#i wanted to give him beautiful browns but im p sure his eyes are grey to match his cats so grey eyes it is

[cnidarian-tidalwave]

WOE! Ethiopian Arthur Bennet be upon ye!!!!

[thethousandyearwitch]

The Show Must Go On! - A Youtuber AU you didn’t want and didn’t need

Hisoka Morrow, italian Makeup Youtuber, enjoys his life in the comfort and occasional drama of his profession. But nothing brings more drama into his life than the eldest son of the Zoldyck fashion magazine empire.

Meanwhile, aspiring australian Twitch Streamer Gon Freecs forms a special bond to a Speedrunner commonly going by "Kil".

Chapter 1 

FF.net link - AO3 link 

Beep Beep. beep Beep. Click

8:00 am. Hisoka rolled over in his queen-sized bed, groaning at the interruption of his beauty sleep. Setting an early alarm after editing until 2 am was a horrible idea.

He grabbed his phone from his nightstand and rolls onto his back, following his ritual of checking all his notifications in the morning. The video he had uploaded after editing was well received, many comments about how he should try more looks with purple eyeshadow. About 3 years ago he had started his channel “Bubblegumbitch Makeup” as more of a throwaway joke after someone insulted his makeup on Instagram. However, an audience grew quite quickly, and Hisoka had to admit that he enjoyed the attention and luxury of it all. Making money by sitting in front of a camera and applying Makeup while people tell you how good looking you are is a great ego boost.

Half-heartedly he scrolled through his subscription feed, just to see what his competition was up to, though barely anyone had really uploaded during the night. Amateurs and their 'healthy' sleep schedules. A true influencer knows that an audience never sleeps.

 He disregarded his phone somewhere into the pile of pillows that make up his bed and made his way into the bathroom. His morning showers are more functional than enjoyable, quickly rinsing on whatever spirits of sleep may linger on him.

After that, the Makeup artist applied his usual morning creams, body lotion, towel dries his hair, and threw on a pair of grey low-waist sweats and a comfortable white razor-back shirt. Need. Coffee.

 Hisokas flat was a quaint little thing just outside of Rieti. An open imitation marble kitchen, facing the living room equipped with a black leather couch and wall mounted flat screen TV, opening to a relatively small balcony housing a few plants.

Exiting his bedroom, he grabbed the TV remote and switched unto a random morning news show, just needing background noise while he waits for his coffee to brew.

"And preparations are running wild for the annual Fashion Week in Rome. This year the line-up features many new promising designers from all over the globe. Tune in at 10 for more-"

The fashion week! Hisoka grinned, having nearly forgotten about this important event that he had always followed closely. Though rarely attending himself, he had been requested on multiple occasions as a make-up artist for certain models. But there was something more important connected to that special week. He grabbed his fresh cappuccino and strolled back to his room, fishing his phone from the depths of pillow mountain.

"Hisoka: Gooooood Morning! Roma's Fashion Week is coming up, are you going to stop on by? ~"

It didn’t take long before his phone chimed with the familiar Ping of a private Message.

“Bellissimo <3: I will be going to the Show for 4 days. If it proves convenient, I’d drop by for a short collaboration.”

“Hisoka: I’ll be keeping my bed warm~♥️”

“Bellissimo<3: Gross and unnecessary. I will book a room in my usual hotel in Rome. I’ll drop by for the Collaboration on Monday afternoon, and leave after.”

“Bellissimo<3: I will send you some sample pieces later, please come up with a look for one of them, and don’t just ‘wing it’ like last time.”

Hisoka giggled before disregarding his phone again. Illumi Zoldyck, breakthrough Fashion Designer from England, and eldest son of Zoldyck fashion magazine empire, who often uploaded videos of his artistic process on his channel “I. Zoldyck Fashion”. They had met 2 years ago, at a smaller Paris fashion show, the first one Hisoka ever attended. A model had requested Hisoka as her makeup artist, while Illumi had been working on a dress for her, and the two of them ended up working closely together to properly coordinate colours with each other. And though Illumi expressed great annoyance with Hisoka, they exchanged numbers, and started to make collab videos whenever they fell into the same place. Something about working together with Illumi got Hisokas heart racing. Seeing the camera-shy man get increasingly more frustrated with his antics was a joy that could hardly be topped.

But he didn’t have time to dwell in good memories and spine-tingling anticipation. He had work to do. And so once again he chucked his phone back into the pillow-cave system and made his way into his recording room.

It was a small office space, on one side an office Desk with a Desktop Computer, a couple of small succulent plants framing it, and a comfy black office chair. On the other side a set-up to record videos, with a white-pink gradient wall, a stainless white desk with a small mirror standing on it, and a less-comfy stool to sit on. In a smooth motion, Hisoka downed the rest of his coffee, set the cup aside, and started the camera. The night before he had laid out everything for his next video, a review for a new eyeshadow palette released by another Beauty Youtuber, still trying to get into the game. How Cute.

Hisoka clapped his hands together, putting on his best camera smile. “Hey, Scum! ~ Today I have a very special treat for you all. I got my hands on the new Togari Palette ‘Hunting for Your Dreams’, his first release.” He held up the shimmering silver case and opened it up for the camera to reveal 6 eyeshadows in various shades of orange and red. About half an hour and a couple try hard glamour shots later, Hisoka dropped the Palette with a grin, staring directly into the Camera. In addition to his signature Star and Teardrop under his eyes, he had attempted to imitate a flame-inspired eyeshadow look. “Well, this has been an absolute disaster. I feel like I’m losing clumps of eyeshadow every time I blink, and it feels sandy and irritating on my skin. But you have got to give it to Togari: I have never seen a Palette that features colours that are eye-biting and yet completely bland before. Though the surprise gift of a long, brown hair inside the sealed Palette wasn’t for me. But you know, if you see these Palettes in your local bargain bin, I’d say go for it.” He gave a cheeky wink, before rattling off his usual goodbyes, like and subscribe, yadda yadda.

Click.

Hisoka took the camera and set it by his computer. Before he could even think about editing, he must wipe away whatever the hell was in that shabby palette. Of course it wasn’t the worst make-up he had ever worn; it probably wouldn’t even make it in the bottom 10, he wasn’t here to make friends and spoon-feed his competition compliments. If a creator dares to churn out a subpar product, they have to deal with the consequences.

After practically subjecting himself to water torture via make-up remover towels, the man grabbed another whiteclaw from the fridge, and settled into his office chair. Digging through business emails was a boring, repetitive task, deleting promo-email after promo-email, practically begging him to promote some skin-care vitamins or boring phone app. Clicking the nails of his free hand against his desk, he tapped away at the delete button in a rhythm only known to him.

Finally reaching the bottom of his inbox, he switched to his private Inbox with a satisfied smile, an expected email already waiting for him. “From: I. Zoldyck: Roma Fashion Week Promos”.  To my private Email, dear Illumi? How shockingly Intimate~ Hisoka mocked in his head while opening the mail.  

“Hisoka.

Attached are 3 Designs I plan to show off at the show. Chose one for the collaboration and let me know in time.

Sincerely,

Illumi Zoldyck.”

Under his signature, 3 files were lined up, boringly titled “Design Roma 1/2/3”. Hisoka opened the first file and is greeted by a 2-piece suit with a light pink base colour, and blue-green flower highlights that frame the pockets and seams of the jacket, and the belt of the pants. Not bad, not bad.

The second file contained another 2-piece suit, this time with a black base colour, and a repeating roman-vase pattern in eye-catching blues, pinks, and oranges. Lovely pattern, and what a revealing jacket cut~. He was sure he had found his favourite, already planning a matching make-up look. But it wouldn’t hurt looking at the last design for pity, right?

Hisoka audibly gasped in a mixture of shock and flattery and laid a hand over his heart to complete the star performance. Staring back at him was a beautiful white-jeans design, patterned with colourful card-suits dotting the jacket and pants. The pattern was ever so slightly washed out, faking a vintage look. This is it. Mine. His heart was beating through his chest, and for the first time in a while he was truly speechless.

He had 3 more weeks until the show, but his mind was already bursting with inspiration, and when he later laid in bed, he couldn’t contain his grin as he texted.

“Hisoka: You already know which one im choosing~♥️♥️♥️”

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Gon had been streaming for a good hour or so, talking excitedly to his chat about the new Season of Fortnite, admiring new skins that he was definitely going to try and get. Every new pass just meant a new challenge for him to prove himself, and it was undeniable that it was satisfying to work and game hard to get what he wanted. Just as he was about to ask chat if he should go another row, or change games for the night, a discord message drew his attention away.

“Kil: Yo, wanna team up? :p”

Filled with even more excitement, Gon returned his attention back to his stream. “Everyone, today we are going to feature a special guest!”

[cherryeol04]

Breaking the curse

Based on this prompt!

https://corvidprompts.tumblr.com/post/190045516647/dont-worry-says-the-witch-im-a-skilled

Jisung sighed as another plant withered by his presence, a trail of them behind him, obscuring the snow covered ground with their dead foliage. Luckily it seemed trees were immune to whatever curse had been placed on him - he wouldn’t have heard the end of it from the village elders if the trees started dying as well.

The snow crunched loudly under his heavy boots in a teeth grating, goosebump raising sort of way. Jisung had always hated the sound that snow makes, the feeling of it and even the cold temperatures it brought with it. Yet, he could never deny the beauty of it. The way it blanketed the ground, lush and white. The peaceful serenity that was casted about. Always so beautiful. But nevertheless it was an annoying pain in the ass, especially now as he had to trudge through it in order to get to the local witch.

Though if you ask Jisung, “local” wasn’t the correct term to use. It was more like the “convenient” witch, as she....he?(Jisung wasn’t sure)...was the only one around for miles. Villages were scattered around in what maps showed as some sort of ring with Jisung’s village being in the center. A central hub of sorts, rich with resources that were traded with the other villages. And just on the outskirts of the south village, was a large forest and nestled right in the front of the tree line was the witch’s home. A foreboding abode that had everyone wary since it’s erection. Which was understandable, witches weren’t to be trusted. They used their magic for evil, summoning dark creatures that wiped out civilization faster than any plague or drought could. Stories of such happenings had been passed down for years, eventually becoming bedtime stories and even warnings to children to be good unless they want to be snatched up by a witch.

Jisung had been the most obedient child in the whole village. But as he grew older, he grew more adventurous which lead him into very dangerous situations half the time and one of the reasons he was cursed now and making the day’s trip to the witch to see if maybe he could beg for its removal. He highly doubted it, it’s not like the villages had welcomed the witch with open arms or anything.

——

It was nightfall when Jisung finally reached the log cabin, smoke pillowing from the chimney as the light of the fire danced from the windows. It looked so welcoming and homey and for a moment, Jisung forgot about the danger that lurked inside.

Knocking on the door, he waited about 3 seconds before knocking again. Another 3 seconds found him knocking again until there was no longer a pause between the rapping a of his knuckles against the oak wood. The door swung open quickly, startling Jisung slightly, and he was greeted to the sight of a very handsome and a very disgruntled young man.

Was this the witch? No surely not. Witches were old hags with warts on their faces, stringy grey hair and a hunched back, or so he had been told. This beautiful man couldn’t possibly be the witch.

“Um, hi?” Jisung wanted to facepalm because what kind of greeting was that?! He was such an idiot, letting a pretty face startled him so much. To be fair though, not even the most beautiful women in his village could make him as speechless as this guy had.

He received no response, just the male stepping aside and motioning for him to walk in. Jisung’s mind instantly screamed ‘it’s a trap!’ and his body refused to move, which seemed to further upset the already irked witch. “Well, are you going to come in or are you going to stand there all night and kill off the rest of my plants?” He snapped and Jisung told himself to swoon later and act now before he got on the witch’s bad side. But boy was his voice just a sweet melody.

Walking inside, he turned as the door was closed, eyes locked on the witch as he moved further inside and to a table, fingers running through the orange fur of a very fat cat. “What’s your name?”

“J-Ji-“ He cleared his throat quickly. “Jisung. Han Jisung.”

“Well, Han Jisung, how exactly did you get cursed?”

Straight to the point, perfect.

“Well, I don’t really know?” The tapered off question had the witch raising a brow before a huffed chuckle left his lips.

“Of course. I’m not surprised.” The witch scoffed. Leaving the cat’s side, he walked back towards Jisung, slowly circling him and Jisung found his head whipping around to keep his eyes on the male at all times. He didn’t need a surprise ambush and knocked out of anything.

“Must have been a nasty little creature to give you this curse?” He mused loudly and sighed. “Alright, I suppose I can help, for a price.”

“P-price?” Jisung fumbled quickly to check his pockets, pulling out what little coin he carried and held it out to the other. “This is all I have. Please, I need this curse gone.” He wasn’t above begging, and if he needed to start now, then he surely would.

Eyeing the money, the witch laughed and pushed the hand away with a shake of his head. “I don’t need nor want your money.”

“I don’t understand. I don’t have anything else to offer.”

The look that crossed the witch’s face had Jisung freezing in confusion. Intense with a hint of curiosity in those unwavering pools of dark brown. Whatever it was the witch was searching for, he must have found as he broke the gaze and turned his back to Jisung.

“This way.” He lead Jisung into a back room, larger than the rest. From the ceiling and walls hung a variety of different plants and herbs, some of which Jisung could recognize and other’s he couldn’t. In the middle of the room was a large cauldron, the fire already lit beneath it and it seemed to be filled with some sort of liquid already. He hoped it was just water.

Jisung watched with great curiosity as the witch gathered different herbs and started tossing them into the bubbling liquid. Each one turned the liquid a different color - green, then red, then yellow, and then pink. And the most foul smelling scent slowly filled the room, leaving Jisung gasping for breath and regretting his choice of coming here. Maybe he could live with the curse after all?

“Don’t worry, I’m a skilled cursebreaker. You’re going to be fine.” Jisung wasn’t too reassured by that as four more herbs were tossed into the pot, all of which he recognized.

“I thought all those herbs and things that you’re putting in that pot are poison.”

“They are.” The witches hummed noncommittally. “Breaks the curse though.”

Jisung swallowed thickly. “And kill me.” He whispered.

“I never said I was a healer.” Looking up from stirring the pot, the witch gave Jisung a once over before continuing. “Do you want the curse gone or not?”

“Yes.” He replied instantly. He wanted the curse gone, he just didn’t want to die in the process.

“Then trust me.” Grabbing a vial, the witch carefully poured the concoction into it, the liquid a beautiful purple and if not for the steam rising out of it and the still horribly offending smell, Jisung might have thought it was grape juice. As it was handed to him, Jisung carefully clutched it tightly and raised it to his lips before stopping.

“Can I at least know your name before I die?” He asked. The witch chuckled and shook his head at the comment.

“Minho.”

“Bottoms up, Minho.” Jisung threw his head back and down the potion, missing the way the witch’s eyes seemed to darken at statement. Despite smelling awful, it didn’t taste horrible. There was a hint of sweetness to it that made swallowing it down easier and once the vial was empty, he handed it back to Minho. “Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me yet.” Minho hummed and placed the vial back onto a shelf. “The curse will be lifted in three days time.”

“It’s not instant?!? What kind of magic hoax is this?!” Jisung grumbled, angry that the curse wasn’t broken already.

“Magic doesn’t work like that.” Minho laughed. “Such a naive little boy.” He cooed in jest. “Now, run along back home and rest, let the potion do its job.”

“What about your payment?” Jisung asked.

“Oh don’t worry, Sunggie.” Jisung was taken aback by the nickname, though he couldn’t say he hated it. Especially not when it rolled so lovely out of Minho’s mouth. “I’ll come for my payment in three days. Now if you’ll be so kind and see yourself out, I need to clean up.”

Nodding dumbly, Jisung made a quick exit out of the room and out of the cabin. The happiness of being curse free was overridden by the curiosity of what Minho meant by coming to receive his payment. If he didn’t want money, then what else could he possibly want?

It was a question that plagued Jisung’s mind for his entire trip back home. And as dawn broke, he was no closer to figuring out the answer. In the end, all he could do was wait until he could see the beautiful witch once again.

[nonbinary-androids]

christmas gift fics - previews

You read the title of this post. You know what’s happening. What more do I have to say?

Format is:

Title, for gift-reciever (fandom) Summary

Notes: What I have to say.

Quick note before we start: The summaries on these are NOT final. Chances are that the fics themselves won’t change much, but I am a big fan of turning around and completely revamping my summaries. And now, onto sneak peeks!

to be alone with you, for @enbyboiwonder​ (macgyver) After a mission goes wrong, Mac and Jack end up snowed into a cabin in the middle of a freezing Canadian winter. To make matters worse, there’s only three days left until Christmas

Notes: My thoughts around this fic alternated rapidly between “Does it snow in California? No? Well, fuck it. Im bringing them up here. ThERE’S GOTTA BE SNOW” “Pining... jaskdjfh they’re in lOVE” and “oh my god, why are there so many words, there weren’t supposed to be this many words-”. It was still an absolute blast to write! Not quite finished yet, but I’m pretty sure there’s 2k left at max. (Although, now that I’ve said that, it’s going to go on for another 10k and consume my soul.) Also, T R O P E S.

you, me, and the state of california, for the magisterium discord (magisterium) It’s Copper Year and Aaron is doing fine, thank you very much. He’s totally chill about Call’s enormous, life-threatening secret, the stupid amounts of attention directed at them, the fact that he as nowhere to go for Christmas, and the stupid, embarrasing, overwhelming crush he has on his counterweight, of all people. Very, very chill.

At least Call offering to let him stay over at the Hunt house will solve one of of those problems, right?

Notes: There are too many people in the Magisterium discord for me to write them all fics, (which I am very sad about) so this is my way of giving everyone something!

to make one someone happy, for @imthesurvivorcatherineparr​ (good omens) This was it. This was the year that, come hell, high water, angelic intervention or the end of the goddamn world, the Rainbow Alliance of Elliot Adams High School was going to get Mr. Fell and Mr. Crowley together.

Notes: I’m sucking at actually writing this, but gosh golly do I have so many Ideas™

sister winter, for @a-small-fangirl​ (it movie) (IF YOU AREN’T MANAR, I’M SORRY FOR @’ing YOU RANDOM STRANGER!! And also to actual Manar for not knowing your URL rip) It only takes a heartbeat.

Ritchie looks at Eddie mid-laugh. It’s a real laugh, his head thrown back, mouth open wide, shoulders heaving, leaving the column of his neck exposed to Ritchie’s gaze.

The image hits him like a truck, like a revelation, like a condemnation, which it is. Eddie is laughing, and he wants to kiss him.

-

Five times Ritchie wanted to kiss Eddie and one time Eddie did.

Notes: Hi I have no idea how my characterization is on this bc I’ve never seen this movie, haven’t read the wiki page and have read one (1) fic for this pairing, but damn if I’m not doing it anyways!

little brother, for @linaseraphina13​ (magisterium) The person- boy- in question looked about six or seven years old, with light brown skin, black hair and piercing grey eyes. Alex thought Anastasia had mentioned him vaguely- he hadn’t been paying attention. His name might have started with a C; Calvin, maybe, or Cameron, or possibly even Kevin. Something like that.

“Move over,” the boy said firmly. In his hand, he clutched a book so tightly his fingers were turning white and red. Alex couldn’t make out the title from the distortion.

“Why?”

“Because,” the boy said, his voice strong. “This is my house. I live here. And now I want to read here.”

-

Call is raised by Anastasia. He meets Alex. Everything promptly goes to hell from there.

Notes: I know I didn’t ask you about the prompt for this one, but you highkey intimidate the hell out of me, and you did mention wanting to see this, so, uh you’ll be recieving it? Yay?

put your trust in me, for @gray-mark​ (magisterium) Yes, Constantine had been a little... different since Jericho’s death, but then they all had been. This was still Constantine, wasn’t it? Still the boyfriend Alastair knew and loved?

Something about the slightly crazed look in Constantine’s eyes told him differently.

OR

How Alastair got Constantine’s wristband.

Notes: As IF I’m not writing our local angst goddess angst for Christmas.

BONUS ROUND: Christmas Fics I Might/Am Writing But That Aren’t Gifts:

all i want for christmas (magisterium) Three Christmases William Rufus spent with people that he loved.

in sickness and in health (rent the musical) It was a not-so minor miracle that Angel had survived a full year. Her health deteriorated a little more every day, even with her fighting spirit and relentless optimism. Still, sitting with her was the highlight of every one of Collins’ days, for better or for worse.

Today however, she seemed as bright and beautiful as the day he’d met her, eyes twinkling even under the harsh hospital lights.

“Well now, who’s this handsome stranger?” Angel asked teasingly, pushing herself upright. He embraced her thin frame and felt her skinny arms wrap around him in return. “God, I feel like waiting for today’s taken forever.”

OR

The Schunard-Collins have a Christmas wedding.

[pantton-sandacers]

I’m in Love

~Summary: For the embodiment of emotions, Patton sure was oblivious when it came to crushes.  ~A/N: I saw a really cute post about Logicality and I HAD to write something about it. Read it on AO3 ~Ship(s): Logicality ~Rating: G Warnings: None Word Count: 888 ~Tag List: @artisticlnsomniac @insert-epic-blogger-name-here @juni-raptor @moonstonefox12 @mythicalquill  @screamingoutinrage @trashypansexual

For the embodiment of emotions, Patton sure was oblivious when it came to crushes.

He didn't understand why his face grew red when Logan was in the room, why he found himself smiling and listening intently whenever he spoke, or why he always tried to sit next to him during their movie marathons so they might fall asleep on each other.

The moment it dawned on him was during the Christmas video. He’d been smiling and singing to distract himself from his own internal conflict of his true feelings for Logan when he was suddenly pulled out of this thoughts.

Though Logan had been Rapping/Speaking his lines in the song for the most part, after switching lines with Patton he let his golden pipes be heard as he sang, “Five Crofter’s Jams,” and surprised everyone.

Patton heard the sweet sound of Logan’s singing and he stared, mouth open as his face heated. The only thing he could think was, “I’m in love.”

And that was the answer. Patton was in love with Logan.

~*~

Patton was able to keep up his happy, fatherly act until he could finally retreat to his room to cope with his true feelings.

After the video Roman went to check up on the fatherly trait, planning to invite him to a movie marathon with the others. However, he was surprised to find Patton hiding in the corner, clutching his knees inside his Christmas sweater as he sobbed.

Roman sent a quick text to Virgil, letting him know to start the marathon without them, before moving to comfort Patton.

That night they had a long talk about emotions and crushes, and Roman encouraged Patton to admit his feelings to Logan. He initially refused, but after Roman pointed out Patton had been trying to work on emotional honesty and vulnerability as of late, Patton sighed in defeat.

After that they talked about Patton’s confession; what he would say to Logan, when he would tell him, and how. Their brainstorming session lasted until they both eventually fell asleep, cuddled together on Patton’s sofa.

And that’s what led Patton here, in a short-sleeved, light blue, button-up shirt, khakis, and brown dress shoes- Roman had encouraged him to dress up ever so slightly. Behind his back, he carried a note in an envelope sealed with a puppy sticker.

When Patton walked into the kitchen Logan’s back was facing him, turned around making a pot of coffee.

Patton breathed in, then out again before speaking up, “Hey, Lo!”  

“Hello, Patton,” Logan nodded his head in acknowledgment, not taking his focus away from the coffee pot.

In for 4, hold for 7, let out for 8. Patton repeated in his mind as he attempted to calm his rapid heartbeat.

“Um,, I have something... for you, Lo.”

“Oh?” Logan turned around to face Patton, and for a split second Patton could’ve sworn he saw a small blush appear on the logical side’s face.

Patton hastily handed the letter over, “Here.”

This was it. No turning back now.

Logan nodded and opened the letter, freezing as he read the poem inside.

~*~

Hearing you sing, sound from Heaven above

Was the moment I realized, I’m in love.

You sang golden notes like no one else can

Belting the new lyrics, “Five Crofter’s Jams.”

I’ll have to admit, I was struck with awe

Your happy face, the only thing I saw.

As I gazed on with blush, my mouth ajar,

I’m certain my eyes were filled with bright stars.

You’re always so beautiful when you smile

Something that’s seen only once in a while.

Your cheekbones rise to give your face dimples

Making the corners of your eyes crinkle.

The message I am trying to convey

Is that, for you, I am indeed quite gay.

I understand if you don’t feel the same,

Still, I confess my feelings without shame.

I speak as the heart, my feelings are true

Logan Sanders, I am in love with you.

~*~

Logan stood there, reading the sonnet over and over.

Patton fidgeted nervously with his hands, waiting for an answer. He cleared his throat, catching Logan’s attention, “Um, That’s... all I wanted to give you, so,, yeah.”

He turned to leave the room, but before he could Logan called out, “Wait!”

Patton faced Logan again, a glimmer of hope in his eyes, “Yeah, Lo?”

“Um...” Logan glanced down at the note again, unsure what to say, “I like the use of iambic pentameter, you’re good and writing sonnets.”

“Oh... well, thank you,” Patton nodded, feeling his heart sink as he turned to leave the room once more.

“And...” Logan took a breath, steadying himself as Patton looked back at him, “I... I am in love with you too, Patton.”

A huge smile spread across Patton’s face, and there certainly were stars in his eyes as he blushed and asked, “Really?”

Logan nodded, his face pink.

Patton opened his arms to Logan for a hug, and Logan smiled, moving into Patton’s embrace.

~*~

The next day Logan would buy a frame for the sonnet Patton wrote, and it would hang proudly on his bedroom wall for years. After they married, it would be moved to their new bedroom together, and it would serve as a reminder to the day Patton confessed, and the day Patton fell in love with Logan.

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One touch - Kihyun

Fluff MONSTA X halloween au Word count: 3999 words ;)

Request:  I’d like to request a MONSTA X halloween au (or however you call it 👀) where you’re new in town (PLEASE CALL IT HALLOWEEN TOWN BC MEMORIES– K sorry) and all of the people living in Halloween Town are some sort of supernatural things like vampires, wolfes, witches etc. You go to a school for supernatural students (there’s only one school in halloween town) where you learn new spells and stuff and you come across those cool guys (yes I mean MONSTA X) and you get to know them and befriend them and one night you decide to go to the forest (EVEN THO YOU SHOULDN’T BC THE LEGEND SAYS THAT THE FOREST IS CURSED OR SMTH) but the stoopid kiddos you are you go into the forest and smth happens BUT YA’LL DON’T DIE and btw you fell in love with Kihyun and he likes you back hearteu hearteu PLEASE MAKE IT A LONG ASS STORY BC I CAN’T WITH THOSE 3 SENTENCES STORIES LIKE BRUH— :^(

♥ Thanks for the request @prinxessouo ♥

I don't know what happened with this one, I was in a jokester mood so excuse the wording once in a while, well untill the cheese exploded and shit went down that is :p hope you like it!

Humans and monsters alike are always searching for a place they fit in, for the monsters this has proven to be that bit more difficult. You had found this to be true first hand. You were born a human hundreds of years ago. When you were about 18 years old you became ill. At that time and age there was not a lot of knowledge about the illness going around, let alone ghost flue. You had been stalked by a ghost and became sick which fated you to become a ghost as well but your father, a vampire since after you were born, wouldn't just let you die and decided to change you as he had failed to save your mother 13 years prior. But one does not simply get rid of the ghost flue.  

You became a hybrid that many said to be impossible. A ghost and vampire isn't quite the most logical combination, so even when you tried to fit in in a town filled with monsters, you still seemed like an outcast. So, you moved yet again, this time to a rather small town of monsters. It only had a small shop centre, two schools, of which one high school, and a small park.  

It was a quiet town, had been for decades, yet when October struck the town became more livid than any other of that size. Earning them their name of Halloween Town. Or HaloTown to humans who passed through ever so often.  

As your father had dropped you of in front of the large building, you made your way through the school's dark corridors. Not that it was badly lit or anything everything was just painted in a rather dark tint, that and it was badly lit. Don't want them vamps getting UV eye.  

Anyways you got your necessities at the main desk and made your way to your first class, Creature studies, which is a slightly odd subject seeing half the creatures mentioned in class were in fact in the school but you didn't really think any further of it and just listened to the lecture.   As usual, you were stared at by all, for one because you were new and the other reason was probably because you looked slightly different from your normal vampire.   Your pale skin shone differently and your eyes were a very light grey instead of a deep red, vampires are also said to be inhumanly beautiful yet you thought you just looked undead to most.  

Word spread fast about the new girl and you were soon approached by the vamps of the school. Vampires always seemed to flock together, pun intended, and it was no secret that in every school they always went for new recruits. You had excepted the offer to join the vamp clique a few times before as they were like pops and jocks in the human towns but it never ended well so you found it best to decline.   "Fine, your loss." The girl chimed coldly and immediately turned her back on you with the other unbelievably perfect girls behind her. Their hair flowed behind them and you could still feel their aura as they left.  

You went on with your day, going through classes, not really caring about finding friends anymore as it was often waisted time. Not that you were antisocial but you couldn't find yourself to care anymore. What a pitiful everlasting existence.   You heard the booming sound of the school bell bounce through the halls signalling the end of the day and you slowly made your way to your locker.  

"Ah, I knew it. I can smell a new vampire from a mile away. And you have a rather unique scent to you at that." An unknown voice said from beside you. You close your locker to see a tall muscular vampire leaning against the locker next to yours.   "That's not creepy at all." You deadpanned.   "That's what we do sweetheart." You simply scoffed and stepped to go on your way but he blocked your path with his broad ass shoulders, looking down at you with a smirk gracing his features. Vampires were always seen as quite cool and seductive but this man right here was just over the top.   "I'm Wonho. And you are?" He said smugly.   "Not interested. Look, I'm not joining your little group of vamps, thank you, so please leave me alone."   "Believe me sweetheart, I'm not part of that little clique. Too much drama." Wonho stated simply and followed you as you yet again tried to get away from him. "But I found it interesting that YOU weren't flocking with them yet. You're quite something aren't you?"   "Is that an insult or a compliment?" You asked this time actually turning to him.   "That's what I'd like to find out." He said, honestly curious about you. You chuckled and turned towards the exit again.   "I wouldn't go out yet if I were you." He yelled from behind you.   "And why is that?" You yelled back.   "It may be October but It's still bright out." You had just reached the doors and realised he was right. It was only four in the afternoon but you didn't expect it to be this bright out.   "Come on, there's a room where we're allowed to stay until it's dark out." He motioned.  

It may be a myth that vampires burn in the sun but it did give you an immense headache and yes if you stayed in the sun for too long, your skin did react, so walking home wasn't an option. Usually your dad would pick you up but this time he had a job that wasn't all too forgiving on the hours so you had to get yourself home. You thought about what Wonho had said.  

"Don't tell me the Vamps will be there." You groaned.   "Nah, they get picked up by their drivers as soon as the bell rings." He motioned you to follow him and so you did.  

"Oh god no." You heard a low growl coming from inside upon your arrival at the door and you were just about certain that it was a werewolf.   You were sure that this room was for those who couldn't come out in the sun but no one there actually seemed to have that problem so you guessed this was Wonho's clique.   You looked around the room, not really greeting them until Wonho started introducing them all and you didn't really have a choice at that point.   "Don't mind the incredible stench that's just IM." He first said jokingly.   "Hey, watch it. You don't exactly smell like roses yourself." The brown-haired guy growled between gritted teeth. You suspicion of there being a werewolf among them now confirmed. But Wonho ignored the remark and introduced the rest of them. "This is Jooheon, he's oddly soft for a demon, the blond dude right here is Hyungwon and he's oddly scary for a fallen angel," Wonho was deffinetly a jokester, in a passive agresive way which showed that he deffinatly was a vampire yet you wondered why he wasn’t part of the clique. “Behind him is Shownu, he’s a goblin, don’t get him mad because he will burn you.” Shownu gave you a sweet smile yet it caused a shiver to run over your spine and then some “Kihyun here is … well … dead,” The pale pink haired boy just shrugged and you noticed that his eyes matched yours. “And last but not worst, we have our very own warlock, Minhyuk.” He gave you a smile and bow of the head before redirecting his attention to his notebook.  

“Now would you mind telling us who you are?” He grinned an all to wide grin as he waited for your answer.   “My name’s Y/N” You simply stated and took a seat somewhere far from the small window.   “Obvious vampire.” IM scoffed.   “Yes, yet I’ve never seen one of the likes.” Shownu stated, eyes squinted slightly and head tilted to the side as if he was studying you.   “Guys, just leave her alone, it’s here first day, she’s had enough on her plate.” Hyungwon said, not glancing up from his phone but you appreciated his words.  

You started to scroll through your phone as well but decided to listen to their conversation.   "So Forbidden Forest this year?" Wonho said with a daring tone.   "Are you sure that's a smart idea, people went missing in that forest." Hyungwon said, not really seeming like he cared all too much though.   "Yes, but they were dumb and went in on their own." Jooheon said.   "I'm in but I'm not taking responsibility if anyone disappears." Minhyuk raised his hands in fake defence.   "I'm in."   "What can go wrong."   Everyone seemed to agree and you just grew more curious.   "Y/N? You want to come?" Wonho asked. An involuntary questioning hum left you throat and you cursed yourself for being so curious.   "We're all going out to the Forbidden Forest on Halloween. You should join." Minhyuk smiled.   "Isn't there a reason why it's forbidden?" You raised an eyebrow at the men.   "Oh come on, don't be so boring. People just believe it's cursed or something, nothing big." Jooheon shrugged.   "Okay." You nodded "I'm in." You said not seeing the harm in it.  

You spent quite a bit of time with the boys after that. It was the first time in a long while that you were part of a friend group and you were happy that it was with these goofs. You had become quite close with Wonho and Jooheon and even IM wasn't too bad yet there was one who seemed to be keeping his distance. Kihyun never really talked much, he just sat there and laughed along and whenever you'd try to sit and talk to him he seemed to shy away. Many of the group weren't the most talkative but Kihyun seemed different in a way, he seemed like he shad something else in him. You just wondered what.  

Halloween came around and there were parties everywhere, but you guys had other plans of course. You met at the gate of the forest and got yourselves hyped to go in. You'd usually spend Halloween with your dad but this time he was on a business trip for a few weeks so you were actually thankful that the boys were with you.   "Just remember we need to stick together." Minhyuk said.   "No one wanders off." Shownu added.   "Let's go."  

You guys slowly made your way into the forest. You walked in between Hyungwon and Jooheon. There wasn't anything out of the ordinary going on just yet until a loud yell came from your right.   There stood Jooheon, completely petrified in fear.   "I felt something touch my leg." You looked over at the ground and saw a twig sticking out where he had just passed.  

"Oh my Jesus! What a demon you are." You practically yelled at him as he had startled you as well. "It was just a twig calm down."  

You walked further and further into the forest and there found a tomb.   "Are you guys sure you want to go in there?" Kihyun said questionably.   "Oh come on, what's the worst that could happen?" Wonho went in first followed by everyone else, Minhyuk quietly mumbling all the things that could actually happen not really taking away your nerves.  

It was basically graves, one by one, and they all had a name and a sin engraved into them.   "These people aren't really dead, are they?" You wondered as the coffins were tightly locked and even seemed welded shut. "What is this place?"  

'Deadlock pass.' Shownu read from the tombstone in the back of large passageway.  

'The home to the most terrible sinners. Their bodies burned into their coffins. Their spirits locked inside these woods as they are cursed to never leave their terrible deeds until death grants them their final freedom.'  

A hard thud immitted from one of the coffins catching everyone's attention towards it until the others started to shake with it. "We need to go!" Shownu yelled and you grabbed the hand of the one closest to you storming out of the tomb, when everyone got out Wonho and Shownu slammed the heavy door shut as quickly as possible. Everyone let out a heavy breath and you let go of Kihyun's hand that you had grabbed before, as he was staring at you with eyes widened in pure shock.   "Are you okay?" You asked in concern. But he didn't answer, he just looked at his hand with that same shocked expression before looking back at you. He slowly lifted his hand up to your face, only a millimetre from touching. "What are you …?" He brushed your cheek ever so lightly and a wide grin appeared on his face as he pulled away. You looked around you at the others and they looked just as shocked but it still didn't down to you what was going on.  

"He's a ghost Y/N, he can't touch, well, anyone" Jooheon explained as he saw your confusion.   "Except for ghosts but there aren't a lot of those anymore." Minhyuk clarified.   "Yes, but Y/N isn't exactly a ghost now is she?" Hyungwon deadpanned.   "Maybe they're soulmates." Wonho winked earning a slap from IM "That only really works for werewolves you idiot."  

"Well, I had the ghostflu when I was little, that's why my dad turned me." You stated matter of faculty, explaining the matter as best you could to yourself as well.   "Come one let's get out of here." IM said and everyone started walking.  

Kihyun couldn't help himself and took your hand in his, for the first time in a long while actually able to touch someone. You two were the last to exit the gate but you had run into some difficulty. Or an invisible wall. No matter how hard the two of you tried, you couldn't get trough.   "Guys! We can't get out!" Kihyun yelled  

“What?” IM said in shock. “How?” “I don’t know we’re just stuck.” You said in light panic and Kihyun grabbed your hand again, this time to comfort you. “How can you just be stuck?” Wonho questioned in slight anger at the situation “There must be a spell to keep the spirits in. And seeing as they’re both ghosts, well partly in Y/N’s case, they’re locked in as well. “What kind of stupid spell keeps ghosts in but not out!?” Jooheon yelled. “I don’t know just get help or something!” Kihyun yelled in response and all of them ran off to wherever seemed most logical.

Both you and Kihyun let out a deep sigh and looked at each other. He led you to sit against the wall of gate and you just sat in silence for a moment. “Is that why you never really talked to me? Were you scared to get close and then not even being able to touch me?” You let your thoughts go out loud. You had wondered ever since you met him and now had found a slightly possible answer. “In a way.” Kihyun answered vaguely. “Even now you barely talk.” You chuckled. “Do you really want to know?” He asked with a chuckle of his own and you nodded at him. You looked so calm, a light smile painting your features and your head leaned back against the hard brick behind you, but you seemed at peace. He enjoyed the view for a second before speaking up. His voice light like a feather. “I like you.” He smiled. “That’s why I didn’t talk to you. Because I was scared that my feeling would grow stronger and I couldn’t even hold your hand.” Your smile grew wider and you leaned closer to him, but a yell of your name called you back to the gate.

“The mayor said that you’ll be able to get out automatically at noon tomorrow.” Minhyuk said as he saw the both of you, grinning at the piece of information he had acquired. “Noon?” Both you and Wonho said in unison and this is when it clicked for everyone.

The sun.

The mayor had made his way to the gate in the morning, he was a powerful warlock and with a single spell kept anyone else from entering the forest for now as it was dangerous to anger the spirits on the first of November. The Boys had tried to find a way to help them but they were left to waiting until noon, throwing anything that could help shield you from the sun tough the barrier.

The sun started to rise above the trees and it started to ache more and more until the pain became unbearable and you screamed out in pain, Kihyun hopelessly sitting next to you.

He tried shielding you with his body but the light just shone straight through him, the trees not providing much shade. Kihyun started piling you with blankets as no one in this town had thought of buying a god forsaken umbrella and holding it up for shade didn’t help either, and it slightly started to sooth the pain, but the heat was still smothering as the blankets just made that aspect worse. “We need to get you out of here.” Kihyun said, barely visible with the light, as a tear escaped. You completely calmed under the blanket and he noticed you had fainted because of the heat. Finally he heard the clocktower signal it was twelve and he picked you up practically running to your house as the other boys followed behind.

After a few hours most of the boys had left but Kihyun stayed by your side. All wounds had healed, and your cold skin was back to normal but you still hadn’t woken up. He did anything to pass time, running his fingertips over your hands, arms and cheeks ever so often to see if you’d wake up.

Finally your eyes fluttered open and you just smiled up at him in the dark room and he smiled back at you with a loving grin. “You had me worried there.” He said, voice soft as always. “I’m ah vampire ghost, it’s hard for me to die again.” You chuckled and pulled him down into bed with you, practically forcing him to cuddle you. “I love you.” He whispered as he held you close.

You finally had the feeling that you were truly close to him, the feeling of home, the feeling of love, and you could wholeheartedly say “I love you too."

♥ Thanks for the reading ♥

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