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kingofbodyrolls · 9 months

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BTS fic recs: December 2023

HAPPY NEW YEARS!! 🥳 May every single one of you lovely people out there have the best and brightest year to come ✨

I want to thank each and every writer on this list for creating such wonderful stories and art - you are truly amazing ✨ All the fics on this list hold a dear place in my heart 🥹

❗Most of these fics are smutty as hell, so minors dni.❗

If you read anything on this list and you like it, please leave a comment to the writer or reblog the original fic’s post 💜And if you want more fic recs you can follow me to stay updated 🙂

BTS fic rec index → May | Jun | Jul | Aug | Sep (jjk)(knj) | Oct (pjm) | Nov (*) | 💜 (ksj)(kth) |

Emoji meaning → angst = 🌩️, smut = 🥵, fluff = 🥰, comedy = 😂, yandere = 😈, thriller/dark = 👻, personal favorites = 💯.

Namjoon

⭐Good Neighbor @sugaurora [0.7K] // knj x f.reader // neighbors!au, winter!au // 🥰🥰🥰

📝 Namjoon’s solitary tendencies versus the cookies. Spoiler: The cookies win.

🗨️ God, this was so fucking sweet 🥹 like sugary sweet fluffy fantastic! I loved it 💖 the way Namjoon just observes oc, and then helping her in the end 👏🏾 even though this is short, it’s fucking brilliant. The writing is just 😘😘 like I wished there was so much more, but I’m also so pleased with just what is 😌

⭐A Word from our Sponsors 💯 @ugh-yoongi [17.5K] // knj x f.reader // podcast!au, f2l, idiots to lovers // 😂🥵🥰

📝 You’ve co-hosted a podcast with namjoon for three years; have known him even longer. the two of you have always been the picture of platonic, but that hasn’t stopped the internet from doing what the internet does. the shipping? a little weird at first, but you can understand it: two attractive twenty-somethings always in close proximity to one another, obvious (platonic!) chemistry—people have created ships for less. the fanfiction, though? also pretty funny… until you can’t stop thinking about it.

🗨️ Okay. This. Was. Exceptional ✨🥹 I am slightly speechless, so this review might be short or long or just a rambling of my dainty thoughts. Here goes: it was amazing, seriously one of the best fics I’ve ever read 😭 everything just had that perfect flow, the writing was incredible, like I can’t even speak? The characters, out of this world fantastic ✨ the whole thing, just, perfect. Perfection. I don’t know what else to call it, sorry. The world building and tension was so fucking delicious I just ate it up! 😭 And their banter and chemistry was just off the charts amazing. Perfection. And it was so fucking hilarious too!! Many times I was just laughing or chuckling, like the lovesick fool I am 😂 it was definitely worth it to stay up late tonight to finish this masterpiece ✨ And them reading the fanfiction 💀 😂 priceless ✨👏🏾

Seokjin

⭐The IKEA Test by @yoon-bug [9.1K] // ksj x f.reader // established relationship // 🥵🥰😂

📝 One review on IKEA’s website called the BRIMNES bed frame the leading cause of divorce due to its difficult assembly. You and Seokjin had laughed when you read it. Now, you weren’t so sure.

🗨️ Their banter and all the sexual innuendos are damn hilarious! I thoroughly enjoyed this very much 💜

⭐I Don’t Think I’m Okay by @ressjeon [4K] // ksj x f.reader // slice of life, idiots to lovers!au, childhood friends!au // 🥵🥰🌩️

📝 With many chances wasted, you couldn’t even resist anymore.

🗨️ A cute little Seokjin fic 🥰

⭐Turn Back Time 💯 by @raplinesmoon [13.3K] // ksj x f.reader // time travel!au // 🥵🥰🌩️😂

📝 After total humiliation at his middle school baseball try outs, Kim Seokjin wants nothing more than for his awkward years to fade away until he’s thirty. Cue a magic baseball glove, and his wish is finally granted. Seokjin suddenly wakes up seventeen years later, now the star pitcher of the team he’d always dreamed of playing for. Confused and overwhelmed at the prospect of the new life waiting for him, he turns to the only person who seems to understand him — you. Will Seokjin learn what it truly means to be thirty, flirty, and thriving? Or will he find himself wishing he could turn back time?

🗨️ Seokjin’s childhood/school was just, ugh, I really felt heartache for thirteen year old Seokjin 🥹 So very common as a kid, to wish you’re older – and then it’s just not what he expected at all. I really loved it! There were a few times I was laughing so damn hard, times where I was shedding a few tears as well. Just, incredibly good; very well written, the story was captivating and motivating, just yeah, brilliant. (Sorry, I’m suddenly bad with words). I loved the ‘lessons’ he learned, and then having the luxury (I’m using that word because we don’t have that irl) of going back to his childhood (almost like starting over) and damn it was good 👏💯

Yoongi

⭐Sinful Lust [series; ongoing] 💯 by @oddinary4bts [wordcount loading…] // myg x jjk x f.reader // established relationship, bisexual boyfriend!Yoongi, slice of life // 🥵🌩️

📝In an attempt to spice up your bedroom life with your boyfriend Min Yoongi, you suggest bringing another man into the action. Yoongi seems reluctant at first, but when you mention his friend Jeon Jungkook, he can’t deny his attraction. All that’s left to do is to convince Jungkook into participating…

🗨️ Holy 😱 😱 😱 this is just completely unadulterated sin 🥵🫣 I can not describe how much I love this fic! It has A LOT of angst and at times it’s just sad reading how each character falls apart 😭 it’s amazing! If you’re into stories that will have you question your own morals and who to root for, this is for you 💖

⭐In Between the Pages of You [series; ongoing] @unique-high [wordcount loading…] // myg x f.reader // s2l // 🥰😂🌩️

📝 Yoongi fell in love with you. A girl he had never even met before. Knew everything that you were made up of within 96 pages of a worn red journal with a nirvana sticker on front, with coffee and tea-stained pages that also smelled of lilacs and summer.

🗨️ I can already tell that this story will be amazing; it’s so sweet, cute and tender. The storyline/idea is really cute and fluffy, like who wouldn’t love that?? 😭 And as someone who wrote countless journals as a teen, this one just hits differently. It’s so cute and the concept is gold 💜 I really, really look forward to reading the next chapters and what Yoongi will uncover of OC through her journal. And if he can return it to her sometime and they meet! 🥹

⭐F*ck Christmas 💯 @sailoryooons [23.4K] // myg x f.reader // f2l // 🥰🥵

📝 Making hating Christmas your entire personality was never the plan. Then again, it seems bad things only ever happen around Christmas - like discovering your fiancé cheating on you, forcing you to move back to your sleepy hometown. But Min Yoongi happens to love Christmas, and if there is one thing your very stubborn childhood crush is going to do, it’s try to reignite your Christmas spirit. Even if he has to force-feed it to you with gingerbread cookies and too-sweet eggnog.

🗨️ Gosh, I remember reading this sometime last year and it was perfection - it still is! ✨ It’s so so so fucking good. If you haven’t read it, please do so 🥹 it’s also one of the best Christmasy fics 💜

Hoseok

⭐Ho Ho Horrible 💯 @ugh-yoongi [5.6K] // jhs x f.reader // e2l, neighbor!au, holiday!au // 🥵🥰😂

📝 (or, the one where your neighbor is a relentless christmas caroler and refuses to take a hint, but at least he's really hot.)

🗨️ No– this was just so freaking cute! 😭 Like fluffy cute and also extremely funny, just what I love. I loved this so much 💜 OC’s friendship with Tae, their banter was 💯 and then with Hobi, just so so good! It was so cute and OC’s internal dialogue is just funny 😂A really cute holiday themed Hoseok fic that I can’t recommend enough!!!! Everything was just great. Had me smiling and giggling a few times – please go read it 🥹💜

⭐Started with a Sparkle, now we’re on Fire @the-boy-meets-evil [6.5K] // jhs x f.reader // f2l // 🥵

📝 You're feeling self conscious about your recent break-up and hoseok is more than happy to teach you a thing or two.

🗨️ Really really good! I really liked it 💜 I really loved how both sweet and demanding Hoseok was, guiding oc through everything.

Jimin

⭐Couchsurfer 💯 @heartbeatan [6K] // pjm x f.reader // s2l // 🥵🥰

📝 This was left intentionally blank 🫥

🗨️ Omg this was so fucking good! 💯 First, really well written and the pacing was lovely, even though it’s short and one night they spend together 🥹 the build up of their tension and their chemistry was off the charts! So impeccably done! Fuck. I loved it ✨ it’s insane how good this story is and Jimin is just so sweet, romantic and nasty 🥵 I can’t tell you how turned on I got by the description of how Jimin handled OC, like damn 🥵 this is so fucking good, please don’t sleep on the this beauty 💖 Normally, I’m not one for one night stands, because I catch feelings for the characters, but this has a lovely ending that I loved - so fucking good!

Lol. Can not stop screaming about this one. Please go read it, fuck. PLEASE 😌 ✨

⭐Paper Hearts @namfinessed [9K] // pjm x f.reader // f2l, college!au // 🥰

📝 hearts fragile like paper, tear it or don’t?

🗨️ I think it is both cute and heartwarming, with their foolishness and stubbornness towards each other. I loved how the fic becomes full circle with the description of love by both Jimin and reader and then again at the end - really, really beautiful! 😍 I really loved this, it was well written, their friendship and love really shined through too! If you haven’t read this one yet, you really should 💜

Taehyung

⭐The Wannabe-Photographer Chronicles [series] by @gimmethatagustd [14K] // kth x f.reader // frenemies to lovers // 🥵

📝 You’re so tired of Kim Taehyung’s hipster, wannabe-photographer ass. You’re so tired of Kim Taehyung’s stupid smile and stupid jokes and stupid way of getting under your skin and sticking in your brain.

🗨️ At first I did not realize that this was a series, therefore I’ve linked to the masterlist, lol. Anyway, this series is just so fucking hot, like WHAT 🥵 There’s a lot of banter and their mutual ‘hatred’ for each other just makes this hit incredible hard. Really amazing ✨

⭐Loverboy 💯 by @kookslastbutton [7.1K] // kth x f.reader // established relationship // 🥵🥰🌩️

📝 After a startling conversation with your coworkers, you start feeling insecure about your sexual prowess. You don't initiate as much, you haven't worn lingerie yet, and you're still timid about doing much seducing with your body–are you giving your boyfriend boring sex? Taehyung reassures you that you are perfect and have nothing to worry about.

🗨️ These coworkers gotta go, okay?! 😠🤣 Planting seeds of doubt in OC’s head, no, no. Tae to the rescue!! He is so sweet in this too, yes a real ‘loverboy’ 😍 Gosh and then best friend Jimin - that was just pure gold, their relationship and how he helps OC 🥹 That is friendship goals!! A sweet, loving and comforting Taehyung fic - I loved it ✨

⭐Hush, yeah? [series; ongoing/hiatus] by @kithtaehyung [wordcount loading…] // kth x f.reader // brother’s best friend!au, music festival!au // 🥵

📝 Who knew an innocent accident could turn things so dirty..

🗨️ Pure gold ✨ — I don’t really have much to say, except GO READ IT.

⭐Under wraps by @jungkxook [15K] // kth x f.reader // e2l, fake dating // 🥵🥰

📝 There’s nothing you and taehyung seem to hate more than each other - except for christmas. having recently been dumped by your (now ex) boyfriend only seems to make this holiday even worse. but when taehyung suggests that you should pretend to be dating each other to save you both the embarrassment, pity, and bothersome questions from family and friends alike for a fun carefree month of celebrations, you can’t possibly say no.

🗨️ I just love me some good enemies to lovers AU 🥵 the relationship between OC and tae is really good, I think the tension between them was well built 👏🏾 I loved how their relationship unfolded and grew through their fake dating 🥹 the way OC realized she had feelings for him, but he had showed her before in his subtle moves, how much more he relaxed in her presence. I loved the interaction between oc and tae’s parents too, the way that they could obviously tell that OC was head over heels 😂 ah just, It was really really good! It was funny, it was comforting, and such a lovely read around Christmas! And the smut was sweet and tender (also hot!) 😍 a really great fic that I’ll add to my Christmas re-reads for years to come ✨ I loved it! Please go read it if you haven’t already 🥹

⭐Somebody Else 💯 by @jamaisjoons [4.2K] // kth x f.reader ft. yoongi // established relationship + post break up!au // 🥵🌩️

📝 Yoongi doesn’t want you anymore. but he can’t stand watching you with someone else.

🗨️ Holy s– 🥵 I don’t even know where to begin with this one! It’s really good and the that is mainly from Yoongi’s pov makes it truly special – he is observing them and damn is it hot 🥵 Aish, really good 💯

Jungkook

Nothing this month 😞 — I AM SO SORRY that I haven’t read any with JK this month (though he is featuring in some with the other members). My JK ‘to read’ list is the LONGEST imao 😂 I’ll hopefully do better next month – but you can always check my Jungkook Library 💜

I have spend most of December being on holiday/time off, which gave me a lot of time to write my own stuff, which in the end gave me less time to read 😣 But it’s all good! I loved getting some stories and thoughts out of my head and now there’s space to read and obsess over other’s stories again 😀

Borahae 💜

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mrsackermannx · 4 months

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trust me with it | choso kamo

choso has experienced so much of what it is to be human already, but you're slowly making him realise that he's far more human than he thought.

word count: 7k

tagging: (ya’ll interacted with my interact to be tagged post back in November🥺) @meownotgood @sixpennydame @tomuraslut @romantichomicide95 @cathybarn @c-h-e-r-r-i-e-s @whatthefucksatan @loveackermannn + @p00pdev1l (have to tag you my beloved <3)

tags: 18+ canonverse choso kamo x fem!sorcerer reader, minor manga spoilers, (nothing plot wise is mentioned other than yuuji and megumi reuniting/implied culling games arc/ post shibuya incident arc), loss of virginity (virgin choso) but still soft dom choso, corruption kink too I guess?? choso has a big dick, breeding kink, size kink, slight praise kink, belly bulge, unprotected sex, use of "human/little human," light love confession/confession of feelings-so sex with feelings? low-key self indulgent, not beta read, vvv intense sex, possessive/smitten choso (slightly yandere at the end??)

author’s note 💌: (nov 23): hope this isn’t a little too ooc, ive been dying to write something for choso and this came to me so i had to write it! virgin characters are my faves to write🤭(june 24): I HAVE HAD THIS SAT IN MY DRAFTS SINCE NOVEMBER AND WANTED TO SET IT FREE😭😭😭

Choso had been plunged into a world of the unknown from the moment he met you. Before you, he liked to believe that one hundred and fifty years of existence meant that his wisdom would always be the indispensable weapon against which he truly feared—the unknown, and the humanity of his heart.

He was hardly a stranger to continuous, repetitive loops of thought but it felt as if his brain had rewired itself. Not even his inner world was safe from the insatiable need to be near you, his own thoughts searched for you when they dared stray elsewhere.

He thumped the tile before him, hot water scalding his back as he willed his hopeless blood to answer him. It was acting on its accord all the time, his heart nothing but frenzied beating in his chest, not even his body in his own control anymore.

The need to be near you, to feel you and touch you in ways he couldn’t even explain was going to be his undoing tonight. Sharing a room with you seemed to send equal prickles of fear and excitement through him.

You reached out for your reflection in the glass as if you’d throttle it but chose to reach out and trail patterns against the window instead. You wrote nonsense for a few moments, before cursed energy started to zap through your fingertips in minute electric pulses. A shower normally reset you after a day like this, but you supposed this was a rather special circumstance.

You were glad to be alive even though you didn’t feel you deserved it and the weight of your fellow sorcerers still slugged down your shoulders. The responsibility for your students was an ever present taste in your mouth. You eyed your tattered uniform beside you, all too grateful for the hotel robe Choso had insisted you wear after he picked apart the suitcase left by the last guests. It was soft and fluffy, perfect for how light your body felt after your shower and admittedly around Choso.

You gripped your stomach, the guilt demanding to be free. Your head was still fuzzy from how hot you’d had your shower, as you’d yearned to wash away all that had happened. But that would be a dream, “Satoru, I’m sorry I wasn’t there,” you whispered, laying your forehead against the cool glass.

Thankfully the wailing vibrations of a nearby car alarm rattled through the glass and then your ears, dragging you from the dark edges of your mind.

You peered down below at the scene, squinting to figure out the cause of the chaos. Cackles of maniacal laughter followed sounds of crumbling concrete as your eyes darted from fire to fire. When one was extinguished another rose up in its place. Yet the neon lights of Tokyo still shone, a loyal audience and an ever present reminder of what life used to be like.

It was pure anarchy, like waking up from one nightmare and going right back into another. Yet the world was not ending and then starting again it just kept ending instead.

You weren’t sure what was worse, the hell out there, or the one in this room? Choso wasn’t quite sure either, he thought as much as he watched you intently from the doorway of the bathroom. He found he could often do so and never tire of it because there was a fluidity to your movements that calmed him, something that reminded him of water, like warm waves somewhere safe.

He liked that about you, he liked a lot about you.

You glanced at his reflection in the glass, and resisted smiling at how he watched you so attentively. Concern knitted his features into something soft and more approachable than the expression he usually showed everyone else.

He was so cute and serious all at once that it was infuriating. He towered over you in height and his hands dwarfed yours, every feature of his face was dark and perfect, and maddeningly symmetrical like he was crafted in heaven, like some kind of dark, beautiful, fallen angel.

But nothing about Choso was what you expected, that you learned early. He might have looked intimidating, but he was careful and patient, he stopped to admire flowers when he thought nobody was watching, he didn’t always say a lot, nor did he smile often, but he had an array of expressions that always managed to move you in some way.

You sighed. You resented how he’d managed to send the usually calm waves of your heart into a frenzy, a full blown tsunami.

But you couldn’t hate him, it was impossible. Not when every interaction you had together, you treasured so sincerely. You casted your mind back to just nights ago, when you were sitting together on a roof in some district, sharing konbini raided food together under the stars. He held his onigiri out to cheers with yours, a phantom smile on his lips before he took a bite.

Or when your hand brushed his as you were walking back and he frowned at how cold it was, clasping it immediately on instinct with his large, warm hand. You tried to shake his grip but he shook his head and clasped it tighter, urging you to keep up with his pace. You didn’t argue it any further.

Then just this morning after passing through what used to be a department store. You all but yelped when you felt something hook around your throat from behind. But a hand landing atop of your head quickly stopped your thrashing, “It’s just me.” You heard the glimmer of his smile, turning with one of your own.

He was still smiling, simply as if he was so fond of you that words were futile to express the depth. Your throat went dry as he adjusted the scarf on you, “I found this,” he murmured, before continuing ahead, turning to beckon you when you stood there frozen.

This person often acted without words and out of pure kindness and it baffled you. You knew what he had done and what he was capable of, but every wordless gesture, reassuring nod, and the warm brush of his fingertips against yours had you rethinking everything about love.

His deep voice settled through your body and calmed your rising nerves. He’d only said your name but it sounded like the unmistakable call to come home, it made you feel like a child again.

You were still standing at the window, then, he thought, no doubt thinking of other sorcerers, of Satoru, at least you knew Yuuji and Megumi were safe, only a few doors down.

“You should sleep,” he murmured, soft footsteps growing close until his body heat somehow billowed against your nape.

It was easier to face yourself than him right now, so you dared not meet your faces in the reflection staring back at you. “What are you thinking about?”

You wanted to speak but found yourself trembling, silent tears rushed to embrace your palms, staggering where you stood you tried to cover your eyes, but Choso was already there. You felt his strong arms lock around you, stilling the tremors that shook you. You stiffened at first before you melted, the hard pieces of you pooling to his feet like wax.

“What are you doing, Choso?”

“I felt like it was right,” he whispered, resting his chin upon your head. Instinctively his hands cupped your cheeks, swiping away the warm tears rolling there. “You stopped shaking.”

You couldn’t breathe now for entirely different reasons, being handled so tenderly seemed to make you even more tearful.

The commotion of the fighting in the distance seemed to unsettle you more, making Choso exhale suddenly through his nose. “I…wish you didn’t have to see that.”

Your lips parted, “I don’t want to think about anything anymore Choso,” you croaked. “I don’t want to think about anything.”

“Can you think about me?” he bashfully asked, stroking his hands through your hair. “I just want to help you.”

“I don’t want to burden you, just go to bed, okay?”

He stiffened against you, unhanding you to head over to bed.

“You don’t have to fight how you feel around me. I’m not one of your students.”

“I know.” You refused to let yourself crumble anymore around him, it was too dangerous, for so many reasons.

“We have to rest so we can fight,” he murmured. You turned to find him gesturing again to the space beside him. You sighed and he countered you with an even louder one. He crossed his arms as you smirked at the sound, “Don’t be stubborn. You need to sleep.”

His bluntness was something he did to lessen the burden of talking at times, but when he spoke to you it felt as if he did it to protect your heart. It was obvious he didn’t always know how he should say things before others, but with you it came easy.

You let out a bitter laugh, wrapping your arms around your cold body. “You know, Choso? The more time passes, I can see that you’re an older sibling.”

He decided to take that as a compliment, humming in gratitude before continuing to pat the empty space beside him. “Then listen, come here and sleep. You can’t sleep over there.”

He cocked his brow at you, “Can you?”

“Listen, I don’t care what Yuuji says, alright? I don't trust you.”

You immediately covered your mouth as if to take the projectiled words back. You turned back quick enough to see the frown on his face before it was gone before he impassively said, “At least trust him.”

Your eyes held each other's gaze until you refused to be lost in the beautiful unsurety of those dark brown eyes. So you stared back at the moon instead, wondering how you found time crumbling into nothing whenever you looked at him. You were trying to ignore the pangs of your heart, asking it why it had chosen now to fall for this half-human, half-curse you found so utterly captivating.

Even with your back to him the reflection of him was clear beside you, not willing to leave your side. He was wearing whatever clothes the last guests had left. A black t-shirt and some loose sweatpants, and his hair was loose and silky at his shoulders from his shower, and his skin was still flushed from it, too.

The image beside you, and the reality behind you caged you in, forcing you to face your true desires and the guilt that was tugging at your gut. He was innocently offering you space beside him to rest and your mind was everywhere else. You couldn’t ignore how seductive he sounded when he spoke this late at night, or how the sight of him reclining against the headboard with his thighs slightly spread like that was so sexually charged it was making your thoughts run wild.

Without his usual clothing you could see how thick his biceps were, and how broad his chest really was. You longed for him to touch you, to hold you, to explore you so he could learn what being human really meant.

His aura and general demeanour was so undeniably strong it had you wondering how much longer he’d play this game with you, and what he’d do to you if you gave him the opportunity. But a part of you also doubted that he felt that way about you, or anyone for that matter.

“It’s cold over there,” he pressed again, no malice at all, only concern. “Yuuji told me that I'm naturally warmer, it must be because my blood circulates differently…So, you really should come and sleep here next to me.”

You were freezing in your robe, unwilling to put your tattered uniform back on. So, you finally abandoned the window ledge, “What are you gonna do if I do?”

His face furrowed, “Whatever you want me to do,” he sounded more like he was asking. He'd been around you long enough to pick up on the slither of the nuance aching to be acknowledged.

“I’d rather not hear you complaining any more beside me though.”

“Whatever.”

He cracked you a half-smile, happy to see you finally listening to him, even if you were being a brat about it. “Good.”

You were sure you caught his gaze on your thighs as you neared the bed. You’d been chalking it up to him being curious, but the way his eyes had lapped over your bare skin tonight held something you could feel in your core.

“Do you think I don’t notice when you do that? Earlier, too?” you blurted.

His eyes darted to the door as if he planned to escape or as if Yuuji was about to burst in and declare that he room with him instead, rather than the tall black haired boy he’d been attached to the hip with since they reunited.

“I don’t want to fight with you. Yuuji respects you-“

He looked up at you, those dark eyes alight with something reminiscent of relief and perhaps yearning? His unwavering gaze sent flutters through you, it was like he was taking in every detail and leaving everything else alone.

“I’d appreciate it if you’d acknowledge my question at least.”

He pouted, noticing how your arms were tightly folded and how you were looking down at him with an indecipherable emotion. He hadn’t quite figured that one out yet, he thought, but he liked the look of it on you. It excited him somewhere, somehow.

“Choso?” Your voice was a soft, hypnotising hum whenever you said his name all honeyed like that.

His mouth went dry as he really took you in. How the moon was creeping in to illuminate your skin, drifting down your throat to where your blood pumped. He briefly questioned whether all of these feelings were because your blood was special? How was it that you glowed like the sun and the moon had gifted you their light? Why were you so attractive to him?

The bathrobe was much too big for you, the sleeves large and encasing your wrists, but it cinched in your waist. You had such an attractive shape, one that was so different to his own. He’d spent far too long trying to conjure up how you must look in his mind, but he could never form the image. Clothes were always in the way, taunting him, teasing him.

“Choso!”

“Yeah, yeah-“ His eyes widened as you closed the gap between you both, kneeling tentatively in front of him. He quickly brought his legs to his chest and turned away from you.

You scoffed, “You’re the one that wanted me over here so bad.”

Blood was thundering in his ears and his skin was burning so hot he feared he was about to explode into a thousand different pieces. He needed to hold himself together because he felt like if he looked at you he’d be doomed. Maybe his worst worries were true, he couldn’t be around humans like you, at his core he was nothing but a curse. What if you caused his body to show him yet another reaction? One that was weird? One you would hate?

“I know,” he mumbled, curling up on his side, he appeared to be shaking slightly, as he rocked his hips every few seconds. He was trying to elevate the pressure building in his lower half that was making him feel like he might burst. “I still do.”

You sighed, leaning over his body to assess his face. “Now you’re just worrying me.” You rested your hand on his forehead and he groaned.

“Why are you burning up like this? Were you not supposed to shower or something? I don’t see how you’re any different from us in that regard?”

He groaned into his fist, “Ever since I lost my brothers, and I met Yuuji. I've been feeling and experiencing things I never have before. I thought the worst and the best were over. But now, you?”

He was groaning like he was in pain. “I don’t think I can take it any longer.”

“Hey, calm down.” You bit your lip, “Take what? Should I get Yuuji?”

He quickly shook his head.

“Then I guess I’ll keep my eye on you tonight.”

The bed dipped beside him as you laid down, curling your body up like his. He froze, staring at you and your mouth, your lips looked so soft, he ached to touch them.

“Listen, I’m sorry for snapping at you. It’s not like I don’t trust you.” You paused, “You’re interesting, Choso. I’m just intrigued by you. I don’t know what you think of me, I guess that’s why I want to know why you stare at me like you do?”

His brows pinched together.

“Like earlier?”

“Was I?”

You nuzzled closer to savour the sweet treat of his scent. It was nothing and everything human all at once; sweet, and vaguely like metal.

“Maybe Yuuji hasn’t told you this…but like, you can’t just stare at people's bodies so obviously.”

“Their faces are better?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay. Got it,” he said slowly, but then he noticed you had nothing under your robe. He wondered if your nipples were hard because he could see goosebumps spreading over your skin.

His eyes settled on the space free from your robe. “And I…was staring at your body?”

“Yeah.”

Your eyes followed his, watching him grow more shameless by the second. With every doubt you had, a shaky breath or a small noise would escape him, that had you questioning if he felt the same desire for you. Seconds felt like minutes, as Choso allowed his gaze to roam freely of you, as you allowed him to.

“And…you don’t like that?” he whispered after what felt like forever, making your heart beat faster with all of these stolen whispers.

“You don’t like when I stare?”

Time slowed and all other sounds ceased to exist to him, he could hear every bat of your lashes, and every hesitant swallow. He was watching you so carefully he barely blinked. “I want you to tell me why.”

Then you did it, the thing that confirmed everything for him as you clenched your thighs together, ever so slightly. His own were locked firmly together, as he could feel something was happening there that he couldn’t explain. Maybe you were experiencing the same thing, he thought. He didn’t want to grapple with doubt when this might be the only time he had with you like this.

“It’s just not something you should do,” you finally replied, curt and crisp, but the way your voice shook suggested anything but. He could feel the heat emulating from you now. You were on fire, too, or at least he hoped you were, because he was finally at bursting point.

“I want to show you what you do to me. Do you want to see?”

Your lips parted to speak but before you could he was sitting up and gesturing to the thick bulge in his pants.

“This. This is mine,” he whispered, leaning in so his breath brushed your neck. “You know what’s happening to me, don’t you?”

You throbbed and pulsed for him, weakened by your desire. “You really are getting used to this whole human thing admirably fast. It’s endearing, honestly. You want sex and you’re already figuring it out?-“

“I don’t want to just get you pregnant-“

The tension broke with your laughter, “That’s not all sex is for, Choso. There’s many ways to do it, did you know that?”

“There’s another way?”

“Choso, if I show you, you can’t go around telling everybody, okay?”

“Is it special?”

“Not every time. But it can be. Shall I explain first?”

“Yes.”

“People have sex because it feels really good. When a man and a woman have sex, yes, they can produce life. But people have sex mostly because it feels good, are you understanding me here?”

He nodded, “It can be called fucking too. Sex is sometimes called fucking.”

He leaned closer with his eyes glued to your lips. “How did you know that’s what I wanted?”

You swallowed as he studied your face so intently, “Because you’re hard, right?”

He frowned in confusion, rushing to check his stomach, “Where?”

You couldn’t help but laugh again, “Oh you’re too sweet. Sit back.”

He let go of your hand and leant against the headboard awaiting your next move. You couldn’t help but wonder how long he could remain this composed?

You carefully lowered yourself on his lap, watching him wince, you knew it was because his cock was probably growing more sensitive by the minute. Due to his abilities, his blood was in a frenzy everywhere.

“You’re curious, aren’t you? About my body?”

Your words were all he needed for his body to act for him, as he reached and ripped your robe open and apart, “Choso,” you stammered, “you should have asked!”

His hand cupped your throat carefully, thumbing your thudding pulse point. “I knew you wanted that. Your heart has been beating like this since you laid down. You want to show me your body too, and you want me to touch it. Explore it. Don’t you?”

He smirked at you, and he looked so gorgeous it hurt.

“You want sex, don’t you? But are you sure you want it with me? I don't know what to do.”

You lifted his chin and smiled, making that primal part of him go even crazier, “It’s okay. I still want it with you, Choso.”

In the rush of the moment he suddenly realised what he wasn’t laying his eyes on, and he gasped as he finally did, though all to himself. “I can touch you?”

You nodded and he worked the robe down your arms, he was mesmerised, brown eyes glimmering in the low light. His breath growing heavier at the sight, “You’re so soft,” he stroked you so gently it turned you into mush. His hands rose up and down the dips of your curves, over and over as he appreciated the unique shape of you. It seemed like he wanted to commit your every breath to memory.

“You’re beautiful,” he said under his breath as he cupped your breasts, rubbing your nipples with his thumbs. “They’re so beautiful…You’re so beautiful.”

He leaned forward to rest his face in your breasts, locking a hand with yours. As he listened to your frenzied heart and toyed with your nipple, mesmerised by your body.

You ran your fingers through his hair and he moaned softly, pulling away to touch and grab at you all over again. His eyes locked on yours, watching the way you were getting worked up from his every touch. He noticed how much faster your heart beated when his hand stroked down your centre and neared lower. So he paused at your abdomen.

“You’re…exquisite.” His eyes were in yours like they always were, intense and full of anticipation. “Here, this part of you too.” He was flushed all the way up to his ears. “What do I call it?”

You smirked, “My stomach?”

He was trembling, trying to contain himself. Shaking his head, he asked a wordless question. You smiled, and he took that as assurance to venture further, cupping the hot heat between your legs. “You look so pretty like this, when I’m touching you here,” he whispered, watching your teeth sink into your lip as your arousal drowned his fingertips.

“My pussy? You’re touching my pussy,” you whispered. “Do you like it?”

He nodded eagerly, “This is where I put mine?”

“Do you want to?”

He nodded again, “Can I…look at it? Closer?”

“You can do what you want with it, Choso.” You cupped his face, leaning close. “I want you to do whatever feels natural to you.” You kissed along his jaw as you spoke, he quivered at each one.

“I think you’re more human than you give yourself credit for. A curse might have had its way with me by now and I know you must be bursting to try these new things as they come. So we’re going to do something special first.”

“What?”

“We’re gonna kiss. Kissing is done in all kinds of ways, you kiss your family on the cheek, normally. You kiss lovers on the lips. You kiss people you have sex with on the lips. It feels really good. Got it?”

“You’re going to show me though, aren’t you? You’re going to lead me.”

“Yeah, you ready?”

He nodded, “We’ll close our eyes, and then I’m gonna kiss you, got it? My lips will touch yours, and then you’ll let nature take its course from there. Don’t worry about being too rough with me,” you eyed his hands that were now resting at his sides, “You won’t hurt me. I’m a sorcerer, remember? It would take a lot to do that.”

“Then come here and give me your lips.” He tugged your mouth onto his, your lips meeting his eager ones, you thought he’d need a second to adjust to the sensation, but in a single second you were being slammed down onto your back. He clutched your face in his hands so he could kiss you without any distractions, it felt like he’d never let go. Everytime you moaned, he would too, like every kiss bonded you closer together.

He kissed you like he’d been waiting years for this, rutting his clothed cock into your naked, wet centre. You slid your tongue against his and he started to grunt, and his skin grew so hot against yours you wondered if he might set you both alight.

He was quick, and eager, pulling away to rip away his shirt, but earnest as he grabbed and then placed your hands on him. You made sure he felt your desire too, kissing all over him, finding that sensitive place just under his ear to suck and kiss. But then he was fighting you, just so he could kiss down your throat to get your tits once more, learning and learning. “I can kiss anywhere?”

“Yeah,” you moaned.

His eyes darkened with lust as he gripped both your breasts, running his teeth all over them and sucking until your blood rose to the surface in the shapes of his lips.

“I saw a lifetime when I saw you. I saw you, and I felt it all. I thought that was your technique, that you were going to lure me in and kill me with your beauty. I was wrong. Thank you for giving me your body. Trust me with it.”

He was gasping against your skin, running his hands up and down like you were about to disappear. And if his words were intense, his actions were even more so. “I want to kiss you forever.”

You had no idea what to reply to him right now, but there was something so beautiful about how direct he was, he loved his brothers, he knew of emotions, like love and admiration. He knew what he felt for you and he could put it into these words.

Falling for this man was hardly unusual when what you felt was so real.

“I trust you, Choso. I want you to kiss me for as long as you want to.”

“I can kiss here then?” he said, throwing your thighs over his shoulders as he gripped your hips and leered at your pussy.

“It’s so wet,” he hummed in awe, before he closed the space and kissed it. He let out such a loud groan you had to shush him, but then that was just it. He was sucking all over so your juices could dance through his taste buds. He was licking and sucking on your pussy with so much zeal you were surely louder than he was.

Choso was learning fast. He knew that you surely couldn’t be this wet like this all the time, he gathered it was because your body was readying itself to take him. Which also meant you wanted to take him, he wanted to take you. He’d yearned for you, he’d adored you. He adored this.

“I could do this forever,” he moaned, the grip bruising on your hips, as he locked you firmly in place so he could explore you. “Those noises of yours. Don’t stop. You won’t stop. I’m telling you not to stop them.”

“Yes Choso!”

He never thought the sound of his name could taste so sweet. He was groaning into you, sucking and licking until your swollen clit rubbing against his lips caught his attention. You prayed he’d be gentle as he spread your lips and looked at you, awaiting your reaction as he gave it a softer flick of his tongue. You shuddered so sweetly, squeezing his shoulders and tugging on his hair.

“That’s a sensitive part of you, isn’t it?” He chuckled to himself, a grin on his lips, “My sensitive little human.”

Your eyes widened at the words and he watched as more slick oozed from your throbbing sex. He laughed again, the deep sound reverberating deep in your core, he was so beautiful, so hypnotising. He brushed the hair from his eyes and kissed along your thighs, still keeping you spread.

“I’ll be gentle with you. I won’t break you unless that’s what you want.”

The pleasure you were experiencing from a half-human half-curse should have been illegal, it probably violated some sorcery law somewhere but you didn’t care. Not when he was somehow saying and doing everything to make you tick.

He kept licking and sucking until he found what you liked, and noticed the way you were shaking, the way your thighs were squeezing him tight so he didn’t stop. You gripped his hair, moaning his name as you came, the sweet taste filling his mouth until you had to forcibly push him away.

“Don’t keep your sweetness from me. That was all mine,” he grunted, travelling up your body with kisses. He took your face in one hand, his voice softening as he looked at you beaming in your afterglow, “Did I give you too much? Can’t take anymore of me?”

You shook your head, barely able to catch your breath. “You made me feel so good, Choso, you gave me an orgasm. That’s important in sex, to give your partner orgasms, it’s what just happened.”

His thumb rubbed your lower lip, marvelling at the subtle mark he’d left from biting it earlier, and he smiled, “So you keep stimulating your partner until they can’t take anymore, releasing themselves on you.”

“You catch on fast.”

He grinned, kissing you deeply as he rutted himself into you. “Show me what to do,” he said breathlessly. “I need you, now.”

“Fuck Choso your cock, I can feel it.”

You started to tug down his sweatpants, taking the time to admire how broad and built he was, he really was no different from a human at all. He moaned with every press of your lips on his skin, he’d made them so swollen, kissing and biting on them like he was ravenous.

You released his cock from the confines of his pants and gasped, frozen at the sight. “Are you scared of me? Is it different?”

“No, it’s amazing…” you licked your lip, “It’s just so big.”

The warm weight of his hand landed on your stomach, he rubbed there, reassuring whilst also obviously trying to calculate this himself, “But you want it, don’t you?” he murmured, soft, “So we can make it fit, can’t we? We have enough of this together.”

He was so clumsy as he touched himself it made your heart swell, gathering the slick that was pooling down his cock. He took it, and made sure to cover your pussy in it, pausing when his finger slipped inside of you with ease. But then you moaned so deliciously he found his jaw growing slack, eager to keep pleasing you.

“That’s why you’ve got this little hole haven’t you? It stretches to fit things inside, so it’s going to fit me inside like it’s doing right now.”

You quickly nodded, beyond fucked out by this man as he continued to stuff his precum into your pussy. “Yes Choso.”

“You’re so beautiful like this,” he grunted, stuffing in more of his fingers to fuck you even better. “Naked and free.”

“You can put it in now, Choso. It’ll fit. I want it.”

“Because you want me don’t you?”

“Yes Choso.”

You watched him, gripping the base of himself and aligning his heavy cockhead to your opening. His face was lost in pleasure, lost to every sensation, he was beautiful like this too, you thought.

“Only me?”

“Only you, Choso.”

“Then let me see everything,” he whispered against your forehead, large hands folding you and spreading your thighs wide. “You’re so beautiful. I want to see it all.”

“Please be gentle,” You whimpered, feeling him start to push in, you braced yourself, hanging on to him tight.

He groaned into your cheek as he felt resistance from you, no matter how good you felt he’d rather die than hurt you. “Is there another way?”

“Lie down.”

He did as you said, watching in awe as you were quick to straddle him, oozing slick all over his thighs. You still wanted him just as much as he wanted you and that excited him to no end. Even if he was a challenge and clearly more than you were used to.

You hovered as you aligned yourself with his cock, and he moaned as you finally touched him. And as you sunk yourself onto his cock he gripped your hips so tight you yelped, before your voice melted into a moan in unison with his.

“More,” he whimpered, as you stopped halfway, panting at the sensation. “Let me in.”

“Trying, Choso.”

“I want to feel all of you. All of your pussy.” His voice was low, and close to breaking as you throbbed on him.

“That’s it,” he stroked his thumbs in comforting circles, “Are you going to let me feel you?”

You quickly nodded, teeth sunk into your lip. His voice was as arousing as his cock, “Give me a minute, Choso. I can do it.”

“Does it hurt?”

You nodded and he pondered for a moment before he took his thumb to your clit, rubbing until you moaned. Then slowly, naturally, as if your body was melting into his, you made your way down the thick inches of him.

“You’re doing good, so good for me. You can take all of me inside. You’re strong.” He was so out of his mind he didn’t even know what he was cooing to you, but he just wanted to put you at ease.

“You pretty little human. Taking my body like this because you want your pussy fucked? Right? You like my cock inside you? Stretching you out?”

“Choso!” You groaned as he fully bottomed out, hands landing on his shoulders for support. “I love it, you feel so good. You’re making me feel so good.”

He whined at your words before composing himself, his lips trailing down your skin. “I am? Are you too weak now? Do you need me to help you feel good? Yuuji said you were a good teacher. He was wrong,” he taunted, kissing the side of your face as he gripped you.

His hands sunk into your ass as their final resting place, appreciating the softness there too, “You need to show me what to do, just once.”

“I can’t,” you whined, tears of pleasure flowing down your cheeks at how full you were. “Look at yourself. Your cock is so big.” You breathlessly gestured to your stomach.

His eyes widened as he pushed his palm onto your belly, feeling how deeply he was penetrating you, “You have to use me and make yourself feel good. That’s all, Choso.” You barely managed your words, eyes barely open as the pleasure he was giving you threatened to break you apart.

“I understand. Leave it to me,” he groaned, kissing your neck, as he started to move you off and on his cock, “We move together until we orgasm. You’ve never had a cock like mine so you can’t move, huh?”

He experimentally snapped his hips into yours and you whimpered so loudly he soon followed. Although he knew nothing of what was lewd and what wasn’t, he somehow knew that the sound you’d made was nothing but filth and that he’d done something you’d desperately needed.

He did it again and again, until he was drilling up into you and delighting in all of the sounds you were making, gasping from how good you felt. “Choso, your cock feels so good inside. It’s the best.”

“Then you never need another one, if only I make you feel this good. No other cock will ever feel the same,” he grunted, “You’re mine now, you beautiful woman.”

You kissed him messily in reply, barely able to form words as he fucked up into you until you were shaking and moaning into his mouth because you were coming all over him. “Then you’re mine, Choso. I showed you this, how to feel good. It won’t feel good if another human do-“

You gasped as his hand slammed over your mouth and you were on your back once more. He was folding you whilst holding back on finishing in minutes and he didn’t even know how impressive that was.

“Don’t say it. I don’t want another human near me like this. Only you. I told you, I saw you. I saw everything. I know that I’m different. But I can fuck you better, I know I can. You like what I’m doing to your body. I know, I know, I know, you do,” he chanted as he groaned into you, balls smacking hard against you as he ravaged you.

All you could do was hold tight and brace yourself as you whimpered.

“Mine, mine, mine. So, so, beautiful,” he grunted.

Tears pricked your water lines at the intensity, you felt so loved, and safe in his embrace like this.

You could feel him twitching inside of you, and you could see him holding back. “When you orgasm, Choso. Your cum will be different, it will be messier than mine.”

“Is that the stuff that breeds you? It’s going to shoot inside you, isn’t it?” he stammered. “You don’t want it? How do I control it?”

“You can’t, but that’s okay, I won’t get pregnant, I take something for that. So when you feel like it’s getting too much, give in. You can let go. You’ve already done so well.”

“I can fill you up with my seed?” He stretched your arms above you to take both your hands in a single clasp, cupping your chin with the other.

“Look at me. Why won’t you get pregnant? Because I’m not fully human?”

There was a sadness in his eyes, but it was being blown out completely by his desire.

Why was this man so hot without realising it? His brow as all furrowed, his face flushed, fucking you so hard it was now dawning on you how loud you both were being. “It’s a pill I take,” you moaned as he slammed into that spot inside that had you creaming on him again. “I-I told you.”

“Then I’ll pretend,” he grunted, gripping your hips hard as he fucked into you like he was trying to breed you.

“Like I’m going to fuck my seed into you so I can keep you forever. No man can have you if you’re filled with me.”

“I want your cum, Cho!”

“I know you do! You’re a needy little human taking my cock even though it’s too big for you, wanting my cum to fill up your pretty little hole.”

“I want it, I want it,” you moaned into his ear, wrapping your arms around him tighter. Your voice only made it worse, he pinned you down even harder, kissing and licking up your tears.

He was whimpering now, all of the pressure building in his core, he could feel it, the very sensation you were talking about. “You’re lucky I haven’t split you in two with my strength. But you take it, you take me in your pussy, waiting for every last drop of me.”

The loud smacks of his hips on yours were no louder than your sounds. He was fucking you like he’d never get the chance again.

“I wish I could breed you. Then everyone would know, I’d know. That you’re mine, all mine,” he was rambling as he came, holding you tight with his tongue down your throat.

You felt the insane amounts of cum spurting inside of you until the noises were so lewd it was near comical. Until there was so much cum he was slipping out of you and coming all over your stomach and the sheets too. Your name laced in every breath.

He groaned out your name, falling into your arms so could put him back together again. You kissed wherever you could, praising him through your breathlessness. You both rested for several of these precious moments. It seemed like the night had finally calmed outside of the hotel too, as had you both, after purging what had been brewing between you both since you’d first laid eyes on each other.

“Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” he asked, running his lips across your jaw.

“No, not at all.” You continued to soothe him, running your hands through his hair. “But now we have a whole lot to talk about. I wouldn’t normally fuck someone so soon that I saw a future with.”

He made a little hmph sound, “Why?”

“It normally comes after getting to know someone.”

“We’ll have all the time in the world for that,” he said gently, flipping you below him as he caged you beneath him.

“Won’t we?” he urged, folding up your thighs as he guided himself back inside. His voice was desperate all over again. “So,” he leant close, his lips brushing yours. He tried to resist, but gave in to taste your lips, taking the time to kiss you with so much unbridled affection it made your chest hurt. Before he finally spoke again, “So, stay alive for me, and I will for you.”

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Phic Phight - “Harder, Daddy”. “Son?!?” “🤨” Cont.

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Chap.5 Show Me To My Wonderland

It’s been a few days now and Danhy’s pretty sure Maddie and Jack and the school have more or less accepted shit, at least he wasn’t getting bombarded with questions anymore and Maddie and Jack had more or less settled into just acting like nothings changed. He doesn’t get called ‘son’ anymore and they still make little faces over the ‘aunty’ ‘uncle’ thing but otherwise no change. Meaning they’re not really okay with it but going along with it anyways. Because it’s easier? Because they don’t want to make things worse? Because they don’t care? Hard to say and he legit barely cares. They’re still being ‘family’ and Jazz seems pleased so it’s good.

Even if they definitely didn’t think Danhy would actually get himself a ride to his actual parents. The fucking chariot was goddamn overkill, the royalty thing was still wild. Maddie more than Jack were definitely upset since she’d been all ‘are you really going?’, and both of them had been stiff and weird when he got back; they also thought the ‘king’ and ‘god’ thing was bullshit Danhy was being fed to ‘impress’ him and make him like his parents more. He was pretty settled on spending most weekends at the Keep, hadn’t dragged Sam and Tuck along yet but eh. Sue him if he, and his parents, wanted some ‘just them’ bonding time, Jazz was entirely in favour of that, same with Sam and Tuck; Jack and Maddie didn’t get a say especially since he knew what their opinion was already.

… He won’t be too surprised if they kick him out at eighteen, that or they’ll get way better and get over their bigotry. One was waaaaay more likely.

Especially because the lack of a seal thing was definitely doing shit, the strength he was absolutely right on, but now he’s growling and shit at anything that annoyed him. Oh, he also literally felt more ego-y, proud; it was weird when he was used to, like, basically almost the opposite. Which probably actually kept said ego in check? His dad had an ego bigger than he physically was after all. Pops was more self assured and confident rather than ego and pride; the ghost literally knew everything so figures.

And Danhy absolutely can sense when ghosts show up in Amity even when he’s in the Infinite Realm! It feels different, as if the pull and sensation is in the distance rather than right there with him; still useful and chilled out his protectiveness though.

The Phantom PR on the other hand? Oof, exactly as he expected. There was a lot of ‘is Phantom turning evil!’ and ‘is ghost puberty a thing?’ And ‘It’s showing its true colours!’. Then someone actually had the smart idea to ask Danhy, aka the guy who is the kid of the fucking ghost king, you know, the guy Phantom flew off into the sky to fight? Danhy spun some bullshit about how Pariah found out that Phantom, by protecting the town, had effectively been protecting his son as well, and as a result knighted the ghost for his services. So as such Phantom’s physical change was one part power boost -meaning he could protect the town better. Which most folks were in favour of these days. Jack and Maddie were not impressed- and one part the effect of getting an official title from basically the most powerful ghost ever; that led into Danhy vaguely explaining that ‘yes ghosts have titles and roles’ and ‘yes ghosts have a hierarchy system’, which led to ‘yes ghosts have governments’ and ‘yes ghosts have laws’. Jack and Maddie thought he was being foolish for believing the ‘lies’ his actual parents were telling him, even though Danhy was able to actually see that shit in action in person repeatedly. Either way Amity actually seemed to view the ghosts a little more positively now, and one of the popular girls attempted to teach Phantom how to brush fire hair; Ember got involved, he now knew how to do a pretty solid pony tail. It looked weirdly good on him and he was heavily encouraged to grow his hair out some; which he was actually debating on doing.

Oh! And a dude who apparently served in the military had some words to say about Phantom actually having armour now and how stupid it was that he hadn’t already been wearing that kind of thing. That had been soooo awkward, him having to basically shout about ghost clothing and how only weird ghosts usually added to it. Then Red showed up shouting about him being a weird ghost himself, which was absolutely right, and started shooting at him.

She seemed super annoyed Phantom was more durable now. He laughed at her. She shot at him more aggressively. He teased her all the more. She eventually wore herself out and just outright asked him to keep an eye on ‘Danny’ for his safety because she trusted Phantom more than ‘that psycho and who ever’s crazy enough to get with said psycho’. Was it weird he was a little touched by that? Probably.

Regardless, apparently a week-ish of time was considered ‘enough’ to let him adjust and get to know them before dropping the ‘THE REIGN OF DARK HAS AN HEIR” shit on the Infinite Realm. Meaning now Danhy has to get publicly introduced and made official and shit. When he asked if his fraid, Jazz included, could come he’d been given a very firm ‘this is your place as a ghost, this is meant only for ghosts’ and a ‘they’ll be part of this realm in time, like many others, they can be part of this with you then’. Danhy was still a little miffed they couldn’t be around what was basically a literal crowning and Lion King style child show off.

Danhy groaning as the dressers basically drag him around, they couldn’t speak and Danhy didn’t ask why, but they could be very aggressive about shoving him in random clothing that was so much more excessive than his standard shit. Meaning now he’s got on a silly, in his opinion, kilt and set of freaking Loki-style horns over his standard ghost clothing. The random neck gear jewelry, skull cape clasps, and bracelets were ridiculous too, ditto with the Norse time and family runes? face paint; dagaz, jera, thurisaz, and kenaz; if he’s remembering names right. Gebo and Wunjo on the back of his hands, marking him as a ‘gift that brings them joy’; that was impossible not blush over. Talk about embarrassing, ugh. Also! His ears are pierced now! Or hole punched really! Stupidly more painful than he expected, and he was going to fiddle with it so much. One of the plugs had a valknut on it and the others got a gear cog; nice and very cool looking. Sam’s parents were gonna flip and Sam’s gonna love every second of it.

Danhy huffing a little as the dressers push him out of the dressing room and right into ol’ Frighty. The ghost seems pleased, “you look more theirs”.

“We’ll excuse me if I’m not going to start wearing face paint and jewelry all the time, ear things are awesome though”. The kilt thing he might adopt, during summer and all that; one part heritage, one part comfort (Danhy did, in fact, start wearing a kilt during summer. He actually got compliments on it too! Even Maddie and Jack thought it suited him). Either way he follows after the knight ghost, eventually hearing all the chatter.

“-has returned to us! Regardless of certain one’s feelings of displeasure over his existence!”.

Danhy mentally laughs at that.

“Our high kings mad wrath quelled as his young kin’s grown fiercely and become battle hardened far more than you fools! And these lands will be his as well in time! Let any dead before him tremble in his own strain of darkness and might! The dying to pay their tolls in blood and servitude, should it be desired!”.

Danhy does not want people’s blood, ew. Though fighting did kinda spill blood and stuff.

“You all exist within his high royal highnesses darkness and know that he is what all good and evil fear! Be blessed that you’re allowed to bask in further darkness! A Phantom of darkness!”.

Oh cool, the FrightKnight is now walk/floating Danhy out to the crowd of ghosts, some who are probably gods and shit. Danhy’s totally not nervous! Not at all! Not one little bit!

… Sweet Zone, was that ever a lie.

“Presenting! Danhy Phantom! Ling of the High Ghost Sovereign, God of Death, Pariah Dark! And of the Ancient Guardian God of Time, ClockWork!”.

The FrightKnight standing off to the side and behind as Danhy comes to stand in between his dad and pops; his dad standing further forward than his pops who’s floating. That made sense since this was a royal -holy shit he’s royalty, that still hasn’t quite set in- event.

“A being granted life to know death all the better! A being well thrived in light and darkness! To know both better!”.

All the servants or squires or whatever begin chanting:

“Darkness of youth!”

“Darkness of old!”

“Darkness that bind!”

“Darkness that hold!”

“A Flame in dark!”

“A Flame in light!”

“A Flame by thee!”

“A Flame raised right!”

“Darkness of truths!”

“Darkness of lies!”

“Darkness that sleeps!”

“Darkness that flies!”

“A Flame in war!”

“A Flame in might!”

“A Flame by thee!”

“A Flame known by sight!”.

Pariah stabs his sword on the ground, “SILENCE!”; which obviously shuts everyone up. Gesturing a hand aggressively at Danhy, “YOU ARE BUT PUPPETS FOR WE! FOR OUR SOCIETY AT LARGE! OF MIGHT! YOU ARE BUT DISPENSABLE TOOLS! AND SO LONG AS WE REMAIN NOT AN ENEMY OF YOURS WE WILL BE ENEMIES OF ALL OTHERS! THOSE WHO OPPOSE OUR REIGN OR SEEK OUR END! WHETHER WE STALK TOWARDS THEM! A LOOMING DEATH! NOW OR FROM THE SHADOWS IN TIME’S FUTURE!”.

“HAIL!”.

Pariah turns to Danhy, who’s trying to not look wide-eyed. His poor fucking ghost ears. “FOR YOUR ARRIVAL I SAT AND WAIT, I NEED YOU NOT! NOR DO I NEED YOUR ACTIONS TO REACH MY GOALS! YOU! YOUNG ONE! ARE NO PLAYER IN MY GAME! YOU MAY CHOOSE TO MAKE ALL YOUR ENEMY OR NONE! IT MOVES ME NOT! BUT A BLESSING YOU REMAIN UPON ALL! AND FOR THAT BLESSING UPON MY DARKNESS I DESIRE YOU TO WATCH NOT YOUR OWN FINAL GRAVE BE DUG BUT DIG OTHERS THEIR OWN! SO PRESENT YOURSELF FOR ALL! YOUNG ONE! AND KNOW THAT I AND ALL OTHERS ARE PLEASED AND HORRIFIED TO MAKE YOUR ACQUAINTANCE!”. A tiny crown forms in the ghosts massive hands, Danhy eyeing it as his dad puts it on his head; he can feel its connection to him immediately. New power flowing from it and into him, it was strange but the feeling settles nicely as if it was always meant to be there.

Then his dad steps back, nodding at watching Danhy’s ecto-field flare and settle properly, now letting Danhy effectively take the stage and say his piece.

Danhy’s not about to scream or bellow or whatever at everyone, the ecto in the air carrying his voice easily and there’s a pressure to his voice that has some kind of command to it, “I don’t present myself for your approval. And I’ll only laugh if you try and kill me; and then I’ll annoy you so much that you regret everything. I’ll use my claws on those who hurt me or mine. Otherwise-”, waving the crowd off to seem more chill about this shit, “-I’ll leave you to your bullshit and vices, which in the end may end or beat you as well. But then I had no part in that. But if you cross me I will make sure to be the last face you see, I can promise that. I’ll fight for fun or not. I’ll match that energy. So play nice or square up”.

He actually gets some laughs, cool. Go him. And a bunch of yeti’s yell, “PRAISED BE THE GREAT ONE! OH SAVIOUR!”. Much to Danhy’s great confusion.

The announcer dude or whatever shouting, “you have seen and been beholden! Now BEGONE!”. Does everyone leave instantly? Yup! Well… almost everyone. Danhy’d bet money that the ones that remain are god ghosts.

ClockWork floating closer to Danhy, practically winding around him and grinning, “well, go on, say hello to your fellow gods, even though you are more Demi-god than god in truth”.

Why is this Danhy’s bullshit to deal with? Also, how is he actually a god at all? And of what? Zone fuck this shit. It’s kinda funny though ‘cause almost none of the ones he can see -there’s a fucking lot- have legs. Danhy going over with ClockWork in tow, Pariah sticking a little bit further back even though he was technically a god too; a god by conquested position or whatever.

Danhy gives a little wave, “hiyya, if you all wanna fight me now I’m gonna be so annoyed”. That gets him some snickers, laughs, eye rolls, huffs, and pouts.

“Hmmmm. We’ll see”.

“In time perhaps”.

“Now is hardly what I’d call appropriate”.

“That depends on your opinion on dogs”.

“I’d be annoyed fighting you too, pass”.

“Ha!”.

“You fool around with those living weeds, I’ll put you in your place eventually”.

“I doubt you care for the blade”.

“I’d rather just play!”.

“If only you were a girl…”.

“Meow”.

Honestly half of the responses, from the ones that even bothered, get drowned out by each other. The strange floating eyeball with skinny ass green arms, sneering, “you should not even exist, abomination”; is hard to miss though.

His dad snarling, “Observant”, and looming down over Danhy, glaring at the eyeball ghost all the while. Ah okay, so this asshole is the, or one of, the ghosts trying to fully off his tiny baby ass. Danhy immediately sticks out his tongue and flips off the ghost with both hands getting in on the action, “well I do, so piss on each others heads or whatever other weird thing y’all are into”. The ghost is very clearly scandalised, actually pulling their head back in offence. Ha! Suck on that. Jerk. Maybe try not being a baby murdering dumbass next time?

ClockWork frowns at the Observant, “you beings should beg for times forgiveness, rather than harassing that which you’ve done wrong by”.

“You’ve made a terrible thing, ClockWork, and with him of all ghosts”, the Observant feels like it’s glaring but who knows with something that doesn’t have freaking eyelids, “as he’s clearly proven himself more a monster that needs to be put down, more than anything else”.

Pariah snarls, “retaliation for harming my young is hardly unbecoming behaviour. You’re the foolish things here, my actions were earned and deserved, and I will tear you lot apart”.

Danhy huffing and kinda sticking his face out at the ghost, banter he could do, banter was his bread and motherfucking butter, “I guess you could say I’m a warning not to step on my parents toes, a terrible threat that’s for sure. I am a threat to you and if you choose to not fear me then you’ll fucking regret. Zone, you already should”, gesturing at the ghost lazily, “I mean, you totally forgot about me, right? but guess who came the fuck back? Bitch. You laid the bricks for me and this new age, dontcha know that when you gamble the house always wins”, and open mouth grins at the ghost. Is Danhy stealing lines from Vlad? Absolutely. Is Danhy trying to sound like he knows what he’s talking about and is more dangerous than he thinks he is? Definitely. Does Danhy want these eyeball assholes to either leave him alone or deeply regret just how much they’ve fucked with him even without him knowing they had? YES. Danhy could do without floating eyeballs making a thing out of trying to assassinate him or something all the time; he got enough of that with Skulker’s poaching/skinning attempts.

And hey! The eyeball ghost does actually float back away from him slightly, leery. ‘Eyeing’ or ‘staring’ at him then ‘glaring’ at Pariah, “your chaos and harm to the realm has weakened our sight”, ‘glaring’ at ClockWork, “we can not see him, correct this immediately”.

But a ghost that looks like a starry blanket with a horned mask laughs softly and meanly, “his so called harm has given us a ghost who sleeps, I see no issue with his actions”.

Pariah glaring down at the Observant, “I’ve done no wrong, you lost any right to watch him long ago. Remember this and begone, I can litter the realm with your bodies if it’s what I want”.

Danhy nodding and smirking at the eyeball thing, “even if all I’ve got is the Dark and Time to fill my heart, you’ll wish I never knew y’all tried to off me. ‘Cause know I sure as shit know it’s better to reign in the dark the serve you lot”.

But the eyeball looks to ClockWork, sounding chastising, “ClockWork, fix. This”. Oh that sounds like an order? Is there like some kind of hierarchy thing with time seers or whatever? But there’s no way in hell that the literal GOD OF TIME isn’t at the top of that right? RIGHT?

Danhy is still convincing himself he’s right as ClockWork leans over Danhy’s shoulder to put their face in the Observants, “you. Do not own me. You have misjudged your own place in the world and this realm, your self inflated sense of self a corruption all its own. There is nothing to correct as it is your actions that would have needed correction had they not already been”.

And then the Observant actually grabs ClockWork’s cloak and pulls them at him. Danhy snarling and ripping the things hand off his pops, “do that again and I’ll fucking break you, use your eyeball shaped dumbass heads as a goddamn soup cup; it’ll be on sight”.

ClockWork narrows their eyes, “do not mistake my calm demeanour for gentleness, time maybe be a slow and forever winding thing but it destroys everything in time”. And then ClockWork smashes the ghost in the chest with their staff, sending them indenting into a gnarled thick tree, “and you’re all out of time”, teleporting over to them and smashing their head into the ground. But with a twist of the staff the Observants back to being imbedded in the tree; ClockWork smashes their head down again. And again. And again. And again.

All the other god ghosts are smiling, smirking, laughing, or jeering; but they don’t get involved. Danny’s guessing there’s some kind of ‘non interference’ rule or some shit.

“Abandon you false rationality”, ClockWork smacks the eyeball in the cheek to the side this time. The Observant floats themselves up right ‘glaring’, “how dare you raise your powers against us”.

But ClockWork simply teleports right in front of the ghost in an instant, their face right in the Observants, “I was always meant to bathe in your hatred, as you were always meant to fall by the way side”. One of their time mirror screen things appearing behind the eyeball ghost, ClockWork seemingly pushing the ghost back through it easily.

? It’s possible to go through those things? That practically screams ‘time travel shenanigans! Do it Danhy!’. Danhy’s going to do something stupid with those things one day and everyone’s going to regret him doing it, mostly him of course ‘cause his luck’s just like that.

More of the time screen things pop up and the Observant just seemingly gets flung from one to another by… other ClockWork’s??? Okay Danhy’s not going to try and make sense of that one, since he’s pretty damn positive these aren’t duplicates. Danhy tilting his head and humming innocently, “watcha doin’?”.

ClockWork humming back, “giving them a taste of times far worse possibilities”.

“Neat. Can you hurl me through time screen thingies? It looks fun, like a really weird amusement park ride”.

The look his pops gives him is very judgemental. But a fishy looking maybe shark with too many legs laughs, poking Danhy with something similar to the trident from the Little Mermaid, “I like this one”. Danhy grins widely back, all teeth.

Another ClockWork drops the Observant at this ClockWork’s ‘feet’, or tail tip really, ClockWork grabbing their cape and hauling them up in the air. The Observant shakes as ClockWork speaks, “run. Away. I’m a fight you can not win. Learn humility, I’m the one who counts time down and on; you are but observers and nothing more”.

Pariah stomping over to loom down over ClockWork and more so the beaten Observant, “and I’m no toy for you. I. Am. Death’s. Bringer. I. Am Life’s. Pariah”.

Pariah simply watching as ClockWork tosses the Observant away, then taping their staff, “time up”, and the ghost seems to rip themselves apart from the inside and outside at the same time; being torn apart into nothing.

Okay. Check on the murdery thing. Danhy did not expect or want to see one of his parents fucking obliterate someone. Damn. Muttering, “I’m so not adding to this murder train”. One of the other god ghosts scoffing, “as if the existence of other beings matter”. Okay is pro-murder just a gods thing in general? Again, is he gonna have to watch himself for murderiness?

Another sneering, “especially the existences of lesser mortal things”.

Danhy rolls his eyes at the multi-winged harpy-looking ghost, “I’m at least somewhat mortal so piss off”; while ClockWork just sort of appears next to him, ruffling his flames.

“I hardly expect you to”.

It’s a little weird when it seems like a lot of the ghosts stiffen when the weird three-eyed cat hops in front of Danhy, even ClockWork feels to be watching them cautiously as the cat slinks around Danhy, purring. “A mIsssssPLAceDthINg, nO MATter wheRE hE beeeeeEeE. PecULiARimpeeEeeeeeerfECt tHIng. yeeeeeEEeeeEeeeEssS”, and hums, eyes squinted before slinking off to nowhere. Like, legit, the cat just pops away in an instant.

The other ghost gods kinda look at him leerily before up and leaving en masse. Leaving Danhy blinking and looking to his pops, “what the fuck?”. Even his dad looks a little bothered and leery.

ClockWork frowns, ominous, “most avoid any who get Remi’s attention, she’s one of the chaos gods. Ancient god of misplacement; while I can bend and pick preferred reality, she’s one who alters it entirely. Her interest in you does make sense so I wouldn’t worry much”.

Pariah crossing his arms a scowling, “not much, but still watch for her. I do not want my son being misplaced again”. Oh yeah dad was always going to be mad about that. ClockWork rolling their wrist, “of course, she may be harder to watch but I see all”.

Danhy grumbling, “well if she ‘misplaces’ all my good spoons I’mma be mad”; that gets him some fond looks at least. He will absolutely be mad though, nothings ever stopped him from throwing hands. and godhood, or whatever, wasn’t going to start stopping him and his hands.

More than a few verifiable gods looked into and chuckled to themselves about the young god and prince. Curious about him and his little domain. This… could be very interesting and many of them were very bored. Course they wouldn’t be too mean, crossing the time god or death lord was hardly a wise choice for any; crossing their ling was likely just as foolish.

Some wishing to make his little domain more proper in their minds. Others wishing to see what his dreams could make. Others wanting to see if he really was a ‘fight first’ type. Others instead noticing those around him, from a wonderfully orange-haired child, to a reincarnated pharaoh unaware of himself, to a gardens caretaker that could be so much more, to another half thing almost as misplaced and far more foolish, to a raged fuel child one day to be so close to being more machine than human.

Oh they weren't going to be bored for the foreseeable future for a very long time.

Whelp, at least all of that was over, now Danhy can just chill in the Keep, lounging over a stupidly massive couch that was mildly swallowing him up. His dad was still going through tablets, and his pops was observing the Observants reactions to Danhy’s existence… and to ClockWork obliterating one of them. Hint: the Observants weren’t happy. Hint: the Observants were fully planing to try and assassinate him again. Hint: Danhy fucking hated them. And so did Pariah. And so did ClockWork.

Well whatever, Danhy’s bored and he’s calling his friends, because he is so telling them this shit.

“Have your parents pissed you off yet?”.

Danhy rolls his eyes at Sam’s tone, “not everyone has parent issues, Sam. And the Fenton’s and me being weird doesn’t count ‘cause they’re not my parents”. Danhy can see dad’s smirk from here.

“So what’s up, Danny man?”.

Danhy shrugs to himself, “eh not much, I just got crowned and shit. Met some gods, meaning I, and Amity, might get harassed by some gods. Pops somewhat randomly murdered one of the gods that went attempted murder happy on baby me after they were being a major dick to us. Got called ‘saviour’ by some very loud yetis, not sure why”.

Pops interrupting him without so much as looking at him, “you’ll find out in a year or so”.

Danhy pouting, “that’s not as comforting as you think, pops”, shaking his head and ignoring his pops smirk, “anyway, I pretty much offered to fight anyone who annoys me, which I guess might not have been the best choice of words”.

Tuck laughs, “man! You like fighting so I’m not even surprised. Definitely dumb though”.

“Ugh, now we’re going to have more newer ghosts, damn it Danny”.

Danhy shrugs to himself, “I make no apologies. Fuck sorry, ‘cause I ain’t”, rubbing his neck, “I just don’t want the regulars, the ones who are halfway decent, to think I’m going to smite them or something”.

Sam snorting, “yeah wouldn’t want your go to misplaced aggression to get cold feet”.

“Sam, we’re dead, our feet are always cold”. Danny snickers to himself over her groan, “anything on your end?”.

Danhy can hear the shrug in Tuck’s voice, “outside of the fact that we’re still miffed we haven’t met your parents yet, come on man, Lancer wants to know if there’s ghost history books he can use for a ‘ghost history’ lesson while Mr. Shanell is stuck in the hospital”.

Danhy lifts his head up and stares at his dad, speaking into the phone, “sorry guys, you know things have been crazy but…”. When Pariah picks up on the staring and raises an eyebrow at his son, Danhy speaks back up, “wanna met my fraid? Like, properly?”, tilting his head back to look at his pops, “you too, Clockpops”.

Pariah eyes his tablet, “this is hardly amusing”, and puts it down; stomping over to Danhy and picking him up by the cape.

Danhy speaking into the phone as he’s lifted through the air, “whelp guess I’m fixing that right now, in coming guys”. They laugh meanly at him as they all hang up.

ClockWork sending away their screens and joining Danhy up on the giants shoulder, “it is rather about time”; Danhy snorts at that. Very funny. Changing back human since anyone seeing Phantom with Danhy ‘Dark’s’ parents was so not a great idea, at least so soon anyway.

…

Tuck shrieks, Sam putting a hand to her chest, when a massive portal pops open right next to them. Pariah, aka the guy who terrified the entire town not too long ago, stomps out; their goofy dumbass friend and another ghost they’ve never seen before on the giant ghosts shoulder.

Danhy basically sliding down his dad’s arm, jumping off at his hand, Pariah looked amused. “Hey guys! Presenting-”, gesturing at his parents, “-parental figures that don’t suck!”. ClockWork floats down and smacks him lightly over the head for that; Danhy pouting at him.

Sam instantly points up at Pariah, stomping forward some herself, “you better not try abducting the town again. Or hurt Danny. Or convince him to commit murder”.

While Tuck laughs to himself, Pariah raises an eyebrow at the goth, “I hardly have any reason to”, scowling, “if my son desires or not to kill then that is his prerogative. I have no interest in restricting him either way”.

Danhy doing jazz hands, “hooray for freedom of choice”, holding up a finger, “I’m not pro-murder though”. Pariah simply shrugs at that.

Tuck elbowing Sam, “ah come on, Sam, live a little. Enslave people! Establish your might!”. Danhy flicks Tuck in the head, “bad, Tuck, bad”.

ClockWork floats around the two teens, “know that we’ve met plenty, you were simply unawares”, holding up a fingers, “just because I left my charge in your and the Fenton’s care, does not mean I left him unattended”.

Tuck blinks, “huh. A ghost has been watching me sleep. Kin-”; ClockWork doesn’t even let Tuck finish before smacking him with the staff too. Tuck covering his head, “hey! Ow! Meanie!”. Sam smacks the part of his head that wasn’t covered for good measure. Tuck pouting at her before sticking a hand out at ClockWork and Pariah, “ow. Anyways, I’m Tucker Foley, that’s TF for Too Fine”.

Sam scowling at the boy, “you disgust me”. Her looking to the ghosts, one hand on her hip and sighing, “and I’m Sam Manson, even if someone already knows everything”. Tuck blinking and facepalming, “right. That”. ClockWork’s faint smirk is mean.

Pariah eyeing Danhy, “a bit foolish, eh?”.

Danhy waving his dad off, “hey, they’re dumbasses, totally different”.

Sam poking Danhy, “as if you’re not also a dumbass, Mr. Breaks You Own Hand With A Locker Door To Get Out Of Gym Class”.

Tuck pointing, “or sets a bathroom on fire for a cover story”.

“Or stores your thermos in your chest just because you can”

“Or fist fought a lamp because you said it looked at you funny”

“Or intentionally buys disgusting milkshakes just to see people’s reactions”.

“Or back flips to transform publicly”.

“Or has a crush on someone definitely trying to kill you”.

Danhy puts up his hands in surrender, “okay okay, I get, geez. No need to run a ‘dumb shit Danhy’s done’ lecture by my folks”. They laugh at him meanly. He loves his friends but they absolutely do know every embarrassing or bad thing he’s ever done; they could go on like this for a while.

Pariah grins wolfishly, putting his hand on Danny’s entire head, “good, a prince is meant for chaos”. Eyeing the two teens, “I doubt I require an introduction, regardless, I am Pariah Dark, overlord of the Infinite Realm, death god, and Danhy’s secondary progenitor”.

ClockWork gesturing to themselves leisurely, “and I his primary. ClockWork, ancient god of time”.

Danhy eyeballing his dad’s hand that’s still on his head, “I have questions about that”. Sure he hadn’t ever directly asked how the zone ghosts had kids, especially with his pops being genderless, but he’d decidedly not asked.

Tuck putting up his hands, “I’m cool with not having those questions answered. Ew”.

Pariah crossing his arms, “I could hardly carry him while dealing with wars and skirmishes. Further, of the two of us, ClockWork is far more durable, immortal as they are”, and gives ClockWork a bit of a fond look.

Danhy makes a face, “well alrighty then”, he is so not pressing for more.

Pariah scowls, “considering their actions, I do regret that ever so slightly”. ClockWork still doesn’t look the least bit apologetic about everything.

Sam points at the large ghost, Danhy gets the feeling that she impressing him at least a little, “well I, we, totally do not regret it”. Tuck punching Danhy in the arm, “yeah, Danny-dude’s great and we like having our friend”.

“Yeah I couldn’t stand your blood mouth crap without him”.

“Oh like your grass mouth is any better”.

“At least I don’t eat dead things!”.

“Well my foods actually worth eating!”.

Then Sam has her boot in hand at record sped, Danhy snagging it while Tuck makes slightly fearful ‘do it Bitch’ motions. Danhy laughing at their antics, ah the comforts of the meat vs veggies argument, “and ecto’s the best of both worlds. Dead but also sometimes never alive or sentient”. They both make faces at him.

His dad has opinions about that while Danhy plays keep away with Sam’s boot, “you eat ghosts? I did not take you for minor cannibalism”.

And Danhy has never thought of it that way, wow. “I mean, I guess? Just like general ecto, you know, not whole ass ghosts flying around”.

Tuck chuckles when Sam tackles Danhy, absolutely getting back her boot. “Oh I’m sure the blob ghosts wouldn’t object”.

“Do not encourage him!”.

Pariah laughs loudly, “I’m sure threats of cannibalism would discourage any uprisings! A unique way to keep the masses in line! Ha! Your own brand of darkness indeed”. ClockWork smirking themselves, “I’m sure the Observants would be horrified”.

Danhy’s opinion on cannibalism do a one eighty right then and there, “in that case, I’m down. Fuck those guys”.

Sam blinks before nodding, “okay even I can’t object to threatening to eat the jerks that tried to murder baby you”.

Tuck humming, “thats more revenge than ‘Danhy’s just a cannibal’ though”, holding up a finger, “and I’m pretty sure ecto-wienies don’t count as just general ecto, man”.

ClockWork’s tone is mean, “they are not, they’re about as sentient as a typical whisp or blob or bleb”, poking Danhy in the check, “cannibalism indeed”.

Danhy play snapping his teeth at the finger, then eyeing them, “which you technically could have stopped but didn’t”; apparently his parents were just cool with Danhy damn near being a legit ghost cannibal.

“I get bored quite easily, why would I stop something with so many interesting kinds of possibilities and outcomes?”, ClockWork waving a hand lazily, “so long as you don’t cannibalise yourself, as you did in one times future”.

Sam and Tuck give Danhy disgusted and horrified looks, “DANNY! WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT!”. At the same time as Danhy mutters, “why would I do that?!?”, him then looking to his friends, “why am I getting in trouble for something that hasn’t actually happen!”.

“Because your pops is a time god!”.

“Because how could you even think about doing that in any timeline! What the Hell!”.

Pariah smacking him chastisingly on the back, which does make him jerk and wobble some, the guys hand was as big as Danhy’s entire body was! And there was the ghost strength at play. “Do not consume yourself”.

“I’m not going to! Oh my zone!”.

When did this meet n’ greet turn into Danhy scolding time?!? Yes he’s done a lot of weird and fucked up and dumb and reckless shit but seriously!

He gets a round of ‘good’s’ and a smirking clockpops in response. Jerks.

And then, bless Danhy’s luck, Vlad shows up. Takes in the three teens and two very powerful ghosts, one being the guy Vlad tried stealing from, and turns to walk away immediately with a, “oh butter biscuits”.

Danhy grinning ferally and basically giving chase, “where you going, Vladdie!? Dontcha wanna meet my real parents!?”.

“I was looking for the one who should be my knight! Not you!”.

“Frighty’s my dog! Get a cat!”.

The two teens and two ghosts watching Danhy ecto-blast Vlad’s shoelaces to nothingness, which of course results in Vlad blasting him into a wall. That of course turns into a transformed Phantom and Plasmius duking it out in the sky, Plasmius looking very miffed about Phantom being able to easily hold his own now.

Pariah letting his son have fun for a bit before snarling, “YOU!”, and launching himself after Plasmius, slamming the startled ghost into a wall with an axe.

ClockWork shaking their head before appearing next to Danhy, poking the boy’s crown, “perhaps you should not have that out while in your mortal lair? No?”.

Danhy blushing, “oh uh, right”, and absorbing the crown into his body. Oops.

“YOU ARE A FOOL WHO SHALL SUFFER! INSOLENT CREATURE!”.

“Aurgh!”.

Sam and Tucker shrug at each other before giving chase as well, weapons drawn and happily shooting at the vampire-themed half ghost.

…

Is anyone surprised when Pariah ends up pinning the ghost? No, of course not. Putting his far larger face looming over the half ghost, “know that it is only by my child’s request that I do not end your puny existence. You are lucky I have no interest in doing away with my son’s plaything”.

Vlad sputtering, “I. Am not. A plaything”.

Danhy pushing his head between them, inches from Vlad’s face and grinning mockingly, “you sure about that one, Vladdie. I’d call this play fighting, and you’re definitely not my friend or family”, then frowning and snarling, letting his green red eyes flash dangerously and with more power than they ever used to hold, “never cross my family again, Vlad”; exerting some of that ecto-pressure on the other halfa that Danhy could do now thanks to being princey.

Vlad chuckles awkwardly and nervously, “message received, Daniel”. Pariah squeezes him tighter with a growl, Vlad squeaking out, “Danhy. I mean, Danhy”.

All of them watching the injured half ghost fly away with his tail between his legs. Danhy is very smug, today has been a very good day. Sam and Tuck give him high fives.

Tuck laughing, “wicked crown, by the way dude”.

“I know! Right! And it somehow doesn’t look weird with the fire hair!”.

“I wish it did, you deserve it”.

“Sam! That’s just mean!”.

“Wait! Do you have ear plugs!?! Wicked!”

All three teens laugh, partly at Danny’s expense but mostly just because they can laugh together.

ClockWork settles on Pariah’s shoulder, humming, “it’s nice, is it not? A good outcome, I would say”.

Pariah almost sighing, “I will still mourn that I could not raise him, though his fraid is acceptable”.

“He remains young, there is still raise yet left to do; and the raising that’s been done is of lesser quality”.

Pariah merely huffs in response.

End.

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Confession: Destiel Month 5 Nov.

"Do you recall what you said to me in the Empty?" Cas asked.

established deancas, post 15x18 au, lil angst + schmoop for the 5th of November

Dean felt the spell finally vanish; of course he did. Physically, its disappearance was akin to a soap bubble popping, an ephemeral blink-and-you'll-miss-it. And oh, he did miss it: the emotion that swam to the surface was immediate and severe. He remembered, for the first time in many years, hanging from meat-hooks in Hell, the jagged metal that pierced his flesh and bound him taut, pain hotter than fire and colder than ice blotting out all other thought.

This wasn't that bad, surely? He bent himself in half to touch his palms to the living room floor. The couch squeaked beneath him as he tried to ground himself. He focused on the sound of one of the neighbors laughing in the yard next door, an airliner passing far above, a squirrel fussing at another squirrel.

"Are you all right?" Cas asked, voice low as he put a palm on the back of Dean's neck.

Dean let him ease his hand down his spine and sat up. "Yeah. Yeah." He knuckled away a tear that was threatening to spill.

"Dizzy? Nauseous?" Cas's eyes were full of concern.

"No, I'm fine. Scout's honor." Dean quirked a quick half-smile. "Hey." He paused, catching Cas's gaze. "Lookin' good."

Which wasn't a lie in the least, but Cas made a small huff. "I'm not supposed to say you look terrible."

"I don't look terrible, I look sleepy," Dean countered, shifting his gaze away. "Nap had bad vibes, is all."

"Dean–"

"The spell," Dean said sharply. He exhaled when Cas didn't respond. "The, uh. The thread snapped a minute ago, like Rowena said it would." He couldn't look at Cas so he studied his clenched fists. "So nothing's." His voice shook. "Nothing's got you tied to me anymore." He tried to smile. "Should be a relief, for you."

The silence gaped wide as a canyon, ate up the neighbor, the planes, the squirrels. Only Dean's stuttering breath remained. He stayed as still as he could – you can't move, John would've said, or it'll find you – and ignored the salt water raining on his stupid goddamn cheeks.

He startled when Cas began to drag him, carefully, backwards on the couch, until he was wrapped in Cas, his head tucked under Cas's chin. They fit together snug as puzzle pieces. The first time, over a year ago, it hadn't even been a surprise to find out how good it was to be held by Cas, and it was that lack of shock that had made Dean sob. He was close to sobbing now, with Cas's hands rubbing warmth into his arms.

"Do you recall what you said to me in the Empty?" Cas asked. His conversational tone of voice made it sound like a rhetorical question; Dean was too shaky to answer regardless. "'You're coming, that's final. Nobody gets left behind.'" He paused to gentle his fingers through Dean's hair. "You repeated yourself. I don't mean, you said something you'd said to me once in Purgatory. I mean, you said what you always said, when you came to rescue me."

A trickle of confusion needled its way into Dean's brain. He shifted to be able to look at Cas, his ear resting against Cas's shoulder. He let the question show.

"In the Empty, I dreamt about you trying to rescue me. Over and over. You rescued me a hundred times. Jack rescued me a hundred more." Cas swallowed. "Even Sam rescued me a couple of times." He gave a little laugh. "And the darkness would swallow us back up, every time." He kept Dean's head cupped in his hand. "So. You'd said what you'd said before, and before.

"And I said, 'I understand.' Every time. Because I knew my line too." Cas smiled, even though his eyes were beginning to shine with tears. "I knew it didn't much matter, since you – and Jack, and Sam – weren't really there. But I went along with it.

"This one time, though." His smile faded. "You didn't play your part. I was just waiting for the inevitable conclusion, the foregone ending, and you– You did something new. You didn't even wait for me to stand up–"

Dean hadn't. The Empty's thick fog had been wound around them like wet wool, like sludge, like every blood-slickened Hell-memory he'd ever wept over in his worst nightmares, and Dean had known Cas would say the right thing but attempt, as ever, to do the noble thing by sacrificing himself – or, in this case, staying sacrificed. Staying in the Empty for eternity, after it belched Dean into the waking world again like a wad of phlegm from its nasty maw. Dean wasn't proud of much, but he was proud of having learned that he would absolutely trust Cas in any and everything except for his having any sense of self-preservation.

"–before you were cutting our palms and reeling off that spell." Cas's fingers resumed their massage of Dean's scalp. "Turns out there were things stronger than the Empty."

"Jack helped. Sam too," Dean said hoarsely. "And Rowena, you know."

Cas nodded. "You remember what I told you when we fell through the portal unceremoniously into the bunker hallway?"

"Ouch?" Dean guessed. He was curious since, in fact, at the moment he didn't remember.

"I took your face in my hands and said, 'You are the most beautiful sight I've ever seen.'" Cas managed, somehow, to sound honest, earnest, sentimental, and matter of fact all at once. "I wasn't lying then, and I'm not lying now: you're still the most beautiful person I've ever known, and I love you. I am in love with you, irrevocably."

Dean's face in the present was suddenly hot like lava and though he was glad of the late afternoon shadows in the room, those did nothing to banish the ache of tears in his throat. "I didn't mean to tie us together, with the spell," he whispered miserably. "I conjugated the fucking verb wrong."

This was a point of some contention, since he had said the spell fast, before Cas could slip away, before the Empty could sever them apart. His mistake might not have been a conjugation one. He might've used the wrong verb altogether. Dean's memorization skills were first rate, usually. His fear had made his teeth chatter; he nearly dropped his blade; dumb luck he'd been able to say any useful part of the spell Rowena had cobbled together from a half dozen terrifying grimoires. His grip on Latin was maybe not as precise as Sam's. Ego animas nostras ducere. Coniungo animas nostras. Animabus nostris iungo. Whichever he'd said, he'd intended: Cas was coming with him, bodily, out of the Empty.

What the spell – its own tricksy entity – meant was, they were bound together as soon as the words pierced the deadened air and he'd laced his bloody fingers through Cas's, and he and Cas remained that way when they crashed onto slightly dusty concrete.

He'd felt the spell like an extra pulse beneath his skin, right up until a few minutes ago. Rowena had thought it would dissipate more quickly since the spell was powerful, sleek, and unstable outside of its original purpose. Dean wondered if his own fucked-up'edness had kept it in place longer.

"The spell never bothered me," Cas said softly. "But I also never needed it as an excuse to stay with you. Please–" His voice crackled. "Please tell me you know that. I'm not going anywhere unless you ask me to leave."

Dean gathered every lousy bit of courage in his heart and mind and eased himself up, pulling Cas alongside him on their ratty couch. He kissed every word he couldn't say yet into Cas's mouth; he smiled to feel Cas's fingers digging into his thigh possessively. The kisses were fierce at first and slowly became more tender. Dean held on. Cas didn't pull away, and it still felt like a miracle. Maybe it always would. Dean sorta hoped so.

Staring into Cas's dark eyes and unable to stop himself, Dean whispered, "Marry me?" As soon as he said it, he knew it was too needy, but he'd barely formed that pathetic thought before Cas was answering, "Yes, yes," with one kiss for each yes and then another that seemed like its own unbreakable spell, as final as a ritual forged in blood.

"I love you," Dean said, and kissed his husband again.

#destielmonth #destiel #deancas #spn #fic #snippetfic #destielmonth23

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storkmuffin · 10 months

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November 26.

I'm not good at being in my body or feeling my feelings. Trying to fix that, so when my sternum hurt & my chest tightened during my drive into work today I massaged that area. I burst into tears. Each time the hurt was acute, I patted and rubbed my sad broken heart, gently, and I sobbed.

This is grief.

The last time I did this, sobbing while driving, was when C died on November 26, 2018. Which is the day my friendship with B ended, in 2023. I have been marking the day every year since C's passing, but I think I need to mark it differently. The attempt to avoid taking a whole day to live in my devastating loss may have hastened the bringing on of a new one.

So now is my sad, grief-stricken review of events, in the hopefully not-futile prayer of not repeating this again.

I know when someone blocks you on tumblr you're supposed to stfu forever. But I just was in too much pain, so I reached out to say goodbye, and she was kind of enough to write me back with a patient explanation for why she couldn't have me in her life anymore. It was, in part validating - I hadn't imagined it, that the connection was real. But it's also a repeat of a pattern in my life, for which I may or may not finally have an explanation (Autism Spectrum).

I've had many a relationship end with, How Can You Say Something Like That In That Way? I Can't Forgive You Because You Should Have Known That Is The Line Not To Cross.

Except I don't and never have, until I blunder across it and get told like this in the post mortem, when it's too late.

I wasn't drawn to or intrigued by the new show my ex friend got into, but I wanted to follow her into it, so I read Treasure Island (which was like pulling teeth, because I didn't enjoy it) to get the context. I didn't enjoy the story and felt nothing for Long John Silver. But even so, I started to watch the show. I ploughed through S1 which was fun enough, and relieving to me because I didn't hate it. So I tried to please her, even though she never asked me to do this. I ploughed through S2. I tried to understand this character I find increasingly repellent and incomprehensible, because he behaves in S2 exactly like people I despise in real life, who have undermined and attacked me.

Meanwhile work got insanely busy, and I see now that with C's deathdate barrelling at me, I tried to outrun it by loading myself up still further with projects: signed up for nanowrimo (despite averaging 20K a month this year every month for my long fic), liveblogging the pirate show, working out more, setting up lots of dinners and outings (Nutcracker tix, Mom's birthday lunch, etc etc) for December, and so on. All this while trying to cope with the autism self discovery I've had going on since fall.

On Friday Nov 10 and Nov 17, I had especially bad days at work, not because of the work but from run ins with people. I asked questions that I thought were neutral but they reacted with rage. (Again, the Autism Spectrum thing, and what the lingo seems to call Failure to Mask).

On Nov 23rd, US Thanksgiving, we had a work outing, which I went to out of obligation but it was a loud games-night-at-the-bar event. Nightmare. So I just let myself do what I wanted and ended up sitting numb in the corner with everyone's backs turned to me. They didn't push me out or anything. They all wanted to do that, gather in a rowdy circle shouting over a game, and I found it physically unbearable. I really must be autistic, was my conclusion, and that brought its own fear and sadness.

On the 24th, I went to see a production of Medea, whom they portrayed as a woman who desperately tried to please her husband only to be betrayed, and found herself completely depleted of any inner resources, including her sanity, to help her cope with the aftermath. I wish I hadn't seen that. It was so hopeless.

On the 25th, I had a run in with my father, who picked a fight with me. I know his methods, but I was feeling so tired that I couldn't effectively resist his trying to induce a fight, as I have successfully routinely done for the past couple years. We had a blow out fight.

Then came the 26th, where I made a series of shitposts about the pirate show, which was by then a welcome distraction from reality. Except the show gets very dark in S2, and I had a sense I was supposed to experience an about-face on John Silver during the leg loss plot line and I found I did not. My tumblr friend saw that post, which crossed an absolute boundary, and she was done with me.

I wanted to avoid feeling sad, and the one way I know how to do that is to be busy, but the resultant overload just brought me to a new, completely unanticipated heartbreak. Probably, if I hadn't done the overloading at the start of the month, I may have had more resources to cope with the work outing and the fight with my dad. If I had just spent the 26th in grief instead of trying to avoid that pain, none of this may have happened, or happened differently in a way that didn't hurt my former friend as much, or broke my heart so badly. If I wasn't autistic, I may have had an explicit clear understanding of what the line was I wasn't supposed to cross or possibly, never even had the feelings I had. Oh, if only.

#beloved #heartbreak #tumblr mutual

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notetaeker · 2 years

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Nov 10-12, 2022 - Thursday-Saturday | tranquil’s challenge 27-29

More knitting and checking papers 😭🤧 went on an unexpected walk with my dad to a place I’ve never been to before and saw a house with a neat sign (in the second pic!) and also the most beautiful caramel + white cat who looked a dessert🍦🍨 who just sauntered away from me and down the street leisurely, weaving between the bars of the gates of the row of houses on that block 😔

☕️ What do you do to calm yourself down when you feel anxious? I am actually the queen of this tbh so here's a list. - deep breaths - anxiety = racing thoughts so write down all these thoughts and they won't race around in your head anymore. will they go away? Maybe not completely but they aren't racing ! and that's important ! - knit / crochet / draw - drink some water - open a window esp if its cold outside - (if muslim) read duas + remind urself abt qadr + read ayatul qursi + read surah ikhlas 10 times

👻 Do you enjoy spooky season? What things do you like or dislike about it? uh personally not really. immigrant parents who are suspicious of everything country means that a night where ppl are allowed to wear costumes that obstruct their identity means more chance of possible crimes. Since I was little I was kind of conditioned that halloween means you come home early before sunset and lock your doors to avoid anything bad / drunk ppl on the street 😭

🎉 End of the challenge. Giving myself a high five for completing the challenge even though I fell thru the last few days D: Thank you again to @tranquilstudy for making a lovely challenge with questions that were fun to answer! Really grateful 💓💓

#studyblr #notes #studyspo #tranquilfallbuddies

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nanjokei · 1 year

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i know ive said it before a few months ago but even though i dont go there i feel like people are pretty meanspirited towards genshin fans. obviously one of the biggest games around is gonna attract people who are new to geek ish shit like video games and anime. which means its likely their opinions are likely to be unseasoned. i think theres an entire world that exists for teenagers and normies with smartphones that we arent seeing, maybe its a generational gap idk

like the people who are super into webtoons and genshin and god knows what else, younger people and normies, lack the etiquette that was basically beaten into our brains through years of frequenting forums and microblogging social sites (livejournal, tumblr) (this is a lie because most people lack etiquette to begin with) so they act unbecoming, get into fights, make claims about skinny twinks being daddy or whatever. mostly cuz they know nothing else. is it annoying? yeah, but it feels meanspirited to write all of them off, and all of genshin off. i dont play it, i tried it close to launch and found myself completely disinterested so after not even completing the tutorial i ended up dropping it, but i have a lot of friends who are normal and find themselves enjoying it unironically and theyre surprised that they do due to the overly exaggerated reputation it has. im just speaking in general, of course they have the same issues a lot of people have with genshin, in fact i think most people who Actually Play Games would...

in general i dont get the catastrophization of genshin. i feel like so many people attribute things to it that dont make sense, like how suddenly all anime character design, especially fantasy, has gotten worse. my own feelings on the designs is pretty neutral. but at the same time its like, a fucking anime game, idk, i dont have feelings on it to begin with because it just looks like most other anime games but hoyoverse flare is hoyoverse flare.

to begin with i don't think hoyoverse is to blame for fantasy designs sucking. i think that is completely dishonest to suggest. as a fantasy fan, i think that its an issue of decay and lack of interest in the genre. i wrote about my feelings in isekai before (hint: mostly positive) but its a fact that most people have no interest in fantasy anymore. its seeing a slight genuine revival recently, but i feel like most of people's exposure is from isekai that take a very minimalist and "modern" sensibility to the designs so as not to be cringe and over the top. here is a google search i did in november 2022 with the search term "anime elf"

i mostly use this cap to show that 1) this is an issue ive been concerned about consistently and 2) if you search "anime" anything these days you get a lot of ai art and that is just noise to me in this context. by the way, in nov 2022 if you searched "90s anime elf", the results are entirely deedlit lol. she's very pretty, and every anime aesthetic page on social media is eager to reshare her and erroneously go "80s anime is the best 😍😍😍" you know, the ova series and tv anime that came out in 1990 and 1998 respectively. its just a complete and utter lack of disinterest in the fantasy genre all around that leads to fantasy anime being swallowed up into nothingness and not being present in any zeitgeist. even tales of, a series that seemed inseperable from the conventions of the genre, has forsaken it. the super tropey anime fantasy jrpg doesn't exist anymore. even fire emblem keeps hiring artists that have no business designing characters in a medieval setting (kozaki, kurahana, pikazo). granblue FANTASY has entirely shed its final fantasy tactics inspo aesthetic and is increasingly releasing more characters distant from those sensibilities.

anyway, my point is that for over a decade now fantasy as us nerdy 20 somethings grew up with has been considered owakon and blasé. nu anime fantasy is either informed by wanting to smooth out the fantasy element as much as possible (see: rezero's character design sense. i have no comment on the story itself) or inspiration from anime MMOs that usually had more simple armor and clothing designs for most players who didn't pay up. its a whole issue from top to bottom, and frankly genshin has nothing to do with it. there are modern series clearly made by people who love the fantasy we grew up with. even those that have a different world view, like tensura, lampshades the protagonist's view of fantasy to the world he actually ended up in.

if anything genshin at least feels like its calling to SOMETHING. im not sure what, to be honest i dont really get the design thoroughline of it, and a lot of the designs are overdesigned, but i think some designs do feel reminiscent of a more familiar fantasy aesthetic (venti comes to mind).

of course its true that a lot of young artists take inspiration from genshin, you know, its one of the most popular games in the world, its like mind boggling hearing how big its install base is, but also i keep hearing that it had some kind of ripple effect on all character design in every game and anime ever. can anyone actually show me like even 3 examples of this? like, be honest with me. is that not peak catastrophizing? game has barely been out for 3 years, its not really enough for its ripple effect to suddenly change the world.

what you are complaining about is an issue that has been an issue since the 2010s. maybe you are only noticing it now that you have a new mediore hatesink to invest in. anyway yes this mediocre and halfhearted defense of genshin's fans was an excuse for me to rant about fantasy as a genre being on its death throes and how people are misattributing the tragedy to rant about some mediocre anime gacha game. i hope the recent popularity of series like dungeon meshi and frieren (i mention them bc theyre currently airing right now) makes people remember that fantasy can be good and pure soul. i hope we get a real tales of game soon also.

if you read this far please let me know what you think even on anon. its a topic that greatly interests me (anime fantasy, not genshin, i have nothing to say about genshin)

#rambles #lodoss novels started up in 1988 if you wanna argue with me thats barely 80s #they are posting gifs from 90s animes anyway

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kyoghurts · 4 months

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so uh there's this guy...

been friends for almost a year now. knew nothing about him until we're under the same strand. i never heard his name before even though our classrooms were a mile apart and in under the same hallway back in junior highschool (it sounds as if its been so long wtf). funnily enough, i had an ex fling at that time who is his classmate and yet he never saw me even when i visit his classroom on multiple occassions.

so, first year of senior, we didnt interact all that much during the first few months. to me, he's often detached and unapproachable with the lack of presence he fills in the class. i've never seen him interact with others except for two guys hes close with. but i always wanted to be his friend, partially bc his best friend — lets name him J — was friendly and that we had vv similar tastes in anime + yap abt math and/or anime. and i thought that J and this guy — i'll call him R — were the same, or similar, idk.

the first time i talked to him. it was around october-november and midterm exams were around the corner. we had a long quiz on calc and we needed to prepare and everyone was revising each other, collectively agreeing to help out each and everyone. i was in front of the class writing on the board with some formulas and talking to the Smarties /gen when R kind of watched us, and stood beside me for a few minutes and asked me if i could tutor him. we did. i sat with him and taught him until we arent revising anymore and before i knew it - we were yapping abt ourselves and we just- clicked. i never fucking knew he'd be THAT talkative. he yapped a LOT enough for me to instantly got to know him better. from then on, i made a habit to sit beside R and J every chance i get. and before i continue, i would like to make it clear that it was all very platonic.

i was with a cosplayer back then. i never thought of R beyond anything like that. R and J and me were like the weird trio in the corner sometimes. often bickering or laughing our asses off. they're both very great guys. they tell me stories about themselves and they let me ramble abt my stupid hyperfixations on breaktime.

but then as days pass. i often get the feeling that people are perceiving me and R in the wrong way, particularly my classmates. J here is the victim, receiving weird questions from my classmates, from "is kenji & R have a thing?" to "are they flirting?" and "they look oddly close to each other, did R/Kenji asked each other out?" and its reasonable !!! we just suddenly went from strangers to buddies in just a day, so i didnt mind it. in fact i laughed when i learned this, who knew they'd be so curious abt me or R. then again, we were introverts who didnt seem like the type to be interested in that aspect.

around oct-nov, i was also in a lot of turmoil with my feelings for the cosplayer dude. the fact that we were long distance didnt help either. basically, he went cold and didnt talk to me for months. and then december, he decided to act like nothing happened and flirted w me until i couldnt handle it. the push and pull he did really fucked me up, to the point that i wrote too many poems abt him LMAOOO, after our christmas party. that night, cosplayer dude confessed for the second time and that he wanted to make things right. so we did start over. R supported me and cosplayer dude, he said cosplayer dude’s really cool for what he did, despite the months of being a jerk, he did everything to prove his conviction of a second chance is real and true. UNTIL, until… around the end of dec, that day when i was in a cosplay convention, i found out that cosplayer dude actually two-timed the whole time. those months of not talking were actually him being with another cosplayer, which i met on that convention and she never knew either.

fast forward. i cut cosplayer dude out of my life and went hiatus on cosplaying for a while. in january, i did nothing but drown in academics until got horribly sick on the day of finals of my first semester. i told R about what happened, and he threw all his opinions abt cosplayer dude out in the open all at once, how he never liked him the moment i said cosplayer dude said the three words (ily) the day after he confessed (he said it was too early and awkward to be saying that, which i agreed). how his hot and cold behavior were already a sign of a red flag, which i ignored- and which R told me to be more careful from now on.

R’s dating history werent unknown to me, ever since we were friends, hes very open abt his experiences in general, which he stated that it shaped him and his priorities into a solid state and his goals became clearer to him. i wondered, how is this guy keep checking each boxes and yet i never saw him as some romantic figure at all? ah, maybe its bc i was so hung up on the cosplayer dude, maybe its bc i got attached to dickheads for too long to notice R or J.

after finals, we still had one hurdle to finish off before sem break, and that was a dance contest as we fight against every strands. each and every one of them. mind you i was not a good state. my temp was going nuts. i was dehydrated. and just overall beaten up. i could’ve called quits and just rest at home, but i didnt want to.

as we were waiting for our turn, i told R who’s getting ready beside me, i wanted some water. his water bottle’s empty, and then he didnt hesitate to walk towards the stairs and urged me to join with him. what for???? he said he’ll buy me water, which is embarrassing bc i had money and yet he didnt want it >:(

that time i thought, he really cares for his friends. he doesn’t have that much, and i think i was feeling grateful that i met him and we became good friends.

february, still platonic !! i think that was the month where we didnt get to talk much, but uhh i gave him chocolates, if i remember correctly?? along with J and my bff and other friends. it was that time that im relapsing real hard ☠ i tried to divert myself as much as i can, but there was a short moment of me admitting it to R, J and bff late at night. i just couldnt handle it.

march, i was a bit okay. i didnt think abt cosplayer dude all that much anymore. me and R got closer, and one time we went back around the topic of our classmates speculating abt us. he said its actually an advantage, here, and i quote “if word spreads outside of our class, then people wont have to bother us anymore. cause they’ll think we do have a thing.” —> THESE ARE HIS WORDS!!

the reason for this being an advantage is bc, R is prioritizing himself. so am i. there, i said it. after his breakup w his ex fling last year in oct, hes been dead set on improving himself. he never talked or flirted with anyone ever since. and he went as far as to remove some of his friends on social media with which he no longer associates/vibe with. he rejected and distanced himself with girls who had (and still has) a crush on him. overall hes doing good in being committed to his goals, and with the speculation/ developing rumors. people dont bother him as much anymore.

i got to know him even better after this conversation. i said smth like “why is it an advantage for me too?”

and hes like “arent u healing? besides, things are getting better now that people arent pestering you, right? u seem, and i know u do, feel happy with how things are right now. this is a win-win situation for us.”

and i was like, well, seems he know me as much i know him too.

APRIL…TO MAY…

HOO okay uh. the moment you’ve all been waiting for. this is the time im questioning everything. i know im capable of liking someone right now. but i dont think i need a relationship. this, im certain. and im definitely happy with how things are, as R have previously stated.

WHAT IM NOT TOTALLY OKAY IS WHY….R????? WHY AM I SUDDENLY HAVING THOUGHTS OF HIM BEING CUTE…. WHY AM I IMAGINING HIS STUPID LAUGH, HIS HABIT OF SITTING NEXT TO ME OR RANDOMLY TALKING TO ME OR SENDING ME STUPID TIKTOKS OR IG REELS

WHY DO I FEEL HAPPY WHEN HE ACTUALLY WATCHES THE RECOS I GIVE HIM?????? ESPECIALLY WHEN HE SAID LOVES MASH AND ENJOYED WATCHING MASHLE????????

WHY NOW????????????

DUDE IMKDHFIUHSDE (im going to make a part 2… im not done yapping but im getting really sleepy rn so i’ll continue this tmrw, probably)

#ᶻᶻ 𝒌. yaps #SOME DEEP KENJI LORE #PLS READ AT UR OWN DISCRETION

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sleepsonfutons · 2 years

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10 lines | 10 people

I’m late on it but thanks for the tag @mallory-x

Rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written less than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway

I only started writing fic last year and started posting in Nov, so here’s the 8 fics I have out in the world~ (oldest to newest)

Where You Least Expect It - (The Witcher: Geraskier)

When you stop looking, there it is…nothing more than a quaint sentiment people use to placate themselves over something lost. At least that’s what Geralt thought. He wouldn’t know since he didn't lose things…everything in his life always had its place and nothing was missing from it. Not anymore anyway.

**Temporary MCD** Desperate (Here in the Darkness) - (The Sandman: Dreamling)

Stoic, aloof, mercurial. Desperate…here in the darkness.

He, a child of Night and Time, lost in the dark. His form lost to the unstructured dreamstuff of his realm. Of himself. It was unconscionable, yet undeniably thus.

In Awe, I Stand - (The Sandman: Dreamling)

It was quiet in the eye of the raging storm. The sounds of chaos and destruction whirling around him, strangely muffled. Hob’s rage had launched him forward before the guards could do anything in response, when he opened that heavy gate at the bottom of the stairs, and beheld the injustice wrought upon his stranger.

**Explicit** Every Inch of Me - (The Sandman: Dreamling)

Hob keens when his orgasm hits and he spills across the sheets, before shivering at the simultaneous loss of the pulsing ache between his legs and its reappearance in that little spot behind his ear that always makes him come apart.

**Explicit** Insatiable - (The Sandman: Dreamling)

It had been years since Hob had enjoyed a cannoncini, a lady locks, a cream horn; and they hadn’t even crossed his mind in that time as something to miss. Now though…well, the sight laid out in front of him like a king’s feast made him hunger. Hunger and remember all the sweet and tantalizing things he’d enjoyed in life.

Whole and Empty - (The Sandman: Dreamling)

Yours are the eyes that pierce. That haunt. The glacial churn and crash of the sea. Burning and freezing. Destroying every nerve.

**WIP - Temporary MCD** Even When the World’s On Fire, I Won’t Stop To Watch It Burning - (The Sandman: Dreamling)

Dream feels the other man’s grip tighten on the ruby like a vice around the core of him. It’s a crushing agony as inescapable as a black hole. He grunts in pain as his manifestation doubles over and speaks.

“You’re hurting the dreamers.”

My Comfort. Your Touch. - (The Sandman: Dreamling)

The season changes were always the worst. Aches and pains that subsided to forgettable in the warmer, dryer weather began to wake up. Each day they stretched their wiggling fingers further, further into his extremities and dug into his joints until he could hardly stand, let alone move. Hob hadn’t been a young man when he met his stranger and began his immortal life.

#10 lines #the witcher #geraskier #geralt x jaskier #the sandman #dreamling #dream x hob #the witcher fanfic #the sandman fanfic #my writing

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an-annyeoing-writer · 2 years

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Chanyeol x Reader: pyrophobic.

Part One of Nine

Genre: powers!AU

Rating: +16

Release date: 6th Nov. 2022

Word count: 7 173

Warnings: mentions of death & depressive thoughts

He stumbled through the night, tearing apart its dark and coldness. The world surrounding him crumbled in front of his eyes, shattering into pieces. Or was it his world shattering? Maybe, he thought, that was what he was meant to become. Ashes left of what he used to be, of the human he once was. He didn’t feel like a person anymore.

These were his last thoughts before the world he hated exploded around him, swallowing him whole.

“Are you sleeping?”

You raised your head abruptly. Your classmate stared at you with his head tilted to the side.

“Huh? Am I?”

Baekhyun – said classmate – laughed quietly at your confused tone, but then his face tensed at the stern look the professor shot at the two of you. He hung his head low in shame, waiting for the teacher to look away, and then glanced at you, stifling laughter once again. You rolled your eyes.

“What are we at?”

“This part.” He pushed the textbook in front of you. You attempted to read the sentence in front of you a few times before your sleepy mind managed to – although barely – get it through your head.

You sighed and glanced up. Your professor’s words were further and further away, and your consciousness slipped away once again.

“You’re overworked these days, aren’t you?”

The two of you were sitting in a huge garden in the middle of the university’s grounds, lazily munching on your lunches. Baekhyun almost finished his, and you slowly took in your own, but as you still had almost half hour of a break left, none of you worried about how long it would yet take. The university had this clever idea of having a forty-five minutes break in the middle of the day, officially for the professors, but practically as a lunch break for everyone. The university’s cafeteria was, however, so occupied at that time, that bringing your own lunch was the best idea.

“I’m not. Not really. The semester just started, we don’t have that much to do yet” you shrugged. “I mean, in comparison to how much spare time I have, it’s really not much. I’m just… Dunno. I’m having that weird, uneasy feeling these days. Hard time sleeping, too.”

“Uneasy feeling, huh?” The man rested chin on his hand, playing with the remains of rice in his lunch box, digging sticks into it and then flipping over countless amount of times, at which you stared, curious how long would it take before he’d accidentally flip the rice out of the box. “Maybe it’s the weather?”

“You think we’ll get a tornado?”

“You’re so stupid.”

Catching a bit of rice in the sticks, he threw it at you. It hit your shirt and fell off, so you didn’t even have to move to get it off. You sighed, as if it didn’t bother you at all; you were too deep in thoughts, in fact, to care.

“Seriously though, there had been a huge fire nearby my place.”

“But they put it down, didn’t they?” Baekhyun stared at you expectantly.

“Yeah, and it was some abandoned factory, there were only a few homeless men inside but they all got out when it started to spread.”

“You’ve read into it?”

“I saw the fire there the night before yesterday, it was scary” you huffed, crossing your arms and leaning on the table in front of you.

“How come? Wasn’t it quite far from your place?”

“Safely far enough, but it just… It made me uneasy.”

“I see.”

It had been barely a month ever since you started living alone. You liked it, you could say; the independence and possibility to stay away from your family house without feeling like something’s missing. All of your things were in this small flat in a district of closed factories and old tenement houses. A poor neighborhood, probably not the safest, but you weren’t anywhere close to being rich yourself. What you had, was more than enough.

You laid on the couch that served you as a bed at night, since there was only one small room in your apartment, and the second-hand couch was the cheapest thing you found. It was late afternoon, with the sky already covering in shades of red and violets. The sight behind your window reminded you of the glow that you saw two nights ago; the scary thing that kept you awake for hours, which you spent doing as much as you could – looking for news online. The news of fire mixed with the news of other tragedies, and there were many happening in the past few weeks, if not months. Spending hours reading about murders, attacks, even things as otherworldly, in your perception, as companies getting their systems hijacked – a common occurrence lately – had your anxiety spiraling to the levels where even, if you managed to get some sleep, it wouldn’t feel peaceful at all.

Now, days later, you still felt restless.

Sudden knocking on your door didn’t surprise you. Although you had no clue who could be in there, it was as though you spent all this time only waiting for it to echo in your flat.

You stared at your room’s ceiling for some more time, as if the sound didn’t faze you. Only when it echoed once again, had you realized that you should get up and answer whoever tried to get inside your flat.

You stood up from your spot without hurry; your body felt sluggish, because you almost fell asleep while resting. You opened the door without checking the peephole.

A man hovered above you, with his arm resting against the door frame, his eyes hazy, his face covered in dirt, just like his clothes and hands, mixed with blood from small cuts on literally every surface of his skin that you saw. You froze, staring at him in utter shock.

“[F/n]?”

The husky voice, followed by a cough, tore you out of your daze.

“Y-yes? Who are you? How do you know my name? What happened to you…?” The questions spilled out of your mouth even before you could fully think them over. Should you close the door as soon as possible, because the man could be dangerous? You probably should. You would, but not with how your chest clenched at his pained expression, at exhaustion and fatigue visible in his whole composure.

“He told me I can trust you” the man whispered.

And then his legs suddenly gave underneath him, and the only thing that saved him from hitting your apartment’s floor with his head were your arms, extended to keep him from hurting himself while falling.

You managed to sit calmly in your chair only for seven minutes and fifty three seconds. That was the time when the constant ticking of your clock started to drive you crazy and you stood up, starting to pace around the room for a change. Your eyes darted to the silhouette occupying your very own couch; the man with many wounds, none of which, fortunately, seemed lethal. You barely managed to pull him all the way to the damn couch and you needed to rest a little before deciding what to do. Because you had, clearly, no idea.

Six more minutes and you sat back down. You glanced at your phone. Should you call someone? Police? Ambulance? It seemed to you as though the man didn’t want any of these, but, to be honest, was it any of your business? Probably not.

You totally didn’t feel like dealing with it alone, so you dialed number of the only person you could trust right now.

But, as if the entire universe was now against you, Baekhyun simply didn’t answer. There was a long silence after his chirpy voicemail instructed you to leave a message after a signal, which you shut down with a red button. You were alone, it seemed. You shot him a short message asking to call you back ASAP and then put the phone down. What now?

Your gaze was stuck on the man lying in your very own bed. His chest moved heavily, his face scrunched in pain. His hair was dirty from dark dust that hid its usual color completely; the same sort of dust covered most of his clothes and face, getting all over your mattress, which you only briefly cringed at – it wasn’t that important now. The blood was dried. And there was also smell: smell of burn, along with one that you couldn’t know, but you could instinctively tell, these weren’t just his clothes that caught on fire.

Fire.

You gulped at the sudden thought that appeared in your mind.

“No. No way. No fucking way.”

He looked like a victim, no matter how you looked at it. Like someone who’d been caught in the fire, maybe trapped somewhere with no escape. How come he didn’t die – you didn’t know. How come he appeared here so suddenly, after a few days had passed – you couldn’t know either. You just had a feeling that you knew, why he decided not to go straight into a hospital, and why he seemed not to want to be found.

God. You couldn’t deal with it now. You needed to clear your mind.

He didn’t seem like he’d wake up anytime soon. So you got up, put on your shoes and left, supposedly to breath in the fresh air, and just hoping so that upon going back, he’d have left your place, sparing you from the trouble you didn’t necessarily want for yourself.

The weather outside was rather chill; in the distance, the sun already hid behind the buildings, and all you could see were pastel colors of the sky above. There were dozens of sounds surrounding you – mainly birds and cars, sometimes the people you passed, although in this area there weren’t too many to begin with. The wind made you regret not taking a hoodie, but you knew you wouldn’t spend too much here now. You just wanted to take a few minutes; you were more than aware that leaving a stranger alone in your very own apartment was not the wisest idea.

You didn’t spend outside even five minutes – that was as long as you could take before going back home. You entered your flat.

There was a quiet voice echoing in your room and you headed straight there.

The man was sitting on your bed with your own phone pressed against his ear, clearly aware that you arrived, but not paying you much attention. But, before he could say anything more – you wished you eavesdropped a bit, but now it was too late – you pulled the phone out of his hand and ended the call without looking at the caller’s ID.

“You don’t touch what’s not yours without asking” you scolded him, pushing the phone into your pocket. The man’s hand was still raised from where he held the phone as he glanced up at you coldly, although deciding not to argue. He dropped his hand and shifted on your bed a little as you crossed your arms, staring down at him, clearly upset. “Who are you?”

“Chanyeol” he replied simply. Good, at the very least, he offered an answer.

“Why are you here?”

“Because you let me in, I suppose” he answered, leaning back against the backrest of the couch, a small, annoying smirk in the corner of his lips.

“…Yes, but why did you come here” you specified.

“I was told I can trust you.” You did, in fact, hear him say it earlier.

“How about you trust a hospital, hm?” You smiled politely, noting how his face tensed tiredly, a blood drop trickling form his nostril. He could have had some internal injuries, and you were in no place to deal with it. You reached to your phone again. “I assure you that doctors can take better care of you than I do.”

“If you make this phone call, I’m going to burn your flat down before they arrive. Put the fucking phone down” he spoke slowly. There was no ounce of amusement on his face anymore – only danger: his eyes pierced through you, confirming the honesty of his threat.

You gulped, hiding the phone back in your pocket; it must have calmed him down enough because his face relaxed visibly. Your own nervousness decreased in result.

“Okay, so… What are you going to do? Should I call a taxi instead? You can go anywhere, I will pay, just…”

“He said I can trust you” he fixated his gaze on you, as though judging whether you were, in fact, trust-worthy. You couldn’t stand this gaze. You glanced down. “I know it must be confusing to you, but I won’t stay here too long. I have no other place to go.”

You pressed your lips together.

“What about the person you were talking to just now? If you need to, I can let you call them again. Can’t they, dunno, pick you up and take you home, or something?”

He stared at you blankly.

“Check your phone.”

That took you aback, but you obediently reached to the device, opening it and entering the phone-calls history.

The last call, lasting not even half of a minute, had the caller’s ID – “Baekhyun” – on it. You let out a gasp, pressing the green button on the screen and putting it by your ear.

“You wait here,” you instructed the man – Chanyeol – and left the room, closing the door behind and entering the small kitchen, hoping that maybe even though the privacy of this solution was limited, you’d at least be able to focus without the man’s silhouette making you nervous with every move he made.

There was a few long beeps before the call was answered.

“Baekhyun?”

“[F/n]? Are you okay?”

You pressed your lips together; what did Chanyeol tell him – you had no idea. But Baekhyun didn’t seem nervous, his question was kind and heartwarming, just like he always was.

“I’m sorry, I went out for a moment and forgot to take the phone.” You were silent for a second. “Can you come here? I think, um… I need your help.”

“Now?”

“Yes.”

“I’m a little tied up at the moment, but I should be free in an hour, so I could be there, uh, in like two hours?”

Why didn’t he even mention the fact that his phone-call was answered by a stranger, you couldn’t tell. Maybe Chanyeol introduced himself as your friend and managed to do it smoothly enough so that Baekhyun had no suspicions?

But then, you thought, what if he was more dangerous than you estimated, what if Baekhyun coming here would only fuel him, cause him to become a threat to the both of you?

“[F/n]? Are you there?”

You exhaled shakily.

“Y-yes. No, never mind, I’m sorry for bothering you. Don’t come, I will handle this for now, just, uh, make sure to have your phone around, could you…?”

“Of course. I’m sorry, I really need to go now. But, um. Some things are not as bad as they look. Cheer up!” Easier said than done.

“Thank you, Baek. See you around.”

And the phone-call ended.

You put the phone back in your pocket – you didn’t know when you’d suddenly need it again. You stood where you were for a few long moments, hesitating. You knew you should go back to your room – talk to the stranger a bit more, find out more, learn what he expects and how can you get rid of him as fast as possible. After a few more seconds, you decided to take cookies resting in one of the drawers – not because you were being nice, but because they were there for way too long, and you didn’t even know why you bought them, you didn’t like this flavor at all.

With cookies in your hand, you entered your room and threw the pack at the man.

“Thanks” he mumbled, a bit taken aback by your sudden display of kindness.

“Okay. How long do you plan to stay here?

For the next few moments, rustling of the cookie bag was the only reply you could count on. But you waited patiently, and soon enough, Chanyeol spoke.

“Give me three days, alright?”

You let out a deep breath.

“Two.”

He stared back at you, slightly challenging.

“Three.”

You squinted your eyes at him, but before you could say something he continued.

“I can’t go anywhere until I recover. If I manage to get there sooner, I’ll just leave. But I can’t tell for sure how long it’ll take. You can tell I’m not in exactly the best state right now.” He moved just a little, exposing a bit of his chest – a deep purple bruise forming there, one you haven’t seen before, but it seemed to back up his point well enough.

“Alright. But you’re going to listen to what I say and not go out. I don’t want anyone to see you and think I’m engaged in… whatever the hell you’re involved in.” You waved your hand. “And you’re not going to ruin my flat when I’m not here, either. Got it?”

“I won’t cause trouble,” he tried to sound convincing.

You only laughed hysterically at that.

“Sure. Now get in the shower, you stink like a three days old barbecue.”

After your emotions fell down a little, you found yourself not half as mean as you were just minutes earlier. The defensive barrier of sarcasm and rudeness finally gave in and you were too tired to argue about anything, anyway. You even borrowed some big sized shirt and pants from an elderly lady that lived vis-à-vis (they belonged to her son who visited at times, she said). But it was clear that the man needed more than just a decent appearance and a heartfelt talk – first of all, he needed his injuries patched up, and there was quite a lot to patch up.

You couldn’t tell if any of his bones were broken. His breathing was labored as he sat there in a daze, drifting off as you tried to patch up his wounds. His skin was warm – warmer than average, and you assumed his body was trying to fight infections. But none of the wounds seemed infected, and he got most of the dust and ash out of them during the shower, giving you a clear sight of each as you disinfected them carefully – you had no idea, if there was any serious injury that demanded more attention than what you could give, but Chanyeol didn’t voice any concerns, quietly taking in your help, only flinching a little when some of the wounds were a bit more painful to touch.

Once, it turned out your first aid kit kept at home was not enough to patch up everything, and you ended up going out and buying a whole stash of bandages and some other supplies you found useful, including painkillers and some antibiotics, and eventually decided to add a pack of dissolvable vitamin pills; you weren’t sure what vitamins he’d need in his condition, but you figured that any would help at least a bit. Chanyeol took every pill you gave him, not questioning them, and drank the vitamins, and when you said he has to drink a lot of water now, he’d go and fill a cup with tap water every hour or so, and you were thankful that he wasn’t acting fussy for no reason. It gave you hope that his recovery would last only as much as necessary, without any delays caused by his recklessness.

For the night, you went to another neighbor and asked them for a spare mattress, since you were “having a guest over”. Luckily, they had one, and you said you’d give it back soon. Not wanting it to get dirty, you stubbornly decided to be the one using it for the time being. Chanyeol stayed on the couch instead, and, hours before you, he already decided to fall asleep, with his back facing you, your blanket too short to cover his entire, lengthy silhouette.

It must have been over midnight already. A couple of hours had passed ever since the mysterious stranger stumbled into your flat, and the variety of emotions that you felt through this time, from shock, objection, sympathy and until sweet acceptance left you so worn out that you were about to fall asleep where you were. That was when your phone vibrated in your pocket, and you reached to it in confusion. The caller’s ID was the same as what you’d expect any other day – you felt like at some point, Baekhyun became sincerely the only person you ever talked to. You glanced up at the huge silhouette in your bed, and then got up, walking quietly to the kitchen before pressing the green button.

“[F/n]?”

“Baekhyun? Aren’t you asleep?” You glanced at the clock, only confirming that it’s way beyond the both of your bedtime.

“Aren’t you? Did I wake you up?”

“Um, no.” You sat on the floor against the counter. “Is everything alright? I mean it is kinda late now.”

“I wanted to check on you. I’m sorry I didn’t really have time earlier, but you sounded distraught. I actually expected it to keep you up, you didn’t sleep too well lately either way,” he explained.

You sighed. Should you tell him all of this? Or should you just tell him you’re fine? Could you even handle this on your own? You felt as if, once Chanyeol leaves, and you would be left alone, you’d always question yourself about what exactly happened, and if you had no one to rely on in all of this, it would only get worse on you.

“I’m okay, but… There’s actually something going on. But I’m not sure if I can share it. I don’t want to bother you with it, either, but just, I want you to know that something’s up.”

“You want me to worry about you?”

“Kinda. I guess. I mean I don’t think I’m in danger…” Weren’t you? Hopefully. “But it’s sudden and I feel kinda lonely in it. So thank you for checking on me.”

“Of course. Are you sure there’s nothing I can do? I want to help.” His calm tone didn’t match the way he usually spoke, but you appreciated it. Usually, Baekhyun’s way of cheering people up was to behave silly and try to get them to laugh. But he also knew when it wasn’t the right thing to do.

“Just check on me once in a while, okay?”

“Well, I hope to check on you tomorrow morning, on the lecture.”

Ah, right.

“Yeah. See you there, then. Go to sleep though, or you won’t wake up.”

He laughed gently.

“Sure. You too. Sleep well, [F/n].”

You were slightly concerned about leaving Chanyeol alone in your apartment for the hours to come, but he’d behaved nothing but gentle like a sheep, doing exactly what you told him to and not doing anything that could potentially cause damage, even if he had literally nothing else to do. He was still worn out and barely moved at all, in fact, you felt as though he wouldn’t cause much damage even if he wanted. Ultimately, you left him with food and medicine, giving him very simple but precise directions as to what to do until you came back.

“Do you have a spare phone?” he asked as you were about to leave to class.

“Spare phone?”

“If I needed anything. Just in case.”

You were thinking for a few moments.

“I mean, I have a landline phone in the hall, if you didn’t notice, but I’m not sure if it works, it’s on the flat’s owner. But I don’t think anything better than that, and I definitely don’t have time to check it now.” You glanced at the clock on the wall. Chanyeol only observed as you walked around the room, picking your last belongings. “I’ll leave you my number if you need anything. Please don’t do pranks on people when I’m gone.”

Despite leaving in a relative peace, it would be too optimistic to expect not to think about him the moment your classes started. Baekhyun sat next to you in the class, sending you glances once in a while, but since you arrived basically last minute, you didn’t have the actual time to talk just yet. You were distraught and it showed, and Baekhyun only waited until the class was finally over, turning in your direction and staring at you with concern written all over his face. The next class would be in the same room, so you had the comfort of not having to move from your spots.

“Are you okay?” he asked. You stared back, leaning chin on your palm.

“Yeah, I think so. Just tired.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to tell me what’s going on?”

You contemplated it for a few moments.

You didn’t feel like you were that close with Baekhyun, as to engage him in everything that happened to you. You had no idea how he’d react. Yet, he was the closest person that you had. But that was, exactly, the reason why you didn’t want to accidentally ruin this friendship.

“I don’t know. I kinda do. But I don’t want to do the wrong thing.”

“I totally understand that, but you do look like you need to talk it out.”

You let out a deep sigh. What to do?

“Maybe next time. I feel like I need to be very careful with it.”

He nodded slowly.

“Alright.”

“Oh, by the way.” Something came to your mind, Baekhyun looked at you curiously. “You called me back earlier, but I didn’t pick the phone at that time, did someone else?” Did he talk to Chanyeol in the end? He didn’t really mention it. But you were sure that Chanyeol did say something into the speaker, right before you entered the room.

Baekhyun’s eyes widened ever so slightly, his hand, fiddling with a pen, freezing mid-air. He didn’t answer for a few seconds.

“…No, I don’t think so,” he eventually said. “Why? Did someone take your phone?”

Now it was your time to panic slightly.

“Um, just… someone was around, just wanted to know. But if nothing happened, then it’s alright.”

Baekhyun nodded slowly.

The room’s door opened, letting in the next teacher. It was still a few minutes left before the next class, but everyone already hushed a little, as if intimidated; the usual, but the professor sent everyone a reassuring nod, meaning that you still have a moment of freedom left.

But, you already felt torn out of context of the previous topic, and so seemed Baekhyun, focused on his studying notes, surprisingly (as for him) deciding to revise them before the class started.

The day passed by rather quickly – unable to focus on anything that the class consisted of, it turned out you dozed off more often than not. Before you realized, it was already afternoon, and it was the time to go back home – to whatever would you see, once you arrived.

You hoped everything would be okay. If the situation didn’t change in comparison to how you left it, then everything would be good, and it would probably stay this way till the three days’ period came to an end.

The weather was warm, way warmer than yesterday – it was actually very sunny, with close to no wind at all. Everything seemed still, like a pan just warming up before frying, warmth erupting from the ground warmed up through the whole day, never cooling down. You didn’t have air conditioning, but the walls of the apartment were always cold, so you knew it would still be cool in there, as long as you got there before frying yourself.

At least you hoped so; the staircase was so chill that you instantly put on your hoodie that you’ve been carrying in your hands until then. The coolness wasn’t as comfortable as you deemed it to be, you concluded.

Then, you opened the door, and it was anything but cold inside.

You panicked. The inside of your apartment felt warm like a kitchen during cooking – except there was no smell of food to accompany that. No smell of burning was present either, which calmed you down; did the stranger turn the heater on? For what? You marched inside, earning to find out what exactly happened.

You could hear the shower running right after you entered the apartment; you closed the door behind, but it quickly started feel like in a sauna, so you ran to open the windows in each of the rooms – it wasn’t all that colder outside, but it had to do. The air felt thick.

“Chanyeol?!” you called out, knocking on the bathroom’s door. No reply came. Was he taking a shower?

But the sound was still – the water ran without any sounds of splashes or disruptions, as if the showerhead was left in one place and nothing was moving underneath.

Despite the thoughts of what it could lead to, you decided to open the door.

The inside was a literal sauna, the wave of warmth made you dizzy, but the sight in front of you made you dismiss the discomfort right away. Your breath hitched, a nervous sensation filling your stomach.

Chanyeol was sitting in the shower, leaning against the wall, his eyes closed. His clothes were still on, but they were soaked through, and since he didn’t close the shower’s door, the water was splattered everywhere around. And it was hot, terribly hot.

You got to him in less than a second, reaching to turn the shower off – the water running was cold, but… only until it touched him. The heat radiated from him, too strong to be cooled down by the water; too strong even for you to touch – you hissed when your fingers brushed over his skin, and moved your hand away.

The man finally opened his eyes, glancing weakly at you, but, as much as you wanted to ask questions, you were completely speechless. The heat made your head spin.

“What’s going on?!” you uttered out.

He stared at you for a few painfully long seconds.

“Get out of here,” he finally managed to say. “Get out. Hurry.”

Before you managed to form a response, his shirt suddenly took on fire, making you let out a shriek and scramble backwards. The room filled with steam, water not warming up anymore – it was boiling, turning into vapor even before it managed to touch him. Too hot, it was too hot, you felt like you were burning alive.

Chanyeol let out a cry when the fire started to spread over his silhouette, and you felt like there was nothing you can do – too hot, even the water couldn’t put him out, not strong enough to fight against the amount of heat, evaporating mid-air.

You screamed when you realized that the nearby towel took on the fire as well, and except for heat, it was the smoke that started to bother you, not tearing into your lungs just yet, but making you realize that the longer you stayed, the more dangerous it would become.

But how could you leave?!

Through the fire and smoke spreading around, you couldn’t see Chanyeol’s face anymore, and it terrified you.

He was burning, he was literally burning alive in front of your eyes. God, if there was one, at least one thing you could do to help him – you would not hesitate. But the fear froze you to the ground, and you weren’t able to think straight, so even if there was the smallest thing you could actually do – it was out of your reach.

Completely stunned and terrified, you didn’t hear the sound behind you; it appeared out of nowhere, and then a sudden grasp on your shoulder pulled you backwards, throwing you on the floor of your hall.

“Stay back.”

Someone ran inside of the bathroom, the door shutting behind them.

You expected noise – any sort of sound, a scream, maybe, or things flying around, anything. You stared at the door, hearing the sound of fire, air still hot and filled with smoke, although dispersed now that you weren’t in the bathroom anymore.

And, despite everything that you’d expected, after barely a few seconds, everything started to die out.

The sounds decreased, the smoke dissolved in the air as it wasn’t spreading anymore. The temperature started decreasing, so suddenly that you felt dizzy, too dizzy to move; you half-laid there on the floor, your arms trembling, but stuck in place, supporting you – even if you wanted to lie down, you wouldn’t find it in yourself to.

The temperature must have still been over twenty degrees Celsius, when you started to shiver from sudden cold.

And it only got colder. Colder and colder, the temperature continued to drop.

It must have been around ten degrees, when the door to the bathroom finally opened again.

The man standing in the door had all your attention, keeping you from looking past him, fearful of what you’d see. Was he alive? Was he burned to ashes? What happened? Why was it cold? Who was this man?

His cat-like eyes stared at you for a few seconds, a bit curiously, but with concern as well. He smiled gently.

“Hi there. My name is Minseok.”

You stared at him, dumbfounded.

“[F/n],” you uttered out.

And then the world went black.

His consciousness disappeared and came back too often for him to get a solid grasp of reality.

One moment, everything was okay. The next – he was burning up. Hot, hotter, heat spreading from his core till the tips of his fingers.

Hot, too hot to stand it. He needed to cool down.

The moments in between the few memories that he had were unknown. He remembered reaching the phone in the hall, but he didn’t remember what he did after. He remembered sitting under the shower, and the cold water splashing from the shower head gave him some relief, at least for some time, before it became useless.

And then he saw that girl come in, and he panicked. Everything was a blur, but knowing she’s there made it only worse. Whatever happened, he couldn’t hurt her.

He told him he can trust her. So Chanyeol couldn’t let anything bad happen to her.

The next thing he remembered was the fire around him, and he wanted to cry.

It’s happening again. Oh, god. Oh, no. Not here, not again.

Then, again – nothing. Did he say something? He heard his own voice in the distance, but that, also, was a blur.

The pain of his body burning alive was so well-known by now that it didn’t bother him anymore. But, hell, was he scared. What would he destroy now? Whom would he hurt? Would he survive this? Would he find his way out?

Or would he just burn altogether, turn into ashes?

Suddenly, he felt cold – distant at first, but he could feel it there, something breaking through the inferno that he was stuck in. Deeper, deeper, finally reaching his chest. He wanted to cry in relief, but his eyes were dry, any moisture having evaporated a while ago. And he was too weak to move, his consciousness dissolving again.

Appearing again. It was almost cool, it’s so relieving, so good, no more heat, no more hell.

And it’s gone.

The moment he woke up again, a familiar silhouette stood above his own. It was cold, although his nerves became numb at this stage. So good, not to feel that pain anymore, even if it meant nothing.

“Chanyeol? Can you hear me?”

Minseok crouched down in front of him, touching his shoulder to get his attention. It was unnecessary – he was all in Chanyeol’s range of sight anyway.

“I’m here” he confirmed; his voice sounded terrible, probably due to his throat being drier than ever.

“Can you get up?” the question came.

“Have a wild guess.”

“Then stay here. Will bring you water.”

He glanced over his head, but the bathroom devices had been either burned to ashes or melted. The tile around him was burned too – only at the surface, though, at the very least, not risking damage to the construction. Everything else, though, was burned, melted, destroyed – the few remaining items were the door that didn’t manage to catch the fire just yet, but neither the drawers or the washing machine were that lucky. The damage would be costly and take a while to fix – he only hoped that the pipes didn’t suffer much damage.

The smoke already mostly dissolved, as the windows must have been opened outside, he noticed now – the fresh air coming in fast, soothing his lungs.

The pain came back as his adrenaline started to run out; the burns on his body were incomparable to what they should be with the temperature he was put under, but they were still there – he could stand fire far better than anyone else, but he wasn’t completely immune. The temperature wasn’t too harmful, but the fire always caressed his skin, sinking in and leaving the nasty black layers afterwards, at least on the outside. It was ridiculous – the damage to his own body was enough to taunt him, but never enough to kill him, even though, drowning in the inferno, he had so many times wished for it to happen.

Chanyeol didn’t really want to die. The wish to burn completely was there, but, at the very core, the man just wanted for the hell to end. Whether such a death would be a justice served for his sins, or – quite an opposite – a promise of freedom from his own torment, he couldn’t tell.

“Here.”

Minseok came back with a bottle of water and basically pushed it into his mouth. Chanyeol didn’t hesitate before drinking it up in one go.

“You need to wait here for a moment. I need to check on that girl, she’s a bit more fragile than you.”

He didn’t answer. The bottle of water was gone in less than a minute, but he waited patiently, trying to look through the entry, see what’s happening in there – is she okay? His eyes widened ever so slightly when he noticed Minseok kneel down. It meant she was on the floor… Then, he was picking her up. Was she unconscious?

Oh, god. Oh, no.

He wanted to cry again, but his body was still too dry to manage that much.

And so, he decided to lose consciousness again.

You opened your eyes, staring at the ceiling blankly.

It was the same ceiling that you very well knew, one that you’d been waking up under every day in the last month. There was nothing peculiar in it, and yet, seeing it stunned you for the first few moments – that was, until the memories of what happened came flooding back to you, and you sat up abruptly, looking around the room.

A man sat by the table in the corner, doing something on the phone. His cat-like eyes scanned the screen, so he must have not noticed that you’re awake. However, you soon realized, he was the only other person in the room.

“Where is Chanyeol?!” you almost yelled, your throat uncomfortably dry.

The man glanced up at you, scanning your body reactions, especially as you got up. There was a slight frown on his face, until his features eased down and he put the phone down, lifting his hands in a calming gesture.

“He’s okay, a bit roughed up, but he’ll be okay.”

“Where is he?” you asked, wrapping arms around yourself. You were confused and lost; your head was pounding.

“Our friend came to pick him up. He’ll stay with us, so you don’t need to worry. I’m going to go too, just wanted to make sure you’re okay.” He watched you intently for the next few moments, but when you didn’t say anything, he spoke again. “Your bathroom is not really in the best state right now, and it would probably be the best for you not to ask for insurance. If they come here to check what happened, I can’t tell what their conclusions may be, but it’s not likely to look like an accident. We’ll pay you back for renovations, but you probably want to stay over at someone else’s place until it’s fixed,” he spoke calmly, not taking his eyes off you.

You nodded slowly. It was too much to proceed, but the bathroom was the last thing on your mind right now.

“What happened, though? I mean… What was that?”

Of course, you wouldn’t let that go – he hoped you’d be too stunned to ask, and it would just be left as it was.

“Don’t worry about it, it won’t happen again.”

“Was this what happened in that old factory? Three days ago?”

He stared at you knowingly, fiddling with the phone back in his hand, spinning it against the table’s surface.

“Don’t think about it. I apologize for the inconvenience, but it’s only as much as I can tell you” he spoke, finally breaking his gaze away, standing up. “It’s the time for me.”

“No. Wait. You need to tell me more” you objected, standing up right after. Your legs felt like a jelly, but you managed to stand straight before the man could run to catch you from falling – from his body language, you could tell he was about to. Did you really look that weak?

He sighed, pushing the phone into his pocket.

“It’s really not something I can share with anyone. I’m sorry that you had to suffer from it, but you really have nothing to do with it.”

“What do you mean, I have nothing to do with it?!” You stood in his way before he managed to leave the room. He could easily push you away, but he waited patiently. “When he came here, yesterday, he said someone told him he can trust me. I don’t know who it was. But I’m not just a random person in this, I need to know what’s going on.”

Minseok frowned at your words.

“I’m sorry, but I had no idea this is the case. I don’t know who could have told him that.” He stared at you for a few moments. “Leave me your phone number, if I find out anything, I’ll let you know. I can’t do anything more now, though, sorry.”

You exhaled shakily, but finally accepted what you’ve been told. Minseok gave you his phone for you to put your number in.

And that was, in fact, all that could be done at that moment. Exchanging rather short good-byes, Minseok was gone, and you were left alone with your own thoughts.

And, hell, were there many of them.

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