortly after MC’s arrival into the Devildom. They had introduced Levi to an anime centred around four students in a high school swimming team; including a protagonist who Beel thought had a dubiously-intimate love of water. Regardless, Levi tried out for the RAD swimming team - got in and won a bunch of gold medals - and then proceeded to quit the team after a new, different anime he had been waiting for came out. All in the span of a week. To Levi's disdain, Beel brings this up at least once a month: by parading a handmade display of Levi's medals and a framed photo of his older brother in a swimsuit around RAD, showing it off to everyone who asked. And everybody asked. Maybe not so much for the medals.

[blu-joons]

BTS Reaction: You’re Their Little Sister

Jin:

As soon as you walked into the studio, Jin was in front of you, greeting you with a giant hug, wrapping an arm around you. “I can’t believe you’re finally in Seoul to visit me, there’s so much that I want to show you.”

“Calm down,” you giggled.

“I’m fine,” he assured you, walking you down a corridor. “I’ll show you the dance room first.”

“Is that because the boys are there?” You questioned, peering in through a door. “I see, offload your sister as soon as you can.”

His head shook, opening up the door, “I’ve got a few more things I want to sort out for you, so they are trusted to keep an eye on you whilst I make sure everything is perfect.”

“Jin, I’ve come to visit you, you don’t need to do anything over the top for me, I’m happy just to be here and have a good look around.”

His chuckled lightly, squeezing onto your hand tightly. “I’ve waited so long for mum and dad to trust you to come and visit me, I want your visit to be special.”

“It will be special Jin, just being here is enough for me, stay here for a while,” you encouraged him, dragging him back into the room.

“You’ve always been a bossy teenager.”

Yoongi:

The two of you were swarmed by fans as soon as you stepped out, Yoongi didn’t mind being pushed around, but he refused to let anyone touch you. “Get your hands off my sister and let her move, stop trying to touch her.”

“Yoongi, help,” you whimpered.

“Keep walking,” he instructed, guiding you out of the crowd, “don’t stop walking, keep going.”

“What on earth was all of that?” You asked once the two of you were out of the worst of it, “I didn’t realise how crazy your fans were.”

He sighed, pecking your cheek, “I’m sorry you had to go through all that, I shouldn’t have put you in such a vulnerable position, you’d never act like that even at their age.”

“You’re my brother, I’m not a mad crazy fan obsessed with your life, obsessed with your life, that’s the difference,” you told him.

He smirked across at you, admiring your sarcasm, “hopefully we can enjoy the rest of our day together now that that is over and done with.”

“I don’t know how you live with that day in, day out, it’s too much for me,” you giggled, following as he led you down the road to the store.”

“Honestly, it’s too much for me too.”

Hoseok:

He called your name, hearing you walk up the stairs into his bedroom, watching him talking to the livestream he had on. “Why don’t you come and say hello to the fans, they’ve not seen you for quite some time.”

“Hi,” you giggled, waving.

“She’s shy,” he teased, pulling up a chair for you, “the fans ask what it is like having me home.”

“Terrible,” you laughed, “he keeps stealing all my stuff, I’ve nearly ran out of face masks because he sneaks in my room and gets them.”

Hobi gasped, shaking his head at you and the camera. “I’ll admit, I might have taken a couple, but you always have really nice ones, and I’ve got a handsome face to maintain.”

“I think your fans would argue that you are always handsome,” you smiled, looking through the comments, “see they love your face, I don’t know why.”

He smirked, tickling against your side making you squirm, “she loves me really, she just likes to pretend that she doesn’t like me for the camera.”

“It’s not pretending, you’re a terrible brother,” you chuckled, watching his head shake, “stop stealing my stuff, then I’ll like you.”

“I’d rather just steal your stuff.”

Namjoon:

He was frantic walking around the airport waiting for you to arrive, he sat and waited for you to walk through arrivals, greeting you finally with a tight hug. “How was your flight? Did you get here safely? Do you need anything?”

“I’m fine,” you spoke.

“Sorry,” he giggled, taking your case, “I’m just really excited to have you here in America for a bit.”

“I’m excited to be here and see all the things you’re getting up to,” you told him, smiling up at him, “how’s the tour been so far?”

He nodded, as he grin widened, “it’s been incredible, the fans have been insane, but the best is definitely to come now that you’re finally here to enjoy it.”

“Smooth,” you teased, hitting his arm, “mum and dad told me to say hi too and make sure you’re taking good care of your diet and health.”

He smirked, nothing changed within his family, “you can tell them I am doing well and taking excellent care of myself, they’ve got nothing to worry about.”

“What about the rest of the boys? I suppose you’ve told them that I’m coming?” You questioned, watching his head nod in response.”

“They’re excited to see you too.”

Jimin:

His figure appeared behind you, looking across at the stack of homework you had in front of you, sitting at the dining table. “I can’t remember the last time I did science; it was my worst subject in school, I hated it.”

“So, do I,” you replied.

“Can I help you at all?” He asked, sitting down beside you, “I remember a couple of things about it.”

“Depends, how do you fancy sitting a biology exam for me tomorrow morning?” You asked, sniggering as his eyes widened, and his head shook.

His arm wrapped around you, “sorry sis, but I’ve got much better, and less boring things to do tomorrow, but I can help you revise?”

“Do you know what that might not be such a bad idea,” you told him, handing him a few of your test papers, “ask me questions on all of these.”

He read through a few of them, tutting at some of the questions, “is it really necessary for you to know all of this, none of it is any good to me now.”

“We can’t all be worldwide singers, some of us have to learn in order to get a career,” you reminded him, encouraging him to start.

“Yeah, you’re definitely the smarter sibling.”

Taehyung:

He smiled widely as he answered your call only to see the tears roll down your cheeks, feeling his heart break as he saw you. “Y/N, what’s happened? Why are you getting all upset, are you missing me again?”

“Just boys,” you spoke.

“What’s his name?” He demanded, feeling his anger grow, “do I need to come home and fight.”

“Don’t be stupid Tae, you’d never fight a fly,” you slightly laughed, “I just don’t understand why all boys are so stupid and idiotic.”

He chuckled, running a hand through his hair. “All boys?” He squeaked, watching you nod your head, “it’s just an age thing Y/N, they’ll mature soon.”

“They don’t see how unfairly they treat girls, and now I have to spend every day at school sat beside him,” you groaned, stressing yourself out.

Taehyung sighed, “you’ve just got to try not to let it get to you, be the bigger person and show him exactly what he’s missing out on, because you’re perfect.”

“I wish that were true Tae, but clearly he didn’t want me,” you sobbed, trying desperately not to cry again in front of your brother.

“Any guy would be lucky to have you.”

Jungkook:

You sighed heavily as you walked into your home, seeing Jungkook sat at the dining table, with your parents sat either side of him. “I bet you didn’t expect to see me,” he spoke as you ran towards him, hugging him tightly.

“I didn’t,” you chuckled.

“Thought I’d stop by,” he whispered into your ear, “I wanted to check and see how you all were.”

“I can’t believe you’re here, aren’t you supposed to be going on tour soon?” You questioned, feeling your feet land back onto the ground.

He nodded, smiling down at you, “I’ve got a few days off beforehand, and I thought where else in the world would I like to go, aside from home.”

“It’s so good to see you,” you told him, studying the few changes he’s made, his hair was longer, and a new tattoo was added, “so, how long are you going to be here for?”

He looked back at your parents, smiling weakly, “only a few days, but I thought it was better than nothing, just to make sure you were behaving yourself too.”

“It’s a nice surprise to see you, I don’t care how long you are here for,” you told him, hugging his tall frame tightly.”

“Why don’t you fill me in on what I’ve missed.”

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Masterlist

[bayrut]

thoughts on me 😌 jk Okay, thoughts on every solo album from each former member of one direction (but just the ones you wanna do, don’t do anything that makes you uncomfortable 👉🏽👈🏽)

thoughts on ceci: truly iconic i love her. best gifs, edits. funniest person. sweatest heart ever. deserves better. underrated.

i put my thoughts on each solo album under a cut because it got very long (took me 30 mins to write) and sorry i did not proof read i wanna go shower

okay let’s gooo

mind of mine-zayn: i’m gonna be honest, back when it came out i didn’t love it because it wasn’t my music style at all (still isn’t) but i knew it was good. like music can be good even if it’s not my style you know? but i had a few tracks i really loved a lot (for example, it’s you, she, intermission:flower, truth) that i loved a lot. but i have been relistening to the album for the last year and i think it’s really growing on me. but i still dislike pillowtalk, haven’t heard it since it came out, and probably never will again sorry i do not like it

hs1-h: when it came out i listened to it like 1 time, some songs i couldn’t finish, and i honestly don’t remember what they sound like (meet me in the hallway, carolina, only angel, kiwi, ever since new york, woman), the rest (sign of the times, two ghosts, sweet creature, from the dining table) i was like okay, maybe they’ll grow on me, so i listened to them for a while, maybe a month or two, still, they did not grow on me. some of the lyrics are quite sexist imo and make me uncomfortable. then i didn’t listen to them at all, apart for sott since it was played on radios etc. i heard hs1 one last time (not completely, only partly) around july 2018 because i watched a livestream of his last show? but i got bored halfway so didn’t watch it all. it was his only live show i’ve seen videos off. i’ve never heard those two unreleased songs he used to sing live ever (medecine, anna)

flicker-niall: i would like to send a kiss to mr niall james horan i love this album so much!! okay not all songs, but the majority make me feel so warm and i love them!! shout out to this town, seeing blind, paper houses, since we’re alone, flicker, and on my own. i don’t really like on the loose and slow hands, but not because they’re bad, i just can’t relate to them oops. also the orchestra version? amazing, probably the best decision niall has ever done his entire life!!! in conclusion, i love it, what a great opening for his career, iconic, i knew niall would deliver, but, it deserved better.

icarus falls-zayn: thank you king for all this good food i love it. no but really, zayn was like here’s 30 songs enjoy! like wow awesome. ok i don’t love the collabs on it, tbh i don’t listen to them. i like the vibe of the album, the story, the visual videos, etc a lot. it’s a very different feel from mind of mind, very refreshing, i love it a lot. although it’s thirty!!! songs, it leaves me at the edge of my seat asking for more, i can’t wait for his third album. my faves are definitely: let me, natural, common, stand still, flight of the stars, there you are, i don’t mind, satisfaction, entertainer, good years. it has a feel of a 3am drive with a friend, but you’re both not talking and you’re both going nowhere. that sad summer nostalgia. love it, makes me wanna cry.

lp1-liam: i honestly liked liam’s ep, and his singles, a lot better than his album. but he didnt write too many songs on them, it’s a bit weird because i can’t really judge liam’s music from it, since i don’t think it’s completely him. remember and heart meet break are probably my two faves from it.

fine line-h: thank God i have not heard any of those songs, and i hope i never will. i’ve read lyrics of it. very sexist i hate it thanks and can he stop singing about fruit? i like eating fruit he’s ruining it for me

heartbreak weather-niall: okay tbh the teasers were so cute and i was very excited for this album, the whole story concept etc, the colours etc. still to this day idk if i prefer flicker or HW because they’re both really good!! i think in terms of music, you can see a clear evolution from flicker to HW, he improved a lot. but still i love flicker because the songs make me wanna cry. some songs i can’t relate to at all: small talk, arms of a stranger, new angel, etc because niall is horny (which is valid but i’m asexual). but surprisingly i’m addicted to small talk from his live performance... makes me wanna scream i love it. my faves are heartbreak weather, dear patience, everywhere, still. i think still is the best song niall has ever written ever he can’t possibly outshine it it’s too good. 

walls-louis: ok i did them all in chronological order but left walls for the end because i just!!!! love it so much i will cry. there are only 2 artists for which i can not skip any songs at all and louis is one of them i’m not exaggerating. any other artists i like (even like, mika) have made some song-mistakes. louis no. never. never has and never will i know it in my heart. walls means so much to me but before i get into that can i just say i love the 4 pre walls songs???? they deserved better rest in peace 2017!lt1. ok so now walls. it is so personal, the lyrics are so so clever, the music is beautiful. my faves are kill my mind, don’t let it break your heart, two of us, we made it, too young, walls, habit, always you, fearless, perfect now, defenceless, only the brave, (and yes i am adding the japan bonus tracks because i am BITTER), just hold on, miss you. yes i did just list the whole album no i do not care you are not allowed to complain about that. this summer at work i was so bored i’d just sit in the sun and sing all of louis’ discography in my head on loop. and i’d listen to walls 1/2 on my way to work and 1/2 on my way back home. the album is so beautiful ceci sorry i am not making sense i am not eloquent at all but it means so much to me i can’t believe his album was delayed so long. i think because it was delayed, maybe the songs aren’t as coherent as in other albums. so let’s think about that for a second. if it’s a bit patchy and this good, what about lt2? it’s gonna be amazing so good he’s gonna kill it he’s just gonna get better and better and better i can’t wait to see it. i’m so thankful that we are allowed to experience louis as an artist, and louis growing as an artist over the years, because he will, and it’s gonna be so beautiful and i’m gonna cry a lot. my description did not do walls justice but know that i love it a lot okay

ask me about my thoughts on stuff 👀

[taterztots]

Boop

Inspired by this ask by @amber-rose-neko-san on @asrisartarena blog.

Also posted on AO3

There were days when Anti wouldn’t feel particularly social.

Today was one of them.

Chase was the one to discover them and quickly realized what was happening when the glitch used his given name and not one of his many nicknames.

“Hey, dude. You ok? Haven’t seen you downstairs all morning?”

Anti waved a hand dismissively, curling on themselves on the bed, turning their back to the visitor at the door when he didn’t seem to take his leave.

“Don’t feel like talking, huh? That’s fine, do you want some company, though? I promise I’ll be quiet, unless you want me to talk…? Hey, did I tell you about this new trick I’ve been wo…”

“Chase..” their voice hoarse and scratchy from disuse. The father of two froze, mid-step further into the room, he waited, giving his older sibling the time they needed to find their voice. “…I appreciate it, but I’m fine, I just want to be left alone… Please”

It was so strange, hearing this almighty creature sounding so small and broken. It wasn’t right. Chase couldn’t just leave them, he had to do something! “I… Ok,” and then he had a brilliant idea, one he knew would definitely cheer Anti up, “I’ll see ya later, then?”

Anti nods, not seeing the bright smile on their brother’s face. They mumble a ‘thanks’ and settle back down to their pillow once they hear the door click shut.

It’s not that they’re sad, or angry, they’re just exhausted. They just want to rest.

It hadn’t even been 5 minutes yet since Chase had left when there were knocks on their door again.

They groan, “Chase, I thought I told you I wanted to be alone?!”

“Ati?”

Oh.. Oh. They quickly sit up and glitch to the door before their little brother gets the wrong idea and thinks they don’t want to see him. Because it doesn’t matter how awful Anti is feeling, they will never say no to their favorite zombie.

They open the door, and there he is, in all his purple glory, a concerned look on his glossy white eyes. “Ati no feel good?” he asks, in a whisper, afraid he will hurt his Ati if he’s accidentally too loud.

“I do now that you’re here”, they smile, a genuine smile, as they open the door furthermore as an invitation. Robbie trots in, grinning happily and its now, as he settles on the floor, that Anti notices the various objects he was carrying in his thin arms, “whatcha got there, zomboi”?

“colors” and sure enough there’s a pretty thick coloring book and a huge box of crayons laid out on the floor in front of him, but Robbie’s not done and he points at the brown teddy now

“Hey!” Anti picks it up, inspecting the now sewn on head, “did you do this?”

Robbie shakes his head, “Scheep did, Mar Mar an’ me help”

“Mar Mar and I”

“no,” and the look of pure confusion on the poor zombie’s face is enough to send Anti on a fit of giggles. “Ati no there,” he argues “Robbie there, me help”.

“of course, kid” Anti grins at him, “my bad” they go to put the bear back on the floor when a small hand wraps around their wrist, stopping them

“Ati’s bear, Ati keep”

“oh. O-Ok”. The bear had been a joke, between Jack and them, to rile up the fans even more during the second leg of the charity Livestream, but now; he fixed it, their little brother fix it for them. “thank you, Robbie”

He grins, happy to have helped. “Ati wanna color?” he pushes the book towards the glitch, now sitting on the floor with him

“no, lil bro” he smiles, setting the bear between his crossed legs, “you color, I’ll watch”

“ok, I color Ati a picture, pwetty picture, ok?”

“ok”

The zombie goes to work immediately like he already knew exactly what picture he was gonna color for his sibling.

And Anti watches him work, intense looks on his face, picking colors left and right, the tip of his tongue out in concentration. His hands shake a bit, but he’s doing so good, barely going out of the lines, and making the most adorable little noises when he does. Anti was so proud, so happy in this moment.

They love him. They love Robbie so much they could honestly cry.

Robbie looks up from his book then, the biggest smile on his lips and without thinking Anti reaches a hand to his nose and, “boop”

The smile quickly fades and a look of shock replaces it

Anti freezes, wide green eyes staring at the small creature in front of them, “Ro-Robbie? Are you… Did I…”

An eruption of giggles fills the room, the zombie clapping his hands “again, Ati, again!”

“wha-“

“boop again Ati, boop again!”

“oh” Anti grins and touches the small button nose again, as instructed, “boop”

Somehow Robbie is now giggling louder and making all kind of happy noises, so Anti, of course, does it a third time and the zombie is literally ‘rolling on the floor laughing his ass off’ then

Anti never thought they’d see the day Robbie could possibly get any cuter, yet here they were.

Robbie manages to get himself up, still giggling, and grabs Anti by their hands, gently pulling them up too.

He drags the glitch with him -out their room, down the hall and stairs, to the living room- and Anti goes willingly because it’s not like they had a say in it.

In the living room are Marvin, Jackie, and Chase, Henrik, and Jameson on the dining table visible in the next room. Chase was sprawled on one of the smaller chairs to the side while the lovebirds were on the bigger couch cuddling, watching something or other on the tv, well, not anymore since Robbie just stood Anti right in front of them.

Marvin is about to ask what’s going on when, a still giggling, Robbie claps his hands and points at him. “Mar Mar,” he tells Anti excitedly

Anti looks at the magician, smile forever plaster on their face now, and they shrug, doing the same thing they had done to Robbie up in their room now to Marvin’s cat mask, “boop?”

Robbie squeals!

Jackie stares wide eyes, much like Anti had been before, and he lets out a small “oh my God”

There’s a smile hiding behind Marvin’s mask and that’s all Robbie needs to touch his cat nose too, the most adorable “boop” to go with it.

Marvin giggles now and Jackie lets out another “oh my God!” a bit louder

That is, until Robbie boops his nose too and now the hero is screaming, “OH MY GOD!”

Anti’s cheeks hurt and they have never laughed so much in their life as they watch their little brother move on to boop Chase’s nose next, then Henrik’s and Jameson’s and back to them.

They make eye contact with Chase and the man smiles at him, “feeling better dude?”

“I do” they nod, watching the scene all around them. Henrik and JJ have moved to the living room to join them and apparently, make it easier for Robbie to get to them, Jackie is still screaming ‘oh my God’s at how adorable their little brother is, and even Marvin has lifted his mask enough to give the grape boy access to his real nose. He turns back to Chase, and returns the smile, “thank you, freckles”.

[sweetnestor]

ylh extra #2 | scare

April 2017, aka the day this video dropped

FULL FANFIC HERE

Well, now I had an actual reason to panic. This time, it didn't come in the act of hysterical crying and shortness of breath. Instead, I stood there in my bathroom, paralyzed by the feeling of sinking sensations and several questions circling my head a million miles a second. My eyes didn't stray from the three white plastic sticks sitting on my counter. I was just having a staring contest with the two little lines that had appeared on each of them.

I heard my phone ding in my room, and it was the first thing that half pulled me back into reality. My body did the motions of going to find the source of the noise, but my mind was still cowering away in the bathroom. Spending two days in there, leaning over the toilet, suddenly made a lot more sense. How did I miss that? It was right there, waving at me with red flags and flare guns. How could I be so stupid?

The text on my phone pulled me into reality a little bit more.

“Did you see the video?? What did you think??”

Shit. Tour announcement. Perfect fucking timing.

I didn't want to lie, so I pulled open my laptop and signed onto YouTube. The first video I saw was titled, “You're Welcome.” I seriously wanted to punch the greater entity that made this whole thing happen.

It was a minute and thirty seconds of my heart sinking. We put so much work into this. This is what we spent weeks working on. Why did I feel like it was all over? This was my personal problem… At least until I told Ethan about it. Just the thought made me want to cry.

“Just watched!! Love it!!! I'm so proud of you!! ❤”

He replied quickly. “We're all celebrating at the office! You feel up for joining us?”

Right. In all of their eyes, I've come down with a stomach bug. Again, how did I not see what was really going on?

Okay, you were dumb and didn't see the obvious symptoms, I thought. What are you going to do now? I knew the answer to that, but I had to talk to Ethan. I had to tell him, he deserved to know.

I decided to go to the office. I wouldn't tell him then, I just had to make sure he was happy and proud of his hard work before I dropped the bomb.

Even when I got there, I couldn’t get the worried look off my face. I tried to fake a smile as I entered the room. Their spirits were so high that they all cheered when I opened the door. I jumped at the sudden noise, but I sighed and passed it over as best as I could.

Ethan was the first one to come over and hug me. His excitement was radiating all over, along with the rest of the team. I hated that I had to crush it later.

“We’re going on tour!” Mark exclaimed, followed by more whoops from Amy, Kathryn, and Tyler.

I smiled as Ethan let go of me. We went to sit on the couch. There was pizza and drinks, but I wasn’t hungry.

“How’s your stomach?” asked Kathryn. “You feeling any better?”

Found the source of my nausea, that’s for damn sure.

“Kind of, I’m not really up for eating,” I replied. “But I can work, so that’s a plus.”

I managed to get through the day without seeming too off. They all thought I was sick in some shape or form, so my heightened silence wasn’t that strange. Ethan hardly bat an eye at my subtle attempts to avoid him. I knew if I so much as looked at him during work hours, I would fall apart and spill the whole thing to not only him, but to everyone in the office, and nobody wanted that. I couldn’t let the others know.

When I got home, I was alone. Ethan was still working on a video, so he had told me to go on without him. The silence in my apartment dawned on me, and I started to feel sad that Jack wasn’t home yet. Things started getting busier within our lives, so we were seeing each other less often. He would know how to console me on this, but I found myself hesitating to call him, or to even go find him in his dorm on campus.

But this was my problem. It was mine and Ethan’s problem. Is that how I should refer to procreation? A problem? That said enough about how I felt about the situation, I hoped that he would feel the same.

The longer I waited in solitude, the more antsy I got. I was checking my phone every two minutes and trying to distract myself by washing my makeup brushes. My collection had grown over time, so it kept me occupied for a while. My body was on autopilot until I heard a knock on the front door.

I went to answer, feeling the blood rush out of my body. I felt like I was going to puke, and it wasn't from the morning sickness this time. Panic was rising in my throat the closer I got to the door, and it was written on my face when I was looking in the eyes of my boyfriend.

He was smiling upon first glance, but my negative energy quickly gave him a red flag. “What's wrong?”

“I need to talk to you,” I tried to say, but it came out in a breathless voice. My head was spinning.

Ethan stepped inside and closed the door behind him, a worried look on his face. “What's going on?”

Trying to control my breathing, I led him over to the dining table behind the couch. Once we were sitting, I couldn't say anything. It was stuck in my throat, along with a panic induced crying fit. Oh god, why couldn't I say it?

“Bella,” he urged. “What happened? What is it?”

“So I've been sick…” I managed to get out.

“Is that what it is? Is it something serious?” Ethan asked. He was nervous, as he should, but it wasn't helping my own nerves.

“Um…”

“Bella, oh my god, you're scaring me!” He paused and took a deep breath. Then he reached across the table and took my hand, squeezing it the way he normally would.

I returned the pressure, trying to calm down and organize my thoughts. I focused on the feeling of his hand in mine. I trusted him.

“I'm pregnant,” I finally told him.

“No,” Ethan said in disbelief. He sat back in his chair, letting go of my hand. “No, you can't be.”

“But I am,” I replied, feeling anxious by his gestures. “I found out this morning, I didn't wanna tell you at the office because you were in such a good mood, and everyone else was there. I didn't want to ruin the mood or anything. I didn't…” I paused, noticing that he wasn't listening.

Ethan placed his elbows on the glass surface of the table, his hands clasped together. He was wildly tapping his leg, and his eyes were glossed over.

“Babe,” I said, touching his arm. “I already know what I want to do. And I want you to come with me when I do it.”

He looked at me, then held his hand out again. I took it in both of mine, trying to comfort the both of us.

“What's gonna happen?” he finally asked.

I took a deep breath. “I'm gonna go to the doctor and see how far along I am. Then, depending on that, I'm gonna schedule an abortion.”

That took Ethan by surprise. He put his other arm down, furrowing his brows. “Really?”

A pang of fear went through my chest. “Y-Yeah… we can't afford to have a baby now, can we?”

“Right. Yeah. I just… you came to that decision very quickly,” he commented. “Not like in a bad way, or anything. I'm, I'm glad we're on the same page.”

“The faster I move to make a decision, the less time I have to panic and lose my mind,” I told him. “And…” I sighed, feeling the surge of emotions. “I've known about this thing since this morning… and I'm really, really trying not to lose my mind.”

Ethan moved his chair right next to mine and put his arm around me. “Hey, it's gonna be okay. We'll get through this. You made a plan, and I'm here to support you.”

“But we are on the same page, right?” I asked. “Neither of us want kids, right?”

“Right, I'm only twenty. And we're both super busy. If I can't get a dog, then I definitely can't have a baby. And the biggest difference is that I actually want a dog.”

I nodded, feeling reassured. “Okay. I'll see if I can go tomorrow, or the next day. I just want this overwith before the livestream.”

“Wait,” Ethan said. “Do we tell the other guys about this?”

“I don't want to,” I said. “I don't wanna talk about it until after I get the abortion.”

“How come?”

“I know they mean well, I know they have good hearts. But I don't wanna hear their input on what I should and shouldn't do with my body. I don't wanna hear any ‘are you sure’s unless it's from you. After I get it terminated, if the subject comes up, then we can talk about it.”

Ethan was silent for a moment. “Okay, I understand. But can I at least tell my dad about this?”

“Is he gonna force us to keep it?” I asked in return.

“What? No.”

~

Thankfully, I was able to nip it in the bud only 2 days later. Ethan and I both took the day off from work, telling Mark that I was still sick and needed to be taken care of. Neither of us liked lying to him, or to any of the team, but in this case, I felt like we had to. Usually, pregnancy is seen as good news, and I didn't want to have to go through the process of telling people I was going to terminate the thing.

We sat in the car in a tense silence. Due to my morning sickness (which doesn't happen only in the morning) and his time at the office, the last time we saw each other was when I told him the news. I could tell I made things difficult between us, I just wasn't sure if it was because I was pregnant, because I was getting an abortion, or because I asked him not to tell anyone.

“You're sure about this, right?” he asked after a while.

“Yes,” I replied, but his tone made me nervous. “Why?”

Ethan shrugged. “I know it's your body, and it's ultimately up to you… and I don't really want kids either, but…”

My eyes widened, and I felt myself go stiff. “But what?”

“I… wouldn’t mind… if I had kids with you.” When I didn’t say anything, he spoke some more. “Obviously, not now because we’re both super busy, and we’re still young, but… if this goes on into the future, and you ever wanted to have kids-”

“I don’t,” I said in a clipped tone. “I don’t think I could ever have kids. Especially not now, because you’ve got a tour to go on in a couple of months, and then again in the fall. And your channel is taking off, and you’re putting all of your time into that. And me… I’m still trying to get my life back. I’m trying to be okay with all the shit in my head, and everything I have to live with, and I know if I have a baby, I’m going to end up resenting it. A baby is going to make us pause our life - it doesn't matter if it's right now or later on in life - you can’t tell me you’d be okay with that.”

Silence dawned on us again after Ethan hummed. I didn’t know what that meant, but it ended the impending “let’s have kids later in life” conversation for now. Thank god too, because we arrived to the clinic.

The actual termination didn't take very long, but it was pretty painful. Afterwards, I had to sit in a recovery room with Ethan holding my hand until the nurses deemed I was well enough to go. He had to drive me home, and because of the mild sedation I was under, I had next to no problem with it. I was exhausted and grumpy, but I couldn't bring myself to fall asleep in the car.

I started cramping up when we got to my apartment. I was one of the lucky people who never had intense menstruation cramps every month, but that also meant that this kind of pain was something I wasn’t used to. I hunched over in my seat before I could open the car door, so Ethan had to come to my aid.

“Alright, come on,” he said, taking my hand and guiding me out of the vehicle. He helped me into my apartment, and the first wave of cramping passed. “Go lie down, I’ll make you some tea.”

What a nice boyfriend, despite that I snapped at him several times during the appointment. I didn’t deserve him… time for bed.

I would have changed my clothes, but I was so tired and out of it that I just lied down on top of the unmade sheets on my bed. I wanted to sleep, but I heard the front door open again, and it made me nervous. Earlier, I had told Jack that I wouldn't be able to pick him up from campus, but I didn't think he would come back so soon.

His voice sounded through the apartment, but I couldn't make out the conversation he was having with Ethan. I almost wanted to get up and see what they were talking about, but my mind and body felt like lead. I decided to drift off and worry later. It was probably better that way.

On the bright side, I wasn't pregnant anymore.

~

I didn't think sitting on a couch for twelve hours would make me tired, and yet Ethan and I returned to his apartment absolutely pooped. The livestream was a success, which was a relief since it was my first. I was still a little hesitant to see what people were saying online, though, but all I wanted in that moment was to lie down and sleep.

“That was harder than normal,” Ethan said as he placed his keys, wallet, and epipens on the kitchen counter.

“Why?” I asked.

“There were moments where I could have slipped what happened the other day,” he told me.

“Ah.”

I didn't like the awkward tension. It hadn't diffused or simmered down. The team unknowingly acted as a buffer for us through the entire stream, but now that we were alone, I was slowly being suffocated.

“Did your dad say anything about… that?” I asked, despite that I wanted to pretend like it never happened.

“Yeah, he thinks we did the right thing, and that it was a mature decision,” he replied.

Relief. “Nice.”

There was another awkward pause.

“Are we okay?” Ethan asked. “Or… are you okay?”

I hesitated, and then shrugged. “I'm just afraid of that happening again.”

“We'll be more careful,” he reassured as he stepped closer to me. “I know it was scary, but there's a lot of ways to prevent it.”

“How?” I asked. “I'm already on birth control and we use enough condoms as it is! I'm… I don't know.”

“Well, what else do you wanna do? Do you just wanna… not have sex?”

I stayed quiet. That was my first idea, but I couldn't bring myself to say it. Ethan was very… active. Not that I didn't like it, but now that we experienced one consequence of having a nearly overly active sex life, I found myself wanting to withdraw. But, like I said, he was a pretty sexual being.

“Bella?”

“I can't have sex with you again,” I admitted in a soft voice. I couldn't look at him.

He was looking at me, but I didn't want to see his expression. I internally braced myself for any kind of backlash. I would be lying if I said I hadn't started plotting an escape route just in case he took it the wrong way. I'd probably crash at Amy and Kathryn’s if I needed to.

“Okay,” Ethan replied after some silence.

“Really?” I was confused.

“Yeah. It's okay, I understand.”

For some reason, that didn't process in my mind. I just stood there, looking very dumbfounded. Surely there had to be a catch. It couldn't be just “okay.” There had to be something underneath that.

“Like, nothing at all?” I asked. “No getting naked, no inappropriate touching?”

He nodded like it was obvious. “Yeah. I know what no sex is.”

“Sorry, I just didn't think it would be that easy. This… this isn't the first time I've had a pregnancy scare. The last guy wasn't as nice about it.”

Ethan's face morphed into concern. “What do you mean? Who was this guy?” He sat on the stool, waiting for an answer.

I sighed. “This guy I moved in with after I graduated high school. I thought I was pregnant, and he said he would he supportive. But I wasn't, and I told him what I told you: can't have sex for a while. He got mad. And defensive.”

“Did he hurt you?”

“No. I got scared, so I took back what I said.”

“That's still fucked up.”

I shrugged. “Is it, though? I mean, it's not bad to want sex. He thought, that I thought he was unattractive, or that I didn't want him. Even in my last relationship, we didn’t have sex at all and I know it bothered him. And… I don't want you to think like that, or think that I don't want you like that.”

“Don't worry about me,” he told me as he held my hand. “I know why you don't wanna have sex again. Trust me, I understand, and it's okay. I don't want to have a situation like this again either. If this is what’ll keep us sane… it's okay. I won't get mad at you for that.”

It was weird to hear that. I guess that said a lot about me. I squeezed his hand in gratitude. “Thank you.”

He kissed my hand. “Of course. I care about you a lot. I want you, and us, to be okay.”

[peaches-of-1]

666 So Fresh: Chapter 15

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Taehyung x Fem!OC x Yoongi

Zula, Tae, and Yoongi rushed to the car in the parking garage and pulled the doors shut as quickly as they could. Yongi was the one driving while Zula got shotgun. Tae happily sat in the backseat happily bouncing an the cushions. They had been spotted and were currently being pursued by foot.

Cops stood in front of the car and pulled out their guns, “Stop!”

As if. Tae said they couldn’t kill anyone, though. They’d go into Hiding at the same time.

Yoongi put the car into drive, “Buckle up--”

Tae snickered.

“Or don’t. On the count of three, we Hide. That way we can get past them without anyone getting hurt. One...two...three!” And he floored it.

The cops saw the car slowly ripple and dissolve into thin air. They started shooting where they last saw it out of fear, but it was an empty space. It gave them a chance to get ahead, but tonight would be busy. Once they were past the first checkpoint, they came out of Hiding. Still, it wasn’t long until sirens started going off behind them.

So it would be a proper car chase for them, then. Zula was nervous and thought about her parents. They had wished her luck and dad apologized...again...for not telling her and not doing more to help. Taehyung had a huge grin on his face as adrenaline ran through him. So this was what life had in store for him all along? He was so glad he went for that walk the night they met! Yoongi focused on the road, not entirely sure where they were going but planned on losing the cops on the way there. Somehow.

Damn sirens!

[10:34am]

Jungkook had woken up this Friday morning to the smell of his brother’s coffee brewing. He got up to see Namjoon already fully dressed and placing his plastic fork on top of the turned on skillet. He greeted his babt brother and then realized what he had done, yanking the fork off the skillet before it started to melt and put it beside his fruit bowl. Namjoon then sucked on his slightly singed fingertips.

“Mornin’ hyung.” His little brother chuckled.

“Got any plans today?”

He shook his head, “Probably just gaming. Might go for a run if it’s nice out later.”

Namjoon nodded, “I lied to the chief. We saw you comment on her live and he asked how you knew.”

A moment of silence stole the place of the unasked question. The ‘her’ Jungkook’s older brother was talking about was Zula. He wasn’t sure what to ask, so he stayed silent. Namjoon answered it anyways.

“Told him I must’ve left my work on the kitchen table and you saw it. He gave me a warning, but I’m still on the case.” He poured the pre-made omelette mix onto the pan.

Jungkook shifted his legs, “What’s next?”

“We keep looking. The parents claim to know nothing, but…”

“What is it?”

The older one flipped the egg and poured his brew into a to-go cup, “Zula’s father, he begged us to leave her alone. Me and Jin and H.A.D. Said she didn’t need to be bothered by men and false protectors anymore.”

“Did you say something?”

“Almost, but Jin told him to get out before they took him in too. He’s a full demon and it had everyone on edge. It just wasn’t a good situation, even though we’re the one who called him in.”

Jungkook’s eyes glittered, “What was it like? Did he smell like cinnamon? You carry scents home and I kept smelling it last night.”

Namjoon paused his motions, “Now that you mention it, yes. And he looked oddly normal. No horns or claws like the footage of his daughter. Guess he must know how to make himself appear human.”

Zula’s father was nearly six foot, normal black hair, average clothing that was only a slight more on trend than most people his age. However, his eyes were too light o belong to any regular Korean male. He wasn’t wearing contacts either as far as the officer could tell. His eyes shone for a moment before Jin quoted situational scripture and made him recoil. That was the only odd moment. Otherwise, it just seemed like a normal father pleading with cops to leave his child alone, which wasn’t a rare thing.

Jungkook’s phone went off and he looked curiously at his notification. He smiled at it after realizing what it was, and his brother raised a curious brow.

“Who’s that?” He placed his omelette on a plate and waited for it to cool as he poured rice next to it.

“A girl I’ve been talking to from school. We’ve got a project, and she thinks I’m cute. So we end up talking about things other than the project.”

Namjoon chuckled, “Moving on so fast?” He scarfed down his quick meal.

“No! Never!” the younger whined.

“You should though. I’m sure you and that girl would go great together.” He kissed his brother’s head. “Off to work!”

“Bye, hyung!”

Jungkook smiled at his phone again and replied before turning off everything he brother left running and then went to his room to start playing some video games.

[11:48am]

Taehyung found Zula at the pool on the roof. She was in a white cutout bathing suit patterned with lipstick kisses that glittered in the early sun as she lunged on a purple floating lounger. It was round and large enough to fit two people and even had its own awning for shade. She had her waterproof wireless headphones on.

He took pictures of her and wondered what she was thinking about. Probably the same as him: this was all going to end soon, but how? Everyone was on the lookout for them. They’d had a great run, got to live the high life for a bit. Lived like idols, lived better than idols even. They’d fallen in love and discovered who they really were. Not even most people on their deathbeds could say that. They had never experienced such bliss.

Tae dove in with his waterproof camera to get some closer shots. Zula smiled when she felt a small bump against her raft.

“Who is it?” She asked with he sweet voice, not opening her eyes but lifting speaker off her ear.

“It’s me~~” Tae replied, a playful tone to his husky voice. “Doin’ a candid photoshoot. You looked so relaxed and I wanna remember these days now more than ever.”

A small weak smile crossed her lips, “Fake it ‘til you make it.” Zula replied. “I’m stressed as hell.”

He kissed her and laid down next to her, taking a few seflies since the lighting was fantastic. As her boyfriend, he did what he could to comfort her even though he was feeling the same way. At least he had been right about her thoughts. Had they really grown so close that they could basically read each other’s minds?

Yoongi called them in for brunch and this time he wore Tae’s mother’s apron as he looked at his two lovers in the water. He couldn’t help but smile as their boyfriend placed his camera on the raft and then jumped into the pool to push their girlfriend to the edge while making motorboat sounds. How many decades did he wall his heart just for these to crash in like they literally did? He kissed both their cheeks when they got into the dining room.

It was a large rectangular table they had planned to see filled with other like them. Friends they had made at the club maybe. Chandeliers hung above the dark wood as they all sat at one end together eating a breakfast fit for a queen and her kinds.

“You sanitized the table, right?” Zula asked, knowing that he last thing eaten on the wooden surface had not been food.

Yoongi nodded, “Yes. Twice.”

“Good.” She said, a confident smirk in her voice.

Tae just chuckled and the others smiled as they ate a bagel filled breakfast. They’d need their energy since they’d be spending however many days partying before running. Tae had asked why they weren’t just sneaking out of the city with the rest of the cash--original plus the money made from selling cars--instead of just trying to outrun the cops.

“Where’s the fun in that?” He replied. “Also, I want to live this life a bit longer in once place since I usually don’t get to experience...stability that much.”

A small blush found home in his cheeks after being so candid. He had been more honest about himself ever since showing his true form. These were people that he loved, and they deserved to know.

“So, what are we wearing tonight? We decided colors while at Hoseok’s, so?” He decided to change the subject to keep himself from getting any more shy.

They looked at Zula who stopped mid-chew, “Why me?”

Tae answered, “You’re the only one of us who actually lived as a human and interacted with them on a regular basis. You know more about human style than us.”

His past had no affect on him anymore, so he smiled. They weren’t wrong.

“Mesh.” She replied. “We’re wearing mesh. Like where you can see skin though it, not just it’s the fabric type but it’s solid.”

The boys smiled. Their queen had spoken, and they’d start getting ready at sunset.

[2:03pm]

After “breakfast”, they went to do some other preparations. Yoongi used their closed circuit wifi to search about what the police knew about the trio. Zula did an hourlong livestream with Taehyung as they decided what to wear that night, and she painted her nails red and black. Tae kissed her cheek when she showed them off to him. He said they were perfect in front of the multiple cameras that were set up. Zula beamed and then answered questions while her nails dried. Taehyung looked to see what mesh pieces he had in his wardrobe.

“Where are you from? I was born in America and moved here when I was 12. Where are you right now? Home. It’s where the heart is, so I’m home.”

Tae smiled from the closet having heard her say that. Her nails were finally dry, so she said she was gonna go outside and practice. Fans asked if they could watch, but she winked and turned off her cams instead. Tae said he would end the live after he chose his outfit.

Zula made sure all outside cams were turned off and covered. She didn’t want anyone to see her failure and also couldn’t expose demons. As her body took on its familiar black and red form, she noticed how she didn’t cry anymore. The trembling also decreased exponentially as he harnessed her inner Lust.

Everything was almost perfect, except her wings. Why were they not exploding from her back in any form? Yoongi said they might look like fins because of her scales, but the claws that resided on her hands and feet were quite large. Taehyung guessed feathers. Yoongi had said that only special full blooded demons and fallen angels got feathered wings.

This attempt to find out had to work. She was just holding back her loved ones if not. Zula thought of all her past sexual experiences, good and bad. A lot was bad and forced. They dared to kiss her and claim the attraction was mutual…She remembered the too glitzy nails…Her perfume mixed with sweat and her husband’s cologne. One of the good ones were a couple that were rather sweet. They wanted to try a third and neither could keep their eyes off of you. It was her first time out drinking where she hadn’t been drugged against her consent.

Consent.

Her demon side barely knew the word, but wouldn’t attack someone she couldn’t arouse. It just wasn’t fun that way.

Zula had rarely experienced giving her consent and so she tried her best to get the other side to understand it too. It wasn’t until the girl openly accepted Lust that the demon understood. Consent was key, the only thing that would make the relationship work.

Still, no wings, though.

A few less severe incidents played in Zula’s mind as they played with a sphere of air like she had seen on TV. The times she got away...if she had had this power sooner, then maybe Zula would’ve gotten away more. The time she did...with Jungkook.

A tingle?

She had wanted to kill him and was gonna kill him if it weren’t for Yoongi. Zula didn’t want him to die since he was sincere and didn’t mean to bring any harm to her or her feelings. But it’s what would’ve happened. Jungkook was a good dude. She trusted him a little since she had been wrong about his intentions when he warned her about the police. He was just trying to help.

Another tingle?

That day to his. Only a few short months. Who knew how it was going to end?

A sweet husky voice called out her name, “Zula-ssi~~~”

She returned to her human form and smiled as she opened her eyes to see his tanned skin glisten in the indirect sunlight. He was closer than she expected him to be.

“No luck still?”

She shook her head, and her curled danced with the motion. “Nope. How long did you watch?”

Tae was honest, “A while...I’m scared, Zula.”

“I’ll get my wings to work, so don’--”

“Not that…” He looked down. “Yoongi’s so calm about this, so sure we’ll get out ok because he’s done this before. He’s full demon! We’re not! We haven’t--I’m scare because, what if he’s wrong? I don’t wanna leave this if we aren’t gonna end up happy again.”

Zula held his hands and looked at him kindly, “Me too. I’m scared too, but we have each other. As long as we have that, I gotta believe we’ll be ok no matter what. I’ll be happy enough if I’m with you.”

Taehyung had only sued his power to melt locks and as a party trick, but never fully. He was in control of the small flames and his demon form. Anything in the middle, not that good at handling yet. Sort of like his flashbacks, it was a process.

Yoongi arrived, telling the two beauties that he knew how the cops were stationed and how to get around them. He also explained to his lovers how and what the cops knew about their pasts. They really needed to practice Hiding.

[4:20pm]

Blue and purple flames burst in front of Namjoon’s face, causing him to jump back with quickness.

“Whoa!” He fell on his butt. “Was that supposed to happen?”

The pastor nodded, “Sort of, but it would only be those colors if an Immortal is among us.”

“Immortal?”

“Good or bad?” Ren asked.

Pastor Jean answered, “Good. It was consistent with the coloring, and it had purple in it. If the colors had kept changing or done more jumping or lacked purple, then we’d be faced with a demon.” He smiled. “I’d say someone’s guardian angel has come to check on them.”

The men of justice were currently learning the skills their H.A.D members possessed. There was a great deal of salt involved. Herbs and incense. IT looked more like witchcraft than demon hunting tools.

“If it works, it works.” The blonde member replied. They hadn’t given their name, and so everyone called them Scythe.

“You say that, but don’t underestimate tools of subtlety.” Priestess Iris took a knife out of her waistband. “If you’re in a pinch, this knife is made from Holy water, not just doused in it.” She held it out to Namjoon who accepted it.

She nodded and mumbled to herself about maybe making some holy bullets for the two cops in the near future. The young twins Shingi and Shinkook showed off their toys as well. Drones that could light and shoot incense at a target, secret compartments in the drone and Shingi’s wheelchair to help stun a demon. The wheelchair had a Demon Defense Shield as well.

After the two cops were pretty good at understanding their companions’ weapons and the warnings that went along with them, the team was bored. They yearned to do more than simply teach and wait. They wanted action.

“You’re such an angel, aren’t you, Officer Seokjin?” Candelaria commented. “Just a heavenly young man.”

Jin responded, “Please stop.”

She continued, “Don’t you all think Seokjin is just an angelic person to be around?”

“She’s right, hyung. You’re a really good dude. I don’t get why that bothers you so much. Usually, you’d agree.”

“Yeah, but it’s just the way she says it.”

Namjoon wasn’t sure what to say, so he just shrugged. The old Latina told him not to worry about it since she was just being a playful old woman. Jin couldn’t believe that his partner saw him as similar to her.

Jin agreed with her still, “Yes, just ignore her.”

Then the Priestess started to help Namjoon with the knife she gifted him. He asked why she didn’t give one to his partner. Iris’s eyes glided over the broad-shouldered cop and a look of comfort and slight distrust came over her face coupled with a small smirk. All eyes were on them as they waited for her reply.

“He don’t need it.” Her accent showing strongly as she spoke English. “He knows how to defend himself.”

“It is in his blood.” The old lady added.

Shingi agreed, “Our weapons would only insult him. Show us?”

Candelaria piped up, “To comfort your worried partner. It doesn’t have to be much. Scythe? Alpha 3.”

They nodded and stood, grabbing a rod from behind their back and starting to stand, but Jin held up his hand to stop them.

“No need for violence. Give me a second.” He closed his eyes and said a few quick words under his breath. After a nod, he looked at those surrounding him. “If you have any eye protection, I suggest you use them now.”

Twins, Ren, Pastor Jean, and Scythe all put on physical objects to shield their eyes. The priestess cast a spell or something on herself and the elderly woman didn’t move at all. She was still breathing, though. Jin said it was up to her and began to quote the Bible. He spoke of a God Given power as light not of this realm came from his palms and engulfed all the onlookers in its grace. It was foreign and warm, like it should singe the skin, but it did not.

Once recalled, the light returned into a soft light under Jin’s palms and everyone was in a daze with amused smiles on their faces. They had never seen or felt such power before. The twins and the Pastor even wept and didn’t move to wipe the tears from their eyes.

“Well, that just gave me warm fuzzies. Nice goin’ Seokjin.” She gave him a kind but cocky smile. The Angel’s power had no real effect on her.

“Thank you.” He checked on Namjoon who released a breath. “That was beautiful, Jin. How did you?”

“It’s why I’m so interested in Demons. My power is specially honed to send them to Hell where they belong. That’s all I’m going to say about it. Please do not ask me more.”

Namjoon nodded, “It’s cool, though.”

“It’s very cool. Of course it is! I did it!” He grabbed at his heart, “I mean, thank you.”

As night started to arrive, they got a call from the Captain. Zula was live again today. One of the twins used a toy to display it in front of them.

[5:45pm]

“Hiding is basically you not wanting to be seen. You have the need to be invisible. Zula, you went into Hiding when you killed that guy and didn’t want anyone to see you covered in blood. So this is similar. If we all do it at the same time, we can Hide our car and get past the Stationed Cops.”

Yoongi explained while the other two were practicing. Zula got the hang of it first. She had probably used it several times without knowing, so it was easy for her. Taehyung was usually by himself, so he had no real reason to use it any previous time. Still, it didn’t take him too long to travel to the alternate plane. It felt like an empty space. No one noticed you and you didn’t notice them unless the other was an Angel or a Demon or a demi of either.

Zula was surprised, “Demi-Angels exist?”

“Yep. It’s usually the cause of an immaculate conception. Like Jes--Jes...” He couldn’t say the name. “The Big Guy’s kid.”

“Jesus?” Taehyung answered.

Yoongi nodded and rolled his eyes, “That one.”

After warming up their powers and one last wing check from Zula that produced nothing new, it was time to get dressed.

[7:53pm]

Taehyung had decided that an olive green mesh tank top would be best to go with their theme along with olive green pants and avocado patterned green socks. A forest green type leather jacket would go over the top if he felt too exposed, and a pair of spiky green slides completed the look for what might be their last night of freedom.

Zula’s color for the night was red since it was what her true form looked like. She wore a black bra under a red mesh crop top that was tight and had a built in a corset of sorts. The skirt she wore had two very high slits as the skirt itself went to her ankles. A red diamond and gold choker sat around her neck and wedges for easier running. She liked the height it gave her.

Yoongi let his horns grow out for the night as he wore a pair of black fishnets under black ripped jeans. Black combat boots and a hoodie is what he tried to get past Zula with. She wasn’t having it.

“What do you think you’re wearing? Where is mesh? Do you see any mesh, TaeTae?”

“Nope, none that I can see, ZuZu.”

The blonde stick out his leg to show the fishnets peeking through. In return, he got a headshake of disapproval from both his partners. Yoongi was told to take his hoodie off and give it to Tae who took a pair of scissors to the sides while Zula dove into the black section of his closet, which was large. She came out with a mesh tank top and put it onto him. Taehyung handed her the now sleeveless hoodie and threw away the sleeves.

She waited until he had both items on that she was finally content with his outfit, “Much better.”

Yoongi covered his chest, “If I’m gonna wear this, the two of you have to show your horns. It should be easy doing just that.”

Taehyung said, “Sure. It’s no biggie.” and the wavy points looked sort of like sad puppy ears as they protruded from either side of his head.

Zula followed suit. They were going to a Halfway bar, so the horns would be seen as normal or as props to any humans that had found their way there for the night.

The three then climbed into the car after putting on a few last accessories and makeup. They wouldn’t be taking a portal this time since it was just a normal human club they were going to. It was still a magical place depending on who you asked. It was a club that Zula knew well, but apparently Yoongi knew better.

The bouncer smiled at Zula, “Long time no see!” He scowled at the sight of the blonde, “You again. Zula, you know this clown?”

“We’re a bit more similar than we know.”

He grinned again, “You finally found out what you were, huh?”

She scoffed, “You knew?”

“Yeah. Why do you think I always let you in? Your natural aura always brought in the best crowd. Also, I know my own kind pretty well.” A gold flash explained everything. Her dad asked for his protection over his little girl.

Taehyung butt in, “As beautiful as you two are, can we go inside? I feel too exposed.”

The bouncer nodded, “Everything ok? I saw you--”

“Dad knows. We’re having fun until we’re caught.”

“Sounds like you,” He chuckled. “Head on in.” He opened the velvet rope and let the three in, making sure to rough up Yoongi beforehand. “If anything happens to you, the only thing you’ll ever want is my hand off of your throat.”

“Kinky. I’ll see you around.”

This place was called the Rogue Rathskeller. The name alone should’ve tipped Zula off that this wasn’t a bar just for humans. It seemed like this was a place where Demis of all sorts as well as Full Bloods could intermingle with humans that were none the wiser. This was a safe neutral place where the tricks weren’t all blamed on the alcohol.

Yoongi leaned into Zula’s ear, “Hobi owns this place too.”

“Really?”

He nods and shows her the symbol that had been in Hoseok’s bar in the Demon realm and in his clothing store. Anything to make money.

A random girl with pink hair and shaved sides approached the trio and pulled Zula into a kiss before being pulled away by a different girl with glittering wings. She apologized and took her friend away. “Sorry. She drank something she wasn’t supposed to.”

The song changed as they laughed. Tae gasped and started pulling on Zula’s arm and asked for a dance. This was one of the songs she had sung in the car their first day together and Taehyung had connected it to her throughout their whole relationship. He really wanted to dance with her to it.

I pray for the wicked on the weekend Mama, can I get another amen? Oh oh oh oh oh Oh, it's Saturday night, yeah Swear to God, I ain't ever gonna repent Mama, can I get another amen? Oh oh oh oh oh Oh, it's Saturday night, yeah

He and Zula were jamming out and headbanging while he danced in front her. Yoongi had his hands on her waist and swayed in time with her hips. He kissed her cheek and said that he was gonna get drinks. The two kept eyes out for anyone suspicious but soon just decided to hold each other with her hands on his shoulders.

Tae really tried to hit that high note, but his voice cracked making both of them laugh to bits. When Yoongi came back, he had someone with him.

“Guess who I met at the bar.”

“Jimin!” Taehyung smiled at the sight of the shorter raven haired man.

It was Jimin, Demi Pride Demon from Hobi’s other establishment.

“I heard you’re on the run and this is your last hoorah!” He called over the music.

“Yeah, you gonna join us?” Zula asked.

He shrugged, “Why the hell not?” And gave a wink. Jimin wedged his body between her’s and Taehyung’s with his back towards the male.

He gave a smile to the taller man who returned it and grabbed his drink from Yoongi. The four of them drank and gyrated with each other for about five songs, simply catching up and filling him in on their plan. It wasn’t long before Jimin kissed each of them on the lips and said he was getting hungry.

“Don’t get caught. I wanna do this again.” Were his last words before he became one with the other party goers.

No promises is what she wanted to reply. Yoongi said he wanted to follow Jimin for a bit, and so his two intoxicated lovebirds were left alone. Not before he told them about the secret rooms in the back.

He winked at them, “See you there.”

Zula didn’t ever go back there, but the bouncer from before had only saved her from going there when some asshole demon or human tried to spike her drink or gave her an aphrodisiac filled beverage. This time, it was her choice with someone she knew, someone she loved, someone she wanted to see every inch of her. She was just so giddy at how her life had turned around so quickly.

Also, alcohol.

Taehyung spun her into him and whispered into her ear, “Let’s go, shall we?”

Zula giggled and pulled Taehyung to a tall bouncer with a name tag that said Wooseok. She looked at him and tilted her head.

“We’re friends of Hobi. You think you could let us trough for free?”

“A discount, maybe.” Wooseok said, eyeing them up and down.

Sex.

The way he licked her lips would’ve disgusted her if she wasn’t so sure of herself. She pouted as she did while trying to trick humans and charming him, but he just smirked and shook his head. It looked like he was about to deny them when he heard something in his earpiece. Wooseok then nodded and opened the curtain.

“You really are his friends. Go on in. My apologies.”

She-demon smiled, and the two went in. They were all smiles as they were led to a room by a light up path on the floor. The door opened and it was a hella nice room. Taehyung and Zula looked at each other and kissed before she pushed him into a wicker chair. It was a beautiful type of haze as she took off her top, and he decided to watch while eating one of the french fries that had appeared into the room. It was a McDonald’s meal with Hobi’s symbol plus a smiley face.

Zula placed her top on his face and slipped out of her skirt. Taehyung took it off with a smile on his face and tossed it on the floor. She placed a french fry in her mouth and the two ate either end until they were kissing and then pulled away laughing.

“This is so gross oh my...goodness.” Taehyung said, not being able to say His name in here. He didn’t mind.

The two finished the food in their mouths and went at it again. It was still perfect since it was the two of them. Zula helped to slip Taehyung’s shirt off and then pulled his pants off while on her knees. He hadn’t worn any boxers today. To be fair, the only undies she had on were the black bra since she had been surrounded by humans.

Her tongue came out and it was forked at the end. It wasn’t a human tongue, that was for sure, but both of them just saw more fun in it. Zula giggled and Taehyung wanted to kiss her again with her new tongue being shoved down his throat. He let out a moan and his eyes had gone dark, sated with the feeling. His hips bucked slightly.

“I can’t take anymore foreplay. Please, Zula.” His voice was husky with complete need.

She took him into her mouth and he couldn’t stand up. The feeling forced him back into the chair as his arms flexed and his hands gripped the arms of it. He knew he could trust her and so he let his guard down completely. His eyes rolled to the back of his head in bliss.

Zula took her mouth off, “Don’t cum until I say.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He laughed.

[9:01pm]

Yoongi went to catch up with Jimin. It was no coincidence that he was here. There were hardly things like that in the world of magic.

“Who are you?” He demanded, turning him around.

“Her father told me to keep an eye on her. Not the one who raised her. Zula’s actual father.” Jimin replied.

The blonde was confused while the black haired Pride Demi just smiled. It was obvious that there was still so much more being hid away from Zula than she knew. What was it? Who was her actual father then if he had non-Lusties under his command?

Jimin laughed, “Don’t worry about it. He just wants to make sure she stays alive because she has a bigger role to fill than you ever will. I’m sure you’ll know by her wings once you see them, Suga.”

He surged forward to grab the demon, “How do you know my name?”

The black haired man slipped out of his grasp, “Looks like me and her father aren’t the only ones keeping secrets from little Zuzu, huh? Anyways, I have to get going. I really must feed or I’ll wither away to nothing. Have a nice night, and seriously. Don’t get caught.”

His body turned into fog.

“Oh, and also a hint to help get her wings out. Don’t make her work so hard when you to fuck next time.”

Jimin disappeared in purple and gray smoke. Yoongi wasn’t sure if that’s all that his words were, smoke, but he knew he needed to go find them.

[9:15pm]

“Oh Zula! Please!” Taehyung cried out.

He was trying to hold on, but she was just so good at what she did. It was in her blood. She gave him a warning flash of her eyes saying if he couldn’t do it on his own, she’s make sure he could with her own power. Basically, she’d make him like Yoongi, her little fuckdoll. Zula usually was in charge to a higher degree than the boys when they screwed like rabbits.

Lust made sex her domain, so they let her. Lust knew how to please the two men and was all too happy to do it. It meant more thinking and being aware of how far she was going to cross their limits, but she enjoyed it. Maybe one night they’d treat her as their horny little pet. Lust would be all too happy to try something new.

Speaking of which, she felt cold hands grope her ass. She wiggled her ass with a smile on her face. Taehyung noticed and saw Yoongi behind Zula and watched her shiver.

“So wet, already, aren’t you?”

Lusty Zula was ready to snap at him when he shushed her with a rough thrust of his fingers inside of her. It caught her off guard.

“You always work so hard for us, so tonight, we’re gonna switch things up a bit. Understand, princess?”

The pet name pulled something out of Lust that she hadn’t felt in a long time. She nodded and tried to be a bit more submissive. He gave her rules, to let them know if they were going too far or if she didn’t like something. They knew that Lust could take anything having to do with sex and attraction, but still. The fact that he was still being caring really helped to make her want to be submissive.

Inside, Zula felt more in tune with her demon form. She’d let herself go, completely. Yoongi kissed feather light kisses along her spine and thrust himself inside of her. Lust’s arousal was its own aphrodisiac. In all of her wet spots, especially now, contact with it would get her partner horny.

“Princess? Show Yoongi your new feature.”

Zula nodded and looked at her other partner, revealing her forked tongue. Yoongi’s heart skipped a beat. He kissed her deeply and began to move his hips. He felt her flavor change. Good thing he was actually feeling dominant tonight. Although he had been told to fuck her this way, Yoongi was pretty sure this is how it would have gone anyways. Jimin’s words just gave him the extra boost he needed to make it happen.

Taehyung pulled her head away from Yoongi’s with a grumpy look on his face and got her back to sucking him off. Yoongi chuckled and grabbed her boobs as he fucked her. She started to relax under their works. Tae had Zula’s waves in his fist and held her still as his hips moved with utter abandon.

“Your rules from before don’t apply since we’re in charge this time, huh? I’m gonna cum as much as I like, anywhere I want, Princess.” Taehyung said.

Zula loved the sound of that and shivered in anticipation. Her eyes were getting blurry as she began to see things through Lust’s eyes. Even she was not as rough coming through as usual. She was curious as to what the boys had planned or what they would do since this was very not planned. Taehyung nuzzled her ear and sucked on her shoulder blade. Yoongi joined him and sucked on the other. They were going to cover Zula in hickeys.

They switched, placing Zula with her back on the bed in the room. When the blonde dominated her mouth, Lust wanted to beg for more. The two men faced each other and Yoongi placed Taehyung’s hands around her throat. Her eyes gave the ok.

Tae needed to learn a bit more control, and so he was scared that he would hurt her if he squeezed too much.

“I can’t. I...I don’t wanna hurt her.”

Yoongi kissed his head, “I’m right here. You’re not alone anymore, remember? I can see her face and will tell you if you go too far.”

And so began to choke Lusty Zula who couldn’t help but smile. Yoongi warned her to watch the teeth, but she was still so happy. She had never ever felt safe while getting treated like this before. Usually, she’d be terrified of them going too far, but Zula was in love with these guys who loved her back. Deeply. Passionately. In every sense.

She met Yoongi’s dark eyes with stars in her own. Taehyung then leaned over to Yoongi and whispered something in his ear. The two men went harder and deeper. Lusty Zula was about to climax when it all stopped. She gave a needy whine that surprised everyone and made the two boys chuckle. Taehyung kissed her.

“Don’t worry. We’ll let you cum once we’re done. Enchant yourself to hold off until then, ok, Princess?”

Yoongi added from the toy closet as he pulled out a toy with ridges, “You will hold on until we say so, won’t you, Princess?” There was no question about it when he had that tone of voice that made her shiver again.

“Of course.” Zula’s voice sounded so small compared to the booming dominatrix she was used to being for them.

She closed her eyes and saw the two halves of her make a promise. She wouldn’t cum until she was allowed to. Her eyes glowed a bit once they opened. Taehyung had her back pressed against Yoongi’s chest as a lubed up toy was shoved inside her. It was two different vibrating bullets that weren’t yet turned on. Taehyung slid in, making Zula stretch a bit. Then Yoongi moved to let his thick cock join in the fun.

“W-wait, w-what--” Zula’s heart was going so fast, and she was out of breath.

Yoongi lowered his voice next to her ear, “I know you can take it, Princess. Do you wanna try, or is this enough?”

She bit her lip, and her true thoughts came out, “More.” It sounded so desperate.

It got her a kiss on the shoulder, “Good princess.”

Zula clawned into Tae’s shoulders as their other partner slid in. It wasn’t uncomfortable, but it was scary how good it felt. She screamed when the toys came on and they started fucking her like they never had before. Taehyung giggled as she started to drool and kissed her. Everything was wet since their bodies were covered in sweat and precum. The smell aroused Lust even more. Yoongi went to work leaving more hickies on her dark tan skin.

Taehyung got curious and kissed her horns. The reaction was much more than he anticipated with Zula tightening around them and whimpering.

“S-Sensitive, don’t stop.”

The mulleted boy started to rub and finger them. She had forgotten how to speak. The only language she knew was moans and screaming the names of her boyfriends as they bounced in and out of her. A few bites here and there for proper claiming and they even turned her around to face Yoongi when Tae could feel her scratches just getting deeper on his back. The blonde loved it, though.

When they could take no more, Yoongi slipped out of her and got in front of her face, rubbing himself with one hand and grabbing a horn with the other. He released all over her face with a tongue in his cheek, suddenly remembering that this might help her get her wings. Tae released inside of Zula. Looks of ecstasy on all of their faces. Zula collapsed onto the bed. Yoongi sat in a chair. Tae slid out and slumped against the bed frame.

Heavy breathing echoed in the room. More McDonald’s meals appeared, and the three ate and drank to rehydrate themselves. It was cuddles and aftercare as they returned to their regular selves. Then it was time to continue the party.  All had to redo their makeup before returning onto the scene which made their mood even better.

Their bubble was popped when the dance floor suddenly parted and someone yelled, “That’s them!” It was a blonde and tall Korean woman in a cop uniform.

The three held hands and went into Hiding as they said various curse words under their breaths and noticed the place was now crawling with police. Who had ratted them out? Probably some human who didn’t know there were demons here that were far more dangerous than them. The trio ran to the alleyway where more cops were.

Even though the door opening and closing would look like it was just the wind, one of the broad shouldered ones pointed.

“It’s them! They’re Hiding!”

“Fuck you! Guys, run, he’s got Sight!” Yoongi said, holding their hands and running with them. “Go for the car.”

While running, Taehyung asked, “So he’s not human?”

“No. Well, I don’t know. I’m not getting human vibes from him, but that just might be residue from whatever gave him Sight. Some humans do have it, though. Like that chick who kissed Zula earlier.”

“Left!” Zula called out and they rounded the corner.

They all got in the car while out of hiding since they were being followed anyways. Being half demon made them faster, so there was no one on their tails as they all climbed into their car. The money was in the back seat for Tae to grab if they needed to get out and run again.

“You sure you wanna run in heels.” Tae asked.

“They’re wedges. I’ll be fine. Besides, anything with less height, and I’ll trip over my skirt. I’m not about to be on national TV with my pussy out.”

“FREEZE!” Two brown haired cops pulled their guns out.

Yoongi put the car into drive, “Buckle up--”

Tae chuckled at the suggestion.

“Or don’t. On three, we Hide. That way we can get past them without anyone getting hurt as Zula requested. One...two...three!” And he floored it.

The cops saw the car slowly ripple and dissolve into thin air. They started shooting where they last saw it out of fear, but it was an empty space. It gave them a chance to get ahead, but tonight would be busy. Once they were past the first checkpoint, they came out of Hiding. Still, it wasn’t long until sirens started going off behind them.

Yoongi checked the rearview mirror. At least five. There would be a helicopter before long.

“Where are we headed?” Tae asked.

“Don’t know! Lemme think!”

Tae scratched the mullet, “You’ve done this before, right?”

He was silent.

“Right?” Zula added.

“Not with other people who lived.” Yoongi replied, remembering the last time he had to run from the cops about 30 years ago when he was part of a team of Phantom Thieves who stole priceless art.

The two passengers looked at eachother. Tae had nothing to worry about for the most part since he was an immortal, but they weren’t sure about Zula. Yoongi was only immortal with living, but could die by injury. Especially since they had also partnered with Demon Hunters of all sorts to take them out.

“You’re fucking kidding me!” Zula screamed. “The last time you did this they died?”

“Well, yeah, they were too cocky. Stop yelling, and let’s work this out together. Arguing will only make it harder to get away.”

“Ok, whatever. How did you get away last time?”

Yoongi replied, “We--”

“Come get us, fuckers!” Taehyung yelled out the window. “Whoooooo!!!”

Zula put on her glasses to hide her face a bit. Yoongi saw her nerves and kissed her hand as he drove past another set of cops, silently reassuring her that all three of them would get out of there alive.

“We need a cliff. We’re only gonna get away if we can lose the chopper and fly away.”

“But I can’t fly yet!”

Yoongi held her hand tightly, “If it doesn’t work this time, Tae and I will have to carry you until we get farther away. We’re not leaving you behind.”

Such a loving and touching moment of complete seriousness played out in the front seat while Taehyung took his pants off and mooned the policemen shooting at them.The car swerved a bit, making him sit down.

Cliff. Cliff. Cliff.

“Home! Our warehouse. We can yeet ourselves off the top.” Zula said.

Yoongi nodded, “That’ll work.”

He took a sharp turn and they were headed to see their home one last time. Even in the dark, they recognized that they has passed by Taehyung’s old place. He saw his dad had come to visit and watching TV. He pressed his face to the glass and was gonna scream but knew there would be nothing for them to do. He’d understand.

“Thank you for trying, dad.”

Then they saw their new home in the distance. They were going to make it.

“You got quiet.” Zula said and turned to look at Tae.

“My dad came to visit. I wasn’t there.”

She held his hand, “I’m sure he’ll know why. You started living your life with two people you love very much and who love you too.”

What he didn’t know is that she had left a letter to his father in the Ram. Tae had left his own in a place the other two didn’t know about.

Taehyung’s letter read:

Hey, Dad. I don’t know if I’ll be home when you read this, but I’m happy now. You told me to embrace who I was. I did. You were kind of wrong. You never told me how to embrace myself so it ended up eating away at me for years. With every attempt, another part of me was taken away. I’ve found myself again thanks to two people I love dearly. I’m going to become a better person and start living for them, no for myself because I want to be there for them throughout everything. Although I have never physically died, I’ve been dead on the inside for such a long time, Dad.

If you ever have another kid like me, guide them better than you did with me. Help them learn how to embrace whatever skills they have. Don’t let them get lost like I was. I still love you, but you didn’t do your best as a father. Take care of yourself. I’ll see you someday, I hope.

Your son, Taehyung.

His dad read Zula’s in the Ram. It had been in the glove compartment:

You broke a good son by leaving him to rot. His mind was his own cage and you just let it happen to him, and to your wife. They were terrified of you. They locked themselves away to please you, but I bet they never did. His boyfriend and I can’t fix him. All we can do is love him as much as we can. I’m sure you loved him, but you could’ve showed it more. Forgive me for being so forward. I had my parents’ support and protection, and I was still hurt so many times. Violated since I’m a Demi as well, Lust if you must know. I can’t even imagine still being here if I had to go through it alone. ~Zula

Tae’s dad smiled knowing his song was happier now.

[12:53am]

At the mountain that led up to the warehouse, it was an unfamiliar drive to the policemen. Jin and Namjoon were in the closest car that the suspect known as Taehyung was taunting. Namjoon heard his partner mumble about how disrespectful they were. It was easier once they got into a garage like area that led upwards. All three of them were in there.

Once at the roof, they jumped out with the a duffle bag and started teased the cops who had gotten out of their own vehicles.

Namjoon and Jin told them not to shoot. A small glow surrounded Jin, but it might have just been the adrenaline. All eyes were on Officer Seokjin and the H.A.D team that surrounded them. They were cornered. They would have to come in, hopefully no one would get hurt to the point where death would be their only option.

Namjoon covered his ears, “Why were they screaming so loudly?” It seemed to be without cause, just because they could.

“That’s what cornered beasts do.” Jin replied.

Zula looked right at him and pointed. They had only met once before when he was patrolling one of the school sponsored parties that was also a fundraiser. Dunk tank. She was the first person to get him wet. The sweet smell from then tickled his memory. Cinnamon here and there but vanilla was stronger.

Jungkook had followed the hype on his bike. No one had noticed him trailing them all day. He hid it in the bushes and watched from a shadowy nook. He was on the roof and was terrified as the three of them climbed on the ledge of the roof.

They all nodded at each other. Zula seemed scared. Jungkook hated that look on her face. She smiled at them, though and kissed them each. Then they jumped backwards.

“ZULAAAAA!!” Jungkook screamed and came from his spot to try to save them.

No one could move fast enough to stop him or was strong enough to hold him back, so the boy was able to look down and see a beautiful blue belong to wings of flame light up the night sky. Another pair of wings were made of skin. Like a dragon’s wings would be. They were actually demons.

Zula didn’t have any. Namjoon pulled Jungkook back as he called her name again.

“What are you doing here?” the older brother asked.

“Open fire!” Jin ordered.

“I came to see. I thought you said she wouldn’t get hurt!”

Namjoon looked sad, “They ran and turned it into a chase. There is nothing I could do.” his words were full of regret.

A high pitched scream brought their attention away from each other. Zula had been shot and was falling to her death. Yoongi wouldn’t get to her in time and Tae’s arms were full. Jungkook ran to save her before he knew what he was doing.

The wings finally appeared. Feathered appendages unfurled in a fabulous display. They came out of the shoulder blades and were a pristine white. supported Jungkook as he streamlined to save Zula.

“Don’t shoot! That’s my brother!”

Even Jin was in awe. The bright reveal stunned everyone. Candelaria nudged Namjoon and looked up at the taller man with a smile on her face. A peppermint in her hand.

“I think you should eat yours now too.”

Namjoon did as told.  He ended up catching her, but he had lost his balance in the air since the impact sent him spinning. Yoongi and Tae weren’t sure what to do but tried to get to the ever falling Zula and Jungkook.

They’d have to correct soon or they’d both die. She hid her face in his chest, not sure what was happening but that she was still falling. A tingle familiar to her caused Zula’s whole body seize up until long black feathers exploded out of her back. The world stopped. They were soon both upright in the air. The two other men stopped as the new pair of wings helped to regulate the pair.

Zula looked up at who had caught her, “Jungkook?” She looked behind him. “Feathers.” She pushed herself away from him as her wings flapped on their own. Noticing her own, “Also feathers.”

Jungkook wasn’t sure what was going on, “Zula. What is this? I don’t understand what’s going on. Why the fuck do I have wings? Are you actually a demon?”

“You’re an angel, Jungkook. I’m half demon.” She spared a glance at her partners. “I have to go.”

He wasn’t letting her go, “If you come back, my brother will do his best to make sure you’re safe. I can help protect you--”

“I don’t need your protection!” Zula pulled her hands away. “Jungkook, listen. I can’t stay. There are Demon Hunters down there ready to kill me and my boyfriends the moment we give up. I was never meant for the life I thought I would have, one where we might have become something.”

“You’ll be running forever.” Jungkook looked like he was going to cry.

A fireball knocked down and melted a Demon Hunting Drone. It had come from Taehyung’s own hands. It was targeting her, but they deserved this chance to say goodbye.

Zula nodded, “I know. I’ll be running and hiding, but I won’t be alone. I’m gonna be ok, Kookie. Maybe in another world we could’ve turned out to be something great, but we belong to two completely different sides.”

“Zula, I love you.” He felt like his heart was breaking.

“I know that too.”

Jin was getting impatient and let his own wings be seen. They weren’t as magnificent as Jungkook’s since the kid was an archangel and the reason why everyone had been feeling a little bit more positive these last few days. His birth was coming, but no one knew it would happen like this. The contrast of black and white wings still mesmerized the humans.

They gasped when Jin showed his. The Angel Officer stood on the ledge and jumped as well, flying to do something about the situation so it would end. He would capture her if he could.

Zula hugged her college classmate, “This really hurts to do--like really, my arms feel like they’re being stabbed--but I just want to let you know that I really do forgive you and I’m sorry.”

Jungkook hugged her back even though it burned his skin, “Me too. Now go catch up. I’m powerful than Mr. Kim, so I’m sure he’ll listen to me.”

She nodded and flew to catch up, her arm covered in blood from being shot. At least she had her wings now. A harpie. That’s basically what she was in this form. She winced in pain as she met up and flew off with her boyfriends. Kookie watched and Jin finally caught up to them.

“I’ll get them for you, sir. I just--”

“Leave them.”

Jin was taken aback, “I understand you’re new at this and you have a prior relationship with the girl, but she’s a demon.”

“A Demi-demon who hasn’t hurt anyone! She was defending herself! I know you’re all high and mighty, but she’s got a good heart.I won’t have you hurting her any more.”

The righteous rage in his eyes made Jin back up and lower his head at the younger angel with a higher rank, “Yes, sir.”

[1:38am]

Taehyung, Zula, and Yoongi landed on the closest rooftop that they could when Zula looked like she was gonna pass out. She would’ve crash landed if Yoongi hadn’t caught her and lowered her gently. She had been hit pretty badly by an enchanted bullet. They couldn’t touch it.

They used the bag of cash as a pillow to elevate her head.

“I’m so scared. All of this and suddenly I’m gonna--”

“You’re not gonna die!” Yoongi barked and his voice choked, “I won’t let you.”

Taehyung was pacing, “What do we do? She’s losing a lot of blood.”

Zula had been hit in the side. They had to get her to an emergency room, but she was having a hard time staying conscious enough. The boys tried to keep her awake and searched for anything nearby that could help their girl.

She winced and reached out her hand, “Tae?”

“I’m here.” He grabbed her hand and knelt next to the only person who ever made him want to live.

Yoongi grabbed some money from the bag, “I’m gonna get someone or something to help. Don’t take the bullet out. Keep her awake. I’ll be back soon.”

He jumped off the roof and flew. Zula held Tae closer and he promised she’d stay alive. He’d give her life if he could, so she would. She had too.

“I love you.” She said.

“Don’t go.” were her actual words.

Taehyung held her hand to his lips, “I won’t.”

He said while meaning, “I love you too.”

[1:30am]

The angels landed back on the roof of the warehouse. Jin and Jungkook held their heads high as they met their believers.

“What do you want me to do?” The older asked.

“Make everyone forget tonight. I want them to forget they ever saw them at the club. They never caught up. They’re here because of an anonymous tip. This all goes to charity in a week. Forgive them.”

Jin nodded, “Yes. Your will shall be done.”

Namjoon looked at his brother, “Even me?”

Jungkook met his eyes, “Especially. You’re looking at me like I’m not your brother, and I hate it.”

Candelaria looked up at him, “Me too? No one’s gonna believe a little old lady.”

“You don’t need to lose any more memories.” He smiled at her, tired. So very tired.

“If I could have you attention please?” Jin said.

A blinding light engulfed all those who looked at the guardian Angel. Jungkook walked away to get his bike and ride with a heavy heart and feeling empty and messy and light. He had to meet Him and was on his way to do so.

The light was magnificent. It made everything melt away. All the pain. All the fear. All the stress tonight had brought. The guilt the girl who shot Zula felt. It no longer existed. The three of them were never spotted at the club. They were never chased here. The cops were here on top of a random building because of an anonymous tips. No one was to go looking for them.

It was just light.