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kassandras-one-braincell · 3 years

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Soma x Fem!Reader - Fit for a Queen

Soma’s overworking herself on her exquisitely lovely throne, so you take it upon yourself to distract your lover in the best way you know… Tits. Basically, steamy romantic throne sex. [explicit]

Can be found on AO3 here.

Contains: cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, throne sex stuff

Minors DNI.

Regally, Soma flicks through a stack of parchment atop her throne, leaning back with an ankle resting on her knee: a powerful stance for a powerful woman. A chorus of tuts and curses steadily leaves her lips as document after document joins a hasty discard pile. She sighs, thumb running over the corners of the papers in her hand, realising the stack hasn’t shortened much over the hours passed. Alas, she presses on, a warrior’s hand brushing back her raven locks. Jarlskona to the end.

It’s the beautiful throne making it seem as if you’re observing not a lord, but a king. The oak is polished to perfection, ornate antlers carved from the wood meandering around the masterly crafted frame. Steel rivets hammered into the frame with precision, a Sami shield embossed into each metal diamond – a nod to Soma’s heritage that she holds with pride. Draped across the seat is the fur of a great grey wolf; you vividly remember the day she felled it, mocking a pompous nobleman who presented her with a much less impressive fur as a token of affection when requesting her hand in matrimony.

But as lovely as your woman looks on her throne, you’d much rather her curl up beside you in bed.

Grantebridge is wholly silent with sleep, the sun having set a small eternity ago. Even the alehouse no longer bustles with livelihood. Darkness blankets the sky, the only light in the longhouse stemming from a few candles next to Soma, the weather too humid for a hearth.

However, the summer heat is no rival to the warmth that had unexpectedly crept up on you perhaps an hour heretofore, leaving a dissatisfying ache between your legs that only Soma could ever relieve you of. Unfortunately for you, it’s becoming abundantly obvious that your lord intends to work until the birds tweet their morning song.

Impatient, you loosen the strings of your flowy nightgown until the fabric slips from your shoulders, exposing your clavicle in a tantalising manner. You smile as the thin cream garment struggles to keep you modest, the hem balancing on your bosom, nipples pert with arousal peaking underneath the soft cotton. The delicate scent of lavender crests your skin from your earlier bath. She won’t be able to resist me.

From your shared bedchamber’s doorframe you path towards her. Softly, you call out, “Soma, come to bed, my love.”

She only tosses two more sheets of parchment to the floor. “I’ll be with you soon, äskling.”

Pouting, you saunter over and perch on the sturdy arm of the throne. “It’s too late to be working. The whole town’s asleep,” you murmur, reaching for her hand. Soma, gaze still fixed on her work, presses a kiss to your knuckles.

“Believe me, love, I wish I could burn this whole pile,” she mutters.

“So do it.” She smiles. “You’re in charge – who’s going to stop you?”

Soma chuckles. “If only it was that easy.”

“Surely, though, it shouldn’t fall to you to filter through these blasted things,” you frown. “I mean, land taxes are hardly of the same importance as…Ethel’s broken loom?” She doesn’t protest when you pluck the angrily drafted letter from the stack and tear it in half.

“The old bat’s terribly sentimental, bless her.”

“Still, you have advisors for this, Soma.”

Finally, she glances up from her work. Her brow quirks when she finds her eyes level with your breasts, courtesy of your position on the throne’s arm, and she sets down the parchment with a smirk.

“It seems,” she begins, interest piqued, gaze trailing up from your cleavage to your lips, “that I’ve been neglecting my good lady’s needs.” She reclines on the seat, uncrossing her leg and widening her stance in a way so inviting, so sapphic.

You smile, feigning innocence. “I was just trying to persuade you to get some rest, is all, my love.”

“That’s all, aye?”

“Well…” Soma gathers the skirt of your nightgown in her hand and slowly hikes it up to your thigh, running her marred fingers along your supple flesh as she does so. “I was hoping to get you off that bloody chair first.”

“Hmm, perhaps I was hoping to have you on this ‘bloody chair’,” she lowly chuckles, guiding you onto her lap.

“Oh?” You lower yourself until you’re straddling her thighs, lips wonderfully aligned with hers. One of her hands remains on your hip, exposing your bare leg to the night’s breeze, while the other finds purchase on your waist.

Soma’s voice comes in a sultry mantra; one you find yourself drunk on, the strongest and sweetest mead to ever intoxicate you. “Tell me, love, have you ever been plowed on a throne?”

Biting your lip, you breathe out, “Can’t say I have, no.” The notion of being taken on a seat of power, by the personification of power, is certainly alluring. And for a woman of lordly standing to resort to such common vocabulary, promising you a delicious tinge of roughness…everything seems perfectly debauched. A wave of warmth washes over you.

Wordlessly, she dips her mouth down to the bust of your nightgown, tugging at the strings with her teeth, loosening the dress in one fluid motion until it pools around your waist, your upper body bare. You suck in a breath, pulse deafening with arousal.

“Gorgeous,” Soma murmurs into your throat, lips ghosting over your neck until they reach yours. You bridge the gap with a soft moan of her name, relishing the bittersweet flavour of beer lingering on her lips. She sighs into your mouth when you thread your fingers in her dark hair, physically relaxing when you massage the tension from her scalp. Deepening the kiss, she holds your frame flush against her, the grip on your waist urging your hips to buck into her, the gentle friction driving you mad.

Needing her lower, you tighten your grip on her hair. With a groan she rakes her teeth down your neck, rendering your mind blank. She caresses your thigh, fingers snaking over its apex until they near your aching sex. In yearning, your hips undulate against her, silently begging her to touch you, to take care of you. Soma harshly sucks a mark into your clavicle as if to chastise you, refusing to relent until a whimper escapes your kiss-swollen lips.

“Please, Soma,” you whisper, a touch of desperation seeping into your voice.

“Shh, I know,” comes her reply, fingers deftly stroking your quim at long last. You gasp as she languidly draws a stiff nipple into her hot mouth, tongue swirling around the peak, thumb pressing a blinding circle into your clit. Soma watches as your eyes close, surrendering to bliss, repeating the motions in perfect synchronisation until you’re chasing her for more.

Her fingers are drowning in your slick by the time she finally sinks a digit into you, lips kissing the top of your breast as you part your thighs to take her as deep as possible. With another swipe of her thumb on your clit she adds a second, curling them as your quim grips them to the hilt. “Fuck, you take me in so well, darling,” she breathes, hot and heavy against your bosom, marvelling as your arousal drips onto her trousers and the wolf’s fur below.

All you can muster is a moan as she impales you on her hand. Your walls are velvet against the rough pads of her fingers, of which every glide sends a ripple of pleasure straight to your core. Lightning replaces your blood, setting your skin alight as Soma slowly fucks into you, her thumb never leaving your throbbing bead, mouth latching onto your neck. Of their own accord, your hips roll in an effort to spear yourself on her fingers, cunt offering her a rivulet with every thrust.

“I love the way you clench around me,” she rumbles into the crook of your neck, removing her thumb with one last caress so you can take her impossibly deep, grinding her scarred palm against your clit. Cursing, you drag your free hand across her back, holding her and clawing at her through her clothes. Gods, you wish she was bare, just to feast your eyes upon the angry red lines your nails would leave tomorrow morning.

Moaning, you rock back and forth on her hand, slick flooding her palm as Soma sets a filthy rhythm you’ll be feeling for days to come. Every gyration has her slamming into spots that make your toes curl, the pleasure intense and overwhelming. “Just like that, love, yeah?” she whispers, hissing when your nails leave cresents in the back of her neck, supplementing your lack of words. You’re whining into her, thighs burning as you fuck yourself on her fingers with reckless abandon. “Gods, you’re so beautiful, so good,” she praises.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” you whimper.

“Tell me what you need, darling.”

“Harder.”

She obliges, and soon it all becomes too much, too good, too intense, and you’re falling apart in her lap, thighs squeezing around hers as you writhe and moan. “I’ve got you, love,” Soma smiles, gently thrusting into you, loving how your cunt pulses around her. Mind a foggy mess, you lift your hips off her fingers, slumping against your jarlskona while you steady your breath, weightless in your orgasmic haze.

“Arms up, darling,” she coos. You obey, and she lifts the garment pooled around your waist over your head, tossing it to the floor. Wholly bare in your fully clothed lover’s lap, you feel raw and vulnerable.

“You’re wearing too much,” you pant, fingers flying to the hem of her tunic, thanking the weather for her lack of a breastplate. Soma pulls it over her head, rendering her naked from the waist up, a banquet for your hungry eyes. Blessed with a warrior’s physique, tanned skin littered with scars, humble breasts offering a shred of softness amongst the firmness of her body. A Vegvisir is tattooed onto her sternum, the compass fanning out into a myriad of inked runes and sigils across her shoulders and upper arms, curling into what you knew was a beautifully drawn serpent on her back: an ode to her clan. Lust slowly fogging over your vision, you trail your hand up her abdomen, the other cupping her face as you draw her into a delicate kiss.

Its chastity doesn’t remain for long, with Soma hooking her hands underneath your thighs and standing up, strength unwavering. You think she’s headed to your bedchamber, but she turns to face the throne and eases onto her knees, gently lowering you onto the seat’s fur. “What are you—”

“What does it look like?” she teases, pressing wet kisses from the valley of your breasts to your lower abdomen, stopping only to position your legs on her shoulders.

“I’m on your throne,” you frown.

“Aye, hjärtanskär, and I fully intend to devour you atop it.” Soma sweetly kisses your inner thigh, urging you to relax into the oak frame. Blushing, you attempt to recline against the throne, but gods is it uncomfortable.

“How can you sit here for as long as you do?” You glare at your lover as she laughs against your skin. “It’s so…hard?” Soma snorts, grinning at your unintentional double-entendre. “Oh, shove off,” you groan, stifling a chuckle yourself.

“You learn to ignore it with enough of a distraction,” she says lowly, grin shifting from playful to ravenous as she delves her tongue into your slit with a hum, lapping at your soaked flesh.

Gasping with sensitivity, you arch your back into her, bucking against her mouth. With her warm hands prying your thighs apart, you’re helpless against her onslaught. Her silver tongue is fire against your cunt, ebbing and flowing against your folds, drinking your arousal like the finest wine before honing in on your clit. A broken moan rips through you as her mouth closes around the bundle of nerves, suckling on the dripping flesh. You cry out hoarsely, hand gripping one of the throne’s wooden antlers for dear life. Soma interlaces her fingers with yours on your thigh, making no effort to pin you down; she craves the unadulterated way you rut against her face whenever you indulge her like this.

“Fingers, love, I need— Fuck!” you mewl, head lolling back as two fingers push deep into your core, Soma’s tongue cruelly circling your clit. After each suck she thrusts into you: a dizzying rhythm that doesn’t allow you a moment to think. Her licentious tempo persists; moments later you’re crying a fucked-out chant of ‘yes’ and ‘Soma’ and ‘gods’ and ‘cumming’ as your thighs clench around your woman’s head, shaking with pleasure, grip so tight around the antler that it snaps clean off.

Realisation dawns as you come down from your high, eyes wide with guilt.

“Nice antler,” Soma smirks, sucking your cum off her fingers devilishly.

Cheeks searing with embarrassment, you struggle to find words. “Gods, I’m— Fuck, Soma, I’ll have it— I’ll have it fixed tomorrow’s first light—”

“Darling.”

“No, I’m so sorry, really—”

“(Y/N), my sweet,” she chuckles smugly. “I happen to think it’s a wonderful addition.”

“But it’s your throne.”

“It adds character.”

You flash her an incredulous look. “But it was so pretty before, Soma.”

“And the memory of you atop it makes it that much prettier,” she smiles, sincere in her words, easing your anxieties. Standing, she plucks the antler from your hand and throws it to the pile of clothing on the floor. Once more she lifts you by your thighs, which you wrap around your jarlskona instinctively, and pecks you on the lips.

“You’re right, though. It’s not the most comfortable thing in the world,” she says. You catch a wicked glint in her eye and hang onto every word. “A bed and some nice soft furs sounds lovely about now…” The scar on her cheek curves with the wolfish grin on her lips.

“I’ll need something plush to lie on if you’re going to ride me until your legs give out.”

#pure hoe shit for our favourite jarlskona #soma jarlskona #soma x reader #soma ac valhalla #ac soma #smut

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pain-in-the-butler · 3 years

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The time has come once again

The Bloodbath

“I’m simply one hell of a butler” says Sebastian as he starts cleaning as usual

Okay so Agni’s taking no prisoners

Work Nerd, Science Nerd, and Jock Nerd team up to form the Nerd Trifecta

Team One Brain Cell joins up with Phipps, who is quite possibly their only chance for survival

Ran-Mao remembers how Harcourt beat everyone in the unfortunately deleted round and said “Not in my backyard”

So far, everyone else has simply run away unscathed or grabbed a weapon they won’t use because the game doesn’t record weapons. Rip Tanaka

Day 1

Ran-Mao bringing the canon energy by adding a second weapon to her arsenal

Phipps somehow always turns into Team Dad during these, so I’m glad to see he’s finding time for his favorite hobbies

Undertaker up to his usual Sneaky Antics

It hasn’t even been twelve hours yet. Kind of impressive honestly

Considering Harcourt lost his mace, I’ll just assume the attack Grell “escaped” from was the vicious stabbing of his trim little schoolboy fingernails

Bad vibes

It appears that Lau also brought his canon game

Sebastian in the most recent chapters be like

I’ve actually never had this event come up before and it has to happen between two of the more innocent characters in the series;;;; god Lizzie you deserve better even in the Hunger Games Simulator

Where’s a Safety Nerd when you need one

What’s better than this? Guys bein dudes

This is probably what happened after Ciel left Weston

Sebastian will take care of this for ya, huh bud

Other events:

Agni practices his archery

Wolfram goes fishing

Othello finds a cave

Soma goes ‘splorin

Edward goes huntin

Day 1′s Deaths: Tanaka, Sieglinde, Lizzie, and Macmillan. Someday one of the ladies will win

Night 1

Butler slumber party in the woods, BYOYM (bring your own young master)

It takes a lot of energy to be this blond

I’m happy for her :)

Yeah I’ll bet you probably do Lau

A tonal shift so abrupt I got mental whiplash

Can we go back to when Grell was looking at the sky pls

Thought about science too hard. Got a concussion

Thought about Ciel dying too hard. Got an infection

Aww dad :( Hope you caught some fish tho

Looks like Harcourt won’t be winning this one, gang

I stg the hunger games simulator is misogynist because the ladies always DIE /j

Ran-Mao is hopefully here to prove the previous statement wrong

Other events:

Bard gets a hatchet

Undertaker also passes out from exhaustion

R!Ciel goes to sleep in a tree

Day 2

Oh you five are SO going in my burn book for this. It’s what Grell would’ve wanted

Ahaha just like in the real manga... right guys (;

Idk about you but I’m rooting for her

I don’t think the simulator could’ve picked four people who were less likely to team up than this

I would too if I saw my best friend was palling around with an opium dealer, a grim reaper with a lawn mower, and another grim reaper that the first grim reaper doesn’t like

Other events:

Othello chases Wolfram

That’s the only other event actually

That means today we lost O!Ciel, Mey-Rin, Harcourt, and Grell. ffs, I hope Ran-Mao kills all of you

Night 2

I’ve missed you, rare pair simulator

The “unknown sponsor” was Undertaker and the “fresh food” was O!Ciel

Confirmed: Lau doesn’t get high off his own supply

Once again a ceasefire between the strong hungry boys is formed

Girl, you don’t have to do that

“Did you kill Ciel?” Sebastian asks

“No that was William,” Othello says

Sebastian punches a tree so hard that it combusts. “God damn. Fuck” Sebastian says

Wolfram just realized I put him in the Hunger Games simulator

Other events:

Phipps thinks about “Are you winning son”

Undertaker gazes at space

Ronald becomes Lost Ronald

Soma passes out

Bard gets some water

Day 3

Damn Agni who haven’t you flirted with

Finny sees that Bard has water and thinks Bard cooked it himself, so he wants no part of that (might be burnt)

What did he even have that was worth stealing? A fish?

Well I can tell you who isn’t creating that smoke: Lau

“What’s worse than two young masters? No young masters. Now get over here and make a contract”

Everything about this sentence is a fever dream

Other events:

Undertaker decides he wants a slingy shot too

Edward chases Dad I mean Phipps

Othello gets some ouchies from picking berries

Night 3

When your young master dies, you just get an infection apparently

damn Finny’s playing hardball

I don’t think anything bad has actually happened to Bard yet. It’s just been a grand frolic the whole time

I barely remember reading the first Hunger Games but Ran-Mao’s the Foxface of this journey: she deserves to win and I just know she’ll die in the stupidest way possible

Sebastian’s like a cat that can’t reach the bird it wants to attack, so it attacks the nearest other thing instead. Poor Dad

Two white-haired anime boys and a not-white-haired anime boy talk about who will die tomorrow. Anime doesn’t exist yet so the white-haired anime boys don’t know their hair color automatically spells their doom

Other events:

Edward starts a fire, which means he’s capable of smoking opium

Ronald gets some medical supplies

Othello gets a hatchet

R!Ciel thinks about winning

Lau gets an entire explosive, but he won’t be able to light it, so no it’s no big deal

Day 4

In Soviet Hunger Games, white-haired anime boy kills you

But why murder someone when you could just mess with them

Other events:

Grey scares Bard

Finny goes hunting

Night 4

Have you four even killed anyone yet

The list of “people who didn’t start the manor fire and also don’t smoke opium” now consists of Lau and R!Ciel

The mood is too light now. Someone needs to die and it better not be Ran-Mao

At last, Father Phipps has chosen his son for this round

Agni gushes about all the hot guys he’s simultaneously in love with, giving Ran-Mao a clearer idea of who’s still alive

Day 5

Girl, it’s about time, go claim some trophies

Finny’s easily got the longest kill streak and it’s a little unnerving

Father Phipps finds a new secret fishing hole

Othello doesn’t

Lau continues to put in all the efforts of a kindergarten bully

Oh no. He’s a yandere

Other events:

Sebastian fucks around and explores the arena

Bard fucks around and hunts for tributes

Undertaker fucks around and sleeps

R!Ciel fucks around and picks flowers

Night 5

I’ve never met anyone who ships Sebastian/Undertaker but I know you’re out there

Okay, maybe these four are even less likely to team up than Phipps, Ronald, Undertaker, and Lau

Edward sees I’m making jokes about people who build fires and stays hidden

Day 6

Canonically, that is the only way R!Ciel would win a fight, so

I probably could have predicted this

I hope these are the faces they made when it happened

The “unknown sponsor” is R!Ciel and the “fresh food” is an ear that fell off his own head

I’m not sure if I should be concerned or unsurprised that Bard’s Hunger Games life is more chill than his canon life

the “unknown sponsor” was the fish and the “clean water” was “fish water”

Other events:

Ran-Mao gets her third weapon that she doesn’t want to use, which is a hatchet

Finny finds a river

Agni practices archery again, but he doesn’t kill anyone because he wants this to go on forever

Night 6

Ran-Mao I beg you please. Release us from this purgatory of mediocrity

And suddenly we’re back to canon Bard

I guess not everything can be canon

Other events:

Both Agni and Phipps pass out from exhaustion. It’s 2:50 a.m. so I should really be taking a page from their book, but unfortunately everyone refuses to die

The Feast

Finny has been a stone cold killer this entire match, so I guess I shouldn’t be surprised that the girl I wanted to win would get eliminated by him, but it still hurts ✌️😔

If you cheat on Othello, he will overpower you, killing you

Everyone else decided not to go to the Feast. Honestly, I don’t remember what the Feast is, but everyone who did go either murdered someone or got murdered, so I guess that was probably a good call

Day 7

I’ve had enough of this dude

Jesus Finny I can’t wait to see how many kills you got, I feel like you and Agni were the only two who took anyone down

Bard, Undertaker, Sebastian, and Phipps all hunt for other tributes but they’re useless and don’t kill anyone

Arena Event: Volcano Eruption

In one fell swoop, we lose Sebastian, Undertaker, R!Ciel, and Finny, jeez. But... that means it comes down to.............

FATHER PHIPPS VS. BARD

FATHER PHIPPS !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Wow... Unlike his manga counterpart, this boy coasted the whole time and won... He basically went on vacation and he actually won... But then again, it’s Hunger Games Simulator and nothing is sacred

Well I hope you learned a valuable lesson today. I hope you did at some point before you read my post, because you sure as hell learned nothing from this. Thank you for wasting precious minutes of your life with me 😏

#black butler #kuroshitsuji #kuroshitsuji hunger games simulator

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actingwithportals · 3 years

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Found this meme and I wanted to make one too. It ended up being a lot harder than I expected lol

Favorite Game Of All Time: Portal

Favorite Series: Subnautica

Best Soundtrack: Transistor

Favorite Protagonist: Half-Life

Favorite Villian: Final Fantasy XV

Best Story: Hollow Knight

Have Not Played But Want To: Mother 3

You Love Everyone Hates (read: I Love Everyone Is Spooked By): LIMBO

You Hate Everyone Loves (read: I Unfortunately Could Not Get Into Everyone Loves): Hades

Best Art Style: OneShot

Favorite Ending: Outer Wilds

Favorite Boss Fight: Deltarune

Childhood Game: Mario Kart Wii

Relaxing Game: Wandersong

Stressful Game: SOMA

Game You Always Come Back To: Undertale

Guilty Pleasure: Dragon Age

Tons Of Hours Played: Don’t Starve

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127-mile · 4 years

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Colours :

Pairing : Chittaphon/Ten Lee x female reader.

Genre : soulmates!au, criminal!au / angst, fluff.

Warnings : flashbacks / characters’ deaths / hit and run / cursed necklace / mention of blood / alcohol / non explicit mention of deaths.

Word count : +9k.

Plot : Soulmates exist, and sometimes, they are hard to find. Meeting Cyan and her book of colours in broad daylight was unexpected. When she offered you the opportunity to find your soulmate, you said yes. It was quite simple : you only had to pick a colour. One colour, one alternate reality. And only one chance for you to find them, and bring them back.

You picked silver where soulmates have memories of each other from their past life.

A/N : This is part of a soulmate collab, please go read the other writers works, and feel free to give us feedbacks. I’ll add the link to the masterlist later, but you can find it on @neo-cult-ure who is the beautiful soul behind this collab.

"Why are we here ?" the boy ignores you, a small huff coming through his pursed lips. "What do they have that is important enough to put us both in danger ?" you start to run out of patience, your foot hitting the ground repeatedly. "Maybe we shouldn't do that. Everything has gone very well so far, maybe we shouldn't push our luck, don't you think ?"

Ten finally turns around, an expression on his face that you can't quite decipher. He grabs your hand to bring you closer to him, and with the way his chest presses against yours, you are pretty sure he can feel how hard your heart beats. "Come on, sunshine." he says, fingers brushing against your cheeks so softly that you are not sure if it is really happening. "We don't have anything to lose, and we will find each other again no matter what." He is right, you know that, but for some reason, you can't shake the feeling that it could be the last time.

"It took me 2 more years to find you this time. It's getting longer every time. What if I can't find you again after that ? What if I'm left alone for the rest of my life and the others ?" you take a deep breath, trying hard not to embarrass yourself even more in front of Ten. "You promised me I would never be alone." your voice is shaky, barely above a whisper and Ten laughs, at least until he sees your eyes filling with tears.

"And I plan on keeping my promise. No matter how long it takes, I will find you every time." He says, and his face is so close to yours that you can smell the faint and sweet smell of his cologne. You feel a sudden rush of helplessness when he kisses you, your hands gripping his shoulders to stay grounded. "It's now or never, my love."

He lets go of your face, and he turns on his heels to open the lock of the backdoor. "You know what to do, right ?" he asks, and you nod. Of course you do, especially after repeating the plan so many times on the way to the house. "Perfect. Let's meet up in thirty minutes in the soma (south marais)." He kisses your cheek, and you have to resist the urge to grab his arm, and to force him far away from here, far away from the life he has always known.

The hideout is only a few miles away from the house, which should be close enough in case anything happens. But there is no reason, right ? You sigh. "Please, be careful." you go around the house, and as soon as you see the door, you knock as quickly as possible. The burn of the wood against your knuckles helps you focus on the task.

"Help, please, help !" you scream, banging your fist against the front door. At first nothing happens, but after a few minutes, the lighs turn on behind the tinted windows on each sides of the door. When the door opens, you start to pants, your eyes focusing on the owner of the house, an old man wearing a red dressing gown. "Please, help me. I-my car broke down." you say hurriedly, with the most botched accent. "I- I was just tru-trying to go buy some medicine for my little brother. He-he is alone and sick and-and I don't know what to do, or who to call."

The man seems lost, but only for a minute. He grabs his keys, and steps out of the house. You wonder how he managed to understand and especially to believe what you just said because that was some lame improvisation you just did. "Which one is yours ?" he asks, and you lead him down the street, to a car Ten forced open a couple of hours ago, when he was sure that the owner would not leave his apartment again. "Open the hood, would you." you sit in front of the steering wheel, and you press the button for the hood.

You do not pay the slightest attention to the man who looks at the engine of the car, too busy looking at the old man's house. You are pretty sure to see Ten's shadow behind the window of the first floor, and you honestly wish it was him, and not another resident. "Start the engine." you hear him say, and you freeze. Ten never told you how to use the cables to start a stolen car.

"Alright, alright." You grab the cables, and you try rubbing them, but nothing happens. So when the man looks at you, you shrug and he goes right back behind the hood. One of the lights turn on and off a few times. The sign. It's time to get the fuck out of here. You get out of the car, to join the man who slightly jumps. "Would you mind calling a car repairer for me ?" you cock your head on the side, with the softest smile and he nods.

"Of course, follow me." you obey, and when he enters the house, you hope Ten found a way out in time. You see the man rummaging through the drawers to find a cellphone he probably hasn't used in weeks. When he turns around, you just run. You run for dear life, ignoring the burn of your lungs screaming for you to stop, to catch your breath, but you can't. Not right now. You only slow down when you catch sight of the fairy lights from one of the marais' shops.

"Oh fuck." You mutter when you feel bile going up your throat, clearly out of shape for such a run. Being in Paris is a fascinating experience because nobody watches you as you walk down the street, fingers pressing against your side, sweaty and breathless. You turn in the dark alley where Ten told you to wait earlier. It is really dark, no light in sight, but it is still comforting.

Twenty minutes pass, and Ten is not here. You try, you really try, but eventually, fear starts to invade your nerves. What if someone saw him and called the cops ? What if he had an accident on his way here ? You rub your eyes, and you notice how tears started to roll down your red cheeks, the adrenaline slowly draining away from your body.

"Yn ?" You turn your head in time to see Ten. He has the biggest smile on his face, and he holds a necklace like the most precious trophey he has ever had. All of that for a necklace ? You shake your head, getting out of your hiding spot to walk toward him. But before you can even reach the curb, a car rushes towards Ten probably after running the red light.

"Ten !" you scream at the top of your lungs, and then, everything seems to slow down. Ten's body hit the hood of the car, his torso and head smashing against the windshield while his arms and legs are flailing, searching for somewhere to hold and stop the movement. The only sounds that fill your ears are the crushing of glass mixed with the distinct crackles of his bones. The car stopps, only for a minute, and from the broken windshield, you can see the hesitation on the driver's face. The reality hitting him at full speed.

The person drives away from Ten's inert body. You suddenly find yourself on your knees beside him, you didn't even remember ordering your body to move. Blood is running down his nose, and mouth and his chest is barely moving. "Ten, Ten, please wake up. Open your eyes." You say, frantic. "You promised ! You promised goddamit !" Your body is shaken by your sobs when Ten finally opens his mouth.

"Wake up."

Suddenly the voice is completely different, and when you open your eyes, the boy, the street in Paris, the broken glass, everything is gone, and you are alone in your bedroom. Your heart beats so hard that it hurts, and your face is wet with tears. You are still shaken up by the obvious dream you had. Even if the boy's face starts to fade, his words, and the sound of the crash still cloud your mind. You wince at the sound of your phone ringing on the bedside table.

From Mother : Today is the last day before I throw out all the stuff, hurry up.

You never had that kind of dream before, it felt so real, so comforting to be with him, so painful to lose him. It was almost like your body remembered something your brain couldn’t. His words had stuck with you in the shower. “I plan on keeping my promise. No matter how long it takes, I will find you every time.” For some reason, it made your heart ache. You thought that like every other dream, you would forget about it, but you didn’t. You even found yourself rubbing at your hands to wipe away the blood you had in the dream.

As hard as it is to stop thinking about your dream, you unfortunately have to brush it away to look for your older brother. As per usual, he was in his bedroom with his headset, and his game controller glued to his hands.

“Could you drive me to grandma’s ?” He barely looks up from his game, and he shrugs. “Please ? Grandma said I could take some of the old books she had, and mom is ready to throw everything away.”

In no time, Hansol is on his feet, he would never miss an opportunity to piss off your mother. The latter was way too happy when your grandmother passed away, too happy to be the new owner of the house she had be longing on for years.

“Let’s go.” He says, and you follow him out of the apartment to the parking. The ride to the house is pretty quiet, except for the weird noises coming from the old’s car engine. Hansol is the quiet type of guy, and you don’t mind as much usually, but today you feel restless. Probably because of the images of the crash playing in your mind.

“Can I ask you a question ?” When he nods, you take a deep breathe. “Have you met your soulmate already ?” Hansol freezes, hands still on the steering wheel, you know it is a sensitive subject because Hansol is going to be forced in a marriage by your parents to someone he had never met before. To the daughter of some chairman who promised to help the family’s struggling corporation, but you really need to know. Seeing him nod hurts you. “How does it feel ?”

“As soon as I met them, I understood how vital they are for us. Why they exist. A soulmate is.. it is everything you always wanted and more. They become the better part of you. Suddenly, everything seems brighter. And when you think about the years you spent without knowing of their existence, without having them by your side, you wonder how you did to survive.” He explains in a low voice. “You have the memories of your soulmate from your past life, yes, but it is not enough to fill the void inside your heart. You need them with you.”

He met his soulmate, and now he has to live with the fact that he will never be with them. And it breaks your heart. “Have you met your soulmate ?” He asks and you shake your head. “It’s probably for the best.” You want to apologize, to say something, but it is not your fault, and he knows it. It is your parents fault.

“Wait a minute !” You say suddenly when the boy parks in front of the house. He turns to look at you with a frown. “Memories of your soulmate from your past life ? What ?” Hansol rolls his eyes, and gets out of the car. “What is wrong with you ? Have you suddenly forgotten everything?”

You go up the driveway to the front door, Hansol muttering under his breath about how dumb you had to be to forget about the most important part of the whole soulmates thing, especially after hearing your parents talk about it for years. The door opens on your mother, and she looks at you and sighs.

“You have an hour, after that, everything is leaving.” You nod, and she takes a step out of the house, and you enter. It feels weird to be in the house after your grandma’s passing. No cooking smell, no crackling sound coming from the old turntable, just an odd silence.

The door to the reading room is ajar, which is weird. Your mother particularly hate this room, so she wouldn’t have come inside. You push the door completely open, trying to ignore the weird feeling of being watched, and the faint smell of smoke. The room consists of large bookcases against the walls, frames on old pieces of furnitures and a whole lot of trinkets your grandmother loved so much.

A box on the armchair catches your attention, it is open. You take a step toward said box to put it on the floor. It contains a lot of pictures, yellowed by time and burnt at some places. Under the photos, you find letters, you notice how the ink started to disappear, the paper seems to be stained with dried tears. Everything is covered in dust, and blowing on it only makes you cough hard enough for your lungs to burn. And under a bunch of old books, you find a silver colored pouch, a medaillon is inside but it is broken. Either by time, or by the weight of the books.

“My one and only.” You read on the back of the medaillon, and before you can try and open it, the sound of broken glass makes you jump, reminding you of your dream. You put your hands on your ears to cover the noise, and it takes you a couple of minutes for your heartbeat to calm down. Finally, you get up, medaillon still in hands, and you find Hansol in the living room. “What was that ?” You ask, and he shrugs. The floor is covered with sharp pieces of glass from an old vase. “Isn’t that the vase mom wanted to sell ?”

“Well, guess she won’t have that !” Of course, you think. “Now get out of the room, I know you, you’re going to hurt yourself.” He knows you, so you go back to the reading room. You gather a few trinkets and more books into the opened box. It is sad to think it is the last time you will see this room, the last time you will smell the dust mixed with the roses. But it’s life.

“We can go.” You tell your brother who also has a box in his arms. The way back to the apartment is quiet, and it gives you the opportunity to think about the dream you had the night before. It was scary, and it felt like some sort of déjà-vu. But it was not possible, because to this day, you have never seen a car accident, and especially, you never went to Paris. And the boy.. that boy, just thinking about it brings tears to your eyes.

"Are you okay ?" Hansol asks, and you shrug slightly. "You can always talk to me, you know ?" you nod, of course you know. Your brother is the only person in your family that will always be there no matter what.

"I just had a weird dream last night, and I can't seem to forget about it. I mean, not all of it." You say, and he encourages you to continue. "Like, I can remember the details of the dream, what happened, the sound, and weirdly enough even the smell. But when I try to remember the boy I was with it's just..foggy." He laughs softly, and you turn to look at him. "What's so funny ?"

"What you had was not a simple dream." he starts. "It was memories. And the boy you can't remember ? It was probably your soulmate." It makes sense. But it was the first time you had one of those, why now ? What changed ? Your eyes widden when you remember one tiny detail. The old lady the day before. The one who asked you to pick from her book of colours. Are you in the alternate reality she told you about before you chose silver ?

"Oh my god." you whisper, and Hansol doesn't try to understand what is going on. He rolls his eyes, and he parks the car before getting out, so you follow him with the box in your arms. You feel silly for not thinking about Cyan before, it was so obvious. Especially after spending so many years without finding any kind of trace of your soulmate.

Once in your room, you put the box on the bed, and you sit opposite to retrieve the pouch with the medallion that you did not have time to watch in detail apart from the fact that it was impossible to open and the engraved words. It seems old, and it is rusty on the edges but still beautiful. You close your eyes, and you see him. You see the boy from last night.

He is smiling, his fingers brushing against the medaillon around your neck. “It is gorgeous.” he whispers fondly. “But not as gorgeous as you.” you feel the heat go up to your cheeks, and you find yourself unable to hold his gaze. He is not tall, nor muscular but he is intimidating.

“As beautiful as the medaillon is, you shouldn’t have done that.” You hear yourself say and he shrugs. Ten hasn’t been allowed to enter the Ji family’s property for several years, frankly, since you discovered he was your soulmate. Your family always hated him, that’s why this morning he entered by the window, scaring you, like the thief he is, to offer you the medaillon. “I just want you to be safe.” You whisper.

“I am always safe, the proof is that I’m here.” If at first it was hard to believe that a thief could be your soulmate, you were used to it by now, and you could no longer imagine your life without him, his loud laugh and obnoxiously bright smile. "With you here, on this earth at the same time as me, and all mine, I would never do anything that could potentially endanger me." you tried to ask him to change his way of life, but you quickly gave up. It is what makes him, him. And maybe changing your decision had something to do with the fact that it was bothering your family.

"But I can take it back, you know, if it's bothering you ?" He says in a low voice, and you shake your head covering the medaillon with both your hands.

"Hands off ! That's mine now." You take a step back, and Ten laughs. Stolen or not, it's a gift and you intend on keeping it preciously. If you knew it would cause you so much trouble, pain, you would have thrown it away without a second thought.

When you open your eyes again, you are back in your room and once again, the boy’s face fades right away. The medaillon was the same as the one you are holding, even if it was in a better state and seemingly brand new. “Why are you here ?” You mutter to the medaillon, trying to ignore the ponding headache who settled in while your eyes were closed. It was fate for you to find the medaillon in your grandmother’s room, even though you do not remember ever seeing her wearing it or even showing it to you.

You don’t really know how to take it from here, what to do or where to look. You take the silvery pouch to put the medaillon inside, but when you open it, you notice a little card. A business card. “Le bazar des rêves, antiquarian.” with the address of the shop which is not so far from your apartment. So you get up, to once again, burst into your brother's room. "Can you driv-"

"No ! Take your legs and walk." He answers before you even have time to finish your question, so you sigh. You grab your jacket, the pouch and the shop's adress. Weirdly enough, you have never seen this shop before, maybe it is just a change from the alternate reality. The surprise does not come from the objects in the shop, but rather from the person behind the counter.

"Cyan ?" You ask, and the lady turns around with a bright smile. In your memories, her hair was jetblack but now it is gray and it shines under the neon lights of the shop. It is honestly mesmerizing.

"I'm glad to see you, y/n." she begins to say, arms crossed against her chest. "I was scared you wouldn't find the medaillon in your grandmother's box." You take a step towards the counter. Is that why the door was open ? Why you felt watched in a room where you used to feel so safe during your childhood ?

"Did you put it there ? Why ? And why do I have memories about this necklace ? About the memories, is that the consequence of the alternate reality ? What am I supposed to do now ? How do I find my soulmate ?" Cyan laughs softly, so many questions in so little time. She turns around to lock the shop, and she beckons you to follow her into the back room. A wooden coffee table is in between two leather armchairs. You sit in one of them, your eyes following Cyan's every moves. "So ?"

“Let’s start with the beginning, shall we ?” When you nod, she takes a seat and starts to play with her bracelet. “The medaillon you are holding was stolen many many years ago. Unfortunately, the thief didn’t know back then that whoever would take it without the permission of its original owner would be hit with what you could call a curse. In a world where soulmates find each other in every life, they would be cursed for eleven lives."

Right now, it does not make a lot of sense to you, you wonder why she tells you all of it ? What is the connection between you and the medaillon ? "And why was I supposed to find it then ?" Cyan sighs, clearly annoyed to be cut in the middle of her explanation. "Sorry, keep going."

"If you have memories about this necklace, it's because your soulmate stole it for you. Because you are the couple cursed by it. You've been coming to see me for ten lives now. Every time, I find a new way to put the medaillon on yours or your soulmate's way, to have you come to me so I can explain once again what is going on." you get up and shake your head, muttering under your breath.

"Wait wait ! You said we would be cursed for eleven lives, right ? And now you said I came to you 10 times. It is the last life with the curse then ?" Cyan nods, finally back to her peaceful smile. "What is the curse about ? Like what is supposed to happen for eleven lives ?" She seems hesitant to answer, which is weird. You hit the ground with your feet. "Please, I need to know what to expect."

"You are not going to like my answer." she says. "And I understand, I really do but please, don't break anything this time, it's not my fault." she takes a deep breath. "You'll have a perfect life, but you or your soulmate are destined to die before the happy ending." Your heart stops instantly. It is cruel. So much death, and so much pain for a stupid medaillon !

"So the car accident." You mutter and Cyan nods, she knows more than what she says and you are grateful for that, you are not sure you can handle more. You swallow dryly, and you sit down, suddenly dizzy.

"What are you doing ?" You ask the boy in front of you, a knee on the ground. "No seriously Ten, come on, get up !" The boy shakes his head and he takes a silver velvet case out of his pocket. He opens it on a beautiful diamond ring, and you find yourself completely mute. The piece of jewlery is stunning, and it shines under the rays of sunshine coming through the curtains of your bedroom. "Where did you steal it this time ?"

The question could break the mood, but Ten laughs out loud. "You may not believe me, but I didn't steal this one." His smile slowly fades, for a more serious look. This is the first time you have seen Ten like that, and it is different from his usual playful self. "I know I should have done this earlier. I also should have done this during our previous lives, but I guess this time I'm a little less stupid." You doubt about it, but you stay quiet.

"I understood how lucky I was the very first time I saw you, the first time my gaze landed on you. So when I learned that we were soulmates, and that we were going to find ourselves life after life? I was ecstatic, because you would be mine for eternity and nobody is as perfect as you are for me. I know, I messed up eight lives ago, but I'm trying my best every time to make our lives better, to improve myself." He says in a soft voice. "We'll find each other again and again, no matter what happens or the time it takes, I know we'll be each other in the end. But I still feel the need to ask you the question. Would you make me the happiest man on earth by marrying me ?"

Ten is a bit shy about his feelings. So hearing him speak takes your breath away, and makes your heart beat so hard in your chest that it could fall at your feet that you wouldn't be surprise. You cock your head, nodding slowly. "Of course I want to marry you Ten. In this life, and in all of the others." Ten rises and kisses you like there is no tomorrow, and it is true, you do not know how long you'll have with him each time.

"I love you, I love you so much." He whispers against your lips in between two kisses, and you smile, cupping his face. "I never thought I could be happier." He grabs your hand, and he puts the ring on your finger. The ring is gorgeous, but knowing that he didn't steal it makes it even more beautiful for you.

“I love you even more.” You say, and you open your eyes when someone clears its throat in front of you. Once again, Ten has disappeared and this time, it’s Cyan who took his place. She is handing you a cup of tea with an apologetic look, probably used of seeing you passed out. “Where can I find him ?” You ask, before sipping on the cup. Your head is pounding, you feel lightheaded and tired, but you need to know how to find him. Your body is craving his presence.

“He hasn't come yet. If you have the medaillon, he has the ring, and he probably hasn’t found it yet.” She explains. As important as the medaillon is because of the curse, the ring is important too because of its sentimental value.

"Did he come every time ?" You ask, and Cyan shakes her head after a couple of minutes.

"Sometimes he needs more informations, sometimes he does not bother and figure the situation by himself, and once even I couldn’t find the medaillon to give it to either of you. But you always found each other no matter what, so don't worry too much." It is hard not to worry. What if this time, you can't find him, then what ? Are you stuck in the alternate reality until you find him ? Are you sent back to your usual world without a clue of how or where to find him ? "Go home, have some rest." She hands you a bottle of pills she found in one of the drawers of an old dresser. "Take one, enjoy at least a night without dream, it's for your own good. I think your brain has had enough for the day."

You get up, but before leaving the shop, you turn around to ask. "What does he look like ? How am I supposed to recognize him ?"

Cyan smiles softly. "You'll know it's him, trust me."

In the two weeks following Cyan's revelation, nothing happened. No dreams, no flashbacks, nothing at all. Just a feeling of emptiness and sadness. Fortunately, you had other things to do to avoid thinking about this boy whose memories are increasingly erased as time goes by. To avoid feeling this intense fear of completely forgetting the existence of your soulmate. Because what if you did ? What if one day you woke up with nothing left of him ? What if one day, the medaillon on your bedside table was just a piece of jewelry you found at your grandmother's place ? What if one day, you were back to your usual reality with nothing ? That's a lot of scary thoughts you are trying to run away from.

Preparing for your brother's wedding was taking up a lot of your time, and you have never been more excited to go home than at that moment, the key in the lock. "What?" You whisper in disbelief when the key does not turn. Pushing the door is enough to open it, which is strange, since Hansol is getting to know his future wife on the other side of town.

Your first thought is a burglary. So you expect to find things all over the floor, and maybe broken things, but none of that. On the contrary, you hear music, and footsteps in the kitchen. You close the door silently behind you, and you walk to the kitchen where your gaze is placed on a boy cooking, a cloth on his shoulder. He hums, indifferent to what is going on around him. "Who are you ? How did you get in here ?" You ask, and he jumps, the spatula falling on the ground and he curses under his breath.

He doesn't turn around, still focusing on whatever he is cooking. "Well, you know how good I am at lock-picking, and you only have one lock on your door and I just happened to have my lock-picking set with me, so you know." He says with a shrug, and you shake your head. Who the hell is he, thinking it is alright to pick your lock. He turns around and he sighs at the frown on your face. "Fine, I'll knock next time.. but in my defense, you were not there, and I was starving."

"Who the fuck are you ?" You ask and he rolls his eyes. He turns one more time to put the pan out of the stove, and you take the time to watch him. Dark gray hair with strikes of pink, a ripped denim jacket, a pair of white jean and he is rather small. He is handsome, that's for sure, but that doesn't take away the fact that he's in your apartment, and that you don't know him.

"I'm Ten." For him, it's obvious, but it doesn't seem to be for you, given the way you look at him. He joins you, hands buried in the pockets of his jeans and he smiles, admiring your face. As beautiful as in his memories. "Your soulmate ?" From beneath his t-shirt, he pulls out a necklace with a ring in place of the pendant. The ring of your dream. The one your soulmate used to ask you to marry him.

"Oh my god." You are at loss of words, you didn't think he would find you that fast, or at all. "How ? How did you know it was me without seeing me first ?" He invites you to sit down, and you oblige.

"I found the ring, and the shop's business card. Cyan explained everything to me, and maybe I found a way to get your address. Afterwards it was quite simple. I only had to wait for someone to come out, until I could find the right person. Until I could find you. Like Cyan said, as soon as I saw you, I knew. I could have come sooner, but I wanted us to be alone. So when I saw that the boy you seemed to be living with had not returned for a few days, I took advantage of the situation and you know the rest, I broke into your apartment when nobody answered the door."

"And what would have happened if my brother had been the one finding you ?" You cock your head to the side, and he winces at the thought.

"Well, guess that my eleventh life would end before officially meeting you." You laugh, not because of the situation, but because you can't imagine your brother being mean to anybody. "But because I'm lucky, you are here. And he is not." He sighs, eating from the plate of food he made. "So, what do you think about everything ? About the curse ?"

"That it was really idiot of you from stealing this necklace !" Ten lowers his head, but he knows there is no bite to your words. "But there's no way you could've known about the curse. The curse it's cruel, and to be honest, I'm glad I can't remember everything. I had one dream where you died hit by a car, and it took me a while to forget about the pain I felt at that moment. I don't want to live that again." You say in a low voice.

“I have seen a couple of your deaths, and I agree, it’s not a pain I want to feel ever again.” Ten lost his cheeky smile at his own words, and your heart aches at the thought of having to live more than one death again. “But I guess we don’t have the choice, as we still have a life to live before our happily ever after.” You almost forgot that you still have to die once before you two can fully be happy. That’s a bummer, really.

"Is there anything we can do to change our fate ?" At your question, Ten sighs, shaking his head. "Yeah, I guess it was still worth asking."

"I asked Cyan," Ten starts, "but she said that unfortunately there was nothing we could do to change anything. I guess all we can do right now is to be extra careful with our surrondings, and try to stay as safe as possible."

You get up from your chair, Ten's plate in your hand to put it in the sink and you turn, back against the counter. "I mean, I'm always safe, but can I say the same for you ? You will have to keep your thieving hands to yourself." Ten laughs, and it sounds like music to your ears, and you begin to understand what Hansol had told you in the car. "Stay here. I'll keep your ass in lane."

And keep him in lane is what you did.

For a full month, you found things to keep Ten occupied so that he wouldn't fall back into his bad habits, so that he would not regret agreeing to move in with Hansol and you. It was complicated at times, but Ten always found a way to cheer you up, or make you think of something other than your terrible fate.

And today will be no different.

You wake up in a room that is unknown to you, after a night full of bits and pieces of memories that are forgotten as soon as you open your eyes. The rays of sunshine warm the bare skin of your legs in a pleasant way, but it is not as pleasant as Ten's body heat. His chest against your back, and his arm around your waist, you can't move but you don't mind. Ten and you are polar opposite but you didn't need a lot of time to adapt to him, to his presence, to his antics. You couldn't imagine your life without him anymore.

"Good morning, my love." Ten whispers, lips against your ear. Chills run down your spine, and you turn around to nuzzle your face in the crook of his neck, inhaling his sweet scent. "Come on, your mother is going to murder me if you don't get down on time." He rubs his hand up and down your back under your shirt, and you huff. Until today, you would have never thought it was possible to love someone as much as you loved Ten.

"But I want to stay here." Your whine only makes Ten laugh and he hugs you tighter. Your heart feels warm, and so so at peace. In his arms, you forget about everything. Nothing matters except Ten, and the amount of love he has to give.

"You don't have the choice. Go, we'll find each other in a couple of hours." He kisses the top of your head and you get out of bed reluctantly. You put on the sweater he wore the day before and you leave the room, blowing him a kiss.

Today is an important day. Not for you, but for your brother. It's his wedding, and after months of preparation, you're happy to see the end of it. Even if you are apprehensive of seeing your older brother leave and spend the rest of his days with someone he will have to force himself to love, you are happy at the idea of having the apartment for you. You find your mother in one of the many rooms of the country house, and she doesn't waste a minute getting you to work. Between going back and forth to the other rooms, and your own preparations, you can't see the past two hours, you don't even have time to think about Ten or check your phone to see if he tried to contact you.

Ten is already seated in the church when you enter, followed closely by your mother who makes sure everything goes well. He rises when he sees you and your heart stops. He looks absolutely perfect with his expensive black suit, and with his blond hair. He smiles when you approach, whispering a few compliments that you can barely hear over the conversations around you. He takes your hand to give it a kiss, noticing the ring that you haven't removed since he gave it to you when you met. Not that your are engaged or anything, it is only a small reminder of your history, of your love.

“You look stunning.” He says, and you sit beside him, already feeling your cheeks burning. You nudge him in his side, and he huffs softly.

"Shut up, idiot, that's not the place." He bites the inside of his cheek to keep himself from laughing, but fortunately enough he does not have time to answer because the bride enters the church. You get up, and instead of watching her, you focus solely on Hansol. He looks uncomfortable in his suit, his bangs sticking to his forehead from the sweat, and he moves from one foot to the other.

"He looks like he is ready to pee himself." You could have whack him behind the head if your mother was not watching you, and if you weren't in a church.

"You would be in the same state than him if you had to marry someone that was not your soulmate because your parents are selfish assholes." you mutter, and you feel Ten's arm around your waist. He knows how much the situation bothers you.

"It'll be fine, don't worry. We'll find a way for him to meet his soulmate, and maybe his wife wouldn't mind having hers too." You nod, maybe you could do something for the both of them to be happy. Maybe it could be another project for Ten and you to avoid any kind of imminent death with any kind of dangerous situation Ten could bring to you.

"Yes, we'll find a way." You whisper as you sit down to watch the rest of the celebration. The vows are beautiful, but they are not sincere, and you almost expect Hansol to run out of the church but he doesn't. He kisses his bride, and they leave with the applause of the guests. "Come on, let's go pretend to be happy for them, and maybe get drunk."

Ten is more than fine with that, so he takes your hand and gets out of the church behind your family. The party takes place in the garden of the country house, and the least you can say is that it is magnificent. Well it is normal with the amount of money invested in a single marriage. A forced one at that.

The toast is rather quick, with a few memories shared by the bridesmaid and the groomsman. "Well that was awkward." Ten says, a glass of champagne in hand. You wonder how much your mother had paid your brother's best friend to keep his speech pg13. Because you know how bad and nasty some of their memories together are.

"She looks stupid when she forces herself to laugh. And Hansol looks like an imbecile standing like that. Poor kids." You sigh, gulping the rest of your own glass of champagne. "It's really sad. Especially now that I have you, that I know how good it feels to be reunited with your soulmate. I don't even want to think how they are feeling."

The boy makes you turn, cupping your face in his hands. You've never seen so much love in someone's eyes, and it makes your heart beat so much faster, so much stronger. "I love you so much y/n. The curse sucks, but do you have any idea how lucky I feel when I think about all of the lives we had together, and the lives we'll have in the future ? I could never have asked for a better soulmate, you are everything I ever wanted and even more." Ten looks like he has more to say, but he closes his mouth.

"I love you even more, Ten. Curse or not, we are lucky enough to be on this earth at the same time, every time and that's all that matters to me. Don't think about anything else." Of course, he doesn't know about the book of colours, or the alternate reality. The less he knows, the better. Right now, you content yourself with his presence. "Enjoy the moment."

Ten smiles back, hand reaching to run through your hair and he kisses you gently. Every time he kisses you, it's like a fire lights up in the pit of your stomach. It's addicting. He licks your bottom lip, and you are ready to oblige when you feel a hand on your shoulder. "Have a little decency. You'll kiss Ten at your wedding." As much as you are annoyed at your mother for interruptiong the kiss, you don't mind her comment one bit. It is actually nice to think of yours and Ten's wedding. The one you never had the chance to have even after so many lives together. Maybe the next could be the good one ?

"She hates me. She is always here when I'm trying to be a good boyfriend by showing you my love." You roll your eyes, taking a step away from him, and he backhugs you right away, watching as the newly weds dance for the first time together.

Ten never leaves your side all day, except to go and grab you another glass of champagne, or wine. And yes, maybe that by the end of the evening, you are feeling warm and tipsy. Ten is as tipsy as you are, laughing out loud every time he sees Hansol with his phone under the groom's table, or when he tramples your feet every time he lures you onto the dance floor.

The hangover is going to be long and painful, but you don't care. You bath in the warmth of Ten's body, and for the first time ever, you feel happy, truly happy. And you don't want the night to end. But it has to.

"Let's head to bed." Ten smiles, lips against the skin of your neck.

The way to the room is pretty dangerous and long, mostly because of the stairs and your lack of sense of direction. Ten clings to your arm, laughing softly, complimenting everything from the walls to the frames, and even the door handles. You try to open several doors before finding the one of your room, and you scream, victorious.

"Oh shit." You mutter when you hear the guest in the next room groaning. "Sorry to whoever you are, it was not me." You enter the room, and without even taking the time to undress, you drop on the bed. He lies down next to you, turning on his side to put his face on your chest, and you thread your fingers through his blonde hair. You want to open your mouth, say something, but the silence is comforting. And soon you hear his breathing calm down. Ten is asleep. You close your eyes, and fall into a deep slumber fairly quickly, probably because of the alcohol.

When you wake up the next morning, you are surprised to feel the comforter covering your body, and the cushion under your head, because in your memories, you fell asleep across the bed, Ten against you. When you open your eyes, a sob leaves your lips. The light is too intense, but it is nothing against the migraine that keeps you from thinking.

"Ten ?" You swallow, your mouth is dry and feels like cotton. You turn your head cautiously, and you smile softly. A bottle of water is placed next to a bottle of aspirine on the bedside table. You straighten to swallow one of the pills, your eyes focusing on the note next to the lamp.

"My love, first of all, I want to apologize for the words that you are about to read. And I really hope you can understand. The last two months with you have been incredible, I could never have asked for more. I do not know if I have ever been as happy as I am since I met you. Last night made me realize that even if I love you more than anything in the world, we cannot be together. We will not have our happy ending in this life, that's why I decided to leave. I can't imagine losing you, seeing you die before my eyes without being able to change the course of things. And I don't want to have to think about the pain you might feel if I died in your arms. I only ask you for one thing: don't look for me. Be happy, don't put yourself in unnecessary danger, because we both know we will find each other again. I don't know where, or even when, but I know from the bottom of my heart that you will wait for me as much as it's needed, as I would wait for you until the end. Don't be mad, please. I love you. Ten."

The paper is stained by the tears running down your cheeks, and the ink is already starting to fade. Is that the pain of losing someone you love that you are feeling? The pain of a broken heart? Because if that's it, you refuse to feel it any longer. It's too much for you. You get up, unable to breathe. The room is too small, and too hot, it's stuffy. Everything is too much.

"I cant. I can't do it. Please take me back. I don't want this life if Ten is not in it. Please." You fall on your knees, not even blinking at the burn of the carpet. It hurts, it's unbearable. "Please, please." You close your eyes, lying on the side with your knees against your chest. "Bring me back !" You scream, your voice breaking into a painful sob. You are overreacting, you know that, but you can’t help, it hurts so much.

"It's not as bad as I thought it would be," Hansol says with a sigh. "living with her." You stop dead in your track to look at your older brother who came to visit you. It is not something you thought you would ever hear from him, but you are glad. Even if it's not the happiness he was expecting all his life, he still deserves it.

"Really ? That's good then." The older boy nods.

"Mostly because I took your advice. I had a talk with her about our respective soulmates." you lower your gaze on the ground for a second but you tell him to keep going, no matter how much it hurts to hear anything related to a soulmate. "We decided to stay together for the parents, to do what they expect us to do whilst trying to make things work with our soulmates. And so far, it's been great."

You turn to the door of the shop, key in your hand as Hansol puts his hand on your shoulder to force you to look at him. "He'll find you." You told Hansol about Cyan, and her book of colours, the time you had in the alternate reality, and even if at first he had a hard time believing you and your words, he finally came around after a few months.

"It's been a year already.. I don't know, I wonder if having hope is not as bad as losing it." When you woke up that one morning after you brother's wedding in the other reality, on your own and full of memories of Ten, you ran to the shop to ask Cyan if the life you had there was counted as one, or if you still had to see him die before your well deserved happy ending. You remember crying to the point of passing out when Cyan told you that yes, the time you had in the alternate reality was indeed counted a full life. You being back meant that you could finally have your happy ever after. But when ? You didn’t know.

And since then, you had started to see him everywhere. At the corner of a street, waiting in front of your apartment, but it was only your mind playing tricks on you every time.

"Don't lose hope. He promised, remember ?" You nod, and he kisses the top of your head. "I have to go, but I'll come back next week, alright ?" And with that, the boy leaves.

You finally open the door of the shop, and you open the lights ones after the other, inhaling the familiar scent of dust. A few months ago, Cyan contacted you to offer you a job in her shop. She thought that maybe it would be easier for you to find Ten. You had doubts at first, and yet you come to work every morning. Sitting behind the counter, you watch the passers-by behind the window, hoping that one day it will be Ten. But so far, no success.

Working at "Le bazar des rêves" is interesting. You like hearing stories behind some of the objects people are bringing in, even if most of them are heartbreaking, maybe you need that sort of pain to help you stay sane. You turn the pages of an old book when the door opens, but when you look up, no one is there. You shrug, the wind likes to scare you sometimes. Or maybe it is a spirit using an object as a vessel, who knows. Cyan told you some crazy stories.

"Excuse me, I found this ring with the adress of the shop ?" The voice makes you jump, not because of how familiar it sounds, but because you weren't expecting anyone. Your face break into a smile when your eyes land on a boy with long pink hair, and brown eyes ready to turn into a sunset of its own with the slightlest ray of sunshine.

"Oh, this ring is really special, would you like to hear its story ?" The boy seems incapable of taking his eyes off of you, you can practically hear the conflicts inside his heads as he tries to remember if he ever met you before, and why everything about you feels familiar. Like his body remembered something his brain couldn't.

"I'd like that, I guess." You beckon him to follow you in the backroom of the shop.

Hansol was right. Ten did promise.

#cznnet #wayv #nct #wayv imagines #nct imagines #wayv scenarios #nct scenarios #ten scenarios #ten imagines

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kyndaris · 4 years

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A Vikingr Saga for the Ages

Ever since the first game in the franchise, I was enraptured by the idea of stalking my prey on the rooftops of Renaissance Italy and then leaping down - slaying them with a flourish. I didn’t know it yet but the marriage between history and stealthy parkour had me hooked from the very first trailer for Assassin’s Creed. When the series pivoted towards mythology and set further in history than ever before, I eagerly followed. From Ptolemaic Egypt to Ancient Greece. It should come as no surprise that I devoured, then, that I devoured as much of the world that I could in the latest entry: Assassin’s Creed: Valhalla. And after clocking in just under 150 hours, there is much for me to unpack in Ubisoft’s latest entry into the Assassin’s Creed franchise. That, and a fierce desire to finally start watching Vikings.

When I initially booted up Assassin’s Creed: Valhalla (AC:V), I will admit that I was a little disappointed with the control scheme. Once again, Ubisoft had made it a confusing mess with trigger buttons instead of face buttons used to attack. Since I had just come from Spider-Man: Miles Morales, it took a good long while for me to adjust. Several hours later, after fumbling through my first battle with a lost drengr (I actually dumbed down the difficulty a litte), I finally managed to find my footing and was on my way to England to scrape out a place for the Raven Clan.

As for stealth...well, the less said about it the better. I never found it effective. It was much easier to smash my way through, axe in hand (or greatsword) and lay waste to their paltry resistance with a mixture of heavy attacks and parrying. I also, hardly used the bow (one of my favourite weapons to being stealthy in Origins and Odyssey).

The story in AC: V is a little messy. Most of it is done through a separate arcs for each territory Eivor ventures through: from East Anglia to Snotinghamscire, with little to link it all together except the main character. Were it not for the very loose story threat surrounding Sigurd and the conquering of Mercia to establish a firm foothold in this new land of England, many of the storylines could be regarded as standalone adventures in Eivor’s epic saga of conquest.

That doesn’t, of course, mean it’s bad. Merely disjointed. Particularly when I went from Jorvik and its Yule Tide celebrations to Glowecestrescire that was right in the midst of Samhain right after each other. Did I go back in time? Or did almost an entire year fly past Eivor with none the wiser?

Still, even though they were mostly standalone storylines, I still very much liked all the characters I met along the way. My favourites were the earnest Hunwald, noble Ceolbert (his death was almost as bad as all the horse deaths I’ve encountered in video games) and fun-loving Twydwr (particularly when he and Eivor were drunk, and messing with the local chickens) On the Norse side, I very much enjoyed the banter between Eivor and her childhood friend Vili. But the one that I admisted most was Soma. She was the jarlskona of Grantebridgescire - the first place I explored after landing in England. And one, I hoped I could romance to some degree. Alas, my hopes were dashed on that end.

What I did find a little intriguing were how Sigurd and Eivor were sages for the Isus: Odin and Tyr. And in their little Raven Clan, revealed much later, was also Freyr. It seemed strange that so many of the reincarnated Isu were all incredibly close at hand.

In this title, Ubisoft was able to focus again a little more on their complex lore that was seeded throughout the first few games. And while some questions were answered, it still left plenty of mysteries of where the games go from here - particularly from a modern-day standpoint. Though I am reluctant to see the franchise go, it does feel like Ubisoft is finally coming to a close on the grand story that they are trying to tell. What the end result turns out to be is still to be determined, but more emphasis needs to be focused on the central conflict.

For a game that still has Assassin’s Creed in the title, Eivor’s connection with the order and their enemies seemed very tangential. While I killed many Order of the Ancient members, there was no sense of personal investiture, like, say with Ezio’s quest. The only ones that I felt motivated to put an end to were Fulke and Kjotve the Cruel. Unfortunately, all the build-up in the first scenes with Eivor were quickly resolves within the first two to three hours of the game, and Fulke’s arc was all but over in the half-way point.

I suppose the main reason for my discontent with the narrative of AC: V is the fact that there is no Big Bad for Eivor and her Raven Clan. Yes, Aelfred of Wessex is a ‘villain’ that hinders our protagonist, but he never felt like an oppressive threat.

Basim’s reveal, somewhat late in the game, was also a little underwhelming. Yes, he did look an awful lot like Loki, but how did he manage to get to Norway? He hadn’t accompanied Sigurd and Eivor. Did he travel with a third party? How did he know that Sigurd and Eivor would be in the ruins of an Isu temple? So many questions, so little time.

Then there was the whole ‘Heir of Memories’ and the fact that Layla seemed so worn. After finishing Assassin’s Creed: Odyssey, my last impression of her was receiving the Staff of Hermes Trismegistus from Kassandra and being hopeful for the future. Fast forward to AC: V and Layla is tired. The world is on the edge of destruction once again and she’s now paired up with married couple: Rebecca Crane and Shaun Hastings (the two last appearing undercover in Assassin’s Creed IV: Black Flag).

On a side note, why are their adventures all done in the comics or some other media? AND WHY DO I NOT HAVE ACCESS TO ANY OF THIS?

And because I didn’t play the expansions for Assassin’s Creed: Odyssey, I knew too little regarding the modern-day struggles with Layla. In fact, I basically resorted to the Assassin’s Creed wiki to bring me up to date. Honestly, DLC should never be story-related. Or, if it is, should be more tangential rather than major. It’s a terrible practice that quite a few publishers do, and which leaves players such as myself playing catch-up.

The only one that landed with any oomph (at least for me) were the Asgard and Jotunheim arcs. These were connected and told the story of Havi as he struggled to find a way to avert his fate. The final battle also proved challenging and climactic. A far cry from the ‘endings’ that the main story provided. In all honesty, I probably should have left that to last while completing everything else first. But the temptation was too great and I was vastly overlevelled.

I also enjoyed the play on the Norse myths. The only downside with the Builder was that there was no horse to help him. And so, there was no sexy mare Loki to tempt away the Builder’s horse - giving birth to Sleipnir. The other stuff, though, was clever. And I liked the references made to other myths, such as fighting against ‘old age’ and Thrym’s disastrous marriage to ‘Thor dressed as Freyr.’

What was also a little odd, at least for me, was that there was no definitive part where the credits rolled. Much like in Assassin’s Creed: Odyssey and Assassin’s Creedy: Origins. Personally, I hate it. Credits give closure and tell gamers that the narrative that they were pursuing has come to an end. It lets me reflect on everything that I experienced and is an indication that I can finally set the controller down.

Assassin’s Creed: Valhalla also came with its fair share of bugs and glitches. Many, after reading up on them, made me frightened to continue. One, in particular, took me a while to figure out an alternative to: entering Lunden. I didn’t help that the more I read, the more I worried about encountering a game-breaking bug. Thankfully, most were simply treasure hoards not loading, late texture pop-ins that were a little frightening, and the drunk Eivor every time I loaded up the game.

Despite its many faults, I still very much enjoyed my time roaming around England, Vinland and Norway as I worked to build up Eivor’s reputation and to ensure her name would be sung for ages to come. Like a true Vikingr, I played copious amounts of orlog, drank mead and tore up the battlefield to create a home for my people.

Even better, at Gunnar’s wedding, I managed to finally woo Randvi (who I abstained from bedding down with earlier on in the game)! That, perhaps, elevated the game for me and I can be happy knowing that all my hard work paid off.

(As an additional aside, I also love how many of the side quests or ‘mysteries’ in AC: Valhalla made references to popular culture. From Winnie the Pooh to Alice in Wonderland. AND ROBIN HOOD! THE NPC CALLED LITTLE JOHN HAD ME GUFFAWING!)

#Assassin's Creed: Valhalla #AC:V #Assassin's Creed #video games #Eivor x Randvi

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edgypea · 4 years

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Ehhh I don’t really like any of those Q’s for the Bioshock AU, so maybe just tell us a little about it? Is it based on one of the games (settings) in particular? What roles do the various Kuro characters slot into? (And anything else you want to add.)

Yeah!

So basically this is my excuse to try rewriting Bioshock Infinite, a game I absolutely adore but also really hate (if you’ve played it, you probably know why lol).

My biggest gripe(s) with it is that it tries to dip its toes into too deep in too many pools. I want to love how it ends because it’s such an interesting note that they try to surprise you with. Because it delves too deep into so many other themes though, it makes the ending feel like it came out of literally nowhere. It felt as though it had literally nothing to do with what we, the player, Booker and Elizabeth, were doing the entire time.

Another issue I had was that they tried to have interesting characters and meaningful relationships between them, but they didn’t... try that hard. Character interactions are too rushed and sudden for the most part after those first two-ish hours of gameplay.

Yet ANOTHER ISSUE, but this one’s a SPOILER (so please skip this paragraph if you haven’t gone through Bioshock Infinite yet, please): The weird message about how the world isn’t just black and white they were doing to give Elizabeth some ‘character development’. It could’ve worked, but they wanted to compare genocidal racism/classism/ableism/etc with the attempted murder of one (1) white, upper-class child and say that both sides were in the wrong. That could’ve been done... a lot better.

I also recently reblogged a post that explains another reason why the game is disappointing way better than I ever could here if you don’t mind spoilers.

So really, this is a rewrite of Bioshock Infinite attempting to fix what could’ve been a really amazing story, in my personal opinion. I could have very easily done this while using the same characters, but I wanted to also give myself a challenge and throw in completely different characters to fill in the roles of the main cast (+ I’m a kuro blog that hasn’t done a very good job contributing to the fandom so far). So, this is a crossover au.

Roles:

Sebastian: Booker Dewitt

Main character #1.

He’s launched into this situation because he was paid to do it. Or, at least he was promised payment to do this. Go to Columbia, find the boy, and bring him back to wipe away the rest of his crippling debt.

Depressed, impatient, streetsmart, and a former alcoholic. He’s been around the block and knows his way around conflict.

Also an absolute badass, as to be expected. Plus, look, they have suspicious marks on the back of same hand ;)

Ciel: Elizabeth

Main character #2

Coy, sarcastic, and booksmart.

The boy trapped in the tower all his life, being observed without consent because he has something nobody else has. He’s dangerous, but he doesn’t know that yet. He doesn’t do much in terms of socializing anyways, so of course he’s going to freak out when this random man breaks through the roof right in front of him.

He just wants to go to Paris, man.

Circus crew, the servants, and mayybbeee Lau and Ran-Mao: members of the Vox Populi

They all have their reasons to fight for what’s right. Forced to go into hiding or work in inhumane conditions just to survive in the floating city of Colubia, everyone here has the motivation to throw a stone at the 1%.

Agni and Soma: Daisy Fitzroy

Because they come in later, I’m still contemplating a bit on this. Daisy Fitzroy is probably still going to be in this au, but Soma and Agni are going to fill in her story role for the most part (in terms of interacting directly with Ciel and Sebastian).

Reaper GANG: The Luteces

Kinda like how they are in the manga, they’re oddballs that only pop up when they’re needed and typically leave Sebastian and Ciel with more questions than answers. They obviously know more than they’re letting on.

Vincent: Zachary Comstock

A self-proclaimed profit and founder of Columbia. He leads what looks to be a paradise from an outside perspective and he is a man looked up to by all.

Totally not a cult leader.

Undertaker: Jeremiah Fink

Vincent’s right-hand man. He’s the one behind most, if not all of the technological advancements here on Columbia. To add the cherry on top, he’s a job giver to those poor, unfortunate souls who don’t belong in the floating city.

This is an au that I want to try getting people who are both familiar and unfaliar with the game to be interested in, so I’m kinda excited to see who reads this. I’m excited about the feedback I can get from this, so I can improve my writing.

Because it’s been a while since I put this au aside, I’m currently going back over the first chapter or so and trying to clean it up. This is the first fic I’ll be posting in probably 5-6 years. I’m rusty. Please be patient with me. ;u;

pspsps I commissioned the lovely @luci-on-the-moon quite a while ago to get a feel on what Ciel and Sebby would look like in this au. Find it here, check it out, and give them the attention they deserve. <3

#long post #kjfdjlagjl it's so LONG ahjkagsjk sorry sorry #i probably didn't even answer this right #you sly dog #you got me rambling about bioshock infinite

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edxwin-elric · 5 years

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Nothing, Something, Everything

Rating: T

Pairing: Soma/Soul Eater x Maka Albarn

Disclaimer: I don’t own Soul Eater.

Word Count: 1502

Title: Nothing, Something, Everything

Description: Soul Eater One Shot – Fluff

Maka is doing some homework when Soul shows up and interrupts everything.

A/N: Request by anon. “Could you hold my hand?” from these fluff/blushy prompts.

ffn || ao3

Maka

I take a deep breath of fresh air before exhaling slowly and looking back at my homework. I’m sitting out on the balcony at the academy since the weather is nice. I was hoping a change of scenery would help me focus on this archaic reading assignment. Unfortunately, I’ve been stuck rereading the same paragraph for the last half hour, and I still have no clue what any of it actually means. I shift the book to the side as a shadow blocks my light.

I look up to find Soul standing over me.

“What are you doing out here?” he asks, leaning over to look at my book.

“Trying to read,” I mutter.

“I brought you some food.”

“Really?” I blink and look up at him.

Any kind of distraction is welcome at this point.

“Yeah. Here.”

He sits down next to me and hands me a box of chicken and vegetables along with chopsticks. We eat in silence, and I start looking at the text again, setting the box of food in between us so I can pick pieces out of it without having to hold it.

“Is it that interesting?” Soul asks after a minute.

“What?” I glance at him.

“Whatever you’re reading. It looks like it must be fascinating for you to stare at it like that.”

“More like impossible.” I frown.

He’s quiet again, and I lean over the book a little more, as if being closer will make it more logical.

“Hey, Maka?”

“Yeah?” I answer without looking at him.

“Could you hold my hand?”

“Yeah, sure.” I set my chopsticks down, and he grabs my hand with his larger one.

“Is everything okay?” I ask, sitting up and looking over at him. “I mean, is something wrong?”

“No.” He shakes his head, and I blink.

“Then why did you want to hold my hand?”

He grins, and I stare at him, waiting.

“I just want to hold your hand, Maka. That’s it.”

“What? Why?”

“I just do.” He shrugs.

“Well, then…no.”

“Why not?”

“Because…because…”

Because holding hands is romantic, and we’re…just partners. He’s Soul. It would be… He doesn’t think about me like that. I mean, I’ve thought about it, but Soul… He’s never acted like…

“Just because!” I try to pull away, but he won’t let go. “Soul! Let go of my hand.”

“Uh-huh.” He smirks. “You offered it to me, and I’m keeping it.”

“Soul, I need to—I’m trying to read–” I tug against his grip, but he’s stronger than me. “Quit! You’re going to knock over my food.”

“Why don’t you want to hold my hand?” he asks, pinning me with a look.

I swallow and look away, half-heartedly tugging on my hand again.

“Maka?”

“It feels…”

“Right,” he says softly, “and it scares you.”

He’s right. Holding his hand is like…soul resonance. Everything is in sync all of the sudden, and it terrifies me.

“Soul…”

“It scares me, too,” he goes on, “but I don’t want to fight it anymore.”

“But…”

I feel panicky, and I start to pull away again. He moves the box of food before I can move, and then he tugs sharply on my hand and my entire body follows it sideways. I fall into him, and he rolls onto his back, taking me with him. I land mostly on top of him, my cheek against his chest, our still-linked hands next to his head, his other arm around my back.

“Much better,” he mutters.

I stare at him for a second trying to figure out what just happened.

“What are we doing now?” I ask, squirming against him.

“Nothing,” he sighs, closing his eyes. “We’re lying here, holding hands, and doing nothing.”

I lick my lips, and take a slow breath. I can hear his heartbeat, and I can feel his chest moving when he breathes. His fingers squeeze mine, and I never want them to let go. His hand on my back moves a bit, and I gasp as my stomach flips wildly.

This isn’t how weapons and meisters interact. This is… This is like being a couple.

Right?

“Soul?” I murmur, lifting my head to see him better.

“Mmm. Yeah, Maka?”

“This doesn’t feel like nothing,” I say carefully.

His fingers move around my hand, intertwining with mine.

“You’re right. It’s not nothing, I guess.”

“Then…what is it? Are we…what are we?”

“I’m not sure exactly,” he replies quickly. “But we’re definitely something.”

“What kind of something?”

“I don’t know.” He shrugs, and I feel it when he moves. “Something good, I hope.”

What does he even mean by that? We’re doing something good, or we are something good?

“Is this flirting?” I ask, feeling incredibly dumb. “Are you flirting with me?”

“No, I’m not… I don’t think so,” he mutters. “I’m not trying to. Or maybe I am?”

“Soul Eater Evans, what is going on?” I move off of him and sit up, though he doesn’t let go of my hand.

“Fuck,” he mutters, propping up on an elbow and looking over at me. “It’s… I don’t want to ruin things with us, but I want…more.”

“More?” I echo hesitantly.

“Can’t you feel it, Maka?”

I close my eyes for a second and let it run through me—the rightness of being like this with him.

“Yeah,” I whisper.

“I know you don’t really trust men, and it might not be fair to ask you this, but…I don’t want you to hold anyone’s hand but mine, you know?”

“You’re only seventeen, Soul,” I remind him. “I wouldn’t quite call that being a man.”

“Hey.” He frowns.

“But…I trust you more than I trust anyone,” I admit, looking at our fingers, “and I don’t want to hold hands with anyone else anyway.”

“Okay. Cool.”

“That’s it?” I raise my eyebrows at him. “You make this big dramatic thing out of holding my hand and all you have to say is, ‘Okay. Cool?”

“Wait.” He sits up fully. “That goes for kissing too.”

“Um, what?” I blink at him.

“You can only hold my hand, and you can only kiss…me.”

His face pales, and I blink in confusion.

Did he just say…

“You want me to kiss you?” I stare at him.

“What? No!” He yanks his hand from mine, and my stomach twists at its absence. “I mean, that’s not—I didn’t–”

“You do!” I jump to my feet. “You want to kiss me!”

Oh my God. He wants to kiss me.

“Maka, don’t–”

“Why?” I interrupt him, feeling weird and kind of hysterical. “You’re my partner, Soul. You’re not supposed to want to–”

“Because you’re everything, you idiot!”

“What?” I breathe as he climbs to his feet.

“You heard me. You’re everything. You’re my partner, my meister, my roommate, my friend… Maka, you’re my family. If anything ever happened to you, I…”

“Soul…”

“I love you, Maka,” he says in a low voice. “That’s why I wanted to hold your hand.”

“Oh.”

That’s all I can say, actually. I’m sort of stunned speechless in the wake of his enormous confession.

“Shit. I didn’t mean to spring this on you,” he mumbles. “I just… I was trying to see if you felt it, too, but…”

I blink, and he turns away.

“I guess I really fucked this up.”

“Soul, wait!”

He turns back, and I grab his hand in both of mine.

“You…you wanted me to kiss you, right?” I ask nervously, my cheeks feeling hot.

“Maka…”

I kiss him before I can overthink it. It’s short and gentle, and all I really can tell is that his lips are soft, but when I look at him, he’s staring at me like he’s never seen me before.

“You’re everything to me, too, Soul,” I confess, my heart racing. “So, I guess that makes you my boyfriend.”

He blinks at me before his face splits into that stupid grin I love.

“Cool. Way, way cool.”

What?

“Are you serious?” I glare at him. “I kiss you and tell you you’re my boyfriend, and your response is ‘Way cool?’”

“What do you want me to say, Maka?” He narrows his eyes at me.

“Oh, I don’t know,” I start sarcastically. “Maybe–”

“I told you I loved you,” he interrupts, “what more do you want?”

“That’s not—How can you even–”

“Don’t you have homework?” He starts to walk away.

“Soul, don’t change the subject!” I yell, following him.

“I’ll see you back at the apartment.”

“Soul!”

He stops at the door and looks back at me. “What?”

I take a short breath and glance over at my impossible homework.

“Give me a second to grab my stuff, and we can walk home together, cool?”

He grins, and I feel bizarrely shy.

“Cool.”

Soul finishes the food he brought me while I grab my book. When I join him, he throws the box away and takes my book, reaching down to hold my now-empty hand.

“Let’s go home, Maka.”

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Hello my friend!! I know I mentioned doing an Agni and Prince Soma s/o preference headcannons (since their content is so little out here :( ) BUT!!! Could I also request you do a Bard x femreader smut? Or as far nsfw as you are willing to go? And I know you wanted ideas for ‘pet names’ so here’s what I like - babe, love, doll, sweet face (<- I usually call the other person that last one 😂 idk) whenever you have time!! I know you work hard on your writing and I don’t want to rush you at all! Hope all is well :) ✌️

🌲| fucking hell this took ages. im so sorry wtf thank you so much for the kindness and patience<33 for the record this is a request made before my hiatus!

"I'm glad you were finally able to get away from work," you sighed, head resting on Bardroy's chest and his arm around your shoulders. "Really, I don't know why you insist on staying over there- the Phantomhives aren't people I would want to spend time with daily..."

Bardroy chuckled understandingly. "They aren't the most pleasant, I'll admit that. But I've got friends over there that make the time bearable. Pay's not half bad either." He grinned mischievously before going on. "And anyway, the only Phantomhive that I work for is Ciel, and the kid behaves a lot worse than he is."

"Yeah... one can only put up an act for so long," you agreed, tone somewhat wistful. "Listen-" you sat up some, resting your hands where your head was and facing Bardroy, who looked back at you questioningly. "Isn't there any way you could... take a bit more time off? I feel like I'm seeing you less and less during the day, and you don't even stay here with me at night. I don't want to come off as clingy or anything, but I do miss you...sometimes," you added sheepishly, suddenly mortified at your confession.

Bardroy sighed as you laid back down on his chest, bringing his hand up to run his fingers through your hair. "I know, and I miss you too- but I do want you to understand this isn't a job I can just... you know, leave when I feel like it. Believe me, if I could, I'd recommend you to Ciel himself- but unfortunately, that just isn't how it works." Another sigh. "Look, whatever you want to make it up to you, I'm here."

You smiled lovingly up at your boyfriend before looking back down at the bedsheets. "I know you're trying, and I can't tell you how much I appreciate that. I'm just worried that we're missing out on things. We don't go on dates. I see you maybe less than forty-eight hours a week. And we haven't done anything really romantic... in fact, I think this right here is the furthest we've gone." You laughed a little, trying to make it seem like that didn't bother you. However, Bardroy's lips spread into a smirk.

"And how far would you like us to go, pretty?" A bit roughly, he took your chin in his hand and tilted your head up towards his, a sly glint in his eye as his gaze locked with yours. A rush of heat washed over your cheeks as you realized what you'd said.

Your eyes widening, you quickly tried to amend your previous statement. "Of course, I don't mean- it's really no pre-"

"But do you want to?"

You blinked, staying quiet for a minute. You knew exactly what he meant, and despite the little time you'd been able to spend with Bardroy, you knew that he didn't have ill intent. There wasn't a truly evil bone in his body. And you definitely wanted to go further than just the occasional fruitless make out session once every other week or so when you actually got to see him.

You glanced up at Bardroy, wide-eyed but your confidence rising. "Yes-"

The word was barely halfway out of your mouth when he kissed you, making you draw in a sharp breath at the suddenness of it. His hand was wrapped beneath your jaw and chin; his lips were warm and inviting, making it impossible to not kiss him back. His tongue made its way into your mouth, deeper than it ever had before, and your hands came up to cup his cheeks, fingertips running across the rough stubble along his jaw.

Bardroy pulled away abruptly after a few more seconds to peer into your eyes, his stare so intense you felt you would melt right there. "Still not enough, Y/N?"

You were about to answer when suddenly Bardroy's lips were on your neck just below your jawline, the tip of his nose brushing against your skin. Abruptly, he sat up, taking you with him and forcefully adjusting you so that you were sitting in his lap, his legs stretched out beneath you. Suddenly feeling a little embarrassed, you averted your eyes as his head moved down further, tugging down the neckline of your shirt to reach your collarbone. Meanwhile, his other hand slid down your body down to your thighs; you could feel his fingertips gently push your thighs apart and slip beneath your dress; you gave him a furtive glance.

Bardroy, sensing your eyes on him, glanced back up at you with a sly expression on his face and chuckled a little. "Ah, don't give me that look. You were the one talking about how we hadn't gone far enough."

Your face heated up and you turned your gaze to the ceiling, trying to hide your small smile. "Yeah, I know."

Bardroy scoffed good-naturedly. "Just relax for me, alright, doll? I'll make you feel good." With that, he straightened back up to kiss you on the lips and, sliding his fingers into your dampening panties, began to rub your clit gingerly, just barely making contact.

You almost broke the kiss as a pleasured sigh slipped out, you head falling back just slightly, but Bardroy caught your chin again, his lips spreading into a mischievous smile as he kept his pace, making sure he didn't touch you too much despite you occasionally bucking your hips.

"Easy, Y/N... I'm not going anywhere."

You bit your lower lip petulantly, eyebrows furrowing. "Then stop teasing."

Bardroy arched a brow and suddenly pressed harder on your clit, causing you to emit a broken whine. Watching your face flush, he chuckled lightly. "If you don't like my teasing, why are you moaning?"

Your hand came up to cover your face, your lips pressed firmly together. "Stop," you pleaded. You could feel your own slick on the skin of your inner thighs, and it was driving you crazy.

"Mm. So you just want me to go ahead and finger you?" Bardroy queried, fingers rolling your clit in between the tips; you had to struggle to stop your thighs from pressing together.

You hesitated for a split second, but soon you gave in to the increasingly good feeling of his hand in between your legs, your nod barely detectable. Somewhat reassuringly, his free hand squeezed one side of your waist as the other hiked your dress further up your thighs and your underwear further down.

Bardroy slipped a single finger into your entrance, the initial feeling making you wince in discomfort, which he noticed. "If this hurts, you need to let me know, alright babe?"

You nodded again, just trying to focus on adjusting, toes clenching and unclenching as you slowly felt yourself relax enough to allow Bardroy to move his finger.

Soon enough, your breathing began to grow heavy, and he slid a second finger in when he knew it was starting to feel good. Your hands, resting on his shoulders, squeezed them as the sensation grew.

"Please- do you think you could go a little faster?" you asked, lips parted and eyelashes fluttering as your chest rose and fell. The discomfort had faded now, replaced with a growing knot of pleasure that threatened to come undone with every movement of Bardroy's fingers.

"Should I?" Bardroy wondered aloud, curling his fingers and making you gasp. "I certainly wouldn't want you to ruin these pretty panties of yours..."

Your voice was airy when you replied. "Mm- Bardroy, I don't care. Please just go faster."

"Alright, then." He obliged, a smile on his face, and you thrust your hips forward, wanting his fingers to go deeper and whimpering with every pulse.

"Aw- I love the way you look when you do that, love. You know- if you wanna come so bad, you can help get yourself off." Bardroy's other hand left your waist to take one of your hands, guiding it down in between your own legs. Looking down a bit sheepishly, you slowly began to rub your own throbbing clit, gradually picking up speed as you realized how much it added to the pleasure you were already experiencing.

"There you go, love," Bardroy praised you softly as your eyes started to roll into the back of your head, your hips squirming. "Aren't you the prettiest thing, trying to make yourself come?"

You didn't respond, breathing hard as you began to rub your clit more frantically, simultaneously thrusting into Bardroy's fingers as the pleasure slowly began to overwhelm you.

"Bardroy- I think I'm gonna- aah! I-"

"Go ahead and cum for me, darling." Tenderly, he smoothed back a strand of hair sticking to your face.

"Oh- oh, fuck- oh!" Hand still on your clit, you squirted around Bardroy's fingers, body shaking as you did. Your juices spilled down your thighs and dripped down his wrist, you almost in tears as Bardroy fingered you sloppily, whimpering in ecstasy as your high finally came.

After a few more seconds, you had started to relax, and Bardroy gently withdrew his fingers, holding you by the waist with both hands while your breathing slowed. Letting out one last heavy exhale, you allowed yourself to relax, almost exhausted as you melted into his arms.

Bardroy, observing the wetness on his fingers, smirked and turned back to look at you; you were laying back down on the bed. "Hey, Y/N."

You tiredly turned to look at him. "Yeah?"

"Far enough for ya?" His smirk widened.

"Oh, shut up."

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