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chewiedon · 4 years ago

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HOME | SHINAZUGAWA S.

im still trying to find a consistent layout, I’m still working on requests from wattpad and Tumblr, but there's good shit on the way so stay tuned >:) ALSO TYSM FOR ALL THE SUPPORT!!

request: “(y/n) is really close to sanemi, and during a hashira get together he gets drunk and in a fight with giyuu. (y/n) breaks up the fight and calms sanemi down, shinobu teases her the next morning.”

“Waa! Drinks for everyone, it’s all on me!” The sound hashira’s voice was booming throughout the bar, following a very loud laugh and cheering from his intoxicated coworkers.

“My! Do you even have enough money, Uzui?” A sweet voice piped up once the clamoring had died down, an empty smile on her face.

“Obviously I do, Kocho darling you doubt me too much!” The large man had insisted, his smile turning into a playful scowl as he slapped her on the back.

She let off a small “Oof,” before giving up.

Another sweet voice had been heard, “Speaking of darling, where is (Y/N)? I was so sure she’d be here, she was so excited about this get together too,” She put a finger to her chin in some kind of ponder.

“What the fuck do you mean (Y/N) isn’t here? Speak the fuck up Kanroji!” A much rougher voice interrupted the atmosphere, the Wind Hashira wore a viscous scowl across his face. His aggression seemed to have risen with the amount of alcohol in his body.

“I saw her when we got here, but I don’t think I’ve seen her since,” The water hashira, Giyuu had commented, making Sanemi’s blood boil even more.

“The fuck you watching (Y/N) for? She can take care of herself just damn fine without your fucking help, you’re useless be your damn self anyways!” His body looked as if he was on fire, the unnecessary aggression only seemed to rise more and more.

With a click of his tongue, Sanemi sat back down and continued to sip the beverage that he had as the ruckus continued around him. (Y/N) was the only person in the entire Demon Slayer Corps, maybe the population of humanity itself he trusted. She was a beauty no doubt, but that wasn’t what captured the hothead’s eyes. It might’ve been her soft voice or the way her hands would run through his hair, but he couldn’t seem to get enough of the girl. The only thing that got in the way of him embracing those feelings was his wall of pride, and his past experiences with other people. He couldn’t rely on anybody, he refused to rely on (Y/N) too, but he promised to enjoy her company as long as he could. Until God took her away from him. An entire hour passed, and things began to get quieter. And a certain man’s fuse only became shorter and shorter.

Chatter was around the table, but one particular sentence sent him ablaze, “Hey, you don’t think some nasty people got a hold of (Y/N), right? That would be really bad,” A snap could almost be heard from the way Sanemi’s fist almost crushed the lip of the low table they sat at.

“Keep her name of your filthy fucking mouths! Who do you guys think you are, talking about her like she’s some kind of object?!” He didn’t stand up, but he slammed his hand on to the table, voice booming throughout the entire place. The fact that Giyuu piped up next didn’t calm his intense rage.

“Nobody said she was an object, we just hoped she didn’t have a bad run in with anybody.” He said, brows furrowed at the aggression that was directed towards him.

A smirk contorted on to Sanemi’s face, his cheeks glowing with red. “You seem real confident today, Tomioka. Are you trying to start something?” His words were slurred, but not too much it wasn’t able to understand.

Giyuu’s patience and tolerance was running short, but he managed to control his anger, “Nobody wants to fight you, small dogs shouldn’t yap so loud.”

That last comment completely changed the table, literally. Giyuu’s face was smashed into the wooden low table by Sanemi, leaving the table's center in bits and pieces. Everyone around them were dead silent, nobody even bothered lifting a finger to say anything.

“The fuck did you say? Say it again, I dare you,” Sanemi’s ego was through the sky.

Giyuu raised himself from where his face was busted into the table, a trail of blood coming out of his nose. He stood up, positioning himself on his shaky legs.

“I said,” He started, “Small dogs shouldn’t yap so loud.”

From a logical standpoint, Giyuu’s comment didn’t make any sense. Sanemi was one of the tallest people in the room, taller than Giyuu. However, both of these men were emotional and intoxicated as shit. So the things they say don’t make sense, and they don’t have to. Sanemi’s fist was thrown into the air, but it didn’t even reach the man he wanted to hit. Giyuu took the opportunity to strike the hothead right in the stomach, making him stagger backwards while his insides began to tremble. A drunken crowd around them cheered and egged the two on.

“What the hell is going on?” A feminine voice sounded throughout the room, both men ignored it. The light chatter that filled the room seemed to outrule her voice.

Uzui tensed up, “Oh, (Y/N) where have you been-”

“Shut your trap,” Her voice was harsh, which was something rare.

Sanemi stood up quick, his stun pushed aside as he made way to tackle Giyuu entirely. His blood boiled with rage, but his entire body seemed to be stopped midair as soon as a certain girl came into view. He tripped over himself entirely, his nose at (Y/N)’s feet.

“(Y/N)!” Giyuu exclaimed, Sanemi was left completely speechless as he peered up at her form.

She put her hands on her hips while turning towards the ravenette with fierce ice behind her gaze, “You out of all people, were the least person I’d expect to act so childish. Last time I checked you weren’t a hormonal teenager, please act your age,” Her voice was chilling.

All of the chatter among the restaurant ceased completely, all eyes were on the trio. (Y/N)’s gaze then drifted to the man that laid at the bottom of her feet, Sanemi sat upwards while his face was flushed with embarrassment. He embarrassed himself in front of a whole crowd of people, not to mention he embarrassed himself in front of her. Sanemi did nothing but admire (Y/N), you could almost hear his pride swan diving off a cliff. She did nothing but gaze softly at the poor man and headed outside.

“Someone clean this shit up,” Her chilling voice froze the room up before she officially exited.

The sound of the front door slamming made everyone flinch, before most of the bystanders started continuing as they usually did. The waitresses had helped the hashira’s cleaned, while Sanemi remained in the same position on the floor. Should he try to defend himself, or should he let it be? He’s drunk, so that’s a reasonable excuse, right? The snow haired man managed on his feet, running outside with adrenaline coursing through his body while he was completely driven by impulse. And it all pulled to her. (Y/N). The only name that was going through his head, her figure was visible as it walked into the street.

“(Y/N)!” He yelled, but what was he supposed to say? How was he supposed to ‘redeem himself’ in front of the person he admired the most?

She let out a small hum, signalling that he had her attention. “Can we talk (Y/N)? Please,” Sanemi’s voice was higher than normal, as if it was cracked and hoarse.

Why was he so stressed in the first place? His head began to pound as his stomach twisted at all the sudden movement. The contents of his stomach spilled onto the street, soft grunts came from him as he vomited his lunch. He spent the next few moments hung over his knees, panting like hell. (Y/N) had put a hand on his back.

“Are you okay? I’m sorry if I seemed a little scary back there, I lost my cool,” As soon as their gazes had met, the same warm feeling flooded inside the hot head’s chest. His eyes felt glossy.

“Beautiful,” He muttered, reaching out to touch the girl’s cheek, “You’re so beautiful.”

It might’ve been that alcohol still flowing within his veins, but he’ll never forget the feeling he felt with her that night, that nostalgic feeling he hasn’t felt since his family died. The feeling of home.

The rest of that night was a blur, but (Y/N) had spent the next day at the Butterfly Estate, laughing at all the hashira’s who were cursed with nasty hangover’s. Shinobu almost joined in on the fun, making fun of Giyuu for getting in a fight despite him hardly remembering it.

“I got in a fight?” Giyuu said, pointing to himself in disbelief.

“Yes, and (Y/N) had to tame the Shinazugawa beast and save you, she’s the reason you don’t have a broken nose you know,” Shinobu said matter of factly.

“Why are you saying that as if I’m some fantasy heroine? All I did was shit talk him and lure Sanemi outside,” (Y/N) stated, her cheeks beginning to heat up at the mention of the occasion.

“Yeah, and what happened after that?” Shinobu asked, innocently teasing her.

“Nothing!”

#demon slayer x reader #demon slayer angst #demon slayer #x reader #kny x reader #kny #anime x reader #reader insert #kimetsu no yaiba sanemi #sanemi x reader #demon slayer sanemi #shinaguzawa sanemi #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #these tags are getting out of hand

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nightowlfandom · 4 years ago

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Anime! Fictional! BTS x Real World! Reader- Welcome To My World~ Episode 1

HEY HEY! IM SO EXCITE! Btw who here plays BTS World? This is very loosely based off that.

I need to download it again tbh.

CHECKOUT MY MASTERLIST HERE!

Leggo!

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What does it mean to escape? To get away. If it means leaving behind all you know, all you’ve been raised to know, all you’ve been led to believe, with just yourself and the clothes on your back. Scary, but thrilling. Terrifying, but inviting. Unbelievable, but definitely possible....

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On a early Tuesday morning where the sun was barely grazing the orange sky, you sat by your windowsill. You were dreamily staring out into the halo that was a mixture of red and orange. The halo of greyish clouds matched your mood to a complete tee. The aesthetic beauty of nature wasn’t enough to make you smile or even blink twice, however. It was always like this though. Yet something about this scene made you go sour.

Releasing a sigh, you stepped away from the window, shutting the curtains. Another day, the same thing. All you could do was attempt to power through.

As you lazily pulled your shirt over your head, you had managed to dodge that annoying dog. The little brat wasn’t even yours, but your oh-so loving step-sister’s. He always had a affinity for making your room a hot mess. Only yours in particular.

“Get out of here you little-.” you chased the dog out of your room, slamming your door as it scurried off. “What did you screw up this time?” you curiously scanned the room. Everytime that little fluffy beast rammed his little head into your personal space, something would end up broken, ripped, shattered, or completely destroyed beyond repair.

You almost screamed when you saw a familiar book cover on the floor. You instantly dropped to your knees, praying to yourself that it wasn’t true. The cover had a pretty violent looking rip along with the first few pages.

Your absolute reason for waking up in the morning was tarnished. A signed cover of BTS Universe Issue #1. Probably your one and only favorite series on planet Earth. You gingerly picked up the book, trying to inspect it with hopes that the damage was minimal. As little as this was, you almost felt like crying. However there was no time, you needed to tape up the pages and fast! Who cares if you missed breakfast.

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“Morning Y/N!” Your step-dad greeted you in the kitchen. “You were upstairs an awful long time, I was about to send your mother to see if you were still up playing that game of yours!” he smiled warmly.

“Thanks Mr. Chai.” you replied politely. “I’m sorry I’m so late.”

“You know...Y/N...you could call me Dad.” he set a plate down on the table. “I know I’m not your father, but I want to be the best father-figure for you because I know...you haven’t really had that.”

You had to stop yourself from saying anything else. You haven’t had the best parental relationship, and your new step-dad really was trying. Maybe it was just his daughter that drove you nuts.

“Thank you.” you replied, smiling. “...Dad.” you winked, making finger guns. “Geez! You made a lot of food for just the four of us”

“ Well you ain’t see muffin, yet!” he winked. “You and Nari have a busy day today. She auditioning and you, my friend....well I don’t know exactly what you have planned for the day.”

“I’ll tell you if we can skip the food related puns.” you sat down at the table. It was a rule that everyone waited for everyone else. Even though you had taken the extra time to repair your copy of BTS Universe, you had seemed to be the first person down the stairs. In all honesty, you were just going to hang out at the comic store until Nari called to tell you she was done.

“Hey now, Donut kill my vibe!” he continued, laughing. “I have a million more of these, come on. Don’t go bacon my heart, Y/N.”

“Good job Y/N, you’ve gotten him started.” You mom came down the stairs in her little blazer and pencil skirt. “Whatever will we do now.”

“He did it himself, the guy’s an animal! You married a wild child, mom.” you joked. “He might just be a serial killer.”

“Don’t you mean...cereal killer?” he held up a box of Raisin Bran to make his point. You could only shake your head as your mother and step-father laughed together. Food related humor so early in the morning had to mean today wasn’t going to be a horrible as it started, at least for you.

“WHERE ARE MY THIGH HIGH BOOTS!” you heard a screech from upstairs. “THEY BETTER NOT BE IN YOUR ROOM, Y/N!”

“...WHY WOULD I WANT TO WEAR YOUR SHOES!” you yelled back after taking in a deep breath. “NARI, IF I WANTED TO BREAK MY ANKLES, I’D HAUL MYSELF DOWN THE STAIRS.”

“When will you two get along?” your mom shook her head. “It’s been three years.”

“We don’t not get along.” You shook your head. “Not my fault she’s difficult.”

“I can think of a few times you’ve been difficult yourself, young lady.” you mother pointed a stern finger at you. “Like when you locked yourself in the room to read that silly cartoon of yours.”

“It’s not silly.” you defended yourself.

“Oh come on!” Nari’s voice voice could be heard alongside some loud footsteps. “I think it’s cute to be honest. Y/N here actually has a hobby besides stalking celebrities online.”

“Shut up, Nari.” you grumbled. “And keep your dog out of my room! He ruined my signed copy of BTS Universe!”

“Dorie got out again?” she seethed, looking annoyed. “I really have to put a bell on that dog.”

“Yeah.” you sighed, you bummed mood returning. Everyone knew just how much you loved that edition. You kept in in a super special display case, you cleaned the case every week, you kept your other issues on their own bookshelf along with your figurine and digital visual novel editions of the series. You were even on the buyer’s list for the special early anime release. You LOVED this series. Not even Nari dared to disrespect something as important as that, and she loved getting under your skin.

“I’m sure you’ll be able to find another one.” your mother set down a bowl of cereal in front of you along with a muffin. “Now eat, you have a big day today.”

“Yes mam.” you replied, helping yourself to some cereal.

“If you want, you can take a muffin or bagel with you.” your step dad said.

“Dad! I can’t, I have to be super focused remember? Breakfast will just slow me down!” Nari scoffed.

“Not having breakfast will make it even worse, dummy. Dude, you’re gonna pass out on stage.” you threw a tiny cereal piece at her. “Eat something.”

“I’ll eat later, I just have my eye on the prize and nothing is going to stop me.” Nari stood up determined.

“Will you at least eat some toast, crazy girl.” your mother said. “Y/N’s right, you need to at least have eaten something to calm your nerves. Y/N make sure Nari eats something before you two go your separate ways.”

“I’ll try, no promise.” you shrugged. “Nari, if you’re done, then get your stuff and let’s go.” You promptly finished your cereal and went to go back upstairs. “You got ten minutes.”

“What’s her deal?” you could hear Nari ask, followed by an sudden whispering of your mom stating exactly what she thought was wrong with you. Your bet was on ‘everything’.

You walked back into your room, grabbing your purse from your desk. You eyed your taped up issue of BTS Universe #1. There was no way you were going to find another issue like that, and that damned dog just treated it like a loved toy. You grabbed your phone and shoved it into your purse. You went over to where the issue was and placed it on your desk.

“NARI LET’S GO!” you shut the bedroom door behind you as you walked out the room.

...

You sped to a stop outside the building. Nari was shaking in her shoes. She seemed hesitant to even open the door.

“Call me when you’re finished so I can pick you up.” you said, getting ready to unlock the doors.

“You’re leaving me!?” Nari looked like she was about to explode.

“Hello?! It’s idol trainees only?” you raised an eyebrow. “I can’t go in there with you. Nari what’s the problem?”

“...Um...I’m nervous alright! I’m giving up almost everything and if I don’t get chosen...I’ll just prove my dad right. I need this.” she stared down at her hands. “I’m not used to being a reject. I don’t know how you-”

“You wanna leave here with two working legs, I suggest you don’t finished that sentence.” you cut her off. “I’m not a reject.”

“That’s not what I was gonna say. I’m saying I don’t know how you deal with nerves like this.” she looked like she was gonna pass out.

“...You just do.” you nudged her shoulder. “You just go for it and hope. Go for it.”

“...Okay, I’ll try.” she opened the door. “...Thank you.” she stood up. “I’ll call you when I’m all set.” she shut the door.

“I’ll literally be at the store around the corner.” you replied before driving off. You watched in the rear view as she took her sweet time going into the building.

...(Later on)

You trudged behind Nari as she ran through the door. She seemed happy, so that must have meant the audition went well.

“I’m gonna take a nap.” you called to your mom and step-dad. “See you guys at dinner!”

You didn’t wait for them to reply before you closed the door. As you walked over to your bed, you noticed a disc laying on your bed. Just a random DVD. The closer you got, the font on the front got clearer.

“BTS World?” It didn’t look familiar in the slightest. “It’s called BTS Universe, Nice try Nari.” you wrote it off as a stupid prank by your oh-so-loving Step-Sister. It was only then you realized Nari was with you all day.

You took another look at it, gently taking it in your hands. It looked like it was glowing.

Call it curiosity, but you needed to know.

Your laptop was sitting at the edge of the bed, so you put the disc in.

“State your name.” a voice came out of nowhere.

“What?” you looked around in shock. The voice sounded like it came from right behind you.

“Please state your name.” the female robotic voice repeated.

“Y/N.”

“Are you sure that you want Y/N as your name?”

“Um Yes?” you raised an eyebrow. You still didn’t know what the fuck was going on.

“Would you like to start a new game? You don’t appear to have any saved filed under the name Y/N.”

Maybe you were sleepier than you thought, but you ran with it. “Yes.”

“Starting new game....now”

Your screen began glowing a bright blue, a vivid, saturated blue. It was like your screen had turned into a flashlight.

“What the fu-” you suddenly stared at your hands, the very tips of your fingers turned pixelated. “MOM!!!” You tried to scream, only to have it come out in the form on an echo. You felt your feet leave the ground as tiny little pixels moved towards your computer. You could see the color draining from your walls, leaving everything white. It was like an earthquake ran through your room...only through your room.

Then...everything went dark.

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(Why hello there...LET US PREPARE. I’m gonna go through with it this time, I swear on my bacon! The guys are coming next chappie!)

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ohmygillygoshoppler · 4 years ago

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A little snippet of a larger story im working on for my homies on discord. One of our prompts for this month gave me a little bit of inspiration, so I just started writing.

This takes place during the scene where all of the kids get together and play a good wholesome game of hide-and-seek. :)

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"1... 2... 3... 4..."

The brotherhood boys and the X-kids all made a run for it as Callista started counting. A game of hide-and-seek, from the Brotherhood Boarding House, to Xavier's institute. About a mile walk, fifteen or twenty minutes away. The objective is for everyone from their respective teams to make it to the institute without getting caught. If Callie caught you, you were out. The team with the most members left would be the victors. The Brotherhood boys were all more than eager to play a scary game, but it was Xavier's bunch that needed some convincing.

So Dominik, Pietro, Fred, Tabitha, and Todd faced off against Scott, Evan, Kitty, Kurt and Jean. Callie was it. It was almost 10 o'clock at night. The perfect conditions for hide-and-seek.

Todd didn't pay much attention to where his boys had run off to, but he noticed Kitty and Dominik making a run for the school together. Toad was thankful he had decided to take the long way home from school today, otherwise he wouldn't have found- the perfect hiding spot.

Todd bounded over the fence and landed in an overgrown backyard with a filthy swimming pool turned green from disuse. It was haphazardly covered with a blue tarp covered in rotting leaves. He spotted it earlier when he, Cal and Kurt rode down to their favorite food hangout. This was a pretty snobbish neighborhood, but he could already tell that nobody had been there for a few weeks. He'd be safe here.

This is not my idea of a good fun game of hide-and-seek, Todd thought to himself as he slipped his shirt off and slinked into the pool. Callie not only moved where she wasn't supposed to, while they weren't looking, but was coming for them specifically. It was almost a nightmare scenario. He wondered where the others decided to hide.

Todd was trapped in a single spot, the filthy pool in someone's abandoned summer house. He gulped down a deep breath and submerged, the bottom of this pool covered in algae; thick, slimy and slick to the touch. The shapes and shadows of things up above darkened the spot in the pool where he was hiding, but there was no way she'd guess he was in there; nobody really had any idea.

He couldn't breathe underwater, but he could hold his breath for a long time. When he first discovered he was pretty good at staying under, he tracked his time on a stopwatch, but he hasn't been to the lake in a while. His longest time was about twelve minutes. He wondered if she would hear hi if he came if for air? The thought frightened him.

Dominik initiated this horrifying game, and now they all had to survive it. A lot of variables affected his way of making it through this, but one thing was for sure, he was loud when he was trying to be quiet. It's kind of flipping the switch of hide and seek. In addition to listening out for the once again minuscule sounds that allude to the nearby mutant, he had to do tasks like coming up for air- the least noisiest task- and keep the tarp on the pool from falling inside. Those sounds attracted her and made it more difficult to hear the sounds he was looking for underwater, and even worse, there was no real way to get out. She would hear him running around squishing with water. He suddenly regret his decision in its entirety.

At least the quiet gave him some time to think. He thought about the first thing that came into his mind; what he was up against.

Callista's mutation capitalized on a broad discomfort with things that fell into the uncanny valley; things that are too humanoid to be something fake, but moved to spastically or mechanically for something to pass as living. Similar to how she fits into the visual uncanny valley, the sounds she makes fit into the audio uncanny valley, where they're definitely closer to language than any other sound in her Library of Noises, but they're too distorted for anyone to recognize who made the words or what they mean. She dabbled in both unfortunate arts. She litters these sounds throughout the entirety of the space she controls, from quick flickering hallucinations to phone rings that sound a little too much like a real phone. Her laughter also counted as a vaguely vocal sound, as it sounded like a demented version of a child laughing.

These are some of the ways Callista flavored her games to make less complex scenarios more stressful. Todd had a sinking feeling that this was only the tip of the iceberg when it came to her scary games. Perhaps this was Callista's way of establishing herself as the Top Dog.

But since this was a game, there was a condition; something had to be sacrificed to allow them the chance to think under pressure and win the game. At least she gave them all a fighting chance, telling them all he needed to know about visual signals and audio clues.

"Don't stop. Don't make any noise. Don't let me catch you." He remembered that warning as he peered up at the water's surface. He thought he heard something.

While it was never silent out here, it was remarkably more quiet the rest of the house. There's a dog somewhere, and it's howling. There's some car horns blaring in the distance, and the sound he was told to listen for: clicking.

Yes, if he heard clicking when checking the area, he was to hide to stop her from getting him right there. But her clicks were quiet. The sound that indicated she was in the area rose only a little above the ambient noise of the space, and so he had to parce sounds very carefully. His ear was searching for small differences in volume, which made any change in volume even more intense. That's only when he was checking above the water. In other parts of the yard, there were other subtle sounds. Focusing on such minuscule sounds was stressful, scary even.

A loud noise and a dark shape moved up above him, frightening him. Todd was just about to peek his head up and take a look outside, but now he wasn't budging. Was it her? He slid out from the shadows to get a better look, but it was still too dark to see.

The amphibious mutant blinked, squinting real close before a wave of relief washed over him. He recognized the silhouette: It was Kurt. He couldn't help but stifle a snicker as he watched the other mutant frantically search the yard for a place to hide.

Todd slowly ascended, barely peeking his head out of the water, hiding under the tarp. Despite his movement, the water remained mostly placid. Kurt was fussing with the patio umbrella, trying to get it to open for him so he could hide inside. Todd just watched him silently.

Kurt was wrapping himself around the umbrella's pole when he caught a glimpse of something staring at him from the pool, and for a split second, he thought he was going to have a heart attack. Todd just gently shook his head, pressing a green finger to his lips.

Kurt was going to kick himself for almost getting scared by Todd Tolansky. He knew though that if he made too much noise, he and Todd would both be caught. So he just gave his frog friend a thumbs-up and stuffed himself inside of the umbrella, carefully closing it shut.

#snippet #x-men evolution fic #omg #bruh #this is fun!#the brotherhood of loveable mutant idiots #callista villanueva

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thewritingstar · 4 years ago

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Holding You Close

Im so excited to show my piece for the Fairy Tail Reverse Big Bang 2020!! It was hosted by @ftguildevents My amazing partner @lissy-doodly drew this piece which inspired my fic!! I had a lot of fun and its cool seeing all of the art and pics being made! Enjoy!!

Pairing: Lucy x Juvia

Juvia had thought it was a good idea at the beginning. Lucy had suggested a movie night after a very long week’s worth of missions. And Juvia was thankful that she did. Although she loved going on quests with Gajeel, sometimes she needed a well deserved break. After getting stuck in a magical void, being burned with steam and even being covered in a slime mages goop, all she wanted to do now was crash on the couch with her girlfriend and hold her close.

Even Lucy herself didn’t have the easiest week either. Erza had dragged her on some long mission that resulted in the celestial mage being sore in every place and a long lecture from spirits about her over use of magic. Not to mention a sparring match with Natsu that left both of their heads spinning and seeing stars.

The moment Juvia’s train had stopped at the station, she wasted no time getting to Lucy’s apartment. The water mage didn’t bother to stop at Fairy Hills and would rather see Lucy sooner than later.

Three fast knocks sounded on the apartment doors and in a flash the door opened to reveal Lucy standing in her fuzzy pink pjs even though it was just approaching dinner time. Juvia had assumed that she had gotten home early that morning and couldn’t be bothered to change into other clothes, and she couldn’t blame her.

“Lucy-sama!” Juvia said as she took the blonde by storm and hugged her dearly, feeling the others arms come around her soundly. She always loved to hug her. It was a feeling of certainty and comfort that made her heart beat a million miles a minute and she wouldn’t give it up for anything.

“Hey babe.” Lucy said and Juvia could sense the smile on her lips. She wasted no time leaning forehead and capturing Juvia’s lips softly.

Juvia’s tense shoulders relaxed and for a moment she felt like she could breath and take it easy. She placed a hand on Lucy’s cheek, deepening the kiss before pulling away and peaking her cheek softly.

“I missed you.” Lucy whispered as she nuzzled her nose against hers.

“Juvia missed you more.”

“Come on, it's cold outside.” Lucy smiled before grabbing her hand and picked up her bag.

The moment they stepped into her house, the smell of homemade pizza filled the air making Juvia’s mouth water. It reminded her of a small village they had traveled to on a mission, where they shared their first date at a small pizzeria. Juvia smiled at the memory of how Lucy had confessed her feelings and she wasted no time pulling her into a long awaited kiss.

Juvia shook her head and pulled away from her thoughts. “Lucy-sama, that smells divine!”

A small blush instantly blossomed to Lucy's face. “Thank you. You can go upstairs and take a shower and by the time you're done, dinner should be ready and then we can start the movie.”

“Sounds good to me.” Juvia said as she gave her girlfriend another peak on the cheek and found her way upstairs.

The water mage came back down stairs, now in her own blue pjs that had a cute little heart on the front. She smelled of freshly scrubbed lavender and vanilla and appreciated Lucy’s assortment of lotions and scrubs.

Lucy was still in the kitchen, oven mitts on and pulling out the small wooden boards that held the pizza.

“How was your mission?” Lucy asked.

“Juvia had a good time, some rough patches but overall, Gajeel and I succeeded.”

Lucy laughed. “Of course you did, you’re a Fairy Tail wizard! At least you came back in one piece. I was certain Aquarius was going to scold me into next year from using up too much magic.” She rubbed the back of her neck as Juvia giggled.

“I’m sure it was fine. You never back down from a fight so they should be used to that.” Juvia said as she looked outside and noticed a few droplets of rain coming down. “Oh, Juvia didn’t know it was going to rain.”

“You know they say there's supposed to be a thunderstorm.” Lucy said as she took out a cutter and sliced the pizzas.

Juvia grabbed some sliced fruit from the fridge. “Oh. Well I’m sure it won’t be too bad.” She looked to see Lucy frowning slightly. A small smile came to her lips as she hugged the blonde from behind. “Hey, it's going to be okay my love. I’m here to protect you.” She kissed just under her ear.

Lucy turned and angled her head to kiss her softly. “I know.” She smiled even though she dreaded thunderstorms. Ever since she was little, the dark clouds above that echoed with a loud bang, had startled her and she hated how she never grew out of her childhood fear.

“Why don’t you choose the movie, love?” Juvia said as she brought the plates over to the couch. “Anything you want.”

“Anything?” Lucy quipped and Juvia narrowed her eyes at her.

“Yes.” She said with uncertainty. It was as if a lightbulb sprang into Lucy’s head as she came over to the couch and put all the food down. A blanket was pulled from the armchair and soon the pair sat on the couch.

They started with a comedy movie as they ate. Giggles and random bursts of laughing filled the apartment as the plates laid empty on the coffee table. The credits rolled and Juvia hid her yawn as Lucy got up to change the disk.

“Another?” Lucy asked even as she selected the next film and Juvia shrugged as the blonde joined her back under the blanket. “Have I ever told you that I love you?” Lucy asked and Juvia met her eyes.

“Many times, yes. And I also love you.” Juvia smiled back but something about the way Lucy was looking at her, put her on edge. “Lucy?” She narrowed her eyes at her but the blonde only kissed the pout on her lips before quickly returning her attention to the screen.

“Such a tease.” Juvia whispered before leaning against her.

The opening scene started to play and Juvia’s eyes widened at the title.

“The killer mage?” She read and stared at Lucy. “A horror movie?” Juvia gasped.

“You said I could pick.” Lucy shrugged.

Usually the water mage never minded what Lucy picked, always enjoying her company, that would usually end up with one pressed against the other and soft kisses.

However, the water mage was not a fan of scary movies. She was known to have a killer stare and maybe she had been a part of Phantom Lord, but other than that, scary movies were a no go. No, Juvia preferred the happy endings and fluffy romance, not the blood and gore.

The past few movie nights, Lucy had been asking for something from the horror genre. Each time the thought of playing it would make Juvia's spine tingle and she would respectively decline. But even Lucy deserved to have her pick.

“Ready?” Lucy asked in a cheerful voice. Juvia only nodded as the play button was pressed and Lucy leaned back before throwing her arm around her shoulders.

Juvia hummed as she watched the movie play. She was a badass wizard who has faced harsh situations many times. She had been turned into a constellation, chained in a battle to the death with a friend and has even felt the chill of death in her system. She could handle a silly little movie. It was all fake anyways. Fake blood and props. The plot could even be considered boring.

At first the movie started with the happy plot. A couple of friends had been at a party on Halloween and decided to take up the dare to visit the so-called “haunted house” that was at the edge of the town. One character ranted about how an evil mage who killed those who didn’t possess magic lived there and another person just rolled their eyes and said they were being weak.

Another boring scene rolled on and Juvia was wondering if this could even be considered horror. But then they got to the house. The music shifted and by the time they walked through the door, a creepy doll was shown and Juvia’s stomach twisted.

Her eyes widened as she watched the main characters walk through the haunted house. The music turned mysterious and dark as the light to the lantern was blown out. A small gasp escaped the water mage's lips and she felt the arm around her pull her closer, a signal to let her know that Lucy was there.

“It’s okay.” She heard Lucy whisper. Juvia nodded before taking a breath and relaxing. Lucy’s fingers danced on her arm in a soothing way as a blanket was pulled on to them. “We can turn it off-”

“NO!” Juvia said quickly. She adjusted the blanket and leaned against Lucy, her head on her shoulder. “Juvia is fine, let’s keep watching.”

A small laugh came from Lucy as she kissed the side of Juvia’s head and put her eyes back to the screen.

How is she not afraid? Juvia thought to herself. This whole time a small smile was on her lips yet Juvia was practically shaking from a dog left out in the rain. She didn’t understand.

The music changed again and Juvia was priding herself for keeping her eyes glued to the movie. A close up of the main character, Rex was his name, came into view. Juvia thought he would be smart, she was rooting for him even though she knew how these things ended, everyone always loses no matter how hard or fast you run and try.

He had lost his friends a few minutes ago and was now climbing the stairs to a different part of the house. He tiptoed slowly, pushing a door open. The camera began moving to examine the empty room. It panned back to Rex who was looking pale as a piece of fresh paper. In a flash the killer jumped out from behind the wall causing a loud scream to erupt from Juvia.

“Look out!” Juvia cried before turning away, she couldn’t even tell if Lucy had screamed. Her voice over shadowed any other noise, even the sound coming from the tv.

She felt a cold chill run through her body as the blanket came to shield her eyes and her lips began to tremble. Instead of another scream, she only heard the slight giggle of Lucy. She didn’t dare to look up, too terrified to continue to watch and buried her head into her girlfriends chest. She felt fingers thread through her hair and more fits of laughter.

“This isn’t a comedy Lucy-sama!” Juvia whined but it was slightly muffled by her face being pressed against her. The laughing did die down and her fists tightened the sheets. “Lucy.” She complained again but the vibration of laughing still rang against Juvia’s head.

The water mage furrowed her eyebrows before pushing up and coming nose to nose with Lucy. The blonde bit her lips as she faced Juvia whose lips were in a pout and cheeks puffed out.

Juvia let out a huff. “Lucy!” Suddenly her face was held between soft hands.

“Im sorry Juv, you’re just so cute I could handle it.” She finally spoke with a bright smile. “We can turn it off, I just liked holding you close.” She gave her a wink.

Juvia sat staring at her still well in her hold. Her pout slightly curled up as she gazed into the celestial mages eyes.

Many people in movies and books talked about seeing stars in others eyes. They would say that constellations would dance around the iris, filling in as the color for the world to see.

“Juvia one day you will see the light and the stars in the sky. Dark clouds won’t be found when love enters your heart.” Juvia’s mother said years ago when she was little.

Over the years Juvia had stored away those sayings, never truly believing the words.

Until now.

The dark blue eyes rivaled the sparkle of green as Lucy's smile continued to be plastered on her lips.

A small laugh came from Juvia as she leaned and tapped her nose against Lucy’s.

“Lucy-sama, has anyone ever told you that your eyes are more enchanting than the galaxy?” She hummed and watched with pure amusement as the green eyes widened and the smile turned to a small effortless gasp.

“N-no.” Spoke the flustered girl and it was now Juvia’s turn to laugh as she placed her lips against hers.

“Well they should.” She whispered. All of a sudden a huge boom of thunder rolled from the sky above.

A high pitch scream left Lucy’s mouth and now it was Juvia’s turn to comfort her.

“Hey, it’s going to be okay.” Juvia hugged her tight.

“This is like a real horror movie.” Lucy whined as another roll of thunder came from above.

Juvia kissed her head and got out of the blanket, ignoring the protest from Lucy. She leaned down and took out the terrible thing people called a movie and popped in another one.

“There.” Juvia smiled. She came back to the blanket and Lucy rested against her as she turned the volume up to help mask the sound of rain and thunder.

The movie began to play and this time it was a story of a princess and prince, one of Juvia’s favorite films. She felt Lucy slightly shake like that of a lost dog in the rain and only tightened her hold and ran slow fingers through her blonde hair.

Even with the movie playing, Lucy was still on edge. Juvia lifted the remote and paused it and turned towards her.

“Juvia used to be afraid of thunder too.” She said. “But Juvia’s mother would tell her that thunder was just the sky’s way of letting out its worry before the rain would come and replenish the earth.” She held out her palm and formed a little water cloud.

“It’s pretty.” Lucy whispered as she stared at the small cloud and how a spark of lighting danced in her palm.

“You’re kinda like Juvia’s lighting. Pretty and bright, always lighting up the room you go in. Thunderous and bold, never backing down from a fight. Not to mention golden and beautiful.” Juvia said and a soft blush came to Lucy’s face.

The sky roared again and this time, Lucy shook less. It didn’t scare her as much as before because she was enchanted by the clouds and the way Juvia spoke. She leaned and kissed her softly.

“Thanks Juvia.”

“Of course my love.” She turned and resumed the movie. Lucy resting her head on her shoulder and becoming more relaxed as the story continued.

By the time the movie ended, Lucy had fallen asleep on top of Juvia, chest rising and falling peacefully as the storm danced above.

Hope you enjoyed!

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mimi-cee-hq · 5 years ago

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Hugs From Him - Lev x Reader

Getting together headcanon stories from match-up requests

Summary:

Y/n doesn’t like physical contact. So whenever Lev tries to hug her, she runs. They somehow make it work.

Request from Anonymous:

Can i plz get a matchup? Im about 5 foot and have long green and brown(dyed) hair and a lot of ear piercings. I love tatts and piercings. I wear darker clothed with a lot of greens and golds. I play flute and picc in marching band and im vegetarian, and love animals, particularly reptiles. My personality is really shy and depressed until you get to know me. Then i can be violent when im bored (but im short so.. its cute) and i cant really handle loud sudden sounds. Im an introvert and dont like physical contact. I run away when people try to show affection. When i have to, i step ip and become a leader in situations where anyone else is incompetent… that should be it… thanks you!!!🦎💛

So… I wouldn’t actually match you two up purely based on personality, but hopefully you’ll like this by the end. (I’m a little nervous you won’t like it.) I also exaggerated some things because this is kind of how I imagine you as an anime character. I also may have checked out your blog for ideas 👀 At least, I think I know who you are. lol.

You decided to come and watch their volleyball match that their school was hosting. That’s when Lev saw you.

“Y/n!!!!” Lev yelled out your name. You flinched. You couldn’t handle sudden loud sounds and Lev’s voice was no exception.

He ran towards you and looked like he was about to pick you up or hug you. Fortunately, you had your flute in its case and held it out. The case jabbed Lev in the stomach and he crouched in pain.

His long limbs almost reached you, so you were thankful you had your flute case.

And then you fled.

Alisa apologized because Lev was usually pretty affectionate with friends he liked.

You didn’t consider him a friend, but apparently he did for some reason. You thought he was still annoying and the thought of physical contact made you shudder.

You thought back to when he had first started chatting with you. The two of you were in the same class and you were really quiet and shy. Lev hadn’t cared though. He had just came up to your desk and had started chatting as if you two had always been friends.

He had asked about your pet reptile and if you had any pictures. He had overheard you talking about it. You had showed him and he had thought it was really cute. You had been surprised because most people thought dogs or cats were cute but not so much your lizard.

Since then, he kept trying to think of ways to help you take care of you lizard.

He tried to catch live insects. He spent a good few days trying to learn how to catch them. Then you told him that your particular pet didn’t need to eat live insects.

“Oh. Oops,” he said. (The rest of the team might have freaked out at the insects that escaped.)

He also got a bunch of plants and rocks for you to put in your tank, but you had to tell him that was too much. You shouldn’t overcrowd the tank.

He got a little discouraged that he kept messing up. (You thought it was kind of cute.)

But one day your lizard snuck out and Lev found it on your school supplies. 😱

You were out of the classroom so Lev panicked as he tried to remember how to take care of it.

He was especially worried because it was cold outside so he tried to keep it warm at the right temperature. He was relieved that it was still moving which meant that it didn’t die or anything.

When you came back, you were so thankful that he found your lizard. He was a little too prideful at your appreciation.

Later, Lev pulled you into one of his antics. He got an assorted group of people who played various instruments together. He just wanted a band at their volleyball games like Inarizaki. None of them knew how to organize themselves so you decided to step up and help.

Lev wanted to hug you again when you did, but you held him back with a broom this time. (Where you got it - who knows.) His team wondered if he was ever going to learn.

When your band did play during their game, you were a little embarrassed by him acting like an idiot on the court. But when you smiled and thought that he looked a little cool, you realized that you started to like him.

You couldn’t imagine dating him though - not when he already wanted to pick you up and hug you all the time. That in itself was already kind of scary. And you were just friends. You didn’t think he’d like you anyway.

But it was actually weird when he stopped trying to hug you. You started to wonder if he suddenly didn’t like you anymore. But instead, you found out that he was trying to be more considerate of you.

And then one day, he decided to give you his volleyball jacket.

“Since you always run away from physical affection, I thought at least my jacket could hug you instead,” he said shyly.

You were a little taken aback by what he said. But he added with a mumble, “I’m a little jealous though.”

When Kenma saw your disbelieving face, he told you, “He’s trying to say that he likes you.”

Lev got flustered and blushed, and then he finally admitted it was true.

So the next day, as you wore his jacket, you gave him your green and gold scarf.

“What’s this?” he asked.

“I didn’t have anything else that I thought would fit you.”

Kenma had to spell it out for him as well. “The scarf can hug you back. She likes you too.”

You had heard from Shibayama that Lev had the tendency to self-destruct if he got too fired up. Now you could say you saw that first hand.

Needless to say, he wore your scarf whenever he could.

“Lev, at least take off the scarf during an actual match!”

Extras

(So I had this scene in mind but I think it was too out of character for you. 😁 Edit: Apparently it wasn’t out of character. 😮)

While you were chopping veggies with a knife, the team was scared of you because they knew that you were violent when bored. You told them, “Don’t worry. I’m a vegetarian. I don’t eat humans.”

Did anyone notice the scarf and lizard in the banner? 😊

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paipayaseeds · 4 years ago

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The tension in the air was as dense as Kaito, the slightest shuffling of movement could be heard, as well as Keebo's internal whirring from inside his internal system. It really had seemed that the killing game would be the victor in this dreaded reality, whether the 17 students wanted to believe or not, grab onto hope,

Something would happen.

But even then, it hadn't been enough to give up right? You have to keep fighting. Even when the points have been counted and put on the leaderboard. Even when when you're on your last power move. Even when the sun sets and all obstacles are hidden from your sight.. Even when seemingly, all hope is lost,

You can't give up.

Well, Kaede wouldn't give up.

She couldn't give up.

For everyone here.. For Shuichi...

For Hope,

She wasn't gonna let it end this way. She'd rather fight the good fight rather than wait and take the death like a dog in hospice. (That's actually sad im sorry) With a deep breath, the blonde would muster a small yet determined smile on her face before turning to Shuichi and placing her hands on his shoulders.

"We have work to do."

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The Last Day

1 hour before motive expiration

Everything was set.

The sensors, the cameras,everything, was in place. Today was the day. The day that the mastermind would be caught, and that they'd all go home.

Kaede sat on the desk, watching Shuichi as he'd peep through the crack of the door.

"Look at you... You look so scary when you're focused!"She'd tease, squatting down next to him with a small smile. She was aware that it wasn't a time for jokes, especially with that horrible video playing but,

It's the least of her troubles right now.

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The Violinist stood between Kaito and Rantaro, not having really listened to the conversation too much.. Her mind had been on other things, one of them being last night's dream or well.. Nightmare.

Rantaro dying. In the library.

She wanted to ignore it but.. She couldn't keep hiding behind him anymore. Not today.

This could be the last time she saw Kirumi or Kaito.. Keeby.. Miu..

Rantaro.

It was silly sounding yes but, she had to go off by what this dream meant. Even when the weird voices in her head kept yelling no. Her hand rises to the middle of her chest, the object needed there when the time is right—

"Yoohoo! Anya! Anya dearest? You did hear what the space bufoon said, yes?"Angie would cheer, squishing the girl's face in response.

The girl would jump in response, reverting from focused to nervous all over again in a matter of seconds before she'd nervously shake her head.

'Sorry I'm..I was thinking about something.. Could you repeat that?'

“S- scary...? Huh?” Before Shuichi could further question Kaede’s remark, he darted his eyes back outside the door, “L- look!” Pointing at the large group of people, he worriedly narrowed his eyes at them as he realized the consequence of their presence in the basement. Gripping the receiver in his hand, it reminded him of their plan—as if he hadn’t been thinking of it non-stop before.

“They- If they go down to the library, they’ll scare off the mastermind from using the bookcase and ruin the plan...!” Shuichi’s facial expression contorted into one of reliable seriousness, and urgency. “I’ll stop them, you stay here and keep watch!” Without another protest or word, he dashed out the room and to the basement, somehow not running into a wall from his hat obscuring his vision.

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Kaito sent a reassuring grin to Anya's way, "Don't worry about it!" I'll bet you, if this was someone else, Kaito probably would've scolded them for zoning out during an extremely important plan.

But Kaito was a simp; so that didn't happen.

"Of course we need to worry about it! We're going to fight and win against Monokuma, so you can't have any distractions!" Tenko stubbornly, yet encouragingly spoke.

With his voice dropping in concern, Kaito's smile faltered into a concerned one. "Let's focus on our distractions! It would probably be better if we get out all our worries and concerns before the big fight anyway!" A small low laugh bubbled up in his throat.

At the same time, they didn't seem to notice the nervous detective peeking his head in the door of the Gameroom, only to leave shortly and make his way back up the stairs to tell Kaede the good news.

Rantaro didn't seem like he was paying too much attention to the conversation either, as his green eyes focused on a small speck on the table in the game room. Suddenly jerking up, he darted his gaze onto the monitor, to which he furrowed his brow at the Monokuma dancing on screen. Whatever he needed to do, it would be now. One hour, huh? That'd give him enough time to expose and stop the mastermind.

Abruptly standing up, his chair scraped against the floor harshly, and yet he didn't seem to even flinch from the gross sound; the loud and blaring music of the monitor, a factor of his unfocus/focus. Forcing on a non-suspecting smile, he excused himself, an untruthful excuse spewing out of his mouth gently through the cracks of his grin. "I'm going to go to the bathroom."

Right before leaving, however, Rantaro patted Anya on the head, acknowledging her worried demeanour from earlier. "Whatever you're worried about... Don't worry too much, okay?" Out of nothing but brotherly instinct, Rantaro didn't know what came over him as he left a small peck on the top of her head. Turning on his heel, he left the game room.

#mod chia #rp #RantAnya #GOD I HOPE THIS WAS ACCURATE USHDABFASDKFJHBSDFKJHBS #I KEPT CHECKING AND SEARCHING UP WHAT HAD HAPPENED BUT DANGANRONPA WIKI GAVE ME S H I T

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maergheritas-moved · 5 years ago

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S L A Y E R S, a novel by margarita p. g.

CHAPTER 00 - OLIVER

For being under Marco’s wing for a few weeks now, Oliver still hasn’t managed to master “the art of repair” even a little bit. He’s realized, instead, that he really isn’t good at this, that his nimble hands that once, in his younger years, served him for pickpocketing, for dumbkres with his mates, don’t work for handing tiny bot parts. It sucks, really… Marco thought Oliver would be of some use. And Oliver did, too. A part of him, a small part, maybe hoped that this stay would be permanent.

But, like all things in his life, it soon proved to be nothing but momentary. He realized this on a burning hot summer morning, when the sun was high and the sulfur in the air even higher. He was only getting used to the life in Bajo then, trying to find a place amongst the renegades and runaways, and the many generations and cultural legacies found within the ancient walls of his new tiny town. The locals knew him as escurridizo, a nod to his late night appearances literally anywhere in town… he had the ability to slip out of where he was and be somewhere else in what looked like seconds. Lightning speed. Faster than a teleporter. Some people even thought he was one. He very much was not. That much he knew.

Oliver woke up late that June morning, to the high-pitched whirring of centuries-old engines. He had hoped to get some rest after his rendezvous with Rory last night. But, as the heroes in video games would say, duty called. So, he got himself out of bed, put his sandals on, helped himself to burnt toast and already cold coffee, and headed to the taller.

There lay Marco, working on his new project: the restoration of a humanoid bot found by some archeologists a couple of miles from here. It was clearly a very, very old model, and Marco had been promised a very large sum of money if he restored it back to working condition. Maybe the archeologists were planning to take it to a museum or a college or something like that, Oliver thought.

It was very large, probably over three meters tall, and had a masculine shape. To Oliver, it looked like the military droids he saw on films.

The military humanoid death machine thing lay with its stomach part open on the table, and by the smell of coltan in the air, Oliver knew Marco was dealing with the motherboard. It was definitely from the 22nd century, maybe early, when they still put moderboards on the torso and not the head. Marco had his microglasses on, and was very intently working on opening something really really small. There was soft jazz music playing somewhere, which, mixed with the birds chirping and the sound of schoolboys close, painted a picture in Oliver’s head that resembled a time when everyone was still together and life was easy. He let the memory wrap him under.

An order from Marco pulls him back to reality. “Hey, nene,” he says, not even a hello beforehand, “can you check this wiring for me please?”

Without a word, Oliver walked over to the table, where the chemical smell is almost uncomfortable, and looked at the tangle of loose wires on the open motherboard. They were color coded, thank god. To Oliver, non-colored coded wires were the reason God left the Earth. Marcus and him always took hours to set them right. Almost instantly, he got a vague idea of how the circuits should go. They were like magnets, and he could feel where one ended and the other began, the many channels of energy running through the bot’s body, like blood rushing down veins. He had an instinct for this sort of things, a sixth sense, and it was hardly ever wrong. Oliver knew this wasn’t exactly normal, he knew it since he was a kid and could feel the many forces coming onto him way more than other people could, but he was not a might. Or at least, not a bolter (he’d already tried; sparks never came out of his palms). Whatever he was, he never gave it much thought. It would not do him good, especially not in this country.

Trusting his weird instinct, Oliver got to work, ordering Marco what went where, offering clear directions and vague explanations. Marco didn’t mind. To him, this boy was some sort of wizard, and not the “evil” kind. He did the work because he knew how to. If Oliver did it himself, he might as well cause a short circuit so strong it left the whole town with no power for a few hours. Oliver never understood why things like this seemed to happen, he guessed the wires just hated him.

Thus, they fell into a steady rhythm of work, sorting circuits out, monotone actions, with problems coming up as they went along, which they solved together. Oliver and Marco were a good team in that sense, Marco’s vast knowledge mixing with Oliver’s knack for improvisation to come up with increasingly creative solutions. These came naturally to Oliver. No one had ever given him a book on how to life, so everything he’d learned, he learned it by doing. By figuring things out, just like they were at that moment. Maybe he could be of use there, he thought. The idea of having a place to stay, even if he didn’t realize it then, gave him comfort.

Time passed quickly when you were at work, and soon it was time for lunch. Marco called a break, and Oliver lifted his head from the wiring of the bot’s eyes that he was attempting to figure out.

“Hungry?” Marco asked. Oliver nodded. He was, indeed, starving, and had been for a while, but with the task in front of him, it had been a second thought in his mind.

“Alright, then, uhhhh” Marco thought out loud. “Mara won’t be home until tonight, and there’s nothing from last night”.

Bummer, Oliver thought. Would they have something to it until Mara came back? There were days like this, when Aymara, Marco’s wife, was out working twelve hours at the rest stop outside of town. They had to do with whatever leftover there was from breakfast.

“So, we’re eating crackers, then?” Oliver asked, defeated.

Marco’s eye brightened up, his torso straightening up a little. “Actually, I think there’s some money in my bedroom. Go get yourself a mixto or whatnot, kid.”

Oliver practically springed to his feet and rushed to Marco’s bedroom. Indeed, there was money in his dresser, enough to buy two mixtos and maybe a sugary. With that, Oliver rushed out of the house and into the secluded Clovel Street.

The sun burned his skin, and he definitely should not have been out in this weather, but he was hungry and Lala’s tiny shop in the corner was open. There were a few neighbors having tartitas, who said hi to him. He went up to Arpy, the AI assistant, and ordered two mixtos, one for Marco and one for him. They would be ready in ten.

Oliver sat on the counter, watching Arpy put the mixtos in the toaster, and looked out the door, where there was a small stray dog trying to catch a fly. That was when he saw him.

His stare froze Oliver’s blood, made him paralyze all over. There was something about it…. something stomach-turning, revolting, repulsive, wrong. Like the man had crossed all of Oliver’s boundaries. It felt like a violation, but Oliver didn’t know of what. Or even how.

He wanted to run away. As far as his legs allowed him. That’s what his mind told him to do, that the man was a predator just like the MIMIC or the police. But his body told him otherwise. His body told him to stay; he felt a pull to the man like those of his wires, he did not care what fate met him there, what the man might bring him, he just had to go. It was impertinent, urgent. Now.

Yet, he stayed seated, watching his mixtos slowly get browner and cheesier, focusing on repelling that driving instinct within him, that… whatever he was doing to him. Sweat rolled down his brow and the people of the shop were completely unfazed or perhaps even unaware of whatever was going on between him and the man down the street, what strange energetic transaction was taking place Because it felt like that. It felt like electrons pushing down orbitals and moving, shifting, mixing, reacting, exploding. He felt like that: like a nuclear bomb that would go off if the man didn’t do anything about it first. He tried breathing. He tried focusing on anything else, on the smell of the food or the sound of cheese burning or the conversations taking place behind him. Nothing worked.

When his mixtos were ready, he grabbed them and rushed outside, without even saying goodbye. Without thinking, he crossed the street, to the man. It felt eternal. And the man’s eyes…. they followed him. Wide and large and dark, open, focused… they felt, to Oliver, that they were feeding on his energy.

Oliver let out a shaky breath when he got to him. He was at least a head taller than Oliver, could crash him in a split second, and very, very dark. His demeanor was unexpectedly calm. His eyes loosened for a bit, and Oliver was terrified for a half second. Then, his large hand wrapped over Oliver’s frail arm, and he hitched a breath in fear. He could not form words. The energy-sucking man started walking him down the street in double time. How is no one seeing this? Oliver thought.

He wanted to ask so many things, who are you, where are you taking me, leave me alone, I have to get back home, but he couldn’t. If he did, what would this guy do to him? He was scary, villain-level scary. So, Oliver just went along. He got thrown into the back of a white transport. There was a brunette woman on the shotgun seat. Her eyes looked even more threatening than the man’s.

They were kidnapping him. God, they were going to throw im on the sea or on a deep pit and let him die there. Immediately, Oliver started thinking up escape plans. He could still run. The didn’t bind his hands with anything. Dumbasses.

The man got in the car. The woman was clutching her head, as if she had a migraine. They were discussing something, Oliver realized. But they were not talking. They were doing it through looks. Can she communicate with him in some sort of eye language? Or is it telepathy?

After a while, they both settled down and looked at him. Oliver was going to run. But he also couldn’t. Something kept him from running and this time it wasn’t any of their looks.

“Sorry about that” the man said, “it’s pretty terrifying, i know, trust me”

What the hell? Oliver thought. He was apologizing to him?

“I’m Drake, by the way” he said, with a smirk and friendly eyes. Oliver wanted to vomit.

“And I’m Alyx” the woman said. Her eyes were warm and heavy-lidded, and Oliver had a feeling he should stay as far from her as she could.

There was a beat of silence. “Who… Who are you and what… why…?” Oliver tried to speak, tried to form questions, but he didn’t know where to start.

“Um, in short, kid,” Drake said, shifting in his seat. He opened his mouth, closed it again. “Okay, so: We are from the Cali Might Army. I’m Lieutenant Colonel Drake Emerson and she’s Officer Alyx Warren. That’s the important thing”.

Oliver gaped in awe at them. They were the Might Army. He had never met them, no one has, but he has certainly heard of them; in late night horror stories and headlines detailing tragedies. People spoke of them as violent, relentless insurgents who would abuse of their monstrous abilities to overtake the country. They almost seemed too powerful to be real. They couldn’t be real. This couldn’t be real. Is it a prank?

Alyx looked at Drake. “He’s very confused, he’s saying… it’s a prank or something, um…”

Oliver panicked. Immediately he tried to open the door, tried to break the window, anything to get away from this… woman. She was reading his thoughts! Has she always been doing that? He didn’t even feel it, she just walked into his mind without even asking for permission.

Drake reacted immediately, moving to pin him down, stop him. Oliver was on fire, his legs kicking to get away, powerless against Drake’s weight, screaming and panting and crying, he only now realized he was crying.

“Oliver!” Alyx yelled. “Oliver. Please. Please calm down, I don’t want to calm you down, please don’t make me calm you down.” She was as panicked as he was. Oliver just failed to form curses at her and kept kicking. He was not going to calm down. He was going to get away, these people couldn’t mean well. He had to get back to Marco, to the work, have lunch.

But he would never get there.

With Drake Emerson pinning him down and Alyx Warren in his mind, plus the thousand questions that grew by the second, he would never get there. Ever.

After a while, Oliver sat in the car seat, unmoving and breathing heavily, powerless. Alyx and Drake were in their seats, panting. Alyx let out a curse.

“Listen,” Drake said, softly, calm, “we won’t hurt you. Really.”

You already have, Oliver thought. “Then… why are you doing this? Why are you taking me?” he asked over shaky breaths.

“Because,” Alyx started, voice trembling, “You have a very strange ability that no one has ever had before, and you might really, really, be of help for us.”

Oliver wasn’t sure he was breathing anymore.

Alyx continued. “So, you’re coming with us, because, if you don’t, then someone else will take you, and you won’t be safe and neither will the world.”

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i wanted to get this out for halloween but then it ended up getting (and taking) too long so i was like aight whatever i’ll split it and post the first bit so i know at least some of it will be in time for the spooky scary. not that it’s really spooky scary, but yknow

anyway the second i saw cowboy mirage and vampire crypto i knew i had to write a wild west au with them. if any of you knew me from my glory ovw days, you know wth im talkin about.

so anyway, slooow burn, animal death, blood, blood drinking, and possible ooc-ness because i couldn’t decide on whether i wanted mirage to have a very thick southern accent or not so his dialogue may be a bit whack. also with it being an au, characterization probably got skewed to shit. sorry about that :^(

cross posting fucks up formatting, so to be safe here’s the ao3 link but if that’s not the jam for your bread, it’s all under the read more

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The sun had set hours ago, but Elliott remained at his post.

Crickets and grass were his only companions on his porch, not even a candle was lit to keep him company. He didn’t want anyone to know he was out there and the little flame would have given him away. Besides, the moon was high that night and the stars glittered from behind it thanks to the cloudless sky. His eyes had adjusted well enough, and the open fields of the farm didn’t provide enough shadows to cause much concern.

No, Elliott was confident he’d catch who he wanted tonight, it was only a matter of whether or not the little bastard would show up.

He sighed and leaned forward in his chair to rest his crossed arms on the railing of the porch, then placed his chin on them. He hoped whoever it was would show. He couldn’t afford another big hit to the stock again. In the last week, he’d lost three chickens - one of them was the hen he’d sank three dollars into earlier in the month. It’d been a good one, too, healthy eggs up until she went missing with two of her sisters.

It was like nothing Elliott had ever seen before. There were never any carcasses left in the coop or on the land, no blood and maybe only a few stripped feathers. Coyotes were never that clean - not in Elliott’s experience anyway. And to take so many at a time?

Then the marks started showing up on the cattle. Two clean little holes at their shoulders that Elliott would have missed had it not been for the blood that oozed out of them, staining their fur a rusted brownish red.

That changed things. The body-less crimes started making sense, because they weren’t being killed - they were being stolen. Chickens were easy to make off with. Just toss a few in a bag and be on your way. Cows, though, they were marking those. Maybe one man was sent to scope out the pens to pick out the healthiest ones, then send off a crew to look for the marks and round them up to bring them home.

Elliott fought off a yawn and the on coming sense of second guessing himself. They would be coming with a group. He hadn’t thought of that before. If they did show up tonight and they were armed, there would be very little he could do with his mother’s old rifle. Quickly he decided he wouldn’t leave the porch if he saw anything. Just fire off a few shots and hopefully scare them off.

All of the Witts had met unfortunate ends. Two Witt sons died in the war, one to the flu soon after his third birthday, their mother to the plague - and the last Witt, dead to a bullet wound received while defending the cow that sneezed on him that very morning?

Yeah, no thank you, he’d stay right there on the porch, yes, ma’am.

So sit he did, scanning the horizon, the treeline, the pens, and tried not to fall asleep. He wondered if Ms. Williams had any hounds she’d be willing to part with to do this kind of stuff for him. Growing up, he’d always wanted a farm dog and Anita Williams trained some of the best he’d ever seen. Elliott would be able to leave it outside to patrol the land, sleep out on the porch, and chase off any predators or thieves that might be lurking while Elliott was in bed. That would be better than suffering through the brutality of waiting for the sun to rise himself.

Elliott didn’t notice his eyes had closed until they snapped open at the sound of sudden rattling in the hen house. He waited a moment, wondering if he imagined it, but soon there was a murmur of cluckings and Elliott got to his feet. He picked up the hat he’d hung on the back of his chair and placed it on top of his head before grabbing the rifle, standing at the very edge of his porch.

Surely they wouldn’t be going for more chickens, would they? When the cows they had marked were out roaming?

Elliott stepped off the stairs and onto the dirt pathway. If it was chickens being targeted tonight, that means there was likely only one of them. He checked the chamber of his gun before heading off, getting onto the grass as soon as he could in order to dampen the sound of his approaching footsteps. By the time he’s at the fence, the clucking had shifted and grew into something louder, the few hens he had left squawking at whatever was in there with them.

And maybe it was because their din was too loud, but Elliott couldn’t hear anything else. Nothing but feathered ruffling and the scrape of chicken feet.

A chill raised the hair on the back of his neck but he crept forward anyway. He wiped the palm of his hand off on his jeans and pushed open the gate, wincing hard when one of the hens in the coop got louder. The rest were a bit hysterical in their noise making, but this one’s panic was visceral. This wasn’t just someone walking through their nests and aggravating them out of sleep - these chickens were scared for their lives.

Elliott crept up to the wired entrance of the shed and peeked around. Small shadows flicked back an forth on the hay-filled floor in a frenzy. Hoarse, creaking noises spilled from their beaks and wings fluttered as they battled each other in their panic to press to the corners of the shed, close to the walls to get away from -

Now, Elliott wasn’t a religious man - which was an odd thing, when one lived in a small town like he did, where the person he bought canned goods from was the pastor’s brother, and the biggest building was the church which was always filled on Sunday. He never went to mass, not even for the holidays, and the Witt Family’s bible had been left in the bedside table’s drawer since he was a boy.

But he didn’t have to crack apart the thin pages of God’s Word to determine that whatever the thing was in front of him was bad.

Especially when it turned, a chicken limp and unmoving in its hands, and stared Elliott down with eyes that burned like indigo flames.

This isn’t a coyote, his mind helpfully informed him just as his mouth spit out, “Oh, fuck.”

The creature stood up fully and despite all its human-like qualities, there was still that electric energy that was just not right, uncanny and out of place. It showed off a human face, but its skin was so white it almost glinted blue when it passed through the moonlight that bled through the shed’s wooden panels.

Which is how Elliott noticed it was moving toward him. He raised the rifle up and pointed it square at the thing’s chest. If froze in its step, still as stone in half a second, but above the crying of his birds Elliott could hear the trill of something moving in its throat.

“Dro - Drop the chicken,” Elliott ordered, the stillness in his limbs compensating for his trembling voice.

To his surprise the creature listened to him. Its trill from before burst from its throat and its frown opened to let out a hiss, pitched low and piercing. The teeth it bared to him had a pink sheen, wet with blood, and its canines ended in vicious points - points Elliott was sure would match with the ones marking his cattle out on the fields.

“Oh, shit, okay - “ Elliott muttered, too panicked to remember that the creature could hear him.

It hunched down suddenly, dropping into a stance that made Elliott think it was going to lunge for him. Before he could really process that information, could even think to fire a shot at it to knock it down, to kill it, the creature spun around and crashed through the other side of the coop. Elliott blinked at the wire it split through like paper then hurried around the house. It was fast, already having leaped over the fence, a black shape that moved without sound, whispering over the grass in one, two seconds before it disappeared into the trees.

“That’s not a fuckin’ coyote,” Elliott said over the thundering of his heartbeat and the screaming of his chickens.

----=----

For a whole entire day, Elliott allowed himself to think that it was over. He let himself think that that was the last he’d see of the thing, that he’d scared it enough to retreat just from pointing a gun at it. Maybe the fear of Elliott actually using it would keep it away, whatever it was.

Truth be told, he didn’t really want to find out what it was. From the look he got out of it from the shadows, it looked human enough. A man as tall as him, dressed to the nines in black and red silks, slim with features Elliott might have tipped a hat at had he not been terrified the time he saw them. Human features. It looked human.

And yet, the bloodless chicken he’d been forced to get rid of proved otherwise. Once he’d been able to move, he’d wandered back in to examine it and found that it was little more than a husk, dried out and useless. It’s carcass was clean, feathers mostly untouched with no red soaked into them. On its breast were two, neat puncture holes.

The next day, one he’d used to catch up on sleep, he started feeling watched.

As he left the stables after shoveling out the floors, a familiar chill walked along his shoulders like icy fingers, eliciting a shiver from him. It lingered for a moment and slowly dissipated when he searched his surroundings, forcing himself to outwardly appear calm when he found nothing.

It would happen again - and often - in the following weeks. When he left the stables after milking, he’d feel it then. When he fed the chickens, when he lead the two horses out onto the pasture, checked on the hogs - someone was watching him. Waiting. And yet, as each night passed and he’d wake up, Elliott would set out to work and find that none of the livestock had been touched. The hens didn’t go missing. The puncture marks on the cows had scabbed over, and no new ones appeared.

Worriedly, Elliott wondered if he were next, that he was the one being stalked - but why wait so long? He lived alone on the Witt farm, and no one had visited him in the time between then and the encounter.

The idea of a peace offering came to him when he had to put one of the roosters down. It was the older one of the three, the one that was always more aggressive and tried to start fights with the others. Apparently, it had to learn the hard way that all fights it started were not always ones it could win. Elliott should have separated it sooner, or maybe had done something, but his mind had been in other places as of late. He’d felt terrible - for the cockerel, for himself. For his family. The only thing they’d left behind was this farm, and he was making a mess of it.

So, out he marched at the first sign of dusk, right to the edge of the trees where he’d seen the creature dart off all those days ago. He planned on calling out to it until it showed, dropping the rooster at its feet and declaring, There, see? I’m doing just fine on ruining everything on my own, so why don’t you just take the damn bird and go?

He didn’t do any such thing. He just stood there for a long moment, listened to the robins in the woods and the huffing of cattle behind him, and stared down at the rooster in his hands. Eventually, the watched feeling came. Elliott was so used to it that the chill hardly even registered. It was just eyes on him, now, no longer threatening or frightening.

For a moment, neither of them did anything. Nothing jumped out to attack him, and Elliott didn’t say a word. He never actually did. Eventually, he dropped the rooster onto the grass and turned back to the house, not even waiting to see if the creature would show itself.

The sun was finally wishing the horizon a farewell, sinking just under the trees as he’s finishing up the last of his rounds. Elliott tested the locks on the doors of the stalls to make sure they wouldn’t swing open and cast a long look at a cow sitting on the other side of one. She stared back at him. The scabs on her shoulders were just about gone, now, and her fur had grown over the little pink marks that’d been left behind. The rest of the cattle’s marks were just about the same. Nothing fresh.

Inside the Witt home, it was dark. There was still washing up he had to do in the big metal basin sat underneath the kitchen’s window. He probably wouldn’t get to until the next morning, so he pointedly kept his gaze away from there. He moved passed the old dining table that hadn’t seen use in years - mostly it was just full of tools he hadn’t moved back into the shed yet - and made his way toward the fireplace. Soon, the cold blue glow of the darkening sky was warmed by the slow starting flame. Elliott poked at it until he was thoroughly bored of watching sticks crumble into ash and was sure it wouldn’t smother itself.

With a heaving sigh he got back to his feet but didn’t go far, falling onto a wooden bench close to the fireplace. There were bigger and more comfortable places to sit, like the large wicker chair right beside him or the stool that had a pillow sewn onto it haphazardly, but Elliott had always sat on the bench. Maybe tomorrow, after he was done the cleaning, he’d move all the extra furniture out into the shed along with the tools on the dining room table. No use in having so many if he wasn’t using it. He didn’t get much company - none at all, really.

Elliott found himself staring at the book left on the seat of the wicker chair and doubted he’d even get around to doing the washing up.

Over the crackle of the fire, something thumped right outside the front door. Elliott straightened, twisted around to look toward the noise, and thought how weird it was to be thinking about never getting any visitors only to have one stop by. Or maybe the word was ironic.

But then he remembered the time and he held his breath to listen. There was no shuffling of someone on his porch and no knocking on his door. If someone rode all the way out to the Witt’s Farm after sundown it’d be for an emergency, so there was no real good reason for the stranger to be quiet.

Slowly, Elliott stood. Avoiding the floorboards that creaked, he crossed the room toward the door and picked up the rifle he’d left there. The silence was deafening and ringing with the dreadful thought of how he might actually be going crazy. Then, the idea of Elliott opening the door and finding nothing at all was almost as terrifying as opening it and revealing the shadow from the hen house. Had he actually heard something? Was there really something in his woods? What if he went outside to the coop and all of the lost chickens would be accounted for? What if the marks on the cows had healed so fast because they’d never been marked in the first place?

Elliott put his hand on the doorknob, sucked in a breath, held it, then twisted it and pulled it open. The door’s creak seemed like a wail in the empty night - because that’s what it was. Empty. No one standing at his stoop, no shadow perched on his railing ready to strike.

Nothing but the rooster he’d left at the trees, untouched and dropped carelessly at his door.

And for reasons he couldn’t explain, Elliott narrowed his eyes down at it and felt angry. Maybe it was the sleep he was losing, the constant worrying, the loneliness - or maybe he actually was losing his mind. Whatever it was, it was enough to have him bend over, snatch up the bird, and stomp down onto the path toward the trees. When he got there, he still said nothing, but that time he didn’t even wait around. Elliott just tossed the bird back onto the grass where he’d left it the first time and turned to storm away, ignoring the petulant feeling that rose at the display.

He made it about four yards before something hit the dirt behind him. He froze without looking back and grit his teeth.

“Alright, you sumbitch.”

Annoyed, he faced the trees again, passing the bird on the road. That chill was back. Instead of stopping him, have him think twice, it only achieved in making the anger thrumming around in his chest burn defiantly brighter.

Two indigo flames held his gaze when Elliott noticed them, dimmer than the last time he saw them. They regarded him with disinterest and that alone had him nearly seething.

“I’m tired of playing this game you’re havin’ with me,” he snapped. The shadow might have raised a brow at him, but with how dark it was Elliott couldn’t be sure. It didn’t say anything, so the question - the one he’d been wondering since that night - burst out of him. “Why haven’t you just killed me yet?”

Now the eyes moved, turning in a way that told Elliott that the creature had tilted its head. But still, the silence. Slowly, it looked down at the rifle Elliott had nearly forgotten about, pointedly, then back up at him. Elliott heard it hit the ground in the next second, which is how he learned that he himself tossed it aside.

Something that was smothered by the heat of the moment whispered to him, You sleep deprived idiot, just what in the hell are you doing?

What he said out loud was, “Do it, then. Nothin’s stopping you, so do it.”

The shadow did nothing; not a sound, not a movement.

Elliott heard his own breathing over the gentle breeze and wondered why it was so slow. He’d seen the speed the creature had moved at and his only protection was too many paces away. If it wasn’t planning on killing him, the anticipation should have been. But he was calm, staring demise dead in its lightning blue eyes, fists clenched at his sides.

The thought of it being incapable of speech occurred to him, but with the way it watched him, Elliott didn’t find it likely. Despite how inhuman they were, there was sentience behind the shadow’s gaze. Maybe too much for something that fed on blood. It looked at Elliott and he felt that it was capable of telling him exactly what it wanted to with a stare alone - all that and more. It was a heavy kind of thing to know. Elliott realized he had a hard time looking away, so when he managed it he didn’t dare look again.

“Just, get - get out of here.” He started making his way back - and didn’t look at the damned rooster again, either. “Leave me alone and terrorize some other poor bastard’s chickens.”

Coward, he thought, but didn’t know who it was directed to.

----=----

The next morning, Elliott woke up to one less crowing and his rifle propped up on the porch railing outside.

Something in the woods still watched him.

----=----

A few days passed until he saw the shadow again. Elliott was leaving the hen house and had thrown a look up at the sky to gauge the time, sighed at the moon, and turned to shut the wired gate behind him. When he turned around, a figure that definitely had not been there before stood in the path in front of him.

He gasped and sent himself back in a fit of shock, back slamming up against the shed. He scowled once he realized what - or, rather, who it was, but that was gone in the next second, too. The shadow’s posture was still one of casual disinterest; hands in pockets, shoulders relaxed, and expression blank if not aloof. But it was different, Elliott was sure. The skin, while always having been pallid, took a different tone, now, one that was qualmish and almost sickly. And the eyes - the eyes hardly even glowed.

It looked more like a ghost than a shadow.

“What’s wrong?” He asked - and why was he even concerned? It hadn’t tried to kill him yet, sure, but it was responsible for taking out almost a quarter of his chickens.

True to a pattern, the creature said nothing, however, it did give a meaningful look into the shed behind Elliott. When its gaze returned, he could see how its throat worked around a swallow.

“Are - “ Elliott looked back at the hen house as if to check to make sure that was what the shadow had looked at. “Are you asking me to - “ He cut himself off again, but pointed into the house.

It narrowed its eyes at the incredulous inflection in Elliott’s voice but did not say no.

The whistling of grass is the only sound for a long moment as a cool night’s breeze moved over the fields, Elliott at a loss for words. As the wind washed over him, chilling him that much further, he could see the creature’s nostrils flare minutely, and this time when its throat moved it was around a rumbling noise. From the base of its chest it traveled up and out as that familiar trill. It filled Elliott with a sense of urgency, one he couldn’t really explain.

He was torn. It was strange to be asked such a thing, but he supposed he should be grateful of the fact that it was asking at all. But how was he even supposed to answer? As far as Elliott knew, none of his chickens survived. He’d never found markings on them, they would just disappear. With the colder seasons approaching, he really couldn’t afford to lose any more of his livestock.

The cows, though, they’d apparently survived a few run-ins with the shadow.

Elliott looked over to the stables and felt shameful the second he did. Was he really considering it? Other than the fast healing punctures on their necks or shoulders, there had been no real changes in their behavior or health. The morning he’d find the marks on them, they’d appear nonplussed. But what if it hurt them? What if the experience was traumatic in a way Elliott couldn’t see?

Then again, could he really afford to deliberate on this? In that moment, with the shadow looking at him expectantly, it seemed to be between Elliott and the cows. Really, the choice was an easy one, but he was still allowed to feel guilty.

“Follow me,” he told the shadow.

As the temperature steadily declined throughout the days, Elliott had started rounding the cows up into the stables more often. It got too cold at night , and he didn’t want to give the cows a chance to catch an illness. It meant waking up earlier to give them more time to graze but it was safer. While he was unlocking the paneled door to the stables Elliott thought that maybe that was the reason he was losing more chickens. It was harder to get through a locked door without raising suspicion than it was kidnapping a few birds and letting the farmer’s blame fall onto coyotes.

The shadow didn’t make a noise but when Elliott turned, it was standing right behind him, nose wrinkled a little at the intense smell of animal and dirt. He didn’t jump that time. He picked up the unlit lantern he’d left behind on the stacked bales of hay, lighting it fast and hung it on the rung in between two of the stall doors. Inside one of them, the dull eyes of a cow shimmered and regarded him blankly. Elliott drug the door open and stepped inside next to her, touching at the glittering wet nose and felt her hot breath huff against his hand in recognition.

“It doesn’t - there’s no - it - it’s not gonna hurt her too much, is it?” Elliott couldn’t help but ask. Now, he expected a nonverbal answer so he looked back to shadow for it, finding more whites in its eyes and the stoic expression looking cheaper. It wasn’t watching him anymore, purely focused on the cow Elliott was petting at nervously.

It stepped closer, into the stall, and Elliott watched as the cow’s head tipped up apprehensively. The huffing of her breathing got a little bit faster and Elliott heard himself shushing her lowly, scratching around the longer scruff by her ears. He couldn’t imagine he was helping too much, but the only thing she did when he saw the shadow disappear around her other side was let out a small grunt of displeasure.

Time passed; the only sound came from his and the cow’s breathing and the brisk wind rattling the wood of the barn. Elliott kept up his attempt at comfort, watching her face intently, and was surprised to find her calm once again. Slowly, he stepped away, gauging her reaction at the movement but didn’t get one.

He moved back into the base of the barn and heaved up one of the metal buckets he’d filled with grain. It was a favor he’d done for himself that night to save himself some time when he woke up to feed them, but he figured that the cow deserved some special treatment. Elliot brought it over to her front and held it right under her nose for her to sniff out, knocking the handle out of her way and hugging it to his stomach due to the weight of it.

The cow’s ears twitched back and forth in contentment, dipping her snout into the grain and eating it by the mouthful. Relief coursed through him like the blood in his veins and Elliott felt himself smiling a little.

“Good girl,” he told her, to which he got very little in the way of a response.

The shadow straightened in a fluid movement, one Elliott watched with rapt attention. Even in just the few short minutes, there was an excruciatingly apparent change in the creature. The intensity of its eyes returned, their brightness amplifying its now fuller features and adding more color to the porcelain-looking skin - it was the most human Elliott had seen him.

“You were starving,” Elliott muttered with a voice awed in his realization. He thought back to the look the shadow had given the cow before and identified it now as a pained and feral sort of hunger. “Why didn’t you just take the damned rooster?”

The creature wiped the cow blood off of wet lips and had the audacity to look at Elliott like he was the disgusting one. Before he could remark on that, prove to the other how backwards that was, the shadow’s mouth opened and for the first time, he spoke. In a voice that was low and smooth, with layers upon layers of something deep and new to Elliott threading through the syllables, he simply stated, “It was dead.”

Elliott sputtered, a little dumbstruck. “So?”

The shadow’s eyes narrowed into a disbelieving glare. “It was dead for a long time.”

“You’re gettin’ partipu - pertil - picky about what blood you’re drinking, now?”

If he were being frank, Elliott wasn’t sure why he was antagonizing the shadow. He’d been merciful so far in not maiming him. And Elliott couldn’t exactly say that if he’d left something out for the hours the rooster had been sitting, he would drink it, either.

But surely drinking blood wasn’t enjoyable in any sense.

Elliott pulled the bucket out from under the cow. Some feed stuck to the wetness of her nose which she cleaned off with a few swipes of her tongue. “I guess we’re done here,” Elliott said to her, but mostly to the shadow.

The shadow that had since disappeared from the stables.

Sighing, Elliott replaced the now three quarters filled bucket with the others as he shook his head. “Guess we are.”

----=----

They weren’t, but Elliott had expected that much.

Every other night, now, when Elliott was finishing his rounds he caught sight of the shadow leaning against the barn doors like it was an arrangement they’d agreed on. He’d finish locking up and meet him there where he’d open the doors and wave the shadow inside, direct him to one of the seven cows, and pretended it wasn’t abnormal. Every farmer had an odd case; a pair of horses that only fed at a specific time of day, cattle that grazed exclusively on the left side of the pasture, a herding dog that befriended and mothered ill lambs.

Elliott’s odd case was a vampire, but it was fine. Every farmer had an odd case. Some odder than others.

Things started to change on the evening Elliott had just left the stables unlocked. One of the pen’s posts had crumbled from age and the fences around it sagged too close to the dirt. It was a reminder that he’d have to put work into replacing them before the winter, or else he’d have a lot more work come spring. Like the dishes in the basin and the extra furniture still in the front of his house, that was a problem for tomorrow’s Elliott. He’d just repair the broken one for now.

He was just testing out the sturdiness of the new post when he noticed that the shadow was standing behind him. By then he was so used to the minor jump scares that he only just barely lost the hammer in his grip. It thumped onto the old, rotten fence post he’d left laying there and landed quietly in the grass.

“Lord - Jesus - Chri - you gotta stop doing that,” he told the shadow, hand over his heart.

Silence from the shadow. He’d gone back to his quiet pledge, not having spoken since their very short conversation in the stables.

Elliott was used to that, too, so shook his head and leaned down to pick up the hammer and the post. He could leave it to dry out on his porch, break it apart further and use it for tinder later. “I left the barn open,” he said when he saw that the shadow was still standing there.

“I know,” the shadow responded. Something flashed in his eyes, probably on account of how fast Elliott snapped up to look at him, not having expected an answer. It was some kind of struggle, Elliott imagined, because his mouth opened a second before he said anything. “Thank you.”

Elliott’s eyes widened. “I - uh. Y-yeah, you’re welcome. It’s fine. It’s - y’know, it’s better than you killing my chickens.”

That flash of something struck again. Elliott wanted to apologize. He genuinely didn’t want to offend the shadow, and he might have actually done it if he didn’t speak before him. “Why haven’t you told anyone?”

And that would have been smart, wouldn’t it? Letting the town know about the blood drinker in their woods. They could have helped Elliott a few dead birds earlier, rounded up enough of them for a search party - if they even believed him in the first place. But that would have involved killing the shadow, or running him off, and Elliott didn’t really enjoy the idea of that. In some kind of morbid way, through all of the heart-pounding meetings and stress-induced nightmares, he kind of liked the company. He’d probably miss it if it were gone.

Besides, the nightmares were really nothing new.

Still, he decided he wasn’t going to tell the other that. He just grinned, leaned up against the freshly repaired fence - very sturdy - and said, “I think I’ve got you handled.”

The shadow’s brow rose and he looked Elliott up and down, then finally back up again. “No,” is all he said.

The smile dropped from Elliott’s face but he didn’t say anything more on that, because, unfortunately, the shadow was being very fair. “Right, well,” he muttered, pushing off the fence. He was ready for bed. “Have a good night, then.”

“Are you Witt?” He was asked after a few paces.

Elliott paused, turned around slowly. “How’d you know about that?”

“I listen,” the shadow stated simply.

Looking around acres of empty land, Elliott wondered, to who? “Yeah, I - well, I’m one of them. Witt’s my last name, so there’s… Well, there’s been a few Witts.”

The other’s head cocked to one side. “Which Witt are you?”

The only one, really. “I’m Elliott.”

The shadow nodded, looking him over once more. “Good night, Elliott.”

All he did was stand there for a moment, blinking, too caught up on how his name sounded in the smooth whisper of the other’s voice. He’d never heard it be said like that before.

Then, finally, his brain caught up.

“Hey, wait,” he called, despite the shadow not having moved an inch. “That’s not very fair, now is it? I don’t get to know your name?”

He wouldn’t exactly say that the shadow was the teasing sort, but it did take numerous weeks to get a decent two-sided conversation out of him. Mostly, Elliott expected the same response from before. Another ‘no’ before he disappeared for a few nights again.

“Tae Joon,” was what he got, though.

Elliott tried it out for himself. “Tae Joon.”

The shadow’s head tilted further.

Elliott smiled, tipped his hat. “You have a good night, Tae Joon.”

He shifted the wooden post around for easier carrying and put his back to the shadow, knowing that if he turned around now he probably would find empty air. It was fine. Elliott knew he’d see him soon.

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yyyyeaahh this is what i’ve been putting off prompts for BIG oof :^((((

not sure when i’ll finish the rest of it tbh but here’s this for now i guess

#cryptage #apex legends #crypto #mirage #elliott witt #tae joon park

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k-llama-llama · 6 years ago

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Bodyguard

Monsta X AU: 8th member

Zoey x Monsta X

Zoey decides that she’s going to step up to protect the boys...no matter how small she it.

A/N: Please let me know if you like it!

I’m not sure if Tumblr has figured itself out yet…so if you need the masterlist link just DM me.

“There are fans everywhere.” Zoey announced, stepping back into the dressing room.

“Exactly. So why were you out there?” Shownu asked.

“I needed to pee.” She explained. “And there’s only public washrooms.”

They were currently back stage at a music festival. While the security was great in the area penned off for the idols, no one had though to provide washroom for the idols. Zoey had taken a guard with her, and he had stood outside the door, but she’d still made awkward eye contact with a number of fans. She’s never been so insecure about going to the bathroom in her life, but at least everyone had been respectful.

“We’re on soon.” Changkyun pointed out. “Should we go to the bathroom?” He asked the other guys.

“Together?” Minhyuk asked, looking cautious.

“So that security doesn’t need to make multiple trips.” Changkyun explained.

“Yeah, let’s go.” Kihyun sighed.

“Just leaving me here?” Zoey asked.

“You can’t come with us.” Hyungwon reminded. “It’s a men’s washroom.”

“Gender is a construct, so screw you.” She turned to Shownu. “Can I please come? I’ll stand outside the bathroom with the guards. Just to go for a walk?”

He looked uncertain, so she put on her best puppy dog eyes.

“Urgh, fine.”

“Yes!” She clapped. “Another adventure.”

Zoey walked next to Wonho as they ventured out into the public area. Fans were screaming, but the team of security around them kept the crowds away. When they reached the washroom, the boys went in and Zoey stood outside with the guard.

“It’s really busy, huh?” She said cheerfully.

The guard next to her nodded, eyes trained on the crowds that were swarming around them.

“It’s really loud.” Zoey continued. “But at least everyone seems to be in a good mood.”

A girl lunged for the door of the bathroom, and the guard beside Zoey leapt in front of her, blocking the door.

But she’d started a stampede all of a sudden the crowd was pushing towards the door of the washroom, and there were only three guards to keep them out. Zoey found herself standing just inside the entrance to the washroom, behind the two guards who were using their bodies to block the door.

“Zo? What’s happening?” Jooheon made to come around the corner.

“Stay in!” She pushed him back, out of view of the fans. If they saw them coming out, they might rush the doors. Why they hadn’t done that when Zoey had used the bathroom, she didn’t know, but she wasn’t about to let her boys get trampled by a mob.

Now that she was out of the chaos, she was better able to see what was happening. Though there was a huge crowd of people standing around the washroom, there were only maybe ten fans trying to push their way in. The guards were keeping them out, but seemed reluctant to push a bunch of teenage girls.

Luckily, Zoey had places to be and no such qualms.

She stepped out of the washroom.

“Zoey!” Wonho hissed.

She placed a hand on the security guards shoulder. “May I try something?”

“You should stay in, it isn’t safe.”

Zoey just smiled and patted his shoulder. “Let me give this a shot.”

She turned to the crowd of people blocking the exit. “Hey!” She shouted.

The crowd fell silent. The people forcing their way in stumbled slightly and stared at her in shock.

Zoey cleared her throat. “I get that you’re all excited to be here, but since I assume you all want to see the show later, Imma need you all to BACK OFF!”

Someone in the crowd cheered.

Zoey offered a tight smile, directing her gaze on the main offenders. “I was talking to you. Let’s all take two steps back, like we learned in kindergarten, and let these nice men do their jobs.

Some of them stepped back willingly, while some were pulled back by friends.

“Thank you.” She smiled. “We’ll be going now. Hope to see you all at the show later.”

She stepped back behind the guard. “We good to go?”

“I-I think so.” He stuttered.

Zoey nodded and peeked back into the bathroom. “Let’s go.”

The crowd still screamed as they came out, but they were able to huddle up in the middle and make their way back to the artist area without further incident.

“Holy shit, Zoey.” Changkyun exclaimed as they stepped into their tent. “That was amazing.”

“What was?” She asked. “I just told them to move.”

“Yeah, but you sounded so freaking evil.” Minhyuk told her. “Like, they couldn’t have fought back if they’d tried.”

“It was a little scary. I’ve gotta be honest.” Hyungwon told her.

“Please don’t ever get that mad at us.” Wonho begged.

Zoey laughed. “If I know you’re that scared of me, I might just do it more often.”

“Please don’t.” Changkyun shuddered.

She bit her lip. “The PR from that might not be great though.”

“Nah, it’ll be okay.” Shownu said. “It seems like most of the fans were in full support.”

“If you’re sure.” She said down in her chair and started fixing her hair. “Aren’t you glad I came to the bathroom with you, now?”

“Of course. But let’s not make a habit of it.” Kihyun shook his head.

“Urgh, whatever.” She rolled her eyes. “You guys better get someone on your hair, stat. We’re on stage in like twenty minutes, and you all look like you just survived a mob hit.”

“We kind of did.” Minhyuk pointed out.

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chnsfairy · 6 years ago

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even a shadow needs light to exist | bang chan

words ; 7,870

genre ; angst, and just kinda sad sorry

warnings ; language, um sad

a/n ; look this is my first long fic and i worked hard on it, i get its not the best out there and stuff but im kinda proud of it so thanks for reading if you do and sorry in advance,,, also hopefully this will show up in the tags this time yay

It’s like a memory.

Yet, it’s something completely different, because they don’t exist anymore, he doesn’t exist anymore, and the universe seems to want to torture you with that fact. The world’s funny like that isn’t it.

You catch glimpses of him periodically; sometimes as you pass by his studio, untouched as you’re too scared to set foot in it again, where you sometimes see him working at his computer. Always creating music he was, music in which the world will never be able to hear, music that once graced your ears and lulled you sleep throughout the painful nights. However, since then, you couldn’t bring yourself to listen to it nor anything else he’s made. It’s still too raw. Still too painful, the wound still fresh in your mind and in your heart.

But it’s not his fault, it’s not his fault the universe bestowed this ‘gift’ upon you. One that ends up causing so much pain on a daily basis. One where you could be simply eating breakfast or watching television, the times where you were almost at peace with the world, and seconds later he would walk out of what used to be your shared bedroom; curly hair atop his beautiful bare face and adorable dimples that made you want to cry at the sight of them and at the sight of him. Different memories would flood through your mind, you would remember his scent and his warmth when you would wake up in the mornings. How he would cling onto you with his arms until you would force him to get out of bed, and as soon as you found your way to the kitchen he would always return to his position by resting his chin on your shoulder as he wrapped his arms around your stomach. You would remember the late night kisses always full of love and compassion as you sat with him listening to music, talking about everything you could think of and sometimes nothing. You would just sit with each other and enjoy the company, the presence of one another was enough for you.

Sometimes you would cry, and sometimes you would squeeze your eyes shut in hope he’ll be gone by the time you open your eyes. He’s not there. That’s not him. It’s a curse you often think, but maybe it’s a blessing, or maybe it’s some cruel trick the universe wanted to play on you.

You thought you would’ve been used to it at this point, this occurring many times in the past and especially during your younger years. Nightmares. Your parents would classify them as.

Your head is playing tricks on you.

You just imagined it.

Scary daydreams, don’t worry.

Sure, maybe it was, but the seconds and blips you continue to see of people who shouldn’t be able to walk the earth anymore on a daily basis only made you worry and more anxious as time went by. Friends were starting to feel concerned as you jumped at the smallest things and freaked out about, well, nothing. It was impossible for them to see. How do you tell a person these things? How do you make them believe you? Truth is: you can’t. So, you don’t. You haven’t, and you suffer on your own.

So here you are, sitting in the corner of a small cafe, eating a warm muffin as you attempt to focus on your work. Trying to keep your mind busy, trying to think of anything but him and the others you see around. But it’s hard as the bustle of the small shop continues to drag your mind to different places, allowing your eyes to skim off your laptop and across the sea of strangers. Although, some really aren’t strangers at this point. You’ve been visiting the coffee shop more than you ever have in the past, it’s become an escape from your apartment and nowadays you feel it’s better to be anywhere but there. Sure, it can be loud, especially in the mornings where the rushing college students and workers attempt to wake themselves up from the dead feeling of sleep. Yet that loudness is almost soothing, it’s nice to see people being able to get up in the morning with a purpose and goal. You, unfortunately, lost that some time ago; and sometimes you envy those who haven’t.

As the days go by, you’ve continuously recognized these strangers that aren’t, exactly, strangers anymore. For example, there’s always this small group of teenagers that pour into the shop on Fridays, they laugh and talk the day away until one of them has to leave; causing a chain reaction after that as they head home. There’s also a couple that sometimes comes in around lunchtime, they usually order the same thing before leaving after a couple hours. You’ve noticed things over the past couple weeks that probably only a barista who works here would notice, you’ve seen the different groups and types of people come in and out of the cafe. Day in and day out, people have routines, people have lives, and you’ve come to recognize more and more of them. There are then the ones who, well, shouldn’t be here. At least you shouldn’t be able to see them. The small blips they have as they fracture in and out of existence in front of your eyes and your eyes alone. One being an elderly lady with her silver hair up in a tight bun, wearing a floral patterned dress and sandals, sometimes you see her walking her dog down the street and other times she’s sitting peacefully by the window staring off into space. Those are some of the less painful ones, other times you catch a glance of this little boy, no older than five, in a school uniform sitting on a bench outside. He always looks like he’s waiting for something, someone, and unfortunately that person probably never ended up arriving.

Throughout all that time you’ve also grown accustomed to the barista that always seems to be working when you arrive. “Han Jisung”, you read aloud his name tag during your first visit.

“Yep! And your name…?” He had asked motioning to the pen and cup he held in his hand.

“Oh um, it’s y/n,” The lack of social contact you’ve had over the past couple weeks, as well as the just excruciating pain you’ve got through, has lowered some built up confidence and self-esteem. “Sorry” you had then muttered as you fumbled through your mess of a bag, takeout receipts littering the bottom as well as an almost empty chapstick tube and a couple coins. You pulled out your wallet before handing over the amount due to the man in front of you, who gave you a bright smile as he handed you your change. On a cloudy day, one might mistake him for the sun if it wasn’t for his work attire, his fluffy grey-slightly blonde hair and plump cheeks just made him shine even more compared to everyone else in the shop.

Since that time he’s almost always working the register when you arrive at the cafe, smiling and talking with customers, cracking jokes here and there; just being a delight. It wouldn’t be completely wrong to say that at this point in your life you were the complete opposite of him, as you’ve attempted to hide from the world for the time being. Having as little social interactions as possible, the only ones being with the delivery man and well, Jisung. You weren’t expecting nor planning to make a friend anytime soon but I guess the stars aligned and it was just a perfect moment for not only you but him as well.

Jisung was in his third year of college, where he was studying to get his degree in music. He’s always been in love with the beautiful sounds people call music that he’s heard since he was a child, so when he got older he started creating himself. Jisung wanted to show the world his music and meaningful lyrics to anyone he could, he would find himself lost in his computer late at night not bothering to watch the clock tick past three am. Nowadays though, he never seems to be anywhere but class, the cafe where he works or locked up in his dorm/studio working on something. He’s rarely out anymore and his friends often go weeks without seeing him, and at this point, they’ve deemed this type of lifestyle completely unhealthy. They’ve tried to get him out of this funk he’s in, inviting him to parties and movies, but nothing seems to work anymore. So at some point, they just kinda stopped, but that’s ok; Jisung rathers it to be this way.

Neither of you are exactly sure when this weird friendship started if that’s even a way to classify it, as he just feeds you coffee and sweets and you simply keep him company when things get slow. Maybe it started the first day you stopped by when you made some witty remark and had Jisung laughing for a good five minutes, or maybe it was when he decided to stop by your table to ask what you were doing.

“Trying not to focus on too many things,” you said before turning back to your laptop and murmuring “or people.”

“Well that’s probably hard in a noisy place like this,” Jisung replied, it had been just two weeks of your visiting this small cafe that he worked at and you always piqued his interest. You always looked on edge, as if you were avoiding something, possibly someone; and it never seemed like you had anywhere else to go. It was like you were always here, were you hiding from something? He constantly asked himself these questions as the days went by and you continued to sit in your little corner of the world. Sure he’s had regular customers before but that was different, they’d come in, order and then head off to school or work. The regular evening crowd would be mainly college students trying to get homework done somewhere other than their dorm. But you, you never left, well that might be exaggerating it a bit but you really were constantly there. Not that he didn’t mind, it just…worried him a little. So that’s why one day two weeks after your first showing he decided to make conversation, not only did it seem like you needed it but he did too.

“Want some company?” He asked, slowly sliding into the seat across from you, your gaze never left his face as you sat there puzzled, you were just kind of confused about this whole situation. Doesn’t mean sitting in a corner mean you want to hide from everyone? Doesn’t it just shout ‘go away’? Clearly not anymore, and this man is proving that to you more and more every day.

“Um, aren’t you supposed to be working?” You asked carefully, you found yourself irritated and slightly intimidated by this sunshine in front of you. It’s been a while since you’ve made any decent conversation but you guess it’s better than thinking about him, or continuously staring at what seems like nothing to the naked eye.

“I’m on a break right now,” Jisung stated a matter of factly before checking his watch, “and I’ve got five minutes.”

“And you came over here because…?” You asked him, still confused but distracted from most things nonetheless so it wasn’t a total loss talking to him.

“Because you seem like you need a friend, and… well, I wanted to ask why you’re always here,” he looked up to see your face in a slight frown before shaking his head to rephrase his previous statement. “N-not that it’s a bad thing! It’s just unusual you know? I’ve come to recognize people who come and go a lot but no one just stays here throughout most of the day so I’m wondering if you’re ok…?”

“And what place are you in to be asking me that?” You argued, not feeling in the mood to talk with somebody, a complete stranger nonetheless, about your problems. “Well, clearly I’m in no position to tell you really anything but you seem like you’re not doing to well, and we’ve all been there.”

“Not here you haven’t.” You gritted through your teeth, at this point you just wanted this conversation to be over and done with, you were gaining nothing from it and you didn’t really feel like talking to anyone anyway. Your drink was cold at this point and it would be better to leave. And if someone had really noticed you after all this time maybe it would be best to find another place to spend your time.

“Ok, maybe not��but well-”

“Just what do you want?!” You screamed at him, the sudden outburst caused the few other customers in the cafe to look your way, Jisung gave them a smiled and waved them off in apology before turning back to you. He was unsure of what to say, maybe it was a mistake to come over here; he wasn’t too sure as to why he did it himself.

“I-I, um, w-well-”

You interrupted him before he could finish his thought.

“My best friend, the love of my life, is fucking dead and I’d rather not be at home, it doesn’t even feel like home anymore, ok?” You felt sick to your stomach, it was the first time those words fell out of your mouth, the first time you finally admitted it to yourself, and you felt yourself choke up from all the repressed emotion building up at once, and your eyes started to water slightly.

“It’s fucking torture so why don’t you mind your own business and get back to work, your break should be over right?” You were fuming, and you suddenly felt like running away from the whole world, what was the point without your other half? The person that kept you grounded, the one reason you had to keep living in this horrible world and he’s gone now. There was nothing you could do about it except watch his remains the universe left for you in blips of time, continuously fading in and out of existence. The exact same pain you’ve lived with your entire life but it was never this traumatic, the world is a tease, he’s right there and yet he’s never there at the same time. You’ve never felt the excruciating pain of losing someone so important and so close, and now that you have you don’t even know what to do with yourself.

What Jisung saw day after day as you locked yourself away by plugging your headphones in and typing furiously away at your computer, always just looking dead. There was no other way to describe it, sometimes you ate, sometimes you didn’t but you never looked fully alive. It was like you were only partially there, unbothered by the happenings around you as you sit there being…alive. It didn’t look like, nor did it feel like to you, living anymore; you felt so empty.

He himself knew what that felt like, it may not have been as horrible as the experience you’re going through but at one time or another, he’s known the feeling. So he saw someone in need, someone who needed a friend and maybe, just maybe, he needed one too.

So when saw you quickly shoving everything back in your bag he immediately felt horrible, he had poked around too much where it wasn’t his place to poke, he felt like he had to do something to make it up to you. Or apologize at least, he couldn’t leave feeling this guilty.

“No, please don’t go I’m sorry, you were right. It wasn’t my place to be asking you these questions,” He attempted to stop you but it was too late now, you wanted out of here and you were going to do anything to achieve that. “Um, this may be inappropriate at this point but I’m really sorry for your loss.” Jisung looked up at you as you swung your bag over your shoulder, tears were spilling out of your eyes at this point and he wasn’t exactly sure of what to do. Frantically he grabbed a napkin and awkwardly offered it to you, you ignored his gesture and shoved straight passed him and through the front doors, passed the fading elderly lady and down the block and the boy sitting on the bench. By now, Jisung couldn’t even run after you to apologize, his break was over and he was being motioned over back behind the counter. Full of regret, Jisung walked slowly towards the register and continued with his shift, he was slightly dazed from the previous conversation. It was unexpected, to say the least, he didn’t at all predict what you were going to say to be that dark and serious; and above everything else he was feeling he felt absolutely horrible, he upset you, a stranger nonetheless. You didn’t even know each other but he still felt like he owed you something for putting his nose your business like that, he just hoped that you would come back to give him that chance.

After four painful days locked up in your cold and empty apartment, you finally decided to take another visit to the cafe, in the moment all you had felt was anger but the guilt had been gnawing at your stomach ever since the conversation you had with Jisung. You felt absolutely horrible, you had no right to yell at him for that, he was just being kind. An incredibly kind soul he was, and you felt downright terrible for yelling at him like that. But you were too scared to confront him about it, you were never good with talking to people anyway; he was always there to help you with that stuff. But now, you’ve got no one to offer you support, sometimes, it almost feels like you’ve been abandoned, and you know that’s not the case. You had no control over what happened, and with whatever the universe decided to give you, you may never come to terms with what happened if he always seems to be everywhere. Always appearing and disappearing throughout existence, at your worst it felt like he was haunting you, but without a present state of mind in him, that was clearly not the case.

When Jisung saw you enter the cafe he immediately felt better, it put a smile on his face to see you return. After day two he was worried he scared you away for good, he didn’t want to go throughout his day knowing he’s the reason for your never returning. Similar to you, he felt completely guilty for what he said and wanted to do something to make it up to you. So he quickly stood up from his stool and watched you shyly walk over to the counter, scratching the back of your neck as you contemplated on what to say.

“I should apologi-”

“I’m really sorry!”

Jisung was shocked by your sudden burst, he thought you were just going to completely ignore him and return to your corner once again. Instead, you’re apologizing to him? Before he even got a chance? He’s the one at fault right? He stood there staring at you dumbfounded for a couple seconds, the atmosphere had become awkward as he realized he hadn’t said anything in response. You were worried you did something wrong, maybe you should leave again, he doesn’t care about you - he barely knows you.

“W-why are you apologizing to me? It’s supposed to be the other way around!”

Fumbling around with the smooth leather bracelet around your wrist you slowly looked up at Jisung who had a confused look planted across his face.

“Because well, because you didn’t deserve me being so rude to you, your heart was in the right place, and I...I was just being a dick.”

“I-I, um, sorry I don’t really know what to say now, initially I was going to apologize but it just feels weird now,” Jisung still felt as terrible as ever, here you were, looking almost scared as you stood in front of him; fidgeting with your fingers you stayed silent. “But I’m still sorry, so I hope you can forgive me for being a bit nosy.”

“You know what, fuck this let’s start over,” You said before sticking your hand out, “So my name is y/n, my life is pretty fucked up right now and I’m not in the best place and I choose to be here rather than my apartment, and...yeah...that’s about it.”

Jisung took your hand and gave you a small smile, “Well then it’s nice to properly meet you, let’s hope I don’t mess up this time around, yeah?”

Two weeks ago you would’ve hit yourself for letting another person in your life, in the end, it only causes you pain so what’s the point anymore? You weren’t necessarily planning on making any friends anytime soon, and you would’ve been a burden to them in this state anyway. But then Jisung popped into your life, and he was suddenly a friendly face in a crowd of strangers. Sure, the first interaction between the two of you was a bit off-putting and unexpecting for anything else to happen after that, to say the least. But after a while to two continued to make small conversation as your time spent in the cafe grew longer, and especially as the weather got colder.

The small coffee shop turned into a more welcoming space than your apartment had been in weeks, the familiar smell of espresso beans, spices and pastries became something of a calming scent. The barrier you’ve placed around you breaks apart slowly when you enter, it’s like you feel safer? If that’s even a way to put it. Sometimes though, you feel absolutely horrible thinking all these things, without your other half next to you you’re not sure if it’s right anymore. You’re not sure if you’re ever going to be able to move on from what happened; especially if it, no he, continues to just somehow exist. It’s not fair. Why does the world seem to want to do this to you? Haven’t you gone through enough already?

Pushing your thoughts aside you attempt to focus on the moment now, where you find yourself sitting on a stool behind the counter. You’re not exactly sure how you ended up back here, you guess Jisung convinced you it would be fine and that his boss was pretty laid back so you wouldn’t get in trouble. Although his coworker, Hyunjin, thought otherwise. Hyunjin was usually making the drinks with all the fancy machines behind Jisung, instead of working the register, so the two of you had only exchanged very few words over the past couple weeks. But you had become familiar with blonde, you learned that he was a dance major at the same college Jisung was attending, and that he was surprisingly very clingy to his friend.

“Jisungie~ y/n’s taking you away from meee.” He whined one day, you had been sitting in the back behind the counter reading a book you had brought in that day. Minding your own business and chatting with Jisung about his school work from time to time, and clearly, Hyunjin hadn’t been getting the attention that he wanted.

“Jinnie, we’re friends leave y/n be.” Jisung laughed as Hyunjin clung onto his back, luckily there were no customers that needed to be tended to at the time so the two had some time to goof off.

It was nice to have these lights in your life, until now, it felt like a never-ending black hole. You never seemed to feel at peace with anything anymore and nothing brought you happiness, at least now, a rare smile can be seen forming across your lips. As time went by and the more you grew to know Jisung the more he reminded you of, well, him. His love and adoration for music alone was enough, and sometimes you would catch him writing lyrics in a small notebook during his break, reminding you of the small book of never seen before lyrics lies untouched in your apartment. You had planned on reading through it, but maybe it was still too soon to go do that. So you ended up setting it aside for another time.

The first time Jisung showed you a song he was working on you burst into tears in the middle of the cafe, luckily it was basically empty so you didn’t draw much attention to yourself. You were surprised nonetheless, confused as to why it’s bringing you to tears maybe it reminded you of the past too much. How you would always get demos of new songs before anyone else got a chance to listen to them, you always treasured those moments and it felt weird, almost wrong, spending them with someone else.

“y-y/n, um, what’s wrong? Are you ok? Did I do something?” Jisung had already made you angry once and now that he was the cause of your sudden sadness he wasn’t sure what he should do. Immediately closing his laptop he pulled you towards him and wrapped his arms around you, you just stood there stiffly as tears still pooled out of your eyes.

“Look, I’m sorry about...that...whatever that was, I feel really bad but I hope you know that you can talk to me about things if you want,” Neither of you had moved, your arms stayed frozen and your sides as his squeezed you even tighter. “Look we may not have known each other for very long but you’re really interesting and fun to talk and hang out with. I would love to help you get through whatever is going on in your life, but you can’t keep building all that pent up emotion inside of you, it’s not healthy.”

“You won’t believe me even if I tell you.” You whispered, there’s only one other person who knew about the things you’ve seen, but he’s gone now and there’s no one else to help you go through that anymore. You’ve thought about telling Jisung, out of everyone you’d assume he would understand you the most. Maybe even believe you, unlike your family and old friends you laughed at you when you told them.

“Well, we won’t know that until you explain it, now will we?” Jisung finally let you of you, still standing right in front of you he turned to check the clock. “How about this: after my shift is over I’ll walk you home, you can choose to talk or not to talk, whatever you want. But I’ll listen the entire time and only talk when you’re done, ok?”

Without saying anything you nodded your head and sat back down, pulling out your book once again as Jisung went to go help a customer. Although you were staring at these words on the pages of this book you found yourself not reading them, you continued thinking about what you were going to say to him if you found the confidence in yourself to even explain these things. You lost faith in most of humanity some time ago, and you’ve always had very few friends, but there was only one that completely understood you and believed everything you told him. So it’s been a while since you’ve trusted someone and much as you did him, but Jisungs been nothing but kind to you. So maybe, just maybe, you’ve found someone who won’t go running for the hills when he finds out about these weird things you see daily. You hope at least.

It was already 6:30 before you knew it, night time was creeping over the buildings outside as it engulfed the entire city in darkness. The evening crew was filing in through the back, getting ready to take over the other two’s jobs as they prepared to head home. You stood by the front doors as Jisung grabbed the rest of his stuff from a locker in the very back on the shop, still going over in your head what you should even say to him.

“Ready?” You looked up to see Jisung already holding the door open, motioning you to step out into the cold February air. You nodded your head before walking outside and to the left, it was only a ten-minute walk from here back to your apartment and you didn’t feel like being out in the cold for very long.

The two of you walked side by side for a couple minutes in silence before you finally pulled up the courage to start this dreaded conversation. Still, as anxious as ever, you took a deep breath before you started to speak.

“As you know, um, m-my best friend, my rock, my e-everything,” You already felt tears starting to well up in your eyes, after a couple seconds you felt a warm hand grip onto yours. Looking up, you saw Jisung give you a small smile on encouragement to keep talking, giving your hand a quick squeeze.

“He died.” You’re breath hitched as a single tear fell down your cheek, and you watched as the cold air turned your breath into steam in front of you, still trying your best to remain calm.

��It was painful to find him, you know? Heart attack, they told me after the paramedics came. It was apparently too late to do anything about it at that point too,” a sad smile found itself on your face as you thought back to that day. “You remind me of him a lot, you should know, and maybe that’s why I find myself trusting you.” Jisung nodded his head, staying silent just as he promised.

“Now this next part you’re not going to believe me, I’m telling you that now,” You took another right as you crossed the empty street, only hearing a single car in the distance of this quiet neighborhood you live in.

“Do you believe in the supernatural?” You asked Jisung, looking at him in hopes of some sort of positive response.

“It depends,” he said. “Should I?”

A small chuckle escaped your soon to be frozen lips, shaking your head a little you look up at the night sky.

“You know, nowadays, when I lift my head up I can’t see any stars,” The night was cloudy, and yet the brightness of the moon still shown through it all. “Jisung what do you think happens to the place where a person dies?”

Shrugging his shoulders, Jisung kept walking by your side, hanging onto every word you say.

“All that stuff where people say the final resting place is the grave is just a bunch of bullshit,” At this point, you weren’t shaking anymore and words were falling out of your mouth before you had a chance to stop them or even think. You weren’t sure where this sudden feeling of anger and annoyance came from, maybe you were just finally fed up with the world. “And I know, cause I’ve seen it with my own eyes. Everybody who’s died stays there, repeating things over and over again as they continuously fade throughout time and existence. They don’t leave no matter how much I hate it and I can’t communicate with them no matter how much I want to. My apartment is torturous now! He’s always there, with his stupid perfect face and stupid smile! And I can’t do shit about it!” You were yelling now, waving your hands about as fought the incoming tears that threatened to spill down your face.

“Hey, hey y/n, shhh calm down,” Jisung whispered as he held your arms down at your sides so you wouldn’t accidentally wack him in the face, your cheeks were now red from yelling and possibly from the cold. “Why don’t we get you home, yeah?”

“You don’t believe me.” You froze in your spot, you knew it, it was a stupid idea to tell him. You shouldn’t be able to trust anybody anymore.

“Now that’s not true at all, surprisingly, I do. But I feel like you should get home and eat something.” Jisung started guiding you down the street, slowly you nodded your head as you started to walk with him in silence.

“I’m never at peace anymore you know,” Your voice was so faint, any quieter and Jisung wouldn’t have been able to hear it. “It’s like I’m hiding from something that doesn’t exist.” Turning on his heel Jisung stood directly in front of you, he held onto your shoulders causing you to stop moving as you looked up at him.

“What?” You asked, slightly irritated.

“Visit his grave,” You looked at him with such a confused and pain filled look on your face. “Maybe going there will help you come to terms with what happened, ever thought of that?” You stared at your feet, slightly embarrassed and a bit annoyed. Of course you thought of going, why wouldn’t you? But he’s right, you never went. Because you didn’t want to face the truth quite yet, and if it weren’t for Jisung you might never have. You stayed silent and walked passed him, unsure of what to say you headed straight for the door of your apartment complex. But before you could get inside Jisung grabbed your arm and turned you around.

“What if I go with you?” He asked, hoping for a response but you instead stayed quiet, staring at your feet as you stood in the cold air. “Tomorrow I have off, I’ll be here to pick you up around ten-ish, ok?”

“Why are you doing this?” Jisung gave you a quick smile before taking a couple steps back down the street.

“Because I know that you deserve to be happier than you are now,” You almost ran after him but fought against it. “And I wanna do everything in my power to make that happen! Goodnight y/n!” Jisung then took off across the street and out of your sight, stunned, you stood outside in the cold for a couple more seconds. Replaying the previous conversation in your head. It was one of the first times that someone didn’t freak out or run away immediately when you told them about these people you still saw, and you were incredibly grateful for that.

Unlocking the door to your apartment you were welcomed by the familiar smell of him, and the always eerie silence without him there to engulf you in a hug for your return home. Luckily he was nowhere to be seen at this time so you walked over to your half empty fridge and opened it, there wasn’t much inside as you expected. Closing it and walking over to a cupboard you grabbed the last bag of chips you had and found yourself sitting on the couch staring out the window and up at the sky. Still nothing. Just the clouds in the moon, so turning to the TV you flipped through Netflix before deciding on some movie to watch in the meantime.

At some point, you’re not sure when you fell asleep on the couch with the movie still playing in the background. When you finally came to the clock read 10:47, there was no chance of you falling back asleep in your bed now. Suddenly, the sound of footsteps could be heard in the studio down the hallway, freezing in your place you tried not to look over, just focus on the TV, you thought to yourself.

“What have you done to me…” You asked yourself as you continued to stare at the television, although you weren’t actually paying attention to whatever was happening on the screen, your mind was occupied with other things at the moment. Mainly, fighting the urge to look down the hallway, even though you know what you’ll see you still can’t help yourself.

Fortunately, by the time you turn your head he’s already gone, disappearing again only you’ll know he’ll be back at some point or another. ‘Why not move?’ One might ask, but being a broke graduate who’s still trying to pay back student debts you can’t afford to move, and even if you could you’re unsure if you would even want to. You would end up leaving behind so many memories of this place, the smiles and laughter the two of you shared here over the years would belong to someone else, and you didn’t want to do that.

After a couple hours, you found yourself dragging your feet across the cold wooden floor and into your bedroom, with your bed still unmade from the previous night you stripped off your clothes from the day and into a comfortable t-shirt and pair of shorts before you finally climbed into bed and under the covers. Sleep wasn’t welcoming you quick enough and it let your mind wander for a while. You thought about how long it had been since you’ve had a friend like Jisung and how he was one of the kindest humans you’ve met in a while. Now the line between strangers and friends has definitely been crossed but you wouldn’t consider yourself that close to him, you have fun hanging out and all but you don’t think you’re ready to pour out all your fears and secrets to him yet. Which is quite hypocritical as you basically just emptied out your heart in front of him, he even walked you home so maybe you were closer to him than once anticipated. Whatever it was, you were glad to have somebody like him back in your life. Soon, sleep took over your body has the clock read 2:24, earlier than you had thought and earlier than most nights, you gratefully fell asleep in hope that the nightmares would leave you be tonight. You’ve had enough for once.

Coffee mug in hand, and a bouquet of flowers on your left, you sat on the stairs leading up to your apartment complex - it was a quarter after ten and you were worried Jisung forgot about you. Right as you were getting ready to turn around and go back inside a silver car pulled up on your block, and as the window rolled down you could see Jisung sitting in the inside - music blasting through the speakers. He was wearing a simple grey sweatshirt and a black jacket over it, his grey-blonde hair still messy from the previous night of sleep.

Jisung waved his hand before leaning over and opening the passenger side door, relief rushed through you as you walked over to the car and as climbed into the seat next to him. Jisung turned down the radio and turned to you as you buckled your seat belt and put down your coffee mug in a cup holder next to you.

“Sorry I was a bit late I was busy getting that,” Jisung laughed a little before he pointed to behind him in the back of the car, where around five more bouquets of flowers and a couple wreaths sat. “I couldn’t decide on what flowers to get so I just kinda asked them to choose and stuff so-”

“Jisung, y-you didn’t have to do that...you don’t even have to take me there yet here you are being the sweetest human being.” You sat there astounded at the array of flowers that lay behind you.

“Well, it feels right and I wanted to,” Jisung scratched the back of his neck before he faced the front once again and turned the music back up. “You ready?”

“Probably not.” Jisung shrugged and smiled at you.

“That’s ok, no one ever is, are they?”

Looking down at your lap where you placed your small bouquet you gave yourself a sad smile and Jisung started driving down the street - music playing in the background you whispered only loud enough for yourself to hear.

“No, I guess not.”

The graveyard is quiet on a Friday morning, in the distance you can see few families gathering together to honor their passed loved ones. Surprisingly you can also see those who have already passed, some stand next to their family as they smile at them, others seem to be wandering aimlessly through the grass and trees further away. You shook your head and attempted to pay them no mind, Jisung and you were a bit too busy carrying flowers to think of anything else at this moment anyway.

You passed multiple rows of graves before you found a spot that was even remotely familiar, at this point you felt your breath grow heavy and your legs started to feel like they were being weighed down by chains. Your arms dropped everything you were carrying without a care in the world as soon as your eyes landed on the tombstone, the truth is, you hadn’t seen it until this point. Now, you felt your knees buckle under you as you heard a worried Jisung cry out your name. But you were too busy focusing on what laid in front of you.

Here Lies

Christopher Bang

A beloved son, brother, friend and lover.

Soon the tears started to fall and they seemed to have no plan on stopping, burying your face in your hands, the sounds of what could only be sobbing erupted from your mouth. You really weren’t prepared to see this, it felt too real, maybe up until now everything felt a bit surreal. Maybe, given time, you could’ve convinced yourself that it was all a bad dream. But now, being here, it all came crashing down on you at once. He really is gone.

You felt the warm presence of Jisung sit down next to you, he placed his hand on your back and took your hand in his.

“I’m gonna go back and get some stuff from the car, who knows, maybe it’ll be good for you to sit here on your own for a bit,” You could hear Jisung stand back up and take a couple steps back, face still buried in your hands you hear the wind rustle the grass and trees around you. “I’ll be back in a bit.” Jisung’s footsteps grew faint as the seconds ticked by and as you finally looked back up at the tombstone in front of you.

“Well, it sure has been a while hasn’t it Chan…” The distant conversations people are having as well as the rare chirp from a nearby bird seem to be the only other noise you can hear other than yourself. Sitting cross-legged on the grass you found yourself playing with a small rose in your hands, unsure of what to do - or say.

“You know, I’m not sure if you would be disappointed or proud of me at this point. For starters I haven’t really done much at all since well, you know...but I did make a friend. Yeah I know, I’m surprised too. But he reminds me a lot of you, he’s like a younger version more or less. He makes music too, and it’s honestly really good, you two would hit it right off if you met. Maybe you could’ve made something together, I don’t know.” You found that the tears had slowed down now, a few droplets fell only every so often.

“I can imagine what you would be saying to me right now, ‘time goes, and we can’t change what happens’ probably something under those lines. But still, without you here I keep wondering if ‘should I just give up?’ Before I lost my mind, the one who stood in front of me was always you. You always held onto me and told me to hold on a little longer, these days, starting to feel better is my one wish, it’s what I’m thinking about mostly but I’m not sure on how to fulfill that without you.” You sniffed and looked up at the sky, reading the words over and over again became too painful to do anymore.

“Y-you know I always told you you were gonna make it one day but look where we are now, honestly I think it should’ve been me, not you. You still had so much to offer the world.”

“y/n don’t you ever talk about yourself like that,” Whipping your head around you saw that Jisung had now returned with a couple more wreaths and flowers to decorate with. “I’m pretty sure Chan would tell you the same thing.”

“I-” You started in protest.

“No don’t say anything, help me with these, yeah?” He motioned to the pile of bouquets the two of you had brought, slowly standing up and wiping your jeans you walked over and grabbed one of the small wreaths of flowers before placing it directly in the middle of the tombstone. Nodding your head in satisfaction you turn back around you help Jisung with the rest, placing them in different spots and you almost ended up covering the entire front. When looking from a distance it really stands out compared to everyone else, it was quite a display and you were pretty happy with it. Chan would’ve liked this. You thought before stepping back and admiring your ten minutes of work, a smile found itself plastered on your face as a few tears still dropped down your cold cheeks.

“You know,” Jisung started as he found a spot standing next to you. “Shadows need light to exist, so don’t worry, you’ll get through this.” A soft chuckle was heard from you as you nodded your head and wiped your face of any remaining tears.

“Chan would’ve said that too,” You took the small rose you had been holding and planted a small kiss on the top of it before settling it in front of the grave. “Always one with words he was.”

“You ready?” Taking a few steps back you turned to Jisung and nodded your head, slowly walking passed him and down the hill, pass the wanders and other families all the way back to the car - Jisung only a couple steps behind you.

“Thank you for this,” You said as you closed the door on your side of the car. “Really, it means a lot.” Jisung turned the keys and started the engine before smiling at you.

“Anytime, y/n.”

The car pulled out of the small parking lot and through the gates, you took one more look of the hill now behind you. A small gasp escaped your lips as you could see Chan sitting ever so calmly next to his grave, picking up the rose you left before looking back up at the sky. The wind running through his blonde curls as you could clearly see a content smile across his face. He looked happy.

“y/n, you ok?” Jisung asked, looking back one more time you could see that Chan had disappeared once again, the small red rose now flying in the wind.

“Oh yeah, everything will be just fine.”

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