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[youreaclownnow]

02/14 💝

[seungiepop]

𝑵𝒐 𝑵𝒖𝒕 𝑵𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓

L number one pt 2

pairing: enha x best friend reader

characters: all enha members, Shin Yuna (itzy), Choi Beomgyu (TXT), and Mark lee (NCT)

caution: sexual context (only implied on the legal line), cursing, the reader is an 03’ line with sunoo and yuna

genre: social media au and one shots

wc: 1.2k

L number one p1

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Heeseung stepped into the warm apartment, the smell of fresh baked goods roamed in his scent. Walking through the crowded hallway towards the kitchen he saw Y/n cutting up some fruit “Hey pretty girl!”

“Hee! You scared me!”

“Sorry angel.”

“The Vacuum is in the closet down the hall.” she tells him, placing down the knife and wiping her hands with the kitchen cloth.

He nodded his head walking back to the hallway quickly grabbing the cleaning device, walking back to the kitchen. Taking a good look at her he was quick to notice how skimpy her outfit was, the small sleeping shorts with the loose tank top, obvious that she didn’t bother to put on a bra. “So I uh notice Mark and Gyu walking out?” Clearing his throat, pulling out the stool across from her. “Oh yeah! They were playing the game but Mark got a call from Sun that their espresso machine broke.” she huffed, placing a piece of strawberry in her mouth.

“Yikes! the new one?”

She nodded head “Yup, poor Sunoo sounded so done.” she chuckles, placing some of the fruit in a small bowl.”You want some?” gesturing to the fruit. He nodded signaling her to get closer, with a small smile she walked around the counter standing a little closer to him than she normally does.

Y/n had this all planned, knowing how much he loved when it came to her feeding him any type of food. Picking a piece of the fruit she gestured to him to open up to feed him. She watched the way his plump lips wrapped around the silverware and humming at the sweet taste bursting in his mouth.

Fuck how does she make a piece of watermelon taste sweeter than it is?

“S’good” he swallowed

She smiled, glad that he enjoyed it. “Have a strawberry, they’re very juicy and delicious”.

Taking a bit of the red fruit she was feeding his way, he felt a bit of the fruit juice drip on the side of his lips. “Shit-” he pulled back about to wipe his lips off but was stopped “here let me get that for you” she whispered wiping the juice with her thumb making sure he was looking right at her before sucking it off her thumb.

Heeseung cursed to himself, watching the way her glossy lips wrapped around her thumb to suck off the excess juice. Biting his lip he placed a hand on hip pulling her to stand in between his now spread legs “You know, I was really sad that you chose to study with your college friends instead of hanging out with us.” she pouted, wrapping his hoodie string around her finger pulling him even closer so their faces were now inches away from each other.

Heeseung cooed at her expression “I'm sorry doll, but school has really been kicking my ass with finals and stuff that I really haven't been able to go out with.”

Y/n nodded her head understanding, she truly admired him for dedicating so much of his time towards his studies. “You seem really stressed-'' she hummed carefully, running her fingers through his hair and slightly messaging his scalp. Heeseung felt himself lean into her touch, her hands were like magic or something he could bust a whole nut just from her head scratches. His mind was turning into mush “-is there anything I could do to help let out all that tension?”

Why can I feel this on my dick?

“Huh?”

She chuckled at his droopiness “Does that feel good seungie?”

“Mhm..”

Her fingers are fucking magic

“Come on, let's go to the couch, you can relax better over there.”

Taking his hand she led him to the living room, telling him to take a seat before heading back to the kitchen to grab the bowl of her fruit.

“You should take your hoodie off seungie. I turned on the heater not too long before you arrived.” Gesturing to the hood he had on. Making a move Y/n leaned closer to help him remove the piece of clothing, her fingers lightly grazing over the tone muscle of his stomach.

Fuck

He was wearing a plain white shirt, it was so simple yet he made it look good. “You look so tired..” she frowns,

the bags under his eyes are more prominent than ever. Y/n truly wondered if he even gets the right amount of sleep every night. “Don’t worry about me pretty-“ he smiled cupping her cheek with his palm “-i’m fine.” His eyes looked down at her lips, he kissed those lips so many times yet something about the fruit made them look so irresistible.

Y/n inspected his handsome face, his slender nose, brown bambi shaped eyes just looking at her with something she couldn’t read between lust and admiration maybe? Who knows but she loved it.

“Kiss me seungie.”

He didn’t need to be told twice pulling her by the waist his lips connecting with hers. She couldn’t contain the smile that broke out, her hands cradling her face to deepen the kiss. Heeseung couldn’t help himself she needed to be closer

His lips trailed down to her neck, smirking as the noises leaving her lips began to increase. His lips felt like heaven on her neck, the way he sucked harshly yet ran his tongue over the forming bruise sending shivers down her spine. Letting out a breathless giggle she trailed her hand down to his crotch, feeling his bulge harden under her touch.

Heeseung groaned as she continued to palm him through his sweats when was the last time i even nutted? he wondered feeling himself almost cum from her light touches. It truly has been so long since Heeseung has fucked someone properly, is it even worth it lasting a whole month when he hasn’t gotten a single orgasm in four? (not counting his hand).

fuck this bet

I need to get laid

it’s been way too long

Heeseung's grip on her hair tightened, pulling her up against his sweaty chest, his hips slapping against her ass. The new angle makes her eyes rolling back at the new sensation of pleasure, she’s never felt this type of pleasure when it came to anybody. Her tight pussy felt so good wrapped around him, the warm tight feeling of her gummy walls just sucking him in perfectly he was so gone of the pleasure that he had almost forgotten about the bet.

“Hee- faster please!” she whimpered out.

Eyes screwing as he sped up his thrust, the tight pit feeling of her orgasm building up in the pit of her stomach just threatening to snap.

No wonder Chenle spoke so highly of her

Heeseung stop that’s disgusting

Just the thought of their ex-friend alone pissed him off so much he let go of the grip he had on her hair and turned her over so she was now facing him. Sitting back on the couch Heeseung held her hips thrusting in and out of her. Her legs began to shake as the soreness took over her body, almost about to give up. But Heeseung grabbed her by the waist thrusting upwards, hitting her spot every time. Her vision began to blur as the pit tightened with each thrust of his cock.

“I'm cumming, I'm cumming!” she let out the loudest moan of the night as her body shook out of pleasure, her walls spasming around his cock.

He cursed as her orgasm triggered his, he thrust into her a few more times before pulling out, admiring their juices mixed together.

$1200 down the drain

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Authors note: Here is the long awaited “L number one” part 2. I apologize for making you guys wait so long, it was supposed to be posted two days ago but something came up but here you guys go! Hope you guys enjoy <3

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[possibilistfanfiction]

surgeons au word prompt - "breathless"

[early days, also if u like climbing this is a bonus fun one lol]

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you’re already kind of gassed when beatrice gets to the gym, mostly hanging out on the mat with marco and watching jehan slip from a hold on a new v6 over and over again. 

the first time you met beatrice, a few years ago, when she had just moved and was new to the gym, she had climbed a few lower grades and stretched and then quietly and calmly puzzled her way through a hard v7 that you’d been trying to send for days. she’s, like, totally sick and also really reserved, so it’s extra cool when she sits with you and asks about how your landscaping job is going or how your cat is enjoying the new perch you’d gotten, always remembering the most important parts of all the stupid shit you tell her. 

you — and the rest of the guys, too — have also been trying to set her up for, like, two years now. in your opinion, you’d had the best shot with lucia, who you’d flirted with at the coffee shop next door until she laughed kindly and told you she wasn’t interested in men. which, totally cool, because obviously, no offense to jehan, but his sister kind of sucks, so of course that was going to be a bust with someone as cool as beatrice. 

disappointingly, though, she and lucia had decided to just be friends, a huge bummer because beatrice would’ve had a hot girlfriend and danny would’ve owed you twenty bucks, but it’s cool. she climbs on her days off from work — it’s, like, fucking wild to actually know a surgeon — and blows you all out of the water with what seems like just a moderate amount of effort. 

today, though — in addition to the free barbecue your boss had bought for lunch — fucking rocks, because someone very pretty walks in, holding hands with beatrice and smiling as they talk animatedly, using a cane with most steps but gesturing with it when something in their conversation is extra exciting, which makes beatrice smile a smile you’ve definitely never seen before. she had very briefly mentioned a few weeks ago that she had gone on a first date, blushing profusely when you had gotten excited and then flying up a few routes in quick succession, which had made you laugh. you hadn’t gotten anything else out of her, but you’re not offended because she mostly just listens and climbs, always willing to talk you through a route that you’re struggling with that she’s sent before. 

‘hey beatrice,’ you greet, maybe too eagerly, when she stops by the cubbies to put her clogs and jacket away. 

she smiles though — not the same one as earlier, but definitely kind still. ‘hey sam.’ she turns to the person next to her, who is grinning, bouncing on their toes a little even. ’ava, this is sam, one of my friends here. sam, this is ava.’

there’s no more explanation, and you’re momentarily a little worried that ava’s feelings might get hurt, but their happy expression doesn’t change a bit, and they shake your offered hand enthusiastically.

‘i’ve been asking bea for weeks if i could come watch her climb.’

beatrice, for her part, doesn’t change course from where she’s slipping on her climbing shoes, situating a beanie — typical in general for her, but not this pale blue she has on right now — after she’d taken her hoodie off. her t-shirt is also new, worn and faded from a school you know she definitely didn’t go to, and it’s kind of, like, the best day ever. your mom always reminds you that, sometimes, you come on a little too strong when you’re excited, so you take a deep breath and remind yourself to be totally normal.

‘bea’s amazing,’ you say, normal but honest too. 

ava looks toward beatrice fondly. ‘she told me that she was competent, which, in beatrice translation, means totally fucking awesome.’

you laugh.

‘and,’ ava adds, following when beatrice nods once and then chalks her hands, keeping it all inside her bag so neatly — enviable, always — and then stands, silently, in front of a v3, ‘i imagine it’s, like, really hot.’

thankfully, beatrice doesn’t turn around, so she misses your absolute beaming smile at ava. theoretically you guess they could be friends, but you’ve never seen beatrice voluntarily touch another person in two years, so you think, for someone to get to hold beatrice’s hand, to make her happy like that, probably means they’re something. 

beatrice glides through the route, smooth and patient, just warming up, and ava sits down on the edge of the mat next to you and sighs.’ i love being right.’

you laugh. ‘that’s just a warm up for her too.’ sure enough, beatrice stretches a bit and then climbs up and down two v1s in quick and easy succession. she’s calm and fast; even if you can sometimes send routes she’s, honestly, just a little too short for, you’re fairly certain you never make things look effortless. 

‘are you gonna try climbing?’ you ask, because it’s easy and because ava’s only half paying attention to you anyway. jehan and marco start talking to beatrice about the route they’ve been stuck on, and she puts her hands on her hips and looks at it critically, ava watching the whole time.

‘nah,’ he says. ‘i’ve got a lot of hardware in my spine.’ he turns his back to you, and you see a few scars between his shoulder blades, up to the middle of his neck and going down below the hem of his tank too. 

‘dude, gnarly,’ you say, which, like, whoops, maybe, but you’re super relived when ava just laughs.

‘keeps me up and walking most days, but i don’t think i can do that.’ she gestures over to where jehan has gotten stuck, once again, on an admittedly difficult crimp on the overhang. 

‘well, to be fair,’ you say, as jehan walks over to you both in easy defeat, ‘neither can he.’

‘ha ha,’ he says, then smiles and sits down next to ava, offers his hand and introduces himself. ‘you’re here with beatrice?’

‘yeah,’ ava says, softening a little. ‘i’m her — we’re dating? i guess?’

jehan hums, taking his shoes off for a break and sitting back on his hands. ‘well, we’ve tried to set beatrice up with people for years now, and no one has really gotten past a second date, so i’d say you’re doing great.’

ava laughs, delighted. ‘we’ll circle back to all those failed dates later, because that could definitely be mostly your fault.’

‘hey—‘

‘but, i don’t know.’ ava shrugs. ‘i met her at work and things have just felt, like, really good. easy, even if she’s so quiet sometimes. makes my rambling even worse.’

you all laugh. ‘happens to the best of us,’ jehan says.

‘you’re a surgeon too?’

ava nods, a little pride straightening their spine, lifting their shoulders. ‘i’m still just an intern, but, yeah.’

‘that’s so cool,’ you say, and jehan nods in agreement. ‘jehan’s an engineer —‘

‘— very boring —‘

‘— but i barely graduated high school. i can’t imagine eight years after that, jesus christ.’

ava nods. ‘i have a phd, so even more than that.’

‘jesus christ.’

she just laughs. ‘bea was actually my boss, but i charmed her so much she admitted to the chief of surgery she “had feelings for me” and “needed me to switch to another resident’s service” so she could “pursue something.”’ the air quotes give you a moment of pause but then ava gets all soft. ‘which is awesome, because now we can actually date instead of just, like, yearn or whatever.’

‘ah, the yearning,’ marco says, joining you. ‘sounds gay.’

‘it’s about beatrice,’ you say, ’so, yeah, definitely.’

marco introduces themself and gives ava a high five. ‘are you, like, co-yearning now, or do we need to pester beatrice into committing?’

ava’s smile turns smug. ‘oh, she’s committed.’

the three of you whoop happily, which causes beatrice to turn toward all of you with a glare. it’s not intimidating, though, because her eyes are soft when she looks at ava, who shrugs with a smirk.

‘oh, you’re like, beatrice kryptonite, aren’t you?’ marco asks.

‘maybe she’ll finally get dinner with us tonight then,’ you say, excited about the prospect of beatrice actually coming with you to the brewery next door rather than saying next time again and again. ‘if you’re, like, not busy, obviously.’

ava gets a little distracted by beatrice carefully setting her hands on the wall, but he shakes his head. ‘no, we both have tomorrow off. but you owe me a round if i can convince her.’

‘oh, deal. easy.’

ava returns your fist bump but watches, a little breathless, as beatrice gets to the hold that’s been getting all three of you all afternoon. of course — of course — she breezes right through it, getting a foothold that you’d all missed too to send the route.

‘first try,’ jehan whines. ‘not fair, beatrice.’

she laughs from the top of the wall, then climbs halfway down and lands silently on her feet, walks over to you and sits on the edge of the mat.

‘have they been bothering you?’ she asks.

ava shakes her head, delighted. ‘definitely not. i’ve divulged all of your greatest secrets, though.’

beatrice rolls her eyes but she’s clearly happy, happier than you’ve ever seen her, for sure, comfortable and, when she gets up to do one of the hardest routes in the gym, a horrible v10, marco laughs. ’oh, now she’s just showing off,’ they say.

‘yeah,’ you agree when beatrice decides to just dyno the last hold, totally insane, ‘she never climbs like this just for us.’

‘well,’ ava says, ‘i am prettier, no offense.’

you all laugh, and you finally get the v6 with beatrice talking you through it, ava cheering you on. you climb for an hour longer — mostly, you watch beatrice climb and talk to your friends — until she gives up on a v8 and calls it. 

she sits down next to all of you, the kind of tired only climbing makes you, and slips her shoes off. 

‘bea did a six hour valve replacement today,’ ava says, looking at beatrice with overwhelming affection and easily identifiable pride, nothing hidden. ‘so this was extra crazy.’

‘fucking nuts.’ jehan bumps his knuckles with beatrice, who just looks down at her hands, dusting the remaining chalk off, shy all of a sudden, before she stands and pads over to the cubbies to put her hoodie on and gather her things. 

‘she’s, like, our favorite,’ you say. ‘just so you know.’

ava nods, gentle. ‘yeah. she’s my favorite too. it’s good to meet you guys; she loves coming here, even if she won’t tell you.’

you shrug. ‘she shows us everything we get stuck on, so we know.’

beatrice walks back over to get her shoes and, presumably, also ava. 

‘we were just talking about you,’ ava says with a grin, far, far too confident for beatrice to not be wary of. 

‘hmm?’

‘yeah, how you and i are gonna join your friends for dinner next door.’

‘oh, i — uh, well, we have food at my house, and —‘

ava just bats her lashes and puts a hand on beatrice’s hip, runs her thumb under beatrice’s t-shirt for, like, one whole second, before beatrice gives in.

‘fine,’ she says, not sounding overly enthused but she’s relaxed and happy so it’s all a front anyway. and, this time, gentler: ‘fine.’

ava just kisses her cheek and then turns to the three of you and winks.

‘oh, you’re lethal,’ marco says while jehan laughs.

‘one round on me,’ you tell ava.

‘this was a bet?’ beatrice asks, as indignant as she can possibly be holding ava’s hand carefully and still blushing from being pecked on the cheek. 

‘only a bet if there’s a chance for both sides to win,’ ava says, smug as hell, which makes you laugh. ‘but whatever, i want a burger.’

beatrice sighs. ‘well, then, let’s go, i suppose.’

ava ends up getting free rounds of beers for everyone, somehow charming the server, and beatrice just watches quietly, comfortable and pleased.

‘happy for you, dude,’ you say when marco and jehan are showing ava their favorite pinball machine. 

beatrice smiles, genuine. ‘thank you, sam. i’m sorry if i —‘ she shakes her head — ‘i’m glad we get to climb together.’

‘you’re a dope climber,’ you say, ‘and a dope friend. i’m glad too. and ava’s fucking rad.’

beatrice laughs, looks over to where ava is cheering for herself, succeeding at one level of pinball. ‘yes, he is.’

[mojowitchcraft]

Fave WIP Round-Up [Part 2]

Posted a list of my fave WIPs last night and realized I missed some, so here's Part 2 of my fave WIPs! Find the rest of my WIP Recs here

is your light on? by @toburnup Rated E | Chapters: 17/20 | Words: 196k

"Tell me a secret." Steve says and Eddie shakes his head. "Why would I do that?" "I'll tell you one." Eddie looks intrigued, smirks in his direction. "A secret for a secret? Okay." He looks up. "You go first." (Steve always noticed Eddie. He's been there on the peripheral, easy enough to ignore. Until he's standing right in front of him, unavoidable. And then they collide over, and over, and over)

Tell Me "Don't", So I Can Crawl Back In by kiaramgrey Rated E | Chapters: 8/? | Words: 43k

When Steve finds himself alone and without friends, following his breakup with Nancy, he decides what he needs is a distraction. Maybe some new friends who don't remind him of the bullshit life he gave up. When he literally runs into Eddie Munson, school drug dealer and self proclaimed freak, an idea begins to form. Who better to show him what life outside popularity can be like, than someone who doesn't give a shit what anyone thinks? And Eddie? Well, Eddie is just bracing for impact.

Reboot by @plutosrose [Now Complete] Rated E | Chapters: 10/10 | Words: 38k

In 2012, Steve Harrington and Eddie Munson film a scene in the teen drama Normal Stuff that launches a popular ship on ao3. By early 2013, they aren't speaking anymore. In 2024, Robin calls Steve with an offer to reprise his role as Andy Hartley in a reboot of their old show, with one important update--his character gets together with Eddie's.

Lesson/Plan by @2btheanswertothequestion Rated M | Chapters: 3/5 | Words: 7k

Eddie huffs. "I'm already 20 fucking years old. I don't want to wait any longer. I want to experience all the shit everyone else already has now." "Everyone hasn't-" "Steve, the 15-year-olds currently in this house have seen more action than I have." "All right, okay, I hear you. We'll solve it for you." "How." "Well," Steve's tongue darts out to wet his lips, "if you just want to get it over with, then... I could kiss you?" Eddie's never been kissed, so Steve offers to teach him. And then he teaches him some more, and some more, and some more.

Sleight of Hand by @flieslikeamoron Rated E | Chapters: 17/19 | Words: 125k

Steve needs a weed dealer. He gets a bit more than that. (This is an AU set a couple months after the Snow Ball in season 2.)

PTA Shouldn't Stand for Pretty Tight Ass by @humanityinahandbag & Invader_Sam | Rated M | Chapters: 14/? | Words 51k

Steve Harrington - ex local legend and fearsome bully, now single father of two - returns to Hawkins after the world spit him out. With a messy life to sort through, all he wanted was settle down and get his kids through seventh grade without any surprises. Cue Mr. Eddie Munson, ex victim of one Steve Harrington, now Hawkins Middle School's favorite music teacher. Or: What happens when your former high school bully raises two absolute nerds, joins the PTA, helps run the bake sale, makes the best cupcakes in Indiana, and may or may not be having a bisexual crisis.

Some Cupids Kill With Dice by @hawkinsheroes Rated M | Chapters: 14/? | Words: 109k

Steve Harrington doesn't have time to date. In fact, between working multiple part-time jobs and raising two rambunctious and poorly-behaved preteens, he doesn't have time for much of anything. And it's fine. He's fine. He's having an absolutely awesome time slinging ice cream, sorting DVDs, and dodging questions from his friends and family about his love life. That is, of course, until the twins come to him with a simple request: go to Parents Night and sign them up for Mr. Munson's Dungeons and Dragons club. Or, the one where Steve is a tired and overworked DILF who may or may not be smitten with his kids' seventh grade English teacher. Featuring: busted old Hondas, milkshakes as an intricate mating ritual, twelve year-old wingmen, and the worst flirting you've ever seen in your life.

breathe out (so i can breathe you in) by @bttmbunk Rated E | Chapters: 11/12 | Words: 91k

“You thinking of getting it for yourself?” The man continues, eyebrows raised, and that’s when Steve realises he’s just been staring, practically drooling over this stranger who's decided to strike up a conversation about a guitar. A part of him wishes that the floor would open up and swallow him whole. “Oh, uh, no, actually.” He says, “It’s for my daughter.” Something indecipherable flickers across the man’s face, there and gone again in an instant, “How sweet.” “I don’t know what I’m looking for,” he admits, a little sheepish, “I’m not a musician, so…” he shrugs, “I have no way of knowing if this is a good guitar or not.” There’s a hint of amusement in the man’s eyes as his mouth tilts into a more crooked grin, “Well, lucky for you, I can help.” In one fluid motion, the man drops himself into a sweeping, dramatic bow. The suddenness of it startles a laugh out of Steve. “Eddie Munson, guitarist, musician extraordinaire - at your service.” His energy is infectious - Steve finds that he’s grinning, “Uh, Steve Harrington. Basketball coach, dad,” He tries to think of another good descriptor, but comes up short, “Totally at a loss, here.”

Trouble Looks Good On You by @steddielations Rated E | Chapters: 3/5 | Words: 35k

It happens like a fever dream. The first time Steve gives Eddie a swift smack on the ass, it’s obviously just an old jock habit that’s stuck with him. It wasn’t meant to have Eddie’s knees going weak, or turn his blood hot under his skin, or give him a brand in the shape of Steve Harrington’s hand, or— Nope, because Eddie’s not even into that. But then, it happens again. Or, Steve keeps accidentally awakening Eddie’s new kinks.

for this gift, I do feel blessed @wheatisstillwheat [Now Complete] Rated E | Chapters: 19/19 | Words: 96k

Steve was supposed to be in Berlin with his best friend Robin, not wandering around looking for a coffee shop, not speaking a lick of German. Steve definitely wasn't supposed to take the only open seat next to a beautiful, mysterious (sexy), and slightly pissed stranger at said coffee shop who cannot believe Steve wasn't angling for an autograph from him, which Steve definitely isn't, because Steve has no idea who he is...yet. (OR Rock Star AU - in which Eddie Munson is a famous grunge/alt/metal band frontman and Steve is as clueless as we'd all expect. hi-jinx and love ensue.)

Edited May 7 to update chapter & word counts Edited May 26 to note completed fics Edited Aug 3 to update chapter & word counts

[lowkeyclueless5137]

book 6 is gonna be a h o r r i d time in the reverse brother haunting au. jfc

For both the brother haunting au and the reverse, it's a horrible time for the Shrouds.

Ps: in both cases, their actual overBlot episode is during the 2 Halloween event, which makes the Ignihyde book be the 2nd book. We also get to explore the dorm a bit more too :v

For the normal brother haunting au:

Ortho would be so done and over. Like please end him then and there. He is classmates with VIL of all people! And Idia is just trying to diffuse the situation before his lil hooman brother has a seizure. Like please, he's brimming with anxiety, can y'all act like reasonable beings for like 5 mins???

Idia also being more confident, immediately is able to wipe everyone into their place. Like their parents are off to some more important business and all they have to do is watch over them for less than 24 hours, then everything can get to fucking normal and everyone would be happy and free.

But nothing can be simple when 1 sparkly French IKEA lamp looking ass guy busts in with Epel and Yuu.

Like in the king of Blots Au, Grim is the one that stirrs up the chaos, this time sensing a blot stone that was out of an experiment and transported around. In here, the whole situation drives poor Ortho to the point he cries his eyes out because 'WHY can't you just not act like entitled bastards for a bit?! I don't wanna do this yet you blame me for it?!'. This also touches a very low spot for Idia, who absolutely hates to see his lil brother crying. Cue threatening these mfs to cooperate and catch Grim before he decides to open the gates of the underworld and throw them in there to rot with the rest of the Phanthoms.

Bad part is that these bitches don't feel any kind of remorse for making Ortho cry. Like when the Shroud parents return(they immediately hurried back to STIX, so they came a few minutes after our guys left) and find this absolute mess, with their youngest still sniffling a bit, oh it's a whole shitshow. Mrs Shroud wants to decapitate those guys and Idia actually hypes her up. Mr Shroud is the reasonable guy who firstly calms down Ortho and makes sure that at least the boy is well and no one was severely hurt. The damage was out of both brothers's control, so neither get grounded. Instead we get a nice lil family time. :3

Now for the reverse brother haunting au:

Idia in here has a bit of more calm to him. Ortho tries to convince his brother that since in the end they will erase the memory of these guys, maybe they should try and attempt to bond a bit.

Well Grim goes hairwire and shit hits the fan. Unlike Ortho in the og au, Idia is filled with rage since really, these guys are testing his patience. Ortho, poor Ortho, gets so overwhelmed and worked out about it. Like they were supposed to have a sum nice time and now they are arguing while Grim is rampaging through STIX. Like please stop it.

And this is when Ortho cries, this time out of his robotic eyes real human tears pouring out. The others try to brush it off as being a malfunction of the robot, but Idia immediately fusses over his little brother, trying to make him stop crying. This, of course, brings in more rage to Idia, to the point his whole hair is red and BOI is he ready to tear a new one to these bitches. How dare they disregard his brother while in his home?! Like at school Idia would give it a pass, maybe get annoyed at worst, but here? Here he lives. This is basically his house. And even in his own home these guys don't give a damn about his wish to simply acknowledge Ortho as a person? Nah. He's not having it.

So he speaks his mind. He is doing his best to hold his crying brother, covering Ortho's ears while he yells at the rest for being reckless and pieces of shit in general. He went through the same procedures as them. He was in a similar position of subjects, but every procedure was told in advance and in detail, yet still, they are entitled enough to act like this?! To make Ortho cry and disregard the very serious situation at the moment?! Idia tells them that maybe his parents aren't around here, but he's in charge now and maybe he'll just go over a notch and lock up these guys until the whole things is settled. Ok? No more Mr nice guy, you either listen to him and help contain the rabid Grim or you get cuffed and locked until this whole ordeal is over.

To rub that salt into the wound, after this whole fiasco, Ortho is enrolled as an official student at NRC, which means he has the right to be considered someone. He has every fucking right to be respected and Idia would rub it in the faces of the STIX incident group.

[adastra-rising]

Adding Onto this, I’m thinking of working on this as an AU/fanfic. I’ve drawn a concept sketch for the kid, (unfortunately, I don’t really like it) her name is Marcee Mayvelle (Aliteration!) and she’s like 9. If she was ever officially adopted, she’d take on the name Mayvelle Tsurugi. (Because I refuse to believe Felix would pass on the Fathom surname. That shit DIES with him.)

Name Notes: I chose the name “Marcee” (pronounced like Marcy) because it’s not something I could see Felix or Kagami choosing for their own child. Most Fankids I see for them have fancy rich-kid British names or Japanese names. I think it’s really important for this AU that Marcee is not the kind of kid they would have through normal means. In terms of name, interests, appearance, etc.

The ✨Found Family✨ of it all feels stronger to me if it’s not someone who’s necessarily just like them. What brought them together was not fate but circumstances!

- A victim of child neglect rather than what Felix or Kagami went through. She was never really forced into behaving a specific way or meeting expectations, because her parents were literally not present.

- They stopped driving her to school and everything. So she is a year or so behind in education.

- She pretty much raised herself. Outwardly, she appears immature and naive, but is definitely aware of a lot more than she lets on.

- Ryuko and Argos busted her parents after Argos picked up on Marcee’s negative emotions after her parents got into a fight. They called CPS but Marcee refused to leave Ryuko’s side, eventually the two of them let her stay over their place in Lieu of foster care. The rest is history.

- She never really got a chance to do much as a kid and IMMEDIATELY latches onto Kagami’s fencing (“While you were having a normal childhood, I WAS STUDYING THE BLADE.”) and becomes obsessed with it.

F: Is it reasonable to give a 9 year old a sword?

K: Yes. I got one when I was 7.

- The entire reason why she got so attached to Ryuko was the cool looking sword. “The cool sword lady will protect me, I am safe.” (Kagami is not used to being admired like this, by anyone other than Felix)

M: I LOVE COOL SWORD LADIES!!!

F: Understandable, I also love cool sword ladies.

- Marcee’s initial impression of Argos is a bit more… mixed, at first she thinks his eyes are a little bit scary but then she realizes that if she gets the scary bird man to like her, nobody will hurt her because the scary bird man will scare the bad people away. (11/10 logic. Her plan is successful!)

- Then she realizes that Felix is kind of a loser and that’s when she really comes to like him. She thinks he’s awkward af but super funny because of it.

- Rather than being known as an adopted daughter, Marcee is technically just Kagami’s fencing protege. (This is also what Kagami tells herself when she starts to get attached: “She’s just my student I won’t get attached. I will not get attached. I won’t.”)

- She’s not good at fencing but she’s got the spirit! After a few years, her efforts do pay off and by the time she’s a teenager she’s pretty much kicking everyone’s ass because Marcee was really persistent and Kagami never gave up on her!

- Marcee is a little bit of an IPAD kid but can you blame her? She had nowhere to go as a kid (sorta like Adrien) and had to make her own fun.

- She has an emotional dependence on Roblox and Minecraft Pocket Edition and knew she had found her family when Felix (in an attempt to show that he cares about her interests, because his father never cared about his) downloads her favorite games and tries to make her a Minecraft House. It was literally just a square made out of dirt.

- (In which a Minecraft house made of dirt is symbolic of letting a lonely abused kid know they are safe and at home!)

- Duusu and Longg realize she’s here to stay way before Kagami or Felix do. They’re both in denial, meanwhile Duusu and Longg are just like “yeah hell nahhh”

- Duusu and Marcee cannot be left alone in a room together or else someone might die. Chaotic ass duo. Longg is usually the one to babysit the two of them.

Feligami Brainrot at 6:30 am (Have not Slept)

Whenever I see art/descriptions of adult/married Feligami, they are either happily childless or have like three kids.

Generally speaking, I think it’s more canon compliant for them to not give a crap about having a nuclear family, and just focus on spending time together.

But I also want to suggest:

✨Found Family Feligami✨

Like to me the only way I could EVER see them starting a family is if they were out on patrol one day as Argos and Ryuko, and just randomly found a lost, scared, ab*sed kid and sorta just claimed them? Probably like an older kid too, at least 6. And they’d never have any other kids it would just be the one.

Like at first they just wanted to get the kid out of their toxic household and neither intended to get attached, but they totally do. Now it’s too late and suddenly they’re parents. Like the kid prolly doesn’t address them as mom or dad but they’re totally family now!

Meanwhile the kid, who’s prolly never felt safe at home, is finally able to sleep peacefully at night because they know if anyone tried to hurt them, both of their new guardians are superheroes! And even without powers, Kagami would prolly still manage to beat the crap outta anyone who came near them! Truly, there is no safer place!

I feel like both Felix and Kagami would struggle to adjust, but they’re both trying really hard! Felix especially is prolly a very…. Awkward parent in the sense that he is just. PROFOUNDLY ANXIOUS. All of the time. Bro wants the kid to be happy but doesn’t exactly have any normal childhood memories to use as reference and tries to connect with the kid using the stuff he grew up with, and quickly realizes the shit he was interested as a kid are not common at all.

“Would you, uhm, like to play a round of chess?”

“No, but I’d love to play monopoly jr: Disney edition!!”

“?????”

Meanwhile Kagami doesn’t register that they’re starting to act like a family, that she truly wants to protect this kid, and tries to convince herself they are merely a roommate or guest until Marinette shows up one day and haphazardly comments that Kagami is such a kind and considerate parent and she’s just like?????

[robinofgothamcity]

♡ starting prompt: “Everything changed for me when I met her... My Beloved.”

♡ pairing: yandere! damian wayne (Robin) & fem reader

♡ lyric inspiration: “imagine me and you? I do. I think about day and night, it’s only right, to think about the girl you love and hold her tight. so happy together.” 

♡ note: not checked for grammar or spelling mistakes / in this AU everyone in the batfamily is a yandere and probably has a darling so yeah.

Gotham Academy, for the wealthy and elite one might say. you were one of the lucky ones who got accepted through their scholarship programs and busted your ass off to keep your grades up all years. 

you had very few friends considering most Academy students hardly interacted those who they deemed poor. one friend you did have though was the Wayne heir himself. Damian was one of the first to introduce himself to you when you first arrived to Gotham Academy and really remained your friend throughout the years. 

the fresh morning air blew in the wind, making you pull your jacket closer to you as you tried to find warmth in it. the jackets they provided for your uniform were extremely thin and hardly held in any kind of heat. 

“hey! I think the Wayne kid is looking for you!” you heard your friend, Reagan tell you, “he’s waiting for you at the central garden!” you gave him a smile, thanking him for letting you know before running to where Damian usually was in the morning. 

your mornings with Damian, when he would attend school, would start with him bringing you your favorite coffee and switching homework assignments. 

unlike Damian, you were usually better in courses that had to do with humanities, such as history and english courses and you lacked the smarts that Damian had with science and math courses so the two of you would swap homework first thing in the morning. 

“good morning Wayne,” you said, sitting down on the bench. he handed you his coffee, blowing it to make sure it wasn’t too hot, “good morning, beloved. how did you sleep?” he asked, making sure your eye bags weren’t too harsh. 

you shrugged, “I’m okay. just stressed because of midterms and all of that. how did you sleep?” you asked, taking a sip of coffee. “great considering we fell asleep on Facetime together,” he mentioned, “I did the ap calc homework that you can finally copy!” he added on. 

Damian handed you the calc homework as he watched you scribble down the answers. he noticed that you had painted your nails a new color and touched the polish with his finger, “baby blue? that’s new,” he murmured. you nodded happily, “I love this color on me. I even brought color with me in case it chipped throughout the day!” you exclaimed. 

you showed him the bottle and he grabbed it, “put it on me,” you were taken back by the request. you didn’t take Damian was the kind of guy to dabble in wearing polish but nevertheless complied and put the polish on it before grabbing his hand and blowing on it to make it dry quicker, “I didn’t know you wore nail polish!” you mentioned. 

Damian thought for a moment. 

“I don’t but that way people will know we’re matching,” he murmured as the warning bell rang off. 

you and Damian walked slowly to your first period class. the summer going into your Senior year, Damian made it a duty of his to make sure that the two of you shared the same classes. so without you knowing, he had Tim hack into the Gotham Academy school system and pull Damian onto the rosters where you were enrolled in. 

you found the similarities to be funny, however; some of the teachers wondered how the hell they put the two of you in every class together. some didn’t care considering you were able to keep Damian from saying smart shit to someone in class and others were just weirded out by the coincidence. 

“god, I hate this class. you know Matt who sits in front of the class? I have to swear some gross comment about how great my legs look in the uniform by him at least twice every day.” 

Damian’s eye twitched at what you had said, “does it bother you?” he asked, his fist clenched. you nodded annoyingly, “more than anything in the world. I can’t go one day without hearing the comments,” you groaned. 

the two of you got to class but as you walked in, you had saw that Matt wasn’t in class and sighed in relief. Damian had told you he was running off to the bathroom before class started and just to write down whatever he missed while he was gone. 

you sat down, immediately writing what was already on the board but as the class started, Damian still hadn’t shown up. you were beginning to think that maybe the coffee had upset his stomach but about half way through the class, Damian came and plopped down at his desk. 

“where were you? Jackson nearly had a fit because you were late!” you muttered to him. he shrugged, taking out his pen and notebook before leaning over to copy what you had on yours.

it took about another twenty minutes when another teacher ran into the class frantically, “Matthew Harrison was just found in the garden, unconscious and is barely hanging onto his life!” the teacher told your teacher, making all of you gasp in surprise, “call an ambulance!” 

you stared to Damian wide eyed, “my God, that’s insane! we were just there. I wonder who did it,” you told Damian, chewing your lip nervously, “I hope whoever did it doesn’t come for any of us.”

Damian could tell you were scared from the news and he quickly grabbed your hand, “I think you’re safe, beloved. you shouldn’t worry about it,” he assured you. you nodded, going back to writing down the notes, “hey, he finally got what he deserved for harassing you, right?” Damian mentioned. 

you laughed shaking your head, “I guess but I mean, I hope he doesn’t die or anything,” that was the last thing you said before the both of you got to working on the work the teacher assigned for the class while she was gone.

Damian could tell you were shaken by the news but at the end of the day, he did what he had to do. someone was harassing his beloved and he’d be damned if they got away with it. it took every ounce of self restriction to stop himself from actually killing the idiot but the beating he actually gave him did more than enough to satisfy him for the time being.

two broken legs, a broken nose, and making him go blind in one eye was more than enough. the great thing about Gotham Academy was that because of how old the building was, cameras weren’t installed anywhere outside and any cameras that were inside were just in the upgraded part of the school which happened to be the front of the school and the gym. 

the end of the day came as Damian had offered to take you home. you denied the request, telling him you wanted to walk to get some fresh air before you trapped yourself in your room for the rest of the night. 

Damian was hesitant on letting you but at the end of the day, you weren’t his...yet. he knew his feelings for you weren’t exactly normal. far from it, actually. 

when his feelings for you boiled over to damn near obsession, he confided in the one person he trusted the most and that was Dick. he practically confessed how he needed to be near or around you every day or else he would go insane. even if it was just seeing you from afar made his day a 100x better. 

Dick laughed at his brothers confession because he knew it was about time it happened to him. he had gone through the same feelings when he met his now wife and so did Bruce, Tim, Duke, and Jason. 

when Damian was finally confident enough to tell everyone else, they finally let him in on the family secret. these feelings were nothing to be afraid of. he should embrace them and hell, make his feelings get even ‘worse’. it was his job as your protector to feel that way and act on his instincts for you. 

Damian got home, seeing his father and brother watching the news. they were covering what happened at school and a part of him laughed seeing the coverage. 

“did you see what happened?” Dick asked his brother. Damian nodded, kicking off his shoes and laying on the other couch, “of course I did because I was the one who did it,” he said nonchalantly. 

Bruce and Dick stared at him, wide eyed and shocked, “the scum was messing with my beloved. he was making disgusting comments about her and degrading her in a way she and I didn’t like. the piece of shit deserved more than what he got,” he stated, not even bothering to look at them to see their reaction.

“so it’s best we don’t investigate this, I assume?” Bruce asked, “you would assume right,” Damian replied. 

Dick got off the couch and went on one knee to look at his brother, “Damian, you know the implications that comes with how you left him. you know that, right?” he stated. Damian stared at Dick with no fear in his eyes, “everything changed for me when I met her... my beloved. I would kill for her if I had too.” 

Bruce sat in his seat, proudly smirking at what his son said. Dick nodded, walking back to the couch as Damian stood up to go to his bedroom, “it’s only a matter of what before I make her mine so expect her to be around soon enough,” he told them.

+

a few weeks had passed since the incident with your classmate. since then, you had gotten clingier to Damian, not wanting to be at the end of the beating. Daimian had no issue in it, he was practically basking in the touches and side hugs you were giving him. 

you and Damian had decided to head back to his place after school to get some studying done. Friday nights were usually reserved to studying at your place but Damian had offered to make you dinner at his place and study before watching a few movies. 

you had never been over the Wayne manor before and frankly, you were kind of scared to run into his father. THE Bruce Wayne would most likely be in attendance and meeting the most powerful man in Gotham would probably scare anyone. 

Damian unlocked the gate, quickly taking your backpack as you snuggled into his jacket. you were immediately welcomed by his butler, Alfred who offered to put both of you bags in the hallway so no one would step over them. you thanked him profusely, making Damian mutter to you that that’s why he was here. to serve you. 

“so, what would you like to eat, beloved? I can make you anything you desire,” he boasted. you looked at the cookbook that was laid next to you and flipped through the first few pages, “this sounds nice,” you pointed to the plant based steak with veggies.

Damian quickly got to work, making the veggies first as he offered for you taste them every now and again. you would usually relay a kiss on his cheek as he finally got to cooking the steak. you couldn’t help but wonder how he got to be such a great cook, however; as he was finishing plating the food, you saw his father as well as you assumed were his brothers. 

“uh Damian?” you mentioned, pointing to the three men who walked in. Damian sighed knowing that of course his brothers were going to come and annoy him, “who’s your friend?” Dick asked, putting his chin on his hand. 

“this is ( your name ), my beloved,” he told them proudly. you were a bit taken back by the nickname he so easily used on you, “ahh, we’ve heard so much about you,” Tim continued, “she’s so pretty....she’s not like other girls,” Dick mocked. 

your face felt a burning sensation as Bruce told his sons to be quiet, “nice to meet you ( your name ),” Bruce introduced, “welcome to the family,” you barely caught what he said as Damian excused the two of you to go up to his bedroom. 

“your family is...nice,” you tried to say without sounding nervous. Damian rolled his eyes, “they’re bunch of idiots. that’s what they are,” he muttered, not bothering to look back at them. 

once you got to his room, your mouth dropped a bit. you had never seen such a luxurious bedroom before. satin sheets, the coldest pillows, his bedroom could probably house a family if he really wanted too and the fact that this was his bedroom, you were taken back. 

“wow, so this is how the rich and famous live?” you joked, sitting down on his bed. he shook his head, “all this means nothing to me...as long as you’re with me, I’d be the happiest person alive,” you stared at Damian, wondering if what he said was really true. 

the two of you ate, mostly in silence as you tried to take what Damian had said. there had been rumors floating around Gotham Academy that Damian might’ve liked you. you tried to dispel the rumors, claiming that someone like you was no where near Damian’s type but now that you were hearing the words he was telling you, you were more keen on acting on his feelings. 

after finishing dinner, he offered for you to join him on his bed to watch a movie. you had never actually gotten to hang out with Damian outside of school. since you were always so busy doing schoolwork and Damian always had things to take care of, as he put it, you two never relaxed together. 

the aura in the room was cozy as he offered you a very expensive looking blanket to cover you up from the chilly air coming from his window. the movie the two of you picked was some random rom-com, it felt kind of stupid to be watching this kind of movie with Damian but at some point, you stopped paying attention to the movie and looked up to him. 

“did you really mean what you said earlier?” you whispered to him. he gave you a confused look, “of course I did. would I ever lie to you?” he said back, kind of offended that you would even accuse him of lying. 

you sat back up on the bed and turned to fix yourself as you finally gave him a kiss. Damian’s eyes widened, not expecting you to do that to him. regardless, he immediately pulled you on top of him and deepened the kiss by pushing you up against him. 

Damian slid his hands in the back pocket of your skirt, finding it a bit confusing why the uniforms even had pockets on the skirts. he gripped your ass a bit, making you moan in surprise as Damian tried his hardest to contain himself but failing as he slipped his tongue into yours. 

the two of you remained kissing for what felt like hours. you knew your lips were bound get bruised from the amount of tugging Damian was doing but by the time you pulled away, you could see the faintest of blushes appearing on Damian’s brown skin. 

“wow, didn’t know you felt like that for me,” you muttered shyly. Damian chuckled, giving you a quick peck, “I have feelings you wouldn’t even begin to understand but one day....one day you will,” he replied. 

you didn’t pay no mind to his reply as he had brought you down for another kiss. what you didn’t catch was the smirk playing on his face. he knew that once graduation came, there would already be a ring on that left ring finger and soon enough, you’d be baring his heirs. 

the Wayne’s got what they wanted. it didn’t matter what they had to do to get it but what the Wayne’s wanted, they got. 

[yutafrita]

Under the Blue Flames- Eight

"There is no blue without yellow and without orange." - Vincent Van Gogh

Pairing: Vampire!Yuta x Reader

Y/N Pronouns: She/Her

Genre: Fantasy au, Supernatural nct, sometimes college au, sometimes magical school au, angst, fluff

Chapter Word Count: 14.5K

Catch up on previous chapters here

Chapter Warnings: Swearing, graphic depictions of violence, blood, religious references and imagery, references to secondary character death

Tag List! @kodasity @hope-lovelle @ygimsgw​ @nini0620​

Chapter Eight

“I don’t like her going in by herself,” Yuta interjected Jaemin’s plan.

“Frankly, I don’t give a shit,” Jaemin snapped. The two glared at each other, a tense air filling the space in the car. Parked in Deer Moon, you all were being told the best plan to get Mark out and away from Sicheng.

“Yuta, I’ll be fine,” you soothed. It was hard to stay calm. You had no idea what Sicheng really knew and what he was capable of. Despite knowing these factors, Jaemin refused to say whether or not he knew if Sicheng was a mythic of some sort, leaving you all in the dark beyond the basic course of actions you all should take.

“All she has to do is get him talking for a good five minutes before we bust in, taking him by surprise. It gives us enough time to make sure he’s alone,” Ten added, more calm than you had ever seen him.

“Five minutes,” Yuta repeated. You nodded, and after a moment of silence, you slipped out of the SUV. Determined, and now completely ignoring the frigid night air, you tightened your coat as you walked towards Deer Moon.

You were half-expecting to see Sicheng and Mark at a booth, but instead were greeted by the bartender wiping down the bar top, a pair of deer antlers exposed at the crown of his head. Sungchan barely glanced up at you, simply sighing to himself before he spoke.

“He’s downstairs in the basement. I don’t ask questions, I just do what my boss tells me.”

“Fucking coward,” you spat, walking past him and to the door next to the kitchen he had gestured to.

“Whatever,” he called back. Huffing to yourself, you opened the door to the basement and started down the dimly lit steps.

“... is so ridiculous,” a voice from below spoke. You hurried your steps and saw Mark on a chair, his wrists uncomfortably tied and a blood streak dripping from his nose.

“Mark!” you cried, running to where he sat and reaching to untie the ropes.

“No don't-!” Mark had tried to stop you before, but your hands burned as soon as they graced over the ropes.

You hissed, ripping your hands away. Cradling them close to you, the burn marks gleamed on your finger tips.

“What the fuck?” you muttered, tears of frustration now threatening to spill.

“I just wanted to double check to make sure you had gotten them. I was right,” you whipped your head around to see Sicheng perched in the corner opposite from where you entered. You had come in so focused on trying to untie Mark that for a brief moment you completely forgot who had Mark.

“What even are you?” you shouted, shoving your aching hands in your pocket so he couldn’t see how damaged they were.

“You’re not going to ask what the ropes were covered in? What could leave Mark unharmed but burn you so horribly?” he mocked, stepping closer. You bit the inside of your cheek, fearing that you already knew the answer to this question.

“What are you?” You repeated more forcefully.

“He’s a demon,” Mark spat out, looking at you in fear. You looked between your brother to the normal looking Sicheng, then back at Mark.

“How is that even possible? You don’t…”

“Mark, let’s not oversimplify things,” Sicheng sighed, sounding as if he was bored.You clenched your fist, trying to keep your cool. You had to keep a sound mind for just five minutes in order to not burst into flames. Sicheng furrowed his eyebrows, and within moments his normal brown eyes turned into the blue you had once seen on yourself, his ears turned pointed, and a set of canines now protruded from his mouth.

“I’m Sicheng, but our father refers to me as Beelzebub,” he smirked now, enjoying the panicked look on your face.

“Our?” Mark repeated. You hung your head, trying to remember where you remember that stupid name from.

“Prince of Hell,” you finally turned your head up, remembering your Dad having mentioned it in passing during one of your lessons. Sicheng moved closer then, much to your dismay. “I don’t care what you are. Let. Mark. Go.”

“No, I don’t think I will. I think-  I’ll kill you and your adopted brother here. Then- I’ll kill that little boyfriend of yours. I can’t have my sister being more powerful than I am.”

“I am not your sister!” You shouted, your hands shooting from their pockets as you formed angered fists. Sicheng chuckled now.

“What do you call someone who shares the same father as you, then?” he mocked.

“She calls him Mark, you weirdo!” you turned your head towards Mark, tears welling now at the corners of both yours and of his eyes.

“Oh please how touching,” Sicheng gagged before moving forward and jabbing a punch across Mark’s cheek.

Furiously and without thinking you leapt forward, knocking Sicheng down and winding your fist to begin throwing punches at his face- until you heard a scream of fear. Glancing at your own fist, in the dim basement light, the blue flames added a blue hue to the entire room, emphasizing the fear on Mark’s face.

“Sis?” Mark whispered, your heart shattering. “You’re… really?” he couldn't even say it- shame welled up in your chest. In that moment of weakness, Sicheng knocked you off of himself, forcefully throwing a kick at your torso.

“You’re both so pathetic,” Sicheng sounded disgusted, looking down at you.

“Why were you there? On the blue night?” you asked quickly, knowing that soon enough, Yuta and everyone would be down here. The pain from his kick made it difficult to move, but you maneuvered yourself to at least lay on your stomach. Sicheng frowned.

“I thought all your memories from that night and before were wiped,” he muttered, more to himself than to you.

“It’s my first memory. Why were you there if you wanted me dead? Why not just kill me when I was little and confused?” you choked out. For a moment, a look of fear flashed across Sicheng’s face, before swiftly disappearing.

“So much energy had to be… expended… to get us to the surface. Plus, I was tasked with keeping you alive. I couldn’t turn my back on all of that so soon,” he explained, and he looked down.

“What do you mean by expended?” it was Mark who asked, now also twisting his wrists as he fought with the ropes that held him.

“Oh my god,” it hit you. The painful realization, the explanation hit you like a truck. “It’s easy to get into the underworld, but it’s near impossible to leave.”

“What?” Mark was still confused.

“Batteries, Mark. Satan killed all those mythics and people and used them like batteries,” you cried out, tears pouring their way down your cheeks.

“He just had a couple demons possess and destroy the bodies of a few people to be able to send us to the surface… not that big of a deal,” Sicheng said coldly, not phased in the slightest. You shakily got up, holding your stomach with your singed hands.

Overhead, you heard a round of stomping feet.

“Oh look, it’s your rescue crew,” Sicheng laughed. A small round of blue flames encompassed his body now as he seemed to prepare for the ensuing group. His flames were so different from yours- they were refined, controlled, whereas yours were impossible to control and exploded at nearly the drop of a hat.

“Just kill me, you don’t have to kill anyone else,” you stupidly plead, hoping to keep him at least mildly distracted before they finally made it into the basement.

“Not if I want to rule the underworld someday. Plus, isn’t it just more fun this way?”

You caught a small movement behind Sicheng’s figure. A small white cat had padded onto Mark’s lap and was slowly gnawing at the ropes on Mark’s wrist. The cat shot you a look, then a small wink.

“Of course Satan would send you to do such an easy task,” you were making things up from thin air now, trying to buy Hendery some time to untie Mark. If Jaemin hadn’t sent anyone else down here and was having Hendery untie Mark beforehand, there had to be a major reason. “You’re the weakest of the seven princes. You’ll never have what the others have.”

Sicheng’s cool demeanor was gone in an instant, his flames growing as a rage flashed across face.

“And who do you think you are to tell me that?” he snapped, cracking his knuckles.

“You’ll always just be known as envy for a reason, huh? Nothing is ever enough for you?” you taunted, noting that Hendery was almost done getting through the holy-water soaked ropes. “All you want is whatever everyone else has- because you know you haven’t earned anything.”

“Oh and you have? All you did was be born from a pesky human and Satan thinks you’re more special? You can’t even control your flames!”

You smirked. “I can’t, but at least I didn’t leave the person I held captive with the one thing that can take me down.”

Sicheng was confused for a brief moment, before realizing what you meant. At that point it was too late, and Mark was out of his seat and poured the remaining contents of the holy water over Sicheng. Sicheng yelled in agony, falling to the floor and holding his burned sides.

“Quickly, we have to tie him up with these and bring him upstairs,” Hendery returned to his human form, and brought out what looked like a deep black set of handcuffs.

“Are those-?”

“Onyx handcuffs? Yep. It’s likely the only thing that can keep him from using his flames,” Hendery explained to you, as he gestured to Mark to force the groaning Sicheng onto his stomach.

Your own wrists empathetically ached as you watched Mark tighten them around Sicheng’s wrists. The two then started carrying him upstairs. You stood alone in the basement now. You were worried beyond belief- what had they heard upstairs? Did Yuta know? What happens now with Sicheng? What is Yuta going to say?

A sinking feeling gnawed at you- Mark was friends with Sicheng for years and was able to easily attack him and bind him with handcuffs. When he learned about your parentage, a look of fear you had never seen was there. If you were to have an outburst in front of everyone again, who was to say that wouldn’t be you? Fully burned in holy water and bound by the only thing that can protect you?

You looked down at your singed hand, watching as they slowly worked to heal themselves. Glancing up, you noticed something you hadn’t before- the sub-basement window had been cracked open, the cold night air flooding the basement.

“They’re all distracted by Sicheng, and I sent Yuta to a payphone to call your father,” Jaemin’s voice scared you enough for your hands to catch on fire again.

“Why a pay phone?”

“He lost his phone,” he dug into his pocket and revealed Yuta’s phone. You blinked quickly.

“What…?”

“This is where your path is stuck. If you’re going to leave, this is your last window, and that-,” he pointed to the open window, “- is your last exit. But know that if you do, it will break everyone’s heart,” he turned swiftly on his heel towards the steps of the basement. He paused, glancing over his shoulder. “Everyone’s fear of Satan is nothing compared to their love for you.”

He left you alone now, the weight of the world feeling as if it was resting on your shoulders. You looked up at the window, your mind racing with the intense fear you had. You had no control over your powers, you were the reason Yuta’s brother died, and everyone feared your power.

You stared at the window, the hands of the chilly night air gesturing for you to come out, to leave.

“I love you,” Yuta’s words rang back now, and you gasped, feeling angry with yourself for even considering just leaving. The way you could talk about books for hours, your mutual attraction for the other, the memories you’ve already made together, Yuta was your anchor.

“That stupid prophecy,” you huffed to yourself, turning away from the window to go upstairs and follow your path.

***

Sungchan, and the cook, Taeil, were tied in the corner of the restaurant.

“Is that necessary?” You asked as you entered the dining room. Sicheng was propped onto the bar, and Jaemin perched next to him with a cat-form Hendery on his lap. Mark was getting his nose and bruised cheek treated by Johnny in a booth and Ten paced the restaurant at a rapid speed.

“No, it’s not,” Sungchan replied back.

“I knew we shouldn’t have taken that dude’s money,” Taeil huffed, the blue faerie wings on his back tied up too.

“We couldn’t risk it,” Johnny explained, tapping Mark’s head to let him know that he was healed. Mark thanked Johnny, who then walked to you.

You both awkwardly stared at each other. You waited for him to say something, anything, and he stared at you as if you were a fragile piece of glass.

“Hey.”

“Yeah, Mark?”

“You know Dad’s going to be really sad if you stop calling him Dad, right?” he said, a small smirk forming on his lips. You rolled your eyes, punching his arm.

“You guys can’t get rid of me that easily,” you teased. He ruffled your already messy hair.

“Good,” was all he responded with, wrapping you in a bear hug.

“I’m sorry that this happened, and this is how you found you,” your voice was low as you spoke, squeezing him tightly.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t do more.”

“I think burning a Prince of Hell is more than enough,” you laughed, pulling away. The front door opened then, and you were quickly wrapped in a different, colder embrace.

“I was so worried,” Yuta said into your shoulder, squeezing you tightly. “These assholes have some sort of sound proofing in their basement that makes it impossible to hear almost anything- even for mythics. I had no idea if you were okay or not.”

So they didn’t know anything. You could still be the one to tell him, you realized, and relief flooded your system.

“If we’re letting random mythics use our basement the least we could do is properly sound proof it,” the cook called, glaring over his shoulder to the shifter bartender.

“I’m okay but, can we go outside to talk?” you asked Yuta, your voice low. Yuta raised an eyebrow but followed you nonetheless outside.

“How did my Dad take Mark being kidnapped?” you asked, starting towards the edge of the parking lot, trying to put some distance between you two and the bar. You’d worry about Ten and Johnny finding out later- for now, you wanted your words to only be heard by Yuta.

“It’s hard to listen to a grown man cry I’ll be honest, but he’ll be here soon. I told him that Johnny was able to heal him since it was minor wounds,” he explained, scratching the back of his neck.

“Yeah, he’d cry whenever either one of us scraped our knees on the playground sometimes,” you chuckled dryly. There was an awkward silence now, and you looked to make sure you were far enough from the bar.

“I… have to tell you something,” you struggled to speak now, your voice shaking.

“Is everything okay?” Yuta’s voice was so soft and full of concern. Staring into his eyes, you began to second guess yourself. Should you even tell him? He had a right to know why his brother passed away, and about your identity. He had opened up to you so much, you wanted him to know.

The corner of your mouth twitched. “To send… powerful beings from the underworld to our world is very difficult. It requires a high amount of energy,” you started. Yuta nodded along, confused but listening closely.

“The blue night… Satan harnessed the energy of those mythics with demons to send two beings to earth. Sicheng was one of them,” at you saying this, Yuta’s eyes flashed into their harsh red.

“I can’t believe that, why? And who else was it? Was it one of the restaurant owners?” he asked. You were shaking now, your nerves and the cold having more control over your body than you did. Hands trembling, you lifted your right hand up and thought about the controlled flames Sicheng had engulfed his own body in. In a moment, a small blue flame began to dance across your fingertips, illuminating yours and Yuta’s face,

“Me,” you whispered, afraid to look up. The only sound for what felt like ages was the wind blowing past the two of you, flickering and threatening the blue flames. It was painful. You were dreading what would happen next.

“What?” That was all Yuta could respond with. You flicked your hand, the flames dying out as you looked back at him. His eyebrows were turned up, his red eyes furiously looking you up and down as if trying to piece things together to no avail.

“I… inherited the power of the blue flames from my biological father,” you explained. “My birth mother, as far as I know, is human.”

“My brother died… because Satan wanted to send you to earth?” he repeated, his eyes now fixed on your own. It felt like a punch in the gut. Pressing your lips together, you nodded. You waited for an outburst, to take back what he had said earlier, for him to tell you that he hated you.

He was still staring, waiting.

“I’m sorry… I… If I could change it I would,” you were crying now, the frigid air freezing the tears that raced down your cheek. Silently, Yuta stepped forward and embraced you. It took you by surprise, and you stood frozen now, wrapped in his arms as you quietly sobbed.

“You… we had no control on the paths we were put on. All we can do… is hang on to each other,” his voice quivered as he spoke, and a warmth began to spill over your shoulders. You wrapped your arms around Yuta, sobbing loudly now as you two held on  to each other, the weight of the world firmly now on both of your shoulders.

You were in this position for what felt like hours, clinging onto each other for dear life. The screeching of tire wheels on the road nearby caught your attention. You parted from Yuta, and your eyes widened in a panic.

“Oh, that’s how we cry,” Yuta realized that you had never seen what vampire tears looked like, the blood streaks that raced over his cheeks making you jump. You brushed your fingers over your now cold shoulder, and pulled them back to see they were soaked in Yuta’s tears- a deep crimson shade of blood.

“That’s fine, we’ll just pretend we look normal even if someone says something,” you half joked, earning you a small chuckle from Yuta. Lacing your fingers through Yuta’s, you slowly walked back towards the restaurant, listening as the loud conversations raised in volume the closer you too got.

Re-entering, you saw your Dad crushing Mark against his chest in a bear hug, cooing as he did.

“My little boy got hurt!”

“I’m an adult man who is fine!” Mark choked out. Your Dad let go and turned his attention to you two at the front door, his eyes widening in fear.

“It’s not my blood,” you quickly stated, raising your hands in defense. Your Dad shook his head, stifling laughter as he wrapped his arms around you in a hug just as strong as the one he was giving Mark.

“I’m so glad you’re safe,” he whispered, squeezing you tightly. He let go of you then, shooting a glare at Yuta before moving to the center of the restaurant and eyeing the handcuffed Sicheng.

“Y’know we’re sending you back to hell, right?” your Dad sounded bored as he glared at your old classmate.

“Are you sending her too?” Sicheng chuckled.

“Watch yourself. The President may be human but he’s crazy,” Ten spoke up, stopping the pacing he had been doing.

“Listen to the vampire,” your Dad noted.

“Can we please be un-tied?” Sungchan suddenly begged, yanking at the ropes on his wrists.

“Guys I think it’s a little ridiculous that they’re still tied up,” you spoke up, stepping towards the pair.

“And what if they try letting Sicheng go?” Ten questioned. You glanced at Jaemin.

“Are they going to misbehave?” you asked the psychic, hands hovering near the bounded pair.

“Not if we give them twenty bucks,” Jaemin replied, smirking to himself.

Looking back to Ten, you extended your hand, “I know you swindled money from Jisung somehow.”

Ten groaned, handing you a twenty dollar bill. You held the bill up to the shifter and faerie’s faces now.

“I’m gonna untie you. Don’t give us any problems, got it?”

“Yeah, we get it,” Taeil sounded exasperated. With Yuta’s help now, you guys quickly let the pair out of their ropes, Taeil stretching out his wings and Sungchan going to get a scratch near his antlers.

“These handcuffs are useless,” Sicheng laughed as if there was a joke only he was privy to.

“You haven’t burst into flames, I say they’re pretty good,” Mark scoffed, sifting through your father’s pocket incantation book.

“Did you guys know that I burst into flames when someone else mentions particular names or events?” he announced suddenly. “Of course, I can’t. Not with these handcuffs.”

You shared a glance now with Mark and Yuta, both looking back at you expectantly.

“Yep, me and all my brothers. For me, it’s Beelzebub- that’s my fun little calling card,” he continued. Panicking, not knowing what else to do, you searched around for anything to silence him, settling on the untied rope.

“Shut him up!” Mark shouted as you rushed towards the smirking Sicheng.

You had straightened the rope, ready to force it past Sicheng’s teeth to press onto his tongue, until he whispered, “Lilith.”

It was uncontrollable. Your entire body blew up in blue flames, and you agonizingly felt your teeth extend as the fangs protruded out, your ears instantly growing, and you haphazardly hung onto your shirt as the back tore open to reveal a set of wings.

“Holy shit!” Someone managed to yell loud enough over the raging fire. Your entire being was filled with an uncontrollable rage now, anger spilling over every surface as you looked around you.

Everyone besides you, Sicheng and Yuta were frantic. Ten and Hendery had run out of the restaurant as soon as you lit up, Ten holding the door open and shouting something at everyone else. You had caught the look on Johnny’s face, before he forcibly dragged out a kicking Mark from the bar. Sungchan and Taeil followed suit, and that’s when the first beam fell from the roof.

“Leave!” you shouted in a panic. The voice that came out didn’t belong to you it seemed- it was low and guttural, it scared you, and in that panic you felt the anger growing deep inside of you. Looking now, you watched Yuta’s face through your flames. Why wasn’t he leaving?

He mouthed something to you that you didn’t understand.

It wrapped around your throat first, extinguishing any bit of air you could take in. You began gasping for air, hunched over on the ground as the flames on and around you began slowly puffing out of existence. It was a pressure on every part of your body, and you violently clawed at your throat trying to remove whatever it was that had wrapped itself around you and was stopping your breathing. Eyes watering and panicked, you looked up to see your father’s shaking hands reading over his pocket book, his own eyes clearly red and tearing up as he did so.

“It’s gone, you can stop!” Yuta’s voice came back now. You could guess who he was shouting to, but you were still hunched over, nails digging into the flesh of your neck trying to remove the weight that was still wrapping around you.

Another pair of hands had snatched up your own, leaving you still fighting for air, your vision spotty. A harsh slap to your back left you coughing now, air finally filling your lungs and a painful stinging to seize the area around your throat. You were shaking violently now, your own arms wrapped around your figure and another set of arms wrapped protectively over you.

“It’s just as you always feared,” a voice you assumed was Sicheng, laughed. Your eyes were squeezed shut, forehead kissing the ground as you stayed hunched over in agony. Although your fangs, ears, and wings had retracted to wherever they came from, the pain of them piercing through your flesh plus the skin you broke along your throat made even breathing unbearable. The thought of even looking up made you want to hurl the bile rising from your stomach.

“Yuta, bring Johnny here. She needs a healer,” the voice cracked on that last part, following with a loud thud on the floor. A pair of footsteps started, and faded out of the restaurant followed by a loud call to the outside.

“You’re going to be okay. I’m sorry, I should have protected you,” Yuta’s voice was so low, hardly a whisper. His hands were shaking now, almost hovering over you to show you that he was nearby but feared touching you. Your neck was gushing blood at the moment- of course he was panicking. You wanted to tell him how okay it was to step away to take care of himself, but even quivering your lip to try and speak led to a giant spike of pain to slam against your whole body.

“Holy shit- Yuta get out of here! Ten can smell her outside and your eyes are bad man,” a voice now approaching you stated.

“I’m not leaving- now heal her,” Yuta growled, earning silence from the other people nearby. The person seemed to move slowly to you, and carefully moved his hands to the back of your neck.

“It’s going to hurt, it won’t be perfect, but I’m going to do my best,” Johnny said. He didn’t exaggerate. For a few brief seconds, you had experienced the worst amounts of pain all at once before a majority of it was all gone. You were able to lift your head now and slowly sit up, able to fully assess everything and everyone around you. Most of the restaurant was scorched, Sicheng’s mouth was stuffed with a sock, and everyone was staring at you in fear.

***

There were a few stipulations after that night. First, Sicheng was going to be sent back after he was presented to the council- as such, this wouldn’t be until after Yuta was officially installed. Until that point, everyone there that night agreed to keep your… genetics a secret. The second stipulation was one you had offered to do yourself, much to Yuta’s dismay.

Your father was able to quickly find an onyx necklace for you. It’s managed to keep your powers from flaring up, but at a cost. You were constantly falling asleep, exhausted, and were struggling more than you normally did during finals week. If you could maybe see Yuta more, maybe you’d feel less… exhausted, but he was constantly being whisked away for a new arbitrary task.

Today, you were hoping to sit with him for more than fifteen minutes. You were on your couch in your dorm, laying on his lap and playing with his fingers, your eyes feeling heavy.

“Why are you wearing that?” Yuta asked, his hands letting go of yours and moving to trace over the onyx necklace on your collarbone.

“You know why,” you sighed. No matter how little time you got with him, one thing was consistent- he would always get frustrated staring at the stone weighing you down. It kept everyone safe, this he was sure of, but he was also sure that it sapped any energy you did have.

He pressed his lips together in a thin line. His fingers moved to stroke your hair, now visibly lost in thought.

“Did they finally tailor your coronation suit?” The suit was supposedly something traditionally handcrafted and embellished in the colors of the coronated person's family crest. If the soon to be leader had a betrothed, the coronation outfit was to have their colors as well to reflect that they too would have an impact in the courts.

Yuta had initially asked if you would like your own family’s colors on his outfit, but you admitally pushed him against the idea. If the council didn’t like you when you were human, you could only imagine how they would feel if they found out you were the daughter of Satan and the reason the original heir had died. You had to admit though, it was a wonderful feeling for Yuta to even consider it nonetheless.

“Yeah, I’d show you but it’s a surprise.”

“Ten says he’s seen it though.”

“Ten gives very helpful fashion advice- plus, if I have to have another oligarchy family member there I’d prefer it be Ten.”

“You could have just asked Jaemin. He already knows what you’re going to look like anyways,” you chuckled dryly, stifling a yawn as you did.

“That’s it,” Yuta huffed getting up so quickly you almost didn’t have time to move out of his way. “Put on your coat and come with me.”

Raising an eyebrow, you sloppily grabbed the coat you had strewn onto your kitchen table, and followed Yuta. Oddly enough, walking on the path with him, you realized you were headed towards the main building. It was around three in the morning at this point, so the human students were scarce at best, with mostly just occasional mythics out in groups enjoying themselves.

“Why are we here?” your voice carried through the main building now, the echoes jarring you.

“Sicheng is in the basement, right? I don’t have access to the room,” Yuta half ignored you, his head darting around to make sure no one else was in the building. “We need to ask him something.”

“What-?”

“Just trust me,” his eyes were pleading, and they glanced down to where the onyx sat on your collarbone. You were concerned, yes, but you were also curious. Johnny and your father were the ones primarily handling and taking care of Sicheng to both get information and make sure he stayed well taken care of considering the circumstances. You hadn’t been around him since the night in the restaurant. Everytime you thought about him, you were reminded of the monster that sat inside of you.

You took your ID out from your back pocket and guided Yuta to the basement area. You hadn’t been able to train with your father in a couple weeks, yet walking towards the training area under the gymnasium it felt as if it had been years. You were always confident in your fighting skills, and now, you didn’t know who you were in any aspect.

Scanning your ID and entering the training area, you were confused.

Sicheng sat comfortably on a couch in the center of the room, two locked onyx bracelets holding on tightly to his wrists. He, however, didn’t seem as lethargic as you were. He was perched up on the couch, Switch controls in hand as he played Mario Kart.

Not moving his gaze from the screen, he called out, “Can I help you guys? I’m about to beat my old score on Rainbow Road.”

Blinking, the TV screen went black, and Yuta had moved from your side to next to the TV screen, holding the cable between his fingers.

“Hey man!” Sicheng shouted, pissed.

“You can control your powers,” it seemed like Yuta had meant to ask this, but it came out as more of a statement. Sicheng looked over at you, then the onyx necklace.

“Don’t tell me you’ve been wearing that shit willingly,” he spat, moving to yank at the bracelets that were locked into place on his wrists. “You are so embarrassing.”

“Yuta, can we go?” you called, anger forming in the pit of your stomach. It was taking everything in you to not leap onto the couch and fight Sicheng who was staring at you as if you were a weak buffoon.

“You’re going to teach her to control her powers,” again, Yuta said this as a statement of fact.

“What?” both you and Sicheng roared before glaring at each other.

“Do it… and I’ll argue for you to stay on earth,” Yuta gritted his teeth as he spoke the last part, his fangs extending slightly. He hated asking this, you could read it in his red eyes and the way he was avoiding even looking at Sicheng out of pure spite.

“What makes you think I want to stay here?” Sicheng pressed, crossing his arms over his chest as if he made a grand point.

“You’ve been here for over twenty years now and have chosen to stay the entire time,” you pointed out, hoping to save Yuta the struggle.

“What makes you think I’m not going to kill you if I get the-?” Sicheng didn’t get to finish his sentence, as an angered Yuta now gripping his shirt collar stopped him.

“You will be burned in holy water for the rest of eternity if you even dare to lay a hand on her,” Yuta growled, his fangs now fully extended.

“Geez okay, fine. If it means I get to leave this place then fine, I’ll show her the basics.”

You started heading to the training gym everyday once finals week ended, making the campus nearly desolate as most people were visiting family or on trips for the holiday break. As part of the deal with Sicheng, one other person attended the sessions with you all day mainly because you didn’t trust Sicheng to not to try and kill you again.

The first few days weren’t anything you didn’t feel you couldn’t handle. Sicheng had you remove your onyx necklace and take him on in hand to hand combat with at least some energy. You were able to take him down with relative ease with a chuckling Mark on the sidelines.

Yesterday and today though, were far more difficult. He had requested something rather odd- a sack of one hundred candles and a fire extinguisher. You and Ten had lugged the items in a small cart, confused, but hoping there was an actual reason.

Sicheng set three of the candles in front of you, and handed Ten the fire extinguisher.

Sicheng then pointed to the two candles at the end. “You’re going to light just the wick on these two candles. Only the ones on the ends, not the one on the center. Whenever you make a mistake, Ten’s in charge of putting out the flames and putting you out.”

“Wait, this will put out Satan’s flames?” Ten questioned, staring at the fire extinguisher as if it was a small toy.

“Yes, and it won’t mortally wound her. You guys are the worst up here- using holy water for everything,” Sicheng grumbled.

It was a grueling eight hours. By the end of it, you had burned up a majority of the candles, and were soaked in the fire extinguisher powder. Not to mention you had also managed to burn Sicheng’s pants and the mats in the training room. You got a little closer towards the end of the session- by that you burned only the top half of the two candles- but you yourself were burnt out and Ten was tired of constantly having to put you out.

Today, you were joined by Jaemin and Hendery. You knew Jaemin meant well, but you were well aware of the fact that beyond his future-seeing abilities he didn’t do much in terms of acting as defensive help in case Sicheng did try to lunge at you. Having him come along with Hendery made you feel more at ease since Hendery had mastered some helpful shifter forms. Although, you only ever saw him in his cat form for the most part.

You had gone through another round of candles. You were already nursing a headache from the previous night, and your frustration was making it incredibly difficult to concentrate.

“Focus,” Sicheng repeated robotically.

“What do you think I’m doing?” you snapped.

“You’re focusing on the fire. You need to hone in on your emotions, and then have that translate to your flames,” he explained as if he were speaking to a toddler.

“Well my emotions are very annoyed right now,” you huffed. Sicheng rolled his eyes.

“That anger you felt when you… flared up, you need to hone that. That’s what triggers and fuels Satan’s flames. Use that anger, and release it as the flames.”

You nodded. This did seem to make sense- your anger is what spurred your first outburst with Yuta’s mother, and that inhumane anger you felt once you turned that night wanted to rot away at you.

“Let it out in a small burst,” Sicheng guided. Pressing your lips in a tight line, you shut your eyes, visualizing the candles, their wicks, and how you felt after his mother had looked down on you. How you didn’t feel that you were good enough. Those bits of anger that had been chipping away at you. Opening your eyes, you squinted at the wicks that were now lit evenly by a small blue flame, the center unblemished.

“I did it!” you cheered, smiling brighter than you had in the past few days.

“Finally. Now put it out,” Sicheng instructed, glaring at you now.

“How do I do that?” you asked, your voice dropping from the initial excitement.

“Think of… a happy memory. Something of equal measure to clear that anger you used to ignite them.”

The rest of the session went on to a painfully monotonous cycle of turning on the candles of Sicheng’s choosing and flicking them off. It was grueling, but gave you a key understanding- your emotions were iniscripantly tied to your powers. So, to control your powers, you most certainly need to manage your emotions.

“So, you have homework.”

“Homework?”

“Don’t wear your necklace for 24 hours, and manage your powers on your own in that time,” he instructed, holding the necklace in his hands.

“When did you-?”

“I gave it to him after you handed it to me,” Jaemin explained.

“You’ll be fine, now leave I have a Valorent tournament to join,” he pushed the three of you out then, leaving you standing out in the hall without the ball and chain you had hanging on your neck. While a part of you was ecstatic to not be drained of all energy, you were freaking out over the possibility you messing this up somehow and hurting people.

“Do you have any plans now that you have energy again?” Jaemin asked, following behind you as you started slowly out of the building.

“I’m not sure… I hadn’t thought that far ahead.”

“I could tell,” Jaemin replied, earning him a chuckle from Hendery.

“Ha ha, you can see the future how funny,” you mocked. Stepping out now into the courtyard, the skies were in twilight, the wind reminding you to put on your coat or to freeze.

“If Yuta doesn’t pass by tonight, Johnny’s hosting a smash tournament in the Night dorm if you want to come by,” Jaemin invited.

“Yeah, I’ve heard that Ten’s saying he’s beaten you a bunch,” Hendery taunted. You scoffed, smiling a bit.

“I’ll think about it- although I could beat him with my eyes closed,” you chuckled. The pair waved goodbye, leaving you to walk alone now to your dorm- or so thought.

Chaein seemed to run out from the forest right by the path, looking exhausted but also excited to see you. You hadn’t spoken with her since the start of the semester, and she had been avidly avoiding you- likely due to her fear of retaliation from Doyoung.

“Y/N! Ten said I’d find you here!” She called, catching up to you. She had on a beanie- likely to shield her from the cold and also to cover her elf ears.

“So you’re talking to me again?” you wanted to not be bitter- but a part of you couldn’t help it. You were classmates with Chaein, and she was the first mythic that spoke with you despite not being family friends.

“I’m sorry, okay? Doyoung threatened to tell my parents I was choosing to sit next to you. They’re not… big into humans,” she whispered the last part despite there not being many day students around. You sighed, and smiled at her.

“It’s okay. Is everything alright? You came out of the forest like a bat out of hell.”

“Right! I wanted to give you this,” she took out a small envelope from her back pocket. You raised an eyebrow, and she shot you an encouraging smile, urging you to open it in front of her. Carefully, you tore open the envelope to see a detailed card with the words beautifully printed Happy Yuletide across the top.

“I know humans share cards with each other during this time of year, and I thought this one looked the coolest,” she excitedly pointed out different details on the card- the shading of the deers, the way the font was composed of four different colors.

“Wow Chaein, this beautiful,” you didn’t really know what to say.

“It’s my way of apologizing, and hoping that we can maybe be friends in the future?” her voice shook a bit at the end, and you stared at the card. The thought put into finding it and even asking Ten where you might be… it was heartwarming.

“I would say this could constitute us as being friends,” you replied. Chaein cheered, wrapping you in a hug that caught you off guard.

“I have to go soon so I don’t miss Johnny’s tournament. You should come!” she encouraged, clapping her hands together.

“I don’t know…” your voice drifted off. Whenever Yuta did swing by, it wasn’t until later in the night you thought, glancing off at your dorm building. “When does it start?”

“In fifteen- it’ll be fun!”

Surprising yourself, you nodded, and followed Chaein to the night dorm. The last time you swung by, you had walked past the main dorm and stayed in the library for a bit. Tonight though, you were arm and arm with Chaein, listening to her go on about how annoying she found her finals to be as you entered the main night dorm building.

The foyer was massive- a large living space in the center with plush carpeting and a grand staircase framing it. A group of students sat around a flat screen TV at the center, the only couch crammed with several mythics and the floor lined with a few different coolers. The students were initially facing away from the door, but all turned their heads to see who entered- most of which being faces that you not only recognized but also were friends with.

“Jaemin, you are such a liar!” Ten shouted, shoving himself off the couch to greet you. He wrapped you in a rather surprising hug, and you immediately could smell the cloud of Soju that enveloped him. “I can’t believe Chaein convinced you to come by!” he slurred, letting go and grabbing your wrist to bring you towards the center.

Johnny was setting up the flat screen, his wings fully exposed and fluttering gently as he plugged in the HDMI and speakers. Jaemin and Hendery were on the couch with Shotaro- whom you had come to learn was Johnny and Ten’s third roommate. Mark was on the floor playing a game of cards with Taeyong- you’d have to ask him later when they were suddenly acquaintances.  

You glanced up, and felt yourself immediately having to control the anxiety building up for fear of it spilling into flames.

Looking down on the foyer was Doyoung and a group of other night students all shooting glares your way. You gulped, looking back down to control your breathing and thoughts as best as possible. For a moment, you wished you had the onyx necklace. At the very least then you knew you wouldn’t burst into flames.

“So you heard Ten was talking shit about your smash skills?” Mark asked, picking up the cards and shuffling them. You laughed, sitting next to your brother.

“I could take her now!” Ten yelled, collapsing back onto the couch and pinching Shotaro’s cheeks.

Counting those in the foyer, it seemed to you that nine people wasn’t much of a smash tournament.

“I can’t let a drunk vampire run around telling lies! Are we missing anyone?”

Ten went to answer you, but Johnny answered before him, “Renjun is grabbing another controller, but normally we’d have Yuta as well.”

“Oh,” was all you could say. Not only did you only get less time with Yuta, but so were his friends and the people he had known for years- it felt selfish of you to just realize this.

“I think this controller should be good,” a new voice announced. They sat on the floor in front of Jaemin and Hendery, a set of orange fox ears peeking through his orange hair and an orange fox tail coming out from his pants. Johnny stood up now, screen glowing behind him.

“All right folks, standard rules apply- seven minutes a match, three lives, and no use of your special abilities… looking at you Jaemin and Shotaro,” Johnny glared at the pair, who exchanged a knowing look to the other. You leaned closer to Chaein and gestured to Shotaro. You knew he was Johnny and Ten’s roommate, but you didn’t really know much about him beyond that.

“Mind reader,” she clarified, knowing what you silently wanted to ask.

“All right, let’s get started!” Johnny called, earning roars from the groups and small murmurs from the crowd upstairs. It was unsettling having them staring down on you guys, so you were hoping that you’d be able to ask Ten or even Johnny about it once you were out of everyone else’s earshot.

Monitoring the time the best you could while also checking for any texts you played the first two rounds with ease, lucking out with Mark in your first and Chaein in the fight shortly thereafter. Going up against Ten though, albeit drunk, was a bit of a bigger challenge than you had initially expected.

“See while you’ve been sleeping with the King I’ve only been playing smash,” he spoke rather loudly, and you bit your tongue to not say anything back to him.

“That’s just sad man,” you heard Taeyong mumble. Taeyong was taken out in the first round by Chaein and was moping around. It took a little longer, but you were able to handle Ten easily once you landed a combo on his character.

“Now you can’t talk shit,” you laughed, blowing a raspberry in his direction.

“I can’t even say I could take you in a real fight,” he sighed, collapsing onto the crowded couch, much to the groans of Shotaro, Hendery, and Jaemin.

“All right Renjun, sorry that I’ve gotta beat you,” Johnny taunted as they moved towards the TV, you now scooting back. Checking your phone, you were a bit surprised.

Yuta: Hey! You’re not in your dorm?

You quickly shot him a text, letting him know where you were, and suddenly feeling nervous. You glanced back towards the staircase, making direct eye contact with Doyoung before you looked back down to Jaemin and Johnny’s match.

“Who would you rather take on, y/n?” Shotaro asked politely, his eyes looking at you curiously.

“Hm,” you looked back at the pair and checked out their characters, “I could take either one, doesn’t matter,” you laughed.

“Don’t get too cocky, human,” Renjun called.

“Ha, human,” Ten drunkenly giggled, seeming to fall in and out of sleep. Remembering you had to have several mind readers around you, you quickly thought of whatever you could to change Ten’s train of thought.

“Ten, how long have you known Shotaro?” you asked the vampire, who then smiled and went to pinch the cheeks of the mind reader, who groaned tiredly.

“I’ve known Taro since he was a baby…” Ten cooed. You glanced over at Mark who smirked at you, knowing your own thought process without having to read your mind.

Much to no one’s surprise, Johnny took down Renjun’s character, leaving Johnny to be the last person you needed to take on in the bracket.

“Let’s make a bet,” Johnny announced. “If I win you have to… wash my car.”

“I’m not washing your car,” you rolled your eyes, taking a controller and sitting next to him.

“If you win you won’t be washing it,” he noted.

“If I win, I get to borrow your car all day tomorrow,” you countered. Johnny furrowed his eyebrows at you, but nodded shortly before you started the last round. The rest of the group gathered around closely behind you two, voicing their own opinions and shouting notes of their own.

“Get her Johnny!”

“You’ve got this, y/n!”

“Dang, that’s intense.”

The only other person you’d been able to play with recently had been Yuta, and he was notably a better opponent than everyone else here. It took effort, but in your last life you were able to finally launch Johnny’s character out and win.

“Woo! I got the car for a day!” you cheered, laughing as you felt several hands patting your back.

“You don’t even have a license,” Johnny groaned, rubbing his forehead in frustration. Amongst the chatter of your small group, there was a small rush of footsteps, catching everyone off guard once it was noticed that the rest of the night students had taken to surrounding the foyer.

“Oh, hello everyone,” Ten slurred, forcing himself out of the couch too quickly and having to catch himself by leaning on your shoulder.

“Okay, your tournament is done now. They can go,” Doyoung announced, glaring only at you. You helped Ten stand on his feet, and glared back at the shifter.

“We haven’t done anything, and our IDs allow us access to here,” you countered. Mark stood a bit closer to the shifter, and turned back to try and share a look with you that you couldn’t quite catch.

“For a human, you have quite a lot of nerve,” Doyoung sneered, his lips curling upward. A small scoff sound was heard next to you, and fearfully you glanced at Ten who now covered his mouth with his hand and was shaking his head rapidly.

“What’s Ten trying to not think about?” Shotaro asked absentmindedly, earning him a surprised look from Doyoung who turned to the group of students behind him.

“Stay in Ten’s mind!” the one named Xiaojun called, a curious look in his eyes as he stared down at your best friend.

“Everyone better stay out of Ten’s business,” another voice called, earning small gasps as the crowd parted. “Doyoung, stop being an ass.”

“Just because you’re dating her, doesn’t mean she can… run amok in our space!” Doyoung changed his composure in Yuta’s presence. Gone was the smug, holier-than-thou expression he held, having replaced it with a much more meek facial expression and hunched, unsure shoulders.

“Her and Mark were just leaving. Don’t be a jerk,” Johnny muttered, reaching to grab Ten and walk him out alongside you and your brother.

“Yeah, don’t be a jerk,” Xiaojun suddenly added, earning him a swift glare from Doyoung. Yuta wrapped an arm over your shoulder as you started out from the night dorm, holding you tightly to his cold body as you glanced back, waving goodbye to Chaein and everyone else who stood still in the foyer.

“See you later!” Chaein called cheerily despite the glare Dyoung had shot her way. Walking out into the cold, Mark was speaking rapidly to Ten, trying to have his mind go anywhere else until you could be fully out of earshot from the rest of the mythics.

“Why is he such a prick?” you asked, pressing yourself closely to Yuta as you matched his steps towards your dorm.

“He thinks he’s better than everyone because he mastered his powers quicker than most other shifters,” Johnny responded. He had sloppily thrown a jacket over his shoulders, the small outline of his wings noticeable to your naked eye now.

“And no one’s ever put him in his place?” Mark pressed, letting off of Ten one he felt you had moved far enough from the night dorms.

“Don’t worry about that, I’ll have him taken care of,” Yuta interjected, staring ahead blankly. There was a small silence, everyone seemed puzzled by Yuta’s threatening statement- although he didn’t seem to notice. “So, who won tonight's tournament?”

“I did!”

“Unfortunately,” Johnny sighed, in fear of the bet he had made with you. “What are you even going to do with my car?”

You thought for a moment. Looking up at the night sky, the small clouds that had formed looming over the small group now as you neared your dorms.

“I have a few ideas.”

***

Your fingers mindlessly tapped the steering wheel, the few seconds now passing like an eternity as you stared straight ahead of you in the parking lot. You had felt fairly confident in your three point turn, and you properly used your turning signals. You were sure you answered the testers questions properly too. Yet, why were they taking so long to calculate your results?

“You didn’t look back all the way when you backed up,” the old man noted, his pencil now tapping the sheet on his clipboard. He looked up at you then, the panic in your eyes making him feel bad almost for having said this. “You did just fine, 88 out of 100 is more than enough to get your license.”

“Really?” you were surprised. He handed you the sheet of paper, congratulated you, and stepped out of the vehicle, leaving you alone to stare at the affirmation in your hands. You hadn’t told anyone, not even Yuta, that you were going to take your drivers test with Johnny’s car. You had told everyone you were going to the spa, and they didn’t press too much further than that. Now, after waiting and finally getting your license printed, you were fully licensed to drive. Later than your peers, for sure, but fully licensed nonetheless. You twiddled the plastic ID in your hand, ignoring how tired you looked in your photo and just felt elated.

For a brief moment, you felt like a normal person.

Bringing your phone out from your pocket, you called your boyfriend, fully expecting the video call to go unanswered.

Much to your pleasant surprise, he answered, seeming to be in a hallway.

“Everything okay? And, why are you in a car?” His voice was low along with the lighting, but he looked just as beautiful as ever. Smiling, you brought out your license, flashing it in front of the camera.

“No way,” he hollered, his giggling sounding like a soft bell through the phone speaker.

“I am finally a licensed driver, now I just need a car,” you chuckled.

“Time to get paid for that warden job of yours.”

“At this point- hey, don’t you have a meeting today?” you tried getting a better look of where he was, but it was hard to tell.

“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to ignore your calls.”

“That’s so romantic- how lame,” you teased.

“It’s a meeting with Ten’s Mom, it’s fine,” he assured.

“Oh, that’s why the hallway was familiar,” you thought aloud.

“I’ve gotta go, we need to finish the meeting up. I love you, y/n.”

“I love you too, Yuta.”

**

The second person you told about your license was Mark. Instead of calling him, you decided to instead meet him in the student parking lot and have him see it in person

“Wow! Having a license was the one thing I had over you,” he joked. You punched his arm playfully, having parked Johnny’s car in his spot and walking through campus with your brother. It had been a while since you could just casually walk through campus, and it was great.

“Do you remember when we would come here when we were younger?” Mark seemed to be thinking what you were, looking at the forest lined path that led towards the main building. You nodded.

“I remembered thinking everyone looked so old,” you hummed.

“Now look at us,” he chuckled, rubbing his forehead. You squinted, looking at the unmoving crease between Mark’s eyebrows.

“What’s on your mind?” you asked, tucking your hands into your coat pockets.

“How do you know something’s up?” Mark raised an eyebrow, stifling a nervous chuckle.

“You have that… thing,” you pointed to the space between your own eyebrows, hoping he would understand. He sighed, massaging that part of his face hoping to relieve the area. He tucked his own hands in his coat pockets, sighing in defeat.

“I think it’s weird you’re Satan’s kid,” he spoke quickly, the crease returning.

“No, that’s not what’s on your mind,” you simpered.

“I really thought that would work,” he muttered, looking down before stopping in his tracks. “I applied to Columbia’s creative writing program.”

“I know, you applied when we were seniors and decided to come to Knight’s Cross instead.”

“Yes, but I reapplied for a transfer and… I got in,” he whispered, raising his shoulders. You paused, surprised before you wrapped your arms around him, overwhelmed with joy and pride.

“That’s so amazing!” you cheered, letting go and jumping slightly. The frown didn’t leave his face though. “Why aren’t you more excited? That’s the best university for writing!”

“I… I have something else to tell you.” Raising an eyebrow at this, you nodded, hoping your brother would let whatever it was spill out of him. “I told Dad already. But I wanted you to hear it from me-,” he raised his hands and gripped your shoulders now, “- I don’t want Knight’s Cross College. It’s yours. It was always meant to be yours.”

This made the color immediately drain from your face and eyes widen.

“Absolutely not,” you almost shouted, walking quickly away from Mark who caught up with you and matched your pace.

“You’re the better fighter, you get along with mythics and humans- hell, you are mythic and human,” he started counting his reasoning off his fingers as if he had been rehearsing this.

“Everyone that matters in the council- who I would work with, hates me,” you countered, your mind immediately flashing to Yuta’s mother. Taking your hands out of your pocket, your left hands fingers had caught on fire, and you quickly shook it to put it out as you calmed yourself down.

“They’d hate anyone,” Mark pointed out. You both stopped now, glaring at each other. You had never given any thought to potentially becoming president of the university after your father steps down. It was always meant to be for Mark, at least that’s what you had always thought. It’s how you felt. It’s what you believed.

“I’m not even his biological kid. I’m the child of one of the worst beings in existence,” you sputtered out, looking down now at your feet as you struggled to control your emotions.’

“DNA doesn't matter, not in this case. You’re my sister, you’re our Dad’s kid, and you are meant for this,” Mark wrapped you in a bear hug then, holding you tightly.

“You think I can do this?” you asked, your voice shaking as you hugged your brother back.

“Trust me, if anyone can run a university and bridge the mythic world with the human world, it’s you.”

You were reminded of the Na prophecy, and squeezed your brother tightly. It was hard to manage your breathing but you did your best despite the fear that potentially you could lose your brother in the way Jaemin said someone would lose their life.

“Mark?”

“Yeah?”

“Don’t do anything stupid,” you spoke plainly, earning a sharp chuckle from your brother.

“I won’t. Plus, I’ll visit you and Dad all the time, and call everyday,” Mark comforted, pulling back from your hug. “I’ll move after new years, so you won’t be rid of me just yet.”

Mark walked with you to the main building, gushing over his future in Columbia and how excited he is for the program as you trudged down to the basement. This time Sicheng was watching a movie when you entered, chewing through a bowl of popcorn. His demon ears were protruding today, and they wiggled slightly upon your entrance.

“So, you haven’t burned anything down in the past few hours?” He asked sarcastically, pausing the movie and placing the bowl down on the ground in front of the couch.

“My hand caught on fire, but nothing else,” you felt a little prideful when you spoke. You were afraid of your own powers, but you had to admit, it did feel good to finally feel as if you had some control over them.

“I’m a little sad to hear that,” Sicheng muttered, earning him an eye roll from both you and Mark. “Today, we’ll go over controlling the fire on your body and your full transformations.”

“Full transformation?” Mark asked for you, raising an eyebrow.

“Yep. That in the bar was her full transformation. It’s when her powers are basically maxed out, and she also has somewhat less control over them,” Sicheng explained, picking at his ears as he did so. Your confidence deflated. The feeling of uncontrollable rage and anger you felt at Deer Moon was haunting to a point that you would rather have been bogged down by the onyx necklace than transform to that again.

“I don’t know about doing a full transformation,” you admitted.

“You know I can trigger it easily right?” he taunted, smirking at you. Your eyes widened, ready to step back and flee from the basement before Sicheng began laughing. “I wouldn’t trigger it like that, you fool. At least, not without Mark here having the extinguisher ready.”

“Don’t be an ass,” Mark scowled, stepping towards the corner of the room and grabbing a full fire extinguisher.

“All right, so let’s get started with you firing up that right hand.”

The next few hours were just as grueling as the previous training had been. While sometimes you could successfully light certain parts up in the sequence Sicheng would give them to you, managing them consistently proved to be a bit of a challenge. It didn’t help that the more you purposefully lit up Satan’s flames, the more an anger began to boil at your core. Relying on channeling your anger was proving to be exhausting, but it was necessary in order to manage your flames- or at least, that’s what Sicheng would say.

Again, you left that night with Mark, covered head to toe in the extinguisher powder.

“You did good today,” Mark comforted, watching as you shivered in your coat and pouted on your walk to your dorm.

“I hate this,” you admitted, dusting some of the powder out of your hair.

“I know,” was all he could respond, patting your shoulder. “I’m gonna head to the night dorm for a bit- figure I should tell Johnny and Ten that I’ll be leaving now that you know.” He ruffled your hair, removing some of the dust, before bounding off along the night dorm path.

Walking closer to your dorm, there were very few students around since most went home for the holiday break. Yet, there was a familiar body perched on the bench nearest to your dorm.

“I thought you wouldn’t make it tonight,” you smiled brightly, admiring how even in the horrible outside lighting, he still looked incredibly handsome.

“I wanted to surprise you,” he chirped, handing you a small bouquet of your favorite flowers before pressing a small kiss on your forehead. You were so surprised and ecstatic to see Yuta. It had been more difficult than you would have liked. With Yuta constantly being whisked off to meetings, and the few precious moments you two had being preoccupied with other issues, it made your heart sing to see that he still wanted to surprise you in such a way.

“This is so sweet,” you whispered, looking between him and the bouquet in your hand.

“Well, I was hoping I could take you out tonight?” he proposed, swiping a hand over your hair, likely in an attempt to dust off some powder.

Your heart skipped a beat.  “I would love that.”

It seems that Yuta didn’t have a car, or not one at the school, since he led you to Jaemin’s car and held the keys.

“He offered to let me borrow it before I could ask,” he explained, earning a small chuckle from you.

“I spoke to Kun and Jungwoo today,” Yuta began, starting the car and driving out from the student parking lot. “They told me about this prompt you wrote in high school.” Your eyes widened as you immediately knew what he was referencing.

In high school, whenever you were in a boring class, you tended to assign yourself random writing prompts and scribble out a few paragraphs for it. Thanks to poor timing and bad luck, Jungwoo and Kun found one prompt you had written in which you detailed your dream date with a celebrity you had a crush on at the time.

“I’m gonna kill them,” you muttered, already writing out the message to them in your head.

“Don’t- because it gave me the perfect idea,” Yuta giggled. After a few minutes, you pulled into a small parking lot of an outdoor shopping mall, the mini golf sign shining as brightly as it was the last time you had been here with friends.

“I thought mini golf was a cute date idea,” you sighed, feeling embarrassed.

“I may not be that celebrity, but I hope I can make it as close to perfect as possible.”

The mini golf place was a little more full than you have liked, there being several local high schoolers and a few of your peers there. Watching Yuta pretend to be human entertained you a bit. Despite the black light, people were still taken aback by his beauty, and his polite smile to the person working the register stunned them for a moment.

“It’s weird not seeing you with your fangs,” you whispered to him, waiting to start on the first course behind another, younger couple.

“I think it’s fun, like our little secret,” he winked. “Wanna make a little wager?”

You hummed, “I’m a little competitive, I don’t know if I can handle making you cry over mini golf.” He clicked his tongue at your response, chuckling a bit then.

“I didn’t get to humble you in smash since I wasn’t there, but I certainly can take you in mini golf.”

“Fine, loser pays for dinner,” you suggested.

“I don’t even eat food,” Yuta muttered furrowing his eyebrows.

“That makes it even better.”

“Fine, if you win I’ll pay for your dinner, but if I win, you let me read your annotated copies of twilight,” he countered, causing you to groan.

“I can’t believe you’re still on that.”

“I’ll keep trying until I can,” he sang, and you gently pushed his shoulder as you laughed. Until the last portion, you and yuta had managed to maintain a tie, taunting the other whenever it was the other’s turn.

“Ah, the cursed windmill. This one usually gets people,” you teased, looking down at where the 18th hole was.

“Hm, I think I’ll be fine. You just get those books ready for me my love,” he taunted, setting himself up. You rolled your eyes, and watched as he seamlessly managed to get the golf ball through the windmill and into its designated spot in one stroke.

“I’m surprised,” you feigned sarcasm, and started to set yourself up as well, trying to angle your club properly.

“You know, you look lovely tonight,” Yuta whispered, his lips tauntingly close to your ear now. You laughed breathlessly, taken aback.

“You don’t look too bad yourself,” you replied, trying to focus again on this last shot. Yuta moved closer now, his hand resting on your shoulder and lips at an increasingly closer distance.

“If not for the other people here, I would devour you,” he hummed, his voice low. Your hands trembled now at the thought, before you stepped away and shot him a glare.

“You are the worst,” you half joked. He shot a mischievous grin, before stepping back to let you fully concentrate. Timing it as best as you could, you tapped the golf ball and held your breath to miserably watch the blades of the windmill cut off the course of the golf ball.

“Ha! I win!” Yuta cheered, raising his fists into the air.

“Barely,” you rolled your eyes, laughing softly to yourself. To everyone else at the course, you two looked like a normal, oddly competitive couple. Yuta was a normal, fang-less human and you were simply the daughter of a university president- and that was a sweet feeling.

“Do you have to read my copy of twilight?” you whined as you started out of the mini golf course.

“Kun and Jungwoo said they went through it a couple of years back and said it has given them a lifetime's worth of comedy- I have to read it,” he teased, reaching a hand out and gently pinching your cheek.

“I’m so gonna kill them,” you vowed, furrowing your eyebrows.

“Nah, you guys care about each other too much,” Yuta notes, smiling in almost a solemn way.

Pausing outside of the car, when you climbed in you asked, “Yuta, do you have any roommates? I know some people in the night dorm do share rooms.” He pursed his lips and shook his head.

“I roomed with Johnny and Ten our first semester, but… the council insisted I should have one of the single rooms,” Yuta explained, before adding, “I’ve always been friends with Johnny at least, so it didn’t affect that too much.”

“Ah,” was all you could respond, the car lulling into a silence only the hum of the radio could fill.

Stupidly, you hadn’t even thought about whether or not Yuta would continue at Knight’s Cross, nor even the future of your relationship. Had he? You stole a glance at him as he drove, his eyes glued to the road.

“You’re thinking,” he noted, not turning to look at you.

“Yeah,” you admitted, watching as the car pulled into a small parking lot.

“What’s on your mind?” he asked, parking on the side of the road and fully turning to look at you. In the dim street lighting, you could see his eyebrows were knit with concern, staring at you with his full concentration.

“I… I don’t want to lose you,” you raised a hand to stop him before he could speak, “and I hate the thought of having to share you with the rest of the mythic world. I know it’s selfish, I’m sorry I shouldn’t have said anything.” You felt embarrassed, and turned your face away.

You’ve hated these past few weeks- not being able to see each other as often as you had wanted was hard. It made it more difficult since whenever he spoke about the people he was soon to be working with, it was almost always some sort of controlling, negative way.

“Hey,” he spoke softly, his hand reaching out to gently turn your chin towards him. You covered your shock as best as possible, the red streaks having made their way down his cheeks in the few moments you turned away from him.

“It’s been tough lately, but you have to trust me. I will fix this, and I’ll always put you first. Fuck everything else,” his voice quivering with his tears. Bringing a hand up, you swiped off some of his bloodied tears, his hands moving now to hold your wrists and therefore your hands in place, burying his cheek in the palm of your hand.

“Fuck everything else,” you repeated through a whispered, small tears now making their way down your cheeks. He nodded, repeating and affirming the phrase.

Between Yuta’s face being furiously stained with his own blood, and you hardly having much of an appetite to begin with, you ended up driving back to your dorm. Helping hide his face, you made your way into your studio, giggling to yourselves.

“Ten’s here,” Yuta noted. Looking around, you didn’t see him, and turned back to Yuta with a puzzled expression. “He’s down the hall with Chenle and other humans.”

“Gosh Ten just always has to be around people,” you sighed.

“Hey, he’s good at it,” Yuta replied, smiling to himself. You moved to your small kitchen counter, grabbing and wetting a paper towel before moving back to your boyfriend. Slowly, you began passing the paper along his face and cleaning up the blood that had dripped along from his eyes to his chin.

“How come you cry your own blood?” you asked quietly, moving slowly.

“Well, since we’re half dead, blood is one of the only fluids our body produces. That’s at least what they teach us,” he explained, watching you carefully.

“Interesting. What other fluids does it produce?” you asked absentmindedly, before your eyes widened in embarrassment, his own cheeks growing into that blue hue you had seen as his eyes avoided you.

“You did that on purpose,” he muttered. He blinked quickly as if trying to be rid of the pink streaks making their way across his irises.

“I swear I didn’t,” you giggled. “You’re cleaned up now,” you declared, tossing out the towel into your trash and turning back to Yuta.

“How has your thigh healed?” he asked. You leaned your back against the counter, thinking it over.

“I haven’t paid attention to it much,” you admitted, frowning to yourself. “I guess that means it’s healed pretty well, then.”

“Hm, maybe it needs to be put there again with a little bit more... vigor,” he muttered, having now stood up, leaning against the counter and glancing over at you.

“Hm, maybe,” you hummed. Yuta leaned towards you, and quicker than he must have expected, you met his lips with yours. His lips were soft, and compared to the last few times he kissed you, there was a difference here- this lacked the fear of hurting you it seemed.

Lacking personal restraint, and a feeling of joy that his lips were roughly crashing against yours, you laced your fingers through his hair, dipping his head down more and forcing your bodies to be as close as possible.

Roughly, Yuta pulled away, his eyes having lost sight of their brown and now only showing as pink. His fangs had popped up more now, as large as they were the last few times you had been intimate.

“Please tell me if I hurt you,” he whispered. You leaned in, and quickly placed a small kiss on the tip of his nose.

“I can accidentally burn things now- you have to tell me if I hurt you,” you replied, passing a thumb over his cheek. Without thinking- and catching you severely by surprise- Yuta scooped you up, and gently tossed you over his shoulder.

“What are you doing?” you giggled, trying to not shout and alert anyone outside of your dorm. Carefully, he placed your giggling self onto your bed, your hair sprawled in a disarray as you looked at your boyfriend.

“I just wanted to look at you in a better light,” he spoke, climbing the bed slowly until your eyes met, his body now hovering above yours. Slowly, he lifted one of his hands, his digits moving slowly to graze your neck, his thumb stopping to slowly circle where your neck meets your shoulder.

“Is this a better light?” you asked, your voice now in a hushed tone. Leaning down, his nose brushed against yours.

“Just as I thought,” he muttered, his nose tracing along your cheekbone until he reached your ear.

“What?”

“You look lovely in any light,” he breathed out, his breath now tickling your neck. His body was fully pressed against yours now, and you felt the chill of his fangs grazing against your throat.

“Can I bite you?” his voice was quiet still, as if he was shy. You nodded furiously, spending the rest of your evening wrapped around each other.

***

“It’s a bad omen.”

“It’s raining, Ten. It’s not the end of the world,” you chastised, following the guided trail. In preparation for the coronation, you and Mark were tasked with reinforcing some of the barriers put in place from the Vatican. While it didn’t seem to affect you and Sicheng, a demon hadn’t appeared in Knight’s Cross since.

“But Mark is leaving us, and this annoying rain? It has to mean something,” he groaned, tightening the hoodie of his windbreaker. Mark was busy packing today, and had asked Ten to cover for him. As such, the two of you were tasked with burning sage at different points around the campus.

Ignoring Ten and taking out the lighter your Dad gave you, you flicked it on, only for the flame to be blown out as soon as it hit the sage.

“See! Bad omen,” Ten repeated, crossing his arms in satisfaction. You rolled your eyes, and glanced around. Currently, you were in one of the open fields by the main building, just the two of you. Focusing and within a few seconds, the sage’s tip began to burn a bright blue, a smile making its way to your face.

“How is that for a bad omen?” you mocked, raising your hand to waft the smoke around the area, muttering the small bible verse your Dad gave to you.

“It’s incredible how the rain isn’t putting out the flame,” he noted. You shrugged in response, bringing the sage back to eye level and blowing it out just as easily as you had lit it. Instinctually, you tugged at the collar of the turtleneck you wore. It was ugly and itchy- but it was the best you could do when it came to covering up Yuta’s bites from last night. Covering the one on your thigh was easy, but covering the on your neck proved to be a challenge when you realized you didn’t own any scarves.

“That thing is hideous,” Ten noted, frowning at the shirt.

“Yeah. Anyways, where’s the next point?” you asked dryly. Ten held the awkward map your Dad had drawn and scribbled on for you guys, and he opened it up with an arm raised to try and keep the rain off.

“All right, next we have to sage outside of the night dorm,” he instructed, quickly tucking the map safely into his pocket. Boots now sloshing in the muddy ground, you guys walked side by side.

“Do you know what you’re wearing?” you asked. The coronation was three days away, and it was only this morning that you remembered that nothing you owned would qualify as a fit enough outfit for Yuta’s coronation.

“Oh yeah, my Mom got everything tailored and done as soon as it was announced. Oligarchy has to wear red and black since it’s a vampire taking the position,” he explained nonchalantly.

“Hm, so like, what would I wear?” you probed, walking ahead as Ten stopped in his tracks.

“YOU DON’T HAVE A DRESS?” he shouted, his voice blasting over the sprinkling rain.

“Hey, don’t shout!” you scolded, turning back to see his shocked face.

“Dude, you are dating the King, how do you not know what you’re wearing?” Ten had lowered his voice, but his tone was still urgent. You shrugged, walking ahead again towards the night dorm.

“I didn’t think it was that big of a deal.”

“Not a big deal? NOT A BIG- sorry, not a big deal?” he shut his eyes, as if thinking something over to himself. “You know what, maybe Chaein has something you can borrow,” he began problem solving, now walking faster than you at a pace you found difficult to match.

“I’m not borrowing a dress from Chaein,” you countered, folding your arms over your chest.

“How… oh,” his look softened then, and the most painful look appeared on his face- pity. You cringed, looking away from him. “You’ve been avoiding thinking about it, huh?” his voice was softer now.

You went to speak, but your throat croaked instead, and you clenched your jaw as you nodded in response, holding back your tears. Of course you had thought and reminded yourself of the coronation- but every time you did, your throat would close up and tears would well as they did now.

“Hey, bud, you guys are going to be okay,” Ten placed a hand on your shoulder, his voice still soft as he gently patted you.

“You don’t know that, I hardly see him now- how about when he’s running an entire kingdom! Fuck- I’m so selfish,” you choked out, passing your hands across your face in an attempt to clear your tears away.

“You aren’t selfish, and look, Yuta loves you. A whole lot- it’s kind of gross,” you looked up when Ten said this, his eyes not looking at you but at your neck. You rolled your eyes, moving a hand to raise your turtleneck higher. “Don’t bother, any vampire can tell from like a mile away that you’ve been bitten.”

“This isn’t a joke, Ten!” you lashed out, knocking his hand off your shoulder.

“I never said it- oh,” he stared at you in fear. Puzzled, you glanced down at your fists which were still normal.

“What is it?” you asked, turning around and not seeing anything.

“It’s… here,” Ten took out his phone then and handed it to you with the front facing camera on. You gasped, your eyes widening. Hovering over your head was a blue flamed halo, the flames small but shining brightly as you looked at it though his phone.

“Oh god what is this?” you panicked, reaching your hand above your head and feeling the flames. “It’s kind of cool,” Ten admitted, smirking as he watched you slowly diminish the flame.

“I can’t even cry in peace,” you groaned, rubbing your forehead in frustration. With your eyes shut, you felt a set of arms wrap around and embrace you, Ten’s cold body holding you tightly.

“Everything is going to be okay, I promise. Yuta, Mark, Johnny, me… we all have your back,” he muttered. Stunned by Ten’s affection, you held your friend in a tight hug before he let go and moved away. “That’s enough hugging, but I am here for you.”

You laughed, and started to continue walking when you saw a panic flash across Ten’s face. He turned around and you both saw Doyoung, staring at you both with a sly grin.

“I was just taking a casual stroll, you know I have to monitor my appearance before events. And, along this path, what do you know, I see a brilliant blue flame,” Doyoung teased, both you and Ten staring at him in silence.

“Blue flame? Like Satan’s? How strange!” Ten feigned, looking at you as if to also act with him.

“Cut the shit- I saw the flames over that ones-,” Doyoung angrily pointed at you, “-head.”

“You know my name!” you interjected, before quickly adding, “and I have no clue what you’re talking about.”

“Stop playing dumb!” he shouted, a set of sharp wolf ears popping up on the top of his head. Quickly, you looked over and saw Ten’s eyes flash their shade of red as he glared back at Doyoung.

“What is your problem?” you asked, stepping forward and hoping to cut through the aggressive tension rising between Ten and Doyoung. Doyoung bared his teeth then, a set of canines now exposed as he seemed to growl at you.

“You, dammit! You have no place in our world- hell, by the looks of it you aren’t even human. I could always smell that something was wrong with you,” he snapped, his eyes switching to a bright gold hue.

“I am human,” you half lied.

“No you’re not! I saw that blue flame- you are a goddamn… demon!”

“Demons don’t even produce blue flames,” Ten countered, his fangs now fully extended. Doyoung paused at this notion, before leering at you.

“So, Satan has sent his daughter to seduce the King, eh?” Doyoung taunted. You flared your nostrils and squeezed your hands into fist, doing your best to manage your breathing and stop any other possible outburst.

“I’m human, and I love Yuta,” you repeated, more to yourself than to Doyoung at this point.

“Just wait until the council finds out,” he started chuckling, his canines receding despite the protruding wolf ears and his eyes still being golden.

“You won’t be telling them shit!” Ten growled, stepping forward.

“Yeah? And who’s going to stop me?”

“Oh good, I made it just in time,” turning your heads, the interjection came from Jaemin who was sluggishly walking out from the forest, a yellow poncho contrasting with the dim atmosphere. Doyoung’s wolf ear twitched, as if trying to gauge the situation. To be fair, you too felt confused. Jaemin’s priorities didn’t lie with anyone specifically- but rather his family’s prophecy that he had sworn to uphold and protect.

“In time for what?” you asked, trying to focus on anything that wouldn’t flare up your flames and fully prove what you were.

“Oh, yeah,” Jaemin chuckled softly, before turning his attention to Doyoung, an eye turning white. “To tell you that if you ever do tell anyone what you think you saw here, you will be brutally murdered.”

The three of you were stunned, looking intently at Jaemin as if he would suddenly say he was joking. Instead, he maintained his normal stoic expression. He blinked, waiting for a response from Doyoung.

“Oh please, as if you’re telling the truth,” Doyoung crossed his arms, ears still twitching to reveal that he was unsure.

Jaemin shrugged in response. “Could be. But are you willing to take that risk?”

It was silent for a short while, the only sound now being that of the soft rain hitting the gravel path you all stood on until Jaemin moved forward.

“What you saw was a trick of the light. Just some weird lightning. It’s not worth starting… anything else over,” Jaemin added, furrowing his eyebrows. Doyoung visibly gulped, glancing over to Ten and you as if you would contradict what Jaemin had to say.

Frowning, Doyoung nodded. “It was just a trick of the light.”

“Nice. I’ll see you at the coronation,” Jaemin nodded at Doyoung, whose frown deepened before he turned into a wolf, bounding away towards the night dorm.

“How did you get him to listen?” Ten asked before you could.

“When a psychic tells you that you’re going to die horrifically, people tend to listen. They’ll even change their own memories and thoughts if they have to,” he smirked.

“Thanks Jaemin,” you replied, smiling back at the cheeky psychic.

“No need to. Just know that I’ve got your back, too.”

[britishassistant]

I wonder what the supervillains (the dorm leaders) would do if they get switched with their other self in Twisted Wonderland.

They'll meet a younger Yuu calls them senpai and probably get shivers when they hear someone shout Prefect but then realize its Yuu's role in that world.

Bonus would be if Yuuken's there too, sharing the dorm with Yuu.

Thank you for the ask, dear anon!

I decided to take a little inspo from my Villainous Paranoiac series for this one! Not a whole lot, but the idea of Twisted Wonderland Yuu being put in the infirmary after the events of Chapter Five!

(Also consider it non-canon, since it kinda involves everyone’s identities being exposed!)

Basically imagine that the supervillains find themselves in what looks like a private school infirmary, late at night. The air is buzzing with a strange energy, almost like the powers back in their home world, but...different, somehow.

The room nearly empty, save for one occupant in a cot close to the door.

Poison Queen and King immediately begin bickering over whose fault this mess is, while Royal Flush tries to get them to keep their voices down or else they’ll be detected. Charon is half a minute from going to curl up in a corner, clutching his freeze ray like a lifeline, while Octo Dealer and Snake Charmer are busy inspecting their surroundings for anything of value or that can be requisitioned into a weapon on short notice.

Tsunotaro has wandered over to inspect the sole other living being in the room with them.

He is pleasantly surprised to see what looks like a younger version of the reporter he’s so fond of, fast asleep in the infirmary cot. Their cheeks still retain the last bit of baby fat from childhood, and there’s some acne left that will fade with age. He may give one cheek a gentle poke, just to satisfy his curiosity. The sleepy mumble they let out is a little more high pitched than normal, but that’s the reporter’s voice alright.

He is less pleased to see dark circles under their eyes, or the bandages around their throat that stink of medicinal salves. If this truly is a younger version of his child of man, then why do they look so worried, even in sleep? Why are they injured and sleeping in this place of healing in the first place? They’re a mere child, barely old enough to operate a vehicle or live alone. Their only worries should be trivial things, not whatever is causing this furrow in their brow and hunch in their shoulders.

The other supervillains have begun to migrate over to where Tsunotaro is crouching in silent contemplation. King flips his eyepatch up to get a better look, whistling lowly. Octo Dealer busies himself with refilling their water glass, sneaking glances at them as he places it within easy reach. Snake Charmer pulls their pillow more under their head from where it’s almost slipped off. Poison Queen straightens the arrangement of the very tasteful bouquet on the bedside table, so the flowers’ best angle is shown to the bed’s occupant. Royal Flush carefully tucks their covers in over them.

Charon takes a picture with his tablet.

He forgot to turn off his flash.

Yuu cracks their eyes open...

To see seven adults looming over their bed in masks that resemble the ink from the overblots that haunt the Prefect’s nightmares.

Cue terrified screaming.

Snake Charmer lunges forward instinctively to cover Yuu’s mouth—

It’s only thanks to Poison Queen yanking him back that he doesn’t end up with an arrow in the shoulder.

Several more follow the first one through the window above the prefect’s cot, cold iron sharp and perfectly aimed to seriously maim if the supervillains don’t immediately get away from the screaming teenager. Rook was lax in protecting the Trickster after VDC ended, assuming there was no more danger after Roi du Poison’s overblot was saved. He will not make that mistake again.

The infirmary doors burst open, a younger Yuuken in a sleep-rumpled uniform barging in from where he decided to sleep outside because Ramshackle felt too empty and quiet to bear, but was forbidden from staying in the infirmary himself. He only has a pillow, but he brandishes it at the strange adults, fully willing to defend his dorm mate in whatever way he can.

The vanguard appears in a flurry of bats though, too many to fight off, small and vicious and furious. Their commander materializes in the center if the swarm, hovering over the head of Yuu’s cot, pink eyes brimming with a cold rage that makes his small and cute form look like it’s bursting at the seams holding something much older and angrier back. He opens his mouth, fangs long and glistening—

Only to stop short at the sight of one of the supervillains. “Malleus? Malleus Draconia?”

Tsunotaro nods warily.

“Wh-What in Twisted Wonderland are you wearing??”

Tsunotaro ducks his head like a chastened child. “I could say the same thing.” He mutters sullenly.

From there the lights get turned on, and the seven supervillains are made to explain themselves to the sleep-deprived students and staff who trickle in to see what’s going on. All six dorm leaders and one vice dorm leader vanished from their beds, setting everyone on high alert until news of these...alternate versions spread.

It is very weird for the supervillains to see all their minions as teenagers (again in some cases). It is only surpassed by how weird it is for everyone else to see their dorm heads and vice head all grown up and adult, even if they are dressed weird.

Ortho still wants to shoot them with a beam until they bring back his nii-san. Luckily Charon is able to convince him that Idia should be fine if he’s in Charon’s lair—he’s got plenty of the latest games, manga and tech for him to play with, so that should keep him occupied for a while.

Sebek is in a state of Malleus awe. He has shut down and will not restart. Silver has taken to pinching himself just to make sure this isn’t a Lilia’s cooking induced fever dream, while Lilia himself scolds Tsunotaro that he raised him better than to go around watching people sleep like that! Tsunotaro tries to use the “but I’m a supervillain” excuse, only for Lilia to shoot back “and I’m a war criminal in some nations, what’s your point?”

King is enjoying watching the overgrown lizard get scolded. Now if only the tiny Ruggie would stop asking him what injury the eyepatch is for, and making remarks about how embarrassing it would be if it were totally pointless—King does not pay his adult self so much to put up with this shit. The baby Jack also needs to stop demanding to know if his adult minion self can pull a sled faster than a moose or something...

Jade and Floyd are attempting to wind up the adult Octo Dealer, trying to see how much they can get away with compared with the normal Azul. Octo Dealer is legitimately at a loss as to how this world’s Azul doesn’t keep them in line without letting them turn to a crime or two. Then he learns about Azul’s contract business and feels a pang of commiseration and understanding.

Poison Queen, Royal Flush, and Snake Charmer are unpleasantly shocked when their dorms address them by their respective secret identities in front of their fellow supervillains out of the blue.

Poison Queen has to put up with King’s uncontrolled laughter as he finally understands the full extent of the incident with White Neige so long ago, while Tsunotaro tries to tell him he liked Schoenheit in his role as the evil dragon prince in the GaoGao dramatization. Royal Flush is about two seconds away from throttling Octo Dealer if the bastard doesn’t stop trying to make a deal to guarantee his mother doesn’t learn about her son’s private activities. Snake Charmer’s just glad his civilian identity flies under the radar enough that Charon has to try and look him up to understand who he is (and fails because he’s not on school wifi and his cellular data is bust).

Poison Queen is also getting a headache from Rook rhapsodizing about how his villain form is another, enhanced mode of beauty he is fortunate to lay eyes upon, as if he hadn’t been willing to skewer Poison Queen along with the rest of the supervillains five minutes ago. He’s at least able to amuse himself by letting Epel run away with his speculations about how he’s the buff hyper-masculine muscle for Poison Queen.

Kalim is crying that Jamil had to resort to becoming a villain in his home world! He must be so sad if he has to do that! He’s mildly cheered up when Snake Charmer tells him they work together on schemes, and that Snake Charmer is actually reasonably happy with his chosen vocation—and then he begins panicking that Jamil will like that world so much, he won’t want to come back.

Royal Flush is glad his counterpart at least has good people around to look after him, even if it is odd to have young versions of Trey and Cater trying to mother hen him despite the fact that he’s the older one now. At least Ace and Deuce acting up seems more fitting now considering their age than it ever did on their adult selves.

Ace huffs a sigh and leans on Yuu’s shoulder. “This is a mess, huh Prefect?”

“You said it.” Yuu replies. “I just wanna sleep forever.”

The supervillains go still.

“I’m sorry,” Snake Charmer says carefully. “But isn’t Enma-san the Prefect?”

“No?” Yuuken replies, confused. “Yuu’s the prefect of Ramshackle Dorm. I’m their vice— or would be, if we had any other students apart from them, me, and Grim.”

Octo Dealer laughs, sounding slightly strained. “Ah, apologies, but you see, that isn’t possible. It can’t be. Yuu isn’t—”

“But I am the prefect, Azul-senpai.” Yuu the Prefect says. “I’ve–I’ve always been the prefect.”

There’s a stunned silence.

Royal Flush places his head in his hands. “What the fuck.”

Back in the Supervillain AU universe, Yuu the Reporter sneezes sharply while trying to wrangle five frightened teenagers, one frightened-but-playing-tough twenty year old, and one confused however-old-he-is-but-younger-than-Tsunotaro fae.

They wonder what the chill down their spine is.

[abbynx]

La Squadra Esecuzione during prom Headcanons

So like.... A normal AU of sorts combined with High School AU so yes Genre: Romantic, headcanons, crack-ish, AU Warning: Alcohol consumption, teen drinking

Formaggio: - Goes to prom sporting a white dress shirt, orange bowtie, tanned suspenders, tanned pants and dark brown dress shoes. Also wears a gold watch and a brown fedora with a green lining - He picks you up rather late, but he knows the vibes with people during prom and usually, the time of meeting plan will usually be delayed due to unexpected disasters occuring. - Has a bouquet of cliché ass roses to give to you when you meet. As soon as he lay eyes on you, his mouth would be a crack open, eyes wide. Once you point his out, he tried to recover from this with a clear of his throat, and checks you out. "Damn bro, you look beautiful." His voice would crack if he were to continue to speak. Will forget to give you the flowers, so point this out and he will practically almost shove on your chest and will profusely apologize if he were too rough. - Will hog the buffet. If there's no buffet, he'll be intensely disappointed and the whole prom night will be ruined. But you're by his side, he's happy... Bust still he will be a little hangry >:( - He will photobomb in every picture his gang will take. So if you want a picture perfect picture to be posted on Instagram, there will be a blurry figure of this dude making kissy faces or sticking his tongue out. Join him if you want, it'll make him happy while the others will pissed at you for not getting your date a leash to stop him from messing around. - He'll egg you on to spike the punch with alcohol. If you're not willing to risk your school record, he'll do it himself and will succeed at it. Now watch the chaos unfold as students get unknowingly drunk. - This boy will be busting down the moves on the dance floor. So get your dancing shoes on, and DANCE— - When the slow dance music comes on, he'll smoothly ask you for your hand for (marriage—) a dance. So if he is extremely hyper whilst dancing to pop, hip hop or whatever lovely music the DJ was playing, he is very distinctively different. Very slow, very gentle, very soothing. Just swaying by the music as the night ends. Often times he'll let you take the lead of the dance and hes okay with that. "You know Y/N..." He breathes out, as he lets you take the lead to the waltz. "I could get use to this... Us dancing like this... Inourweddingday—" "What?" "Nothing." He smirks, before letting himself be dipped down and twirled up again. Illuso - Goes to prom wearing a white dress shirt, light grey pinstripe waist coat with a matching light grey pinstripe pants, white gloves, black dress shoes and a purple necktie with a silver tie clip. He ditched the six pigtails in favour for a high ponytail secured with a purple hair tie. - Pretty boy here will be looking extra pretty tonight! No surprise that he brought a mirror with him to touch on his appearance multiple times. You will see him spray his face with those mist sprays to touch up his appearance. - He is fashionably late due to him tending on his appearance, but he makes it up to you by bringing flowers and sweets! Once he lays eyes on you, he plays cool by smirking but omg he is squealing inside. "Good evening, Caro/a. You look ravishing." He kisses the back of your hand, whilst keeping an intense eye contact. Bro, idk how you will stay calm and composed by this— - Will photobomb pictures with Formaggio, except he poses like a model instead of making funny faces. - Will get unknowingly tipsy from the punch and flirt with you and will be extra touchy, slinging his arm around your shoulders when sitting down, and will wrap his arms around your waist. "Caro/a~ you look so damn hot in your dress/suit~" - Refuses to stand up and dance to lively music. Let Formaggio and the others egg him on and with the influence of his tipsy-ness, before he takes offense and dance like there's no tomorrow. So if you're not dancing with him, get your camera's out, Melone has his one out. - Will not stop giving you compliments, so enjoy getting bombarded with it every single time. This behaviour is being influenced by a little drop of alcohol and encouraged by

what he truly feels about you. So enjoy while it lasts. He is extra clingy, and will accompany you everywhere you go. If you manage to slip away from him, he might just cry searching for you. "Caroooo/aaaa where are youuu?" - And amidst the slow dance part, he will indulge and lead. So prepare, bro, he has prepared himself just for this moment. He gives me pompous theatre kid vibes, so expect the dance to be so grand and fairytale like that students would be staring at you two. Prosciutto - Whoooooo bro, if he looks glamorous like he normally does, it will be multiplied tonight in Prom. Like bruh chill, you're attending a high school prom, not your own wedding— So for prom he is dressed to his best, sporting a black dress shirt, navy blue waist coat, a dark navy blue double breasted coat with small, gold vine designs around the cuffs of the sleeves, navy blue pants, yellow necktie with navy blue curly vine detailing and a pair of black dress shoes. His hair is styled the same, because he looks hot with it. - He is very quick at preparation, and so he expects you to be the same. If not, he'll take the time to assist you in preparation whilst sternly lecturing you about the importance of time management. Once finished, he'll press a kiss to your cheeks and compliment how you look. "You're glowing, my love," he whispers to your ear, before standing straight and offering you an elbow. "Shall we?" - Refuses to get up and dance to lively music, because he thinks it's too peasant-like 💅✨ No amount of egging will convince him because he thinks he's too sophisticated for something like that - He snuck his own bottle of alcohol because he doesn't want to drink the punch spiked with cheap alcohol. This boy I swear. - Prosci is extremely classy, a huge gentleman, the type that will take his coat off and lend it to you if you're cold or offer you his handkerchief when you cry or whatever, will pull you a seat, etc etc. - Will only get up to dance when the music has gone slow and the lights are dimmed. He will step out of his seat, serve you a bow and offer you a hand. And with low, velvety baritone voice, he ask, "May I have the honour to dance with you?" - He leads the dance with grace and elegance enough to match with your capable pace. If you don't know how to dance, he'll take it slow and teach you the basic, let get the hang of it. He doesn't really care if you know or not, he just want you in his arms. - This is where most likely where you'd share your first kiss. Dancing the night away, chest to chest and clinging to each other whilst everything around you slowed and faded away, gazing into each others eyes until your sight suddenly darts down to his lips when he got the same feeling you wanted to share something amidst this evening to solidify your relationship with each other and take it to the next level. And so he'll gently lean, press his kiss against yours, and pulling away, only to go for it again. Pesci - Goes to prom wearing a black dress shirt, green bow tie, white coat that he left open, and some regular black shoes. He opted to dress simple unlike his overly grand older brother because of his insecurities getting to him first. - Very nervous. Like, shit bro, his hands were extremely clammy causing Pesci to be scolded by Prosciutto yet again for being nervous for no reason. - He was too damn chicken to ask you out to prom, and is now wallowing in his own misery by drowning himself drinking the funny tasting liquid Prosciutto brought with him, just watching you from afar laughing with your friends. Formaggio and Prosciutto are his biggest wingmen and are actively encouraging him to go get it, but Pesci was too damn shy. "Pesci, Pesci, Pesci," Prosciutto lectures, caressing his brother's face. "You and I both know you're good enough for Y/N. Look at them, they just stand still and miserable whilst their friends left to dance with their own partners. Are you going to allow that?" "Come on, Pesci! You can do it!" Formaggio chimes in. - And so with the egging done, Pesci sucks a

breathe and walks to your table when your friends have gone to dance the night away with their partners. He was a sweaty mess, opting to run away the last minute, when Prosciutto and Formaggio pushed him forward, which automatically got your attention. "Oh hi, Pesci!" He felt his would left his body when your attractive face turned to him with a smile. His chest hammered heavily, drowning his ears out with heavy cacophonous beats of his own heart. - So there you were, just smiling at him, confused to why he approached your table and just stared at you. You noticed the way he trembled, connected two and two together and stood from your seat and offered him your hand. "Would you like to dance with me?" "Y-yes— I would love too!" The two wingmen were disappointed Pesci didn't initiated the suave introduction, but it is what it is. - Be patient with him, he is a nervous wreck and will profusely apologize when he accidentally stepped on your toes, and his palms were constantly sweating and will stop the dance just so he can wipe your hands with his handkerchief, apologizing. - So what you're gonna do is to put your hand atop his shoulders and look him in the eyes. "Pesci, calm down. It's just me. Breathe." And with that, his nerves are a little settled, took a breathe and regained a small bit sense of being calm and let you lead the dance. - After the dance ended, bows were exchanged, you gave him a peck on the cheek. "Let's go out tomorrow, yeah? Let's meet up by the park at five thirty. I'll see you there." You smirked up at him, before escorting him back to his seat. The boy was left speechless, but the red on his face says it all. Once you're out of ear-shot, Prosciutto and Formaggio would cheer for Pesci. Melone - Wear a violet dress shirt, a dark lavender waist coat, an extremely dark shade of purple coat, a magenta cravat, black shoes, and black gloves. I headcanonned him to be wearing a violet rectangular rimmed glasses due to his bad eye sight on his right eye during his younger days, so he's going to prom with his glasses off and with contact lenses on. His hair would be up to a half ponytail fastened by a crystal rose hairpin. - He came to you your house to pick you up, straightening the cravat on his chest, ready to fluster you to no end when he came face to face with you. You're too attractive that he lost his voice for a moment. He was too nervous too check you out and be a perve about it, holy shit why are you so damn beautiful djfnfkdjcjndcjmd - He looks suave, but honestly, he is a wreck. There will be moments wherein the charming veneer he has will collapse with the form of a voice crack or a stammer, but will immediately clear his throat and rephrase what he has to say. "H-hello Y/N uUHm—" his voice cracked, forcing his hand to fly up to his mouth to clear his throat and recover his charming veneer. "Good evening, Y/N. You look divine as always, tesoro~" - Honestly, just the best fucking person to be prom date and boyfriend because he will never bore you at all! Not with his four hundred choice of topic, you are not going to get bored! And besides, who does not want to hear this nerd talk passionately about his interest, interesting facts and whatnot? Don't you dare shut him up, look at that glimmer in his eyes when he's talking, you wouldn't want to ruin that right? - He. Will. Take. Pictures. A lot of it. Not just of the two of you together, but with his friends as well because he holds them dear to his chest. He will manage to get a shot of the two of you together without Formaggio photobombing in the background. So get him to take your picture for your new profile picture in Instagram or something because his photography skills are heavenly! And he doesn't really kind taking pictures of you, in fact, he loves that he gets to have more of your photos! - Will get easily jealous. And by that, enjoy Melone practically clinging to you, tightening his grip around your hand and giving an overly sweet smile towards the person making him jealous. Good luck with that

sweetie 😘 - Yo, due to his extremely overwhelmed reaction of your beauty, he won't stay silent for a minute to compliment you. Like, at all. But he's not charming about it, no, it just subconsciously slips out whenever he's deeply staring at you with sunset eyes and just the most adorable grin ever, whilst his heart within his chest can't stay still. And within this moment, he couldn't help but to press a gentle kiss on your lips because of how deep his desire and trance was. Will apologize frantically once realization struck him that he shouldn't be doing that without your consent and will sputter apologies. So kindly shut him up and return his kiss and that will leave him into a smiling wreck. - As soon as the music changed into a slow pace, the lights dimmed and the mood changed, he nervously looks over you and holds his hand out. "Would you like to dance, tesoro?" He graciously asked with an edge of anxiety in his voice. You simply smiled and put your hand atop his and let him lead you into the dancefloor and let him lead the dance. There's nothing more heavenly than being with you, to be honest. He's in peace but at the same time, panicked because a divine deity such as yourself decided to look more into his perverted character and saw a passionate nerd residing in him. You didn't look at him with revulsion, you laughed with him, and you love him. There's nothing more he could want than feeling your warmth and love. Ghiaccio - He doesn't really like the prom at all, and will bitch just about everything, to the food, the venue, etc like chillax Elsa— so his main complaints is that he sees this as a waste of time and money, as apparently this is just any other time in school, just in the middle of the night, dressed in formal attires. And for that thing in mind, he thought that getting a date was useless. Pfft, as if he can resist you—He wasn't going to attend this dumb event when he heard some boys wanting to ask a certain h/c friend of his into a date as a prank. So Ghiaccio squared the fuck up, and asked you out in a date, rather straightforward and blunt about it, so go and accept! - Sis be unrecognisable omg, you'd have to hear him scream about etymology before recognising this nerd lmao So he's out to go to prom wearing a light blue dress shirt with the sleeves rolled to his elbows, white and blue gingham patterned waist coat, red bow tie and black shoes. His hair is out of its curls, slicked back and he's wearing contact lenses and ditched his glasses. - Very confused as to why he attended for your sake, but went through with it because he can't stand seeing his friend experience that kind of pain. I mean, he can just tell you not to accept their offer, but he insists! "I'm not asking you out on a prom date because I wants to! I just doesn't want to those cazzos to take advantage of you!" He persists to insist with his furiously red, discoloured face. - Boi, stop teasing him before he turns completely red, voice at the its highest peak, and mad at you, because with your attractive looks alone he already can't control the colour of his face. If you stop, however, that doesn't mean La Squadra won't stop teasing him about it. So do him a favour, scold the others and give Ghia a break. - Warms up at the idea of prom because he realised how his friends and classmates enjoyed this... Especially you. The way you would just sit, listen to the music whilst eating, watching other students just vibe? Well admittedly he isn't warming up to it because his peers are enjoying it... But it's because the way you smile watching others enjoy this event. He is a massive tsundere but a romantic sap at heart, please help this boy— - So dancing... What you expected him to know how to dance? PFFT— NO, OVER HIS DEAD BODY— anddddddd somehow he found himself in the middle of the dancefloor, aggressively flailing his limbs around after Formaggio and Illuso called him incapable of doing so. - At the end of the night, once slow dancing was in session, he is a bit of hesitant to dance with you, as you saw him

dance earlier. He just does not know how to and other than that, he freezes up when he is within close proximity with you. But dang it Y/N, why do you look so damn envious watching your classmates dance? So Ghiaccio sucks it up, sighs and stood from his seat. "Wanna dance?" He grumbled. Oh bich, you better accept because he's only doing this once! - So he tried his best to ease up, lead the dance and just tries not to make a mistake. He's generally having a good time despite being so stiff and with his brows knitted together, I assure you he is enjoying! It's just his default appearance and he is really intensely focused on not stepping on your toes. Like the prom, he warms up to dancing because seeing you smile just makes him smile too. This would be the moment wherein he'd find beauty within your eyes in which he never looked upon before. He was always so drawn to your eyes just staring off into space, but never has he seen them up close... And they were certainly more prettier now that he is up close. Risotto - Like Ghiaccio, he doesn't see the point in going to these events. I mean, there's socializing but don't students do that every day already? He wasn't going to attend prom, seeing that he really doesn't know what to do in these events... Until you asked him out to go, so wyoom— fuck that, he's going! - Having the lack of knowledge about prom and being so indecisive regarding what he can wear, mix that with his desperation to impress you— he asks the only fashion Diva he knows of, Prosciutto over for advice or better yet, pick at the clothes in his closet for Risotto to wear. - He ended up going to prom wearing a black double waist coat and pants with silver pinstripes, red dress shirt, black and white stripped necktie, silver chains connected to his coat and pocket watch, and also black shoes. He let his hair down, combed down and parted to the side. - Mostly silent during prom, just watching other people vibe whilst drinking from the alcohol Prosciutto snuck in. He's not really comfortable participating into the party, he's more into watching them just vibe but he would appreciate it if you'd stay by his side not because he looks lonely, but you just genuinely want to stay with him and/or you're uncomfortable mingling with the crowd as well. - Will have his finger entwined with you the whole evening, complimenting you and your choice of clothing for the night. He just appreciates your company and secretly hopes to himself that you wouldn't ditch him for being so boring since he doesn't really what to do in these sorts of situations other than being a wallflower. It was selfish of him, but he knows you love him~ "Promise you wouldn't leave me?" Risotto whispers, his thumb stroking your hand for reassurance. "What? No!" - Will get easily jealous because he feels so damn self-conscious that he really doesn't know what to do in events like this! And by that, enjoy Risotto practically clinging to you, tightening his grip around your hand and giving a look towards the person making him jealous. Good luck with that sweetie 😘 - The only moment wherein he'd be getting near the crowd to mingle would be with you... He wanted you to experience something from him this night and so he decided to dance with you at the end of the night. And so when the mood was set in for a slow dance, he timidly hold his hand out for you to take, with his intense gaze boring to yours, he asks of you, "May I have the honour to dance with you?" - He'd have the biggest, most fucking loving smile when you accept as he gently takes your hand and lead you to the dance floor. There is, admittedly, a problem with the height difference but fuck that, you just wanted to dance. He just wants you to know that he's very appreciative of his nature to be unsociable and despite that, you stuck around with him instead of abandoning him to bond with your other sociable peers, and that he's the luckiest boy alive to be having such an understanding, such kind and thoughtful s/o. "Thank you... Very much, Y/N." Gelato and

Sorbet - Gelato would be dressed with a black turtle neck, dark grey coat, dark grey pants and shoes, with a silver chain hanging around his neck. His hair at its usual style. - Whilst Sorbet attended prom dressed in a white dress shirt with the sleeves folded to his elbows, brown waist coat with light brown pinstripes, with matching brown pants with the same pinstripe pattern, dark brown necktie and brown shoes. - Will lounge around like Risotto, and just vibe with the music, ya know? If you're up for some dancing with the three of them, hell ye sure, because there's nothing more enjoyable than spending with each others side! - If ever you decided not to drink, watch over Gelato with Sorbet because that boy will drink and his tolerance is whack. So not only are you on guarding duty with Gelato, but as well as the rest of La Squadra. So please, don't drink, Sorbet would very much appreciate for someone to be as sober as he is to deal with your drunken friends. "Gelato, please put the bottle down and get off the table—" Sorbet tries to lecture, whilst the aforementioned person tips over at rhe slightest with a bottle of alcohol at hand. "Y/N could tou help me over here?!" - Both of them are very chatty, surprisingly knows a lot of juicy gossips about teachers and classmates alike but they clarify that you should not repeat what you hear. So either you're out there dancing, or gossiping about everyone in school as you sat by your table. "Did you know Regina is cheating on Aaron?" Gelato whispers lowly meant for only your and Sorbet's ear. "Omg, really?" You whispered back. "I knew there was something up." Sorbet adds. - Three person waltz anyone? Hell yes. So all you need is precise movements and grace, but that's already taken care of since you three practiced in advance for this! It doesn't really matter if it were to be performed well, y'all just wanted a good time at each others company and that's that. - At the end of the night, Gelato's passed out from alcohol like the rest of La Squadra except of Pesci, you and Sorbet. So good luck loading your drunken friends into the vehicle. ~ Bonus ~ Prom King: Illuso Best dressed: Prosciutto Best dancer: Formaggio

[anyotherwriter]

Skipping Town (Preview)

Masterlist

 It’s a Daryl Dixon AU and I’m CRYING okay. 

The plan is to bust this puppy out and finish around new years which implies I’ll have to post like 2 chapters a week? I hate myself. Big shout out to @wickedscorpio22 for talking me into not just any Daryl AU, but a Daryl Christmastime AU. You da best.

It’s also a *working title* because I don’t know what to name it????

Okay love you bye.

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"The conviction of Merle Dixon comes as no surprise to those of us that have been around him since he was stealing from the local gas station at the age of twelve and setting small fires down by the pond. Locals have expressed their relief at him being off the streets of our small town, hoping he won't be back to disrupt the peace for a long time - if ever."

Your dad sat at the dining room table, reading this morning's newspaper out loud. He normally only bothered reading the things that were considered big news to you and your mom as you ate breakfast. Though, he also considered the results of the town's voting on names for the resident ducks "big news". 

Merle’s conviction really wasn't a surprise. He'd been raising hell for a long time; stealing, dealing, and harassing were amongst his favorites. He was loud, vulgar, and someone that made you want to cross the street to avoid him, even if you risked getting hit by a car. You weren't a stranger to his ways, either. You worked a register at the local grocery mart a few evenings a week and were met with his disgusting sentiments and bad breath far too many times. The last time you'd seen him, he was drunk and stumbling through one of the five aisles the store had, roughly handling a box of cocoa puffs and a five pack of lighters. He was alone and quiet and his uncertainty on his feet almost made you want to help. Almost. Until he went to check out and opened his mouth. He invited you to go home with him to "get busy". You remembered saying no to at least twelve times in the two minutes it took for him to pay- not accounting for the other thirty million times you'd told him no in the last fourteen years. 

"Can't say I'm surprised." Your mom rolled her eyes as she buttered her toast. "That whole family has been nothing but trouble!"

"Journalism now is shit." Your dad mumbled as he shuffled through the next few pages and ignored your mom. He didn't usually want a discussion about current events, just to make sure everyone knew what he knew. But your mom would typically go off on a rant of her own anyway. 

"I don't think I can remember a time when I had a good experience with one of them." She sneered into her eggs. "Maybe things will quiet down with them all gone."

 Your dad was now gently tearing out a Snoopy cartoon, still ignoring her, as you rolled your eyes. 

"Lori seems a bit biased." You offered to your mom, knowing she wouldn't stop unless someone took the bait. "It's an attack piece."

"Aren't we all biased?" She asked. "The way Merle would stumble through town reminded me often of his daddy, and we all knew he was not a good person. He raised more hell than anyone. Beat them boys, too."

"Linda." Your dad warned, now turning his attention back to his plate. 

"People always tried to help them! Never took no offers. Them boys were too far gone once the younger one dropped out of school." She shook her head and waved her fork around. "Haven't you noticed everything has been so quiet now that they're all gone?"

Everyone had noticed. You didn't hear the sheriff's siren going off every other night anymore, you didn't feel anxious walking into work in the evenings, or likewise back to your car. Griff down at the gas station seemed to be breathing for the first time in decades. The night Merle was arrested was the night the town slept it's hardest and woke up late. 

"God rest their souls, though." Your mom mumbled, finally giving up, and going back to her eggs. The irony of talking so bad about the family and then wishing them well didn't pass you by. 

You couldn't recall ever meeting the Dixon parents. You'd never seen them come to pick up their boys at school or around town. You were sure as a child that you were steered clear of them. As you got older, you heard the rumors (and the truths) of their dad and knew you wouldn't want to meet him anyway. You didn't wish good on their daddy's soul, that's for sure. You actually hoped Merle had a rough time in jail. You never knew much about their mom in general- no one seemed to. 

But you surely knew a lot about Daryl before he left town. 

It was hard to bite your tongue when your mom ostracized the whole family, when Daryl's only crimes were hidden in the shadow of Merle until he picked up and ran one night without warning. There wasn't a single soul that thought it was odd. The Dixon's were known for erratic behaviors and Daryl running away was the talk of the town for about three minutes, sealed with a "Good Riddance!" and never spoken about again. No one had cared that he was gone, where he possibly went, if he was okay… You, however, wanted to keep talking about him. At one point, you almost took your dad's car and only your learner's permit to drive across every town in a fifty mile radius to find him. But you decided against it, deciding that the torch you carried for him meant nothing to Daryl, considering he didn't even bother to say goodbye to you. Which, now so many years later, you don't know why you had expected him to say anything to you. 

You annoyed him, pushed him, tried too hard. All the things Daryl chastised you for when he'd gotten fed up with you caring. He'd yelled at you to leave him the hell alone only six months prior to him disappearing. Your brother, Rick, was constantly peeling his best friend, Shane, out of fights with the Dixon's, mostly Daryl because he was smaller. Everything about you at the time only brought more problems to Daryl's feet, even if they didn't seem like problems to you.

He hadn't come up in a long time, long enough that the thought of him made your chest tighten. Remembering Daryl the way you knew him back in high school was becoming harder and harder. His hair was short, his clothes dirty and baggy… but that's all you could picture anymore. The memories had taken quite the beating over the years and you had nothing to refresh your memory other than a middle school yearbook that was too dated to reflect your fading mind. You could remember the times you'd offered him parts of your lunch, or the time you'd slapped Shane square across the face for nearly breaking Daryl's nose in a fight in the alcove under the stairs at school. He rarely spoke, didn't smile… most of your memories of him are filled with sadness or anger or both. But in all the years you did have with Daryl growing up, you still tried to be his friend. Merle had made fun of you, Rick would yell at you, and other kids just thought your effort was odd. But you felt Daryl was worth it.

The question that always bugged you was where he ended up. You figured that maybe he’d come back into town for holidays and special occasions or just to visit. But Daryl hadn’t stepped foot in town since he left, not even for his old man’s funeral. Did he have a family now? A dog? Was he happy? 

And as you excused yourself from the heated discussion your parents began to have over a few particular extended relatives of yours that you couldn’t avoid at the upcoming gathering, you sure hoped Daryl was happy. He got out of town, away from the toxic small town cliques, busy-bodies, and gossip. Something you had been trying to do for years. A dream you almost had, only days away from being a reality, and then this town did what it always does. 

It sucked you right back in.

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Feedback is always welcome! I also only post my junk here. 

[queenoftheworldisdead]

Home coming 4

Summery: Slow burn. You are forced to move back to your home town due to the pandemic.  When your high school tormentors return to remind you why you never  wanted to come back. This gets darker as it goes. I’m not a good writer folks sorry.

Warning: forced oral.

Dark Steve x Black Reader, Cop AU

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5

You watched antsy as the text bubble animated then disappeared. The pause between Steve's text was strangely long. Making you wonder what could have stopped the normally persistent Steve. Not willing to wait in the car any longer you headed inside.

When you unlock the door of course Uncle Nick was on the couch very much annoyed. "You need to ask if your gonna borrow my truck."

"Sorry I went to the bank" it was a lie, but you knew he would never bug you about something like that.

"What happened to your face?" He shot up rushing over, fuming. "It was that fucking Steve wasn't it!" He examined your face, you pulled away when he tried to cup it.

Shit

You forgot to cover your face backup. "Unc... it wasn't Steve. I fell, tripped on something getting out of the truck. Damn thing is so high up off the ground."

By the look in his eye he wasn't buying it. You moved and pushed past him, you could her him cursing under his breath.

When you got to your old room you close the door. Leaning against it you took a deep breath.

*Buzz Buzz

Ripping the strap from your arms you throw it across the room. Your hearts pace quickened, the thought of that squad car from earlier containing Steve. What he might do if he knew what you were planning.

Pushing off the door you run to your closet. Tossing things around, looking through unopened boxes for your duffel. Your hands tremble as you search. When you hear the faint buzz again and curse.

You had to go to it. Turning around you stare at the purse again. Swallowing thickly as you approached it.

Unzipping the bag, you dip your hand inside, pulling it out. The screen lit up with his name.

MSG Steve: Come outside

Your heart felt like a hammer. The short text not giving any hint to what you would be walking into if you walked out that door. Texting him back you tell him to give you a minute.

Had he seen you?

Blinking away tears you try and collect yourself.

You wanted to avoid another confrontation from your Uncle so you decided to go out the back. Slipping out the room you close the door quietly. Walking with bare feet and shoes in hand gingerly on the old floor.

You peer past the archway to see him laser focused on the screen. Still on tip toes you walk into the kitchen and through the back door.

The yard was over grown, Nick's old car rusting and in pieces in the back. You put your shoes on and walked around the house.

When you saw the cop car your mind reeled. Was he going to arrest you for steeling? He knew you stole those tools. It was him.

Through the squad car window's the tent was so thick that Steve's features were barely eliminated by his cell phone. You wanted to run back to the house, board up the doors and hide, but you knew you couldn't.

Each step you took toward the car seemed heavier and heavier like a weight was drawing you down. When you finally approached it he looked away from his phone and up at you with a smirk.

He opened his door and towered over you. "Sorry have to go to work later, so I hope you like a man in uniform" he joked. His eyes burned on you. Twitching a bit when he finally noticed the damage.

Lacing his fingers with yours he said nothing as he led you to the other side of the squad car. He boxed around you on the car when you reached the passenger door giving you another once over. The last time he saw you like this you had fucked up and trusted the wrong person. He sucked in air before letting out a long sigh. You flinched when he lowered his hand down and opened the door. Still silent he watched you slid inside.

Your stomach sat in knots while he drove you. He kept his hands on the wheel. The controls and laptop on the dash made the cop car feel like an alien space ship to you. He kept his work radio low, the back and forth chit chat filling the quiet spaces.

Steve's presence was so overbearing even with him not touching you. You couldn't remember a time being in a car alone with him like this and he hadn't tried touching you in one way or another.

*Ring Ring

Steve shifted in his seat, pulling out his phone. Splitting his attention between the road and the screen. He didn’t answer it. You glanced over quickly to see him silence the phone and tuck it away.

Your head tilted toward the window as the trip trekked on. The scenery slowly changing as you passed. The little town of Yielding looked like it was just waking up. The traffic just starting to get busy.

"It's just me and you today." When he spoke it was even. Still no hint of what his mood could be.

When he turned to go the opposite way from the direction of his house, you got more worried.

"Um... Steve where are we going?" You somehow found the courage to ask just above a whisper. Your nails picking at the seat as you waited for a reply.

"It's a surprise" he said coolly.

It wasn't until he turned down a residential street that you realized where you were. The row of houses flooding you with memories. He had taken you to his parents house.

Slowing to a crawl he parked in the driveway. Steve got out of the car and you watched as he walked over to your door. Opening it he held out his hand for you to take. His hand was so warm when you took it, but that didn't stop your skin from prickling.

Hand in hand he walked up the cracked walk way, halting only to unlock the front door.

Following behind him, you noticed just as at your uncle's house how everything looked frozen in time.

"Mom you in here?"

You looked at him puzzled. He lied.

Dishes clanked from the kitchen. "Just a minute" his mother called out. When she walked out it looked like she had aged a bit since you last saw her. Her once platinum blonde hair now mixed with grey.

"Hey Ma look what the cat dragged in."

his arm wrapped around your shoulder bringing you into a side hug. The move made you stiffen and shift from his side uncomfortably.

*Ring Ring

"Oh my goodness!" She opened up her arms to you, embracing you. "Steve told me you were back in town." Apprehensively you rose your arms to hug her. In you peripheral going in his pocket likely silencing his phone again.

She pulled back and frowned at Steve, you crossed your arms and picked at your sleeve. "You should've told me you were swinging by."

"Are you hungry Sweetie? I have some coffee brewing and I can whip you up something."

"No thank you Mrs.Rogers." Stepping back from you turned to address her son. You looked away as they talked.

Above the old TV a family picture hung on the wall. The sight of his smiling father opened a boxed memory.

You were never a favorite guest when the patriarch was around. Your 'study sessions' at the Rogers home diminished greatly after one faithful night.

Steve's father busted through the bedroom door, to find you two entwined. It was the first time you saw fear on him. He was whiter than the sheets you two laid upon.

He yelled for his wife as you redressed quickly. Mr.Rogers dragged Steve to the living room. Even though Steve surely could take the older man he coward on the floor in a ball.

The one time in your life you watched the great Captain brought to his knees. It was as if he had turned back into that scrawny boy from Mrs. Peppers class. His mother and you watched on as the older man beat his son. You wished at that moment for it not to stop.

She gripped your shoulders, her nails dug into you. "They were just studying?" She had shouted at him over and over again.

You didn't care that the old man cursed you for being a 'nigger'. Bringing trash in the house as he called it. The cacophony of blows that rained down on Steve filled you with joy and you tried to hard press down the smile on your lips. Even when Steve's tearful eyes found you, you could not hide your delight.

"I'll be right back Ma." He told her before capturing your hand again. She nodded and waved you off with a smile as Steve led you.

Walking through the house until he landed at his childhood door. You accidentally squeezed his hand because of your anxiety. When he felt it he brought your hand to his lips and kissed it, trying to comfort you. Instead it gave the opposite affect.

Urging you to go inside once it opened. You went in alone.

"You stay put I need to talk to her for a minute."

He closed the door behind you and you listened to his foot falls disappear. You hear his phone going off again as he moved further away. Steve uniform making his presence heavy as he moved down the hall. You scanned the familiar surroundings. crossing your arms again you pick at your sleeve, even with him not in the room it was hard to escape the feel of him. There was never enough distance you could make.

Trophies mounted on the wall next to ribbons of all his athletic achievements, movie posters, his twin bed pressed against the wall. All a time capsule.

You heard music turn come on from somewhere in the house. A thing she always did to give you both privacy. The classic tunes making your stomach knot tighter. Steve opened the door to find you unmoved. He closed the door behind himself.

"Do you know why I started dating Peggy?" He paused, his back pressed to the door. You couldn't face him. Walking around to face you he lifted your head with one finger, you were already crying.

"To find ways to make you fall for me, for you to love me." He looked at you so endearingly wiping a tear away with his other hand. You hiss when his thumb dragged across your bruised cheek.

*Ring Ring

The phone broke his train of thought. You could feel his agitation grow. Steve sighed dropping his hand, the vein on the side of his head started to become more prominent. He didn’t silence it, just letting it ring out before he started again.

"Bucky...I didn't tell him to do that." 

You didn't believe him. "I'm sorry I didn't think he would lash out on you. I’ll talk to him..." When his hand rested at the hip of his holstered gun your trembling intensified. 

“Get in position.” His request was soft, but it still made you break down harder.

There was no point in begging. Sobbing, you step back and get in the middle of the room.

"No...not like that...get on the bed. I need to show you how sorry I am."

"Pleas Steve there is nothing to apologize for." You assured him. It was a rare occasion when Steve wanted to 'apologize', and you never looked forward to the endeavor.

His face turned cold. His lips a hard line. It felt as if Steve had sucked the air out of the room. You felt the wetness from your cheek travel down your neck, sniffing repeatedly. You walked backwards, wiping away tears until you bumped into the mattress.

The bed dipped and squeaked as you lowered yourself on to it. Scooting back enough until your knees hung over the bed and your feet on the frame. Your legs splayed on the bed, then laying your back flat on the mattress. Steve only stood and watched, his dark uniform made him much more menacing.

He was unmoved by the puffiness of your face and red teary eyes.

You kept your clothes on, he preferred it that way. Steve felt like you shouldn't have to lift a finger when he needed to atone.

"Steve.." You spoke out softly. "It's not your fault..please"  you sniffed. Steve walked over to the bed, his badge twinkled as he approached.

Hiccups started the instant his hand fell on your jeans. Closing your eyes tears fell from each side, the salty water getting into your ear. The sound of his clothes crinkled as he half bent over you. The bedding wrinkled in your hands as you gripped it.

Steve’s palms pressed into your belly as he unfasten your pants. His fingers felt as if they burned your skin as Steve hooked his hands on the waist. Pealing them down slow,  taking your panties with them, making sure that your entire lower half was bear for him.

"I need to show you..." Steve's voice went low and you locked your ankles. "How sorry I am for not being there to stop him." Steve lowered and knelt on his knees.

"I forgive you please" your eyes shoot open when he palms both your knees. You tried to keep your focus anywhere, but him.

Steve's hands moved your knees apart, your ankles unlaced with ease. You tried to control your breathing, the hiccups fell with every exhale. All you could do was stare at the blurry ceiling. Steve's weight pressed into your thigh when he came face to face with your sex.

Steve’s arms wrapped around from the back of your legs. Locking you in place, his hair tickled your thigh the closer he got to your mound.

"Forgive me." He softly pleaded with you. Pecking down your inner thigh each time. Your legs tense hard at the contact.

"Stop I forgive you please stop" your shaky voice was so small when you felt his breath on your skin. You felt his lips part, taking your folds into his mouth and then pulling off slow to release.

“Mmm...”

"I'm sorry" Steve spoke softly before he began again. You felt every word as he talked into your lips. Every syllable driving sensual a moan from you. Steve's teeth grazed your folds until he moved to play with your clit, taking it between his teeth.

"Please..." His tongue plunged deep, curling and swirling.  Steve's nose grazed your clit as he swirled around, the touch electrifying you.

"Show me you forgive me.." He begged.

You fought the urge to grab his head and press him further when he sucked you in.

You knew exactly what he meant by that. He was forcing a need onto you. If you broke, then to him he was won.

"Forgive me...." He pleaded before flattening his tongue on your mound, making your back arch and spasm. Through it all his phone rang again and yet again unanswered.

Even though you cried, even though your eyes burned, you came for him. Steve devoured you, lapping up your wetness.

"Captain please I forgive" you panted, he wasn't finished. Steve wanted you to cum over and over again until it hurt.

There was no way to fight the desire for him like this and he knew it. Steve unwrapped his arms and moved his hands behind your knees. They bent as he slowly rose them up, folding you as he continued to apologize. Deepening his kiss, fucking your pussy with his tongue, your mewls louder than the last.

Your thighs tried to squeeze Steve's head, but he forced you to stay in place. Gritting your teeth hard you moan and cum on his face again. Each orgasm filled with tears.

"I-I...I need you...I love you, Captain I-I love you, I forgive you!" You were delirious as you come a third time or a fourth you weren’t sure. You wanted to say anything to make Steve stop.

When he finally released your legs they were a shaky mess. He rose from your mound, his face wet with your juices. You could feel his eyes as you laid there, a crumbled mess on the bed.

Before leaving his mother asked you two to stay for lunch. Steve declined. He needed to start his shift soon. She hugged you both goodbye and you felt numb.

When he dropped you home it was close to noon. Steve kissed your cheek and apologized about needing to go into work. Promising that he would text you as soon as he could and you shuddered.

Reminding you of the times you had to wait for him while he was at practice. Forcing you to lay down in the back seat of his car until practice was over.

Sliding out of the door your thighs felt sore. He offered to walk you up, but you managed to dissuade his help. Steve waited in the driveway for you to enter. A wave of relief washed over you when you saw that your uncle wasn't in his usual spot.

His truck was still here so you were sure he was just sleeping in his room. So while he slept you packed.

Chapter 5>>>>>

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[angelisverba]

come out, come out wherever you are

in which y/n agrees to do something really stupid, and harry is a bit of a shit

word count: 5k

pairing: vampire!h and y/n (different au from my other vamp!h fics, though)

warnings: drug use, mentions of drinking and alcohol, mentions of blood (duh, he’s a vampire). 

author’s note: okay so i know that i put vampire!h in the pairing, but this h is a wierd succubus x demon x vampire mix where he can feed off the emotions he wants to?? i’ll explain it in the story. enjoy your reading :)

She shouldn’t have agreed to play hide and seek in a cornfield.

At night.

During a full moon. 

On Halloween.

Y/n’s logic always disappeared when she was… under the influence. Whether that be with alcohol or other sorts of… fun substances. That was not to say that she was an alcoholic, or a drug addict, she just… hated to be a party popper. When her roommate invited her to college parties, she didn’t say no to the red solo cup because she knew that some way or another, she would end up giving in by the end of the night. Or when it was just her and her closest friends passing around  a freshly rolled joint, she didn’t say no because she didn’t want to be the odd one out.

Plus, it didn’t hurt that she enjoyed it… most of the time. 

This? This was not one of those times.

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Josephine, her roommate, had barged into her room with a smile over her lips as the brightness of her phone lit up her face from the bottom up, casting spooky shadows since y/n’s room was dark and she was falling asleep. 

“Y/n, look!” She said, turning the phone so beams that felt like they came from hell illuminated y/n’s pinched face, marks from her pillow decorating the place above her lip. She mumbled something, and Josephine kept speaking, “Travis just sent me an invitation to one of the frat’s Halloween parties! Come with me, it’s gonna be so much fun!”

And to get her to leave her room, she agreed. She must have, because the next morning as she was getting ready for her 10 a.m. literature class, she was bombarded with a series of costume ideas and questions about what was considered cheesy or overdone. Josephine had made it clear that it was okay that they didn’t match, especially because of their differences in clothing choices. Jo was more risqué, and y/n liked to dress in what she felt comfortable in. 

It didn’t take her a long time to figure out what she was going to go as for Halloween. That same morning, just before she walked into class, y/n stopped to stare at a framed art print in the hallway. 

La Belle Dame sans Merci by John Keats was a poem that she knew by heart, and the painting was one that she could get lost in for hours. Stopping to stare at it before walking into class was not an unusual occurrence for her, but that time an idea came to her, almost like it was written in the long locks of her red hair. 

Y/n would go as a Victorian princess. The dresses had always fascinated her, with the intricate lace details and elegant rippled of muslin fabric that flounced in a puff around the hips of Countess, or trailed behind the average cottage girl as she frolicked in fields full of daisies. She could picture it in her mind, and it made her giddy to know that there was a possibility she could look as pretty as one of the poet’s muses. She spent the entirety of the class switching from writing notes to browsing the five pages worth of gowns on Amazon, looking for something pretty yet within her price range. 

By the end of the period she’d had what she wanted in her cart. A baby-blue wisp of a dress with intricate lace detailing at the neckline that curved like the top-hald of a heart to cup her breasts. The sleeves bunched around her arms mid-bicep, and scrunched again around her wrists, the transparent fabric looking as if her arms were wrapped in the sky. Built in ribbing created a corset that added an extra curve to her waist to make way for the heaps of fabric that exploded from her hips and cascaded down to the floor like the foaming spray of a waterfall. 

It fit like a dream. When it arrived a few days before the party she dropped everything she was doing to try it on. The moment Josephine patted her shoulder to tell her that she was finished zipping up the back, y/n twirled around in the limited space of their dorm room to see herself in the narrow mirror at the end of her bed. 

Every penny she had spent on it was worth it. Sure, it was snug around the bust and refrained her lungs from expanding the extra millimeter they needed, but it made her feel… nice. Pretty. She liked the way it cinched her waist, how her wrists looked dainty covered in the lacy ends of the sleeves, and the way her breasts looked… accentuated by the frilly detail. 

Jo had squealed once she had a full look at her friend, and wouldn’t stop talking about how good they were going to look walking in together. She was going as Cat-Woman, complete with the latex suit, boots, mask, and all. She looked every bit as fantastic as y/n, only on opposite ends of the Halloween costume spectrum. 

Building up to the day of the party, the pair talked make-up and hair details, both of which Josephine would be taking care of because she was better at them. At one point, y/n thinks she even dreamt about making a grand-entrance, boys and girls gawking at how amazing she looked, and the most handsome guy stepping forth to profess his undying love for her. 

Which wasn't really how it went the night of, but she attained the same satisfaction. 

The party was located a little ways away from the city, at a plantation-style frat house in-front of a huge cornfield. Carved pumpkins with candles illuminating them from the inside out lined the pathway up to the front-doors, the trees nearby created crunchy pathways of orange and yellow leaves, and the moon was out; yawning tiredly, but glowing an eerie yellow color over the scene. 

It looked like the opening scene of a horror film. 

Y/n did receive a lot of stares, though. Most of them were from guys whose beady little eyes pointed straight to her chest, and the ones she got from girls were on the nastier side of envy. She could tell. But, oddly enough, she liked the attention. 

Josephine y/n’s hand and led her through the mass of costumed-bodies. There was a variety of ‘sexy’ professions (the usual: nurses, cops, cowgirls, and school girls) and those that come from fandoms (Hogwarts’s students, Eleven from Stranger Things, Mia Wallace from Pulp Fiction, multiple heroes from the Avengers) or those that came for shits and giggles (T-rex blow-up costumes with tiny hands, Joe Exotic, sumo-wrestlers, those things that sway outside car-dealerships, and even a Trojan condom packet). There was a lot to see, and honestly, it was beginning to overwhelm y/n.

Not only was it slightly disorienting to see everyone disguised, the interior itself was something to look at. Chandeliers and velvet sofas, gold lamps and fancy carpets and curtains. The epitome of privilege. She felt trampled, every once a while there was a tug on the ends of her dress. 

“How about a shot to start off the night, y/n?” Josephine asked her, hooking a latex coated arm around hers. The music was a rumble on the backs of their heads, shaking them through and through as some nameless rapper sang of drugs, sex, and money. What it always came down to. 

She agreed, and took the plastic shot cup. On normal nights, she would’ve usually required some type of coaxing, but not then. Y/n was almost looking for the hangover the next morning. She wanted fun. 

Three shots later and her fingers were dragging in front of her face. Her knees were wobbly and cheeks tinged with spirits. Everything was funny and if you asked her what two plus two was she’d tell you five. There was a new swagger in her step, and some might say that was the influenced hand-eye coordination, but to her it was newfound confidence. She felt good, she looked good, and she was having a damn good time. Laughing, making the best conversation she’d ever made, and when Jo suggested they go dance, she danced the best she’d ever had.

And sure, she was drunk out of her mind. A light weight. Everything was under a glamourized rose filter. It only made sense that the crowd parted like the Red Sea at God’s feet. 

Y/n’s lungs stopped working the moment her eyes locked with his. 

He was her counterpart. Literally. 

Dressed in a navy blue Victorian prince’s suit decked in gold trim and gold medals pinned to the breast. The tan pants that hugged his muscular thighs like they were made just for him, and his hair was slicked back. Jaw a sharp, smug line that worked as he popped a piece of pink bubblegum between his molars. A gleam of appreciation sparking in the forest of his eyes as they raked a path on her figure.  

It was like the work around them stopped, put on pause by some higher power so they could relish the moment of their discovery. What was that shit called? Divine Intervention? The millisecond before and after and between the time Eve’s teeth sunk into the taught skin of that forbidden red apple, and the snake’s tongue slithered out to see her. He was a stranger to y/n, but it seemed as if the feeling he stirred deep in the core of her being was one she’d always known, one from a past life. Besides her, Jo stopped doing whatever lucrative dance she was doing to see what had caught her friend’s attention. Y/n stood, tongue dry, feet glued to the ground as the handsome stranger approached her, a clear path in front of him. 

Then, he takes one step  forward and whatever conversation he had been involved with before was no longer of importance. Besides her, Jo stopped doing whatever lucrative dance she was doing to see what had caught her friend’s attention. Y/n stood, tongue dry, feet glued to the ground as the handsome stranger approached her, a clear path in front of him. 

“Oh,” Jo huffed in her ear, “he’s hot.”

“I-Is he?...” Y/n’s question died on her tongue.

“Coming right for you, girl. Good luck,” Jo pressed a kiss to her cheek and disappeared in the crowd. 

The stranger stops closer than she would have thought him to; a finger away from her nose, and when he spoke, she could feel the vibrations of his speech through her breasts where they nearly grazed his chest. 

“I don’t believe we’ve ever met before... princess?” His voice is deep, raspy and filled with grooves like the bark on a tree. He mocks a bow (given their costumes) and their nose touch before he straightens again. Up close, y/n can see the flecks of gold in his eyes, and she hopes her mouth doesn’t stink (it probably does, given the alcohol she’d had). A chilled palm grips her bicep, and the fabric of her sleeve sinks under his touch, “Would you like to get off this shitty dance floor and speak somewhere else?” He asks her. 

Her heart is pounding and she wonders if he can hear it because she certainly can, rushing in a taunting, roaring stream past her eardrums. Y/n nodded her agreement; yes, she did want to speak with him. A thrum of warmth comes from where he holds her, and he tugs her so that she’s standing in front of him, her back touching his chest as he pushes her through the crowd. 

Her fingers shake as she lifts the fabric of her dress to avoid tripping, and her saliva goes thick. Not because of what might happen, but because the man who ripped her bicep tenderly, like she was made of the most fragile china, was the most good-looking man she had ever seen. Her mind ran images of things to compare him to, and almost all of them were of the Greek statues put up in museums for all to admire. 

He leads her past the crowd and the kitchen where everyone was making drinks, past the wrap around stairs on the inside of the house, and even past the calmer sitting areas where couples were making out or groups of friends passed a smoking joint. He leads her right through the open back doors of the house so they faced the seemingly endless cornfield and the barn that was a speck behind it. The deck was less populated than the couches where kids smoked weed, but y/n guessed that it wasn’t to his liking because instead of turning off to the side so they could have a much less strained… conversation, he continued to walk- this time standing beside her instead of behind her. 

Grass crunched under their feet as they got closer to the stalks of corn. Confused, y/n spared a glance to what she was leaving, and then to him. He stared straight ahead, but she caught his eyes flickering in her direction, and a smirk quirking cockily on his lips before they returned to the yawning face of the moon. 

There was a short wooden fence separating the house from the cornfield that reached her hip, and he stopped there. 

“Finally,” he sighed, “Some peace and quiet.” He makes a gesture to the fence, and pops his gum. 

Dizzied, the tequila still in her head, she watches his tongue gather the gum back into his mouth, his lips shining with his own spit. Y/n doesn’t register that the movement towards the fence was his way of telling her to take a seat on the wooden bars. 

“C’mere,” he murmured. Placing his hands on her waist, he lifted her up so she could sit on the wooden fence, and her hands went to his wrists instinctively, trying to keep herself steady. 

Suddenly out of breath, her eyes shot straight up to his. There’s no way he can’t hear my heart right now, she thinks. He’s so close to her, his breath on her face. He smelled like pink bubblegum, cologne, and a liquor much more sophisticated than what she had to drink. His eyes held the same spell that she felt she was under. 

“What’s your name?” He asked, his hands still on her waist. He didn’t look like he was in a rush to step away from her, and that was okay because she didn’t want him to. 

“Y/n,” she whispered. It was physically impossible to raise her voice any louder. The stupid corset was making it harder for her to breathe, along with the added pressure of being in his presence. “You?”

“Prince Harry, at your service,” he smiled then, and y/n got a glimpse of shockingly sharp canines. They had to be fake. Longer than most in length, and she swore she saw one of those cartoonish-diamond glitter at the knife-like tips of his teeth. 

She pointed to his mouth and said, “Are you a vampire prince?”

He looked at her strangely, his brows furrowing and his tongue running along the inside of his cheeks. Then, he laughed. “Something like that.” 

“I-” She was gonna say something along the lines of ‘I think you’re a very good looking vampire prince’ until he cut her off.

“How about we play a game?” One of his hands lifted from her waist, and she let go to steady herself by grabbing onto the plant. Y/n hoped that her dress wasn’t getting dirty, but the moment that Harry brushed a stray lock of hair behind her ear it flew out the window. 

Her eyes fluttered closed, and she leaned into his touch like a purring kitten. She blamed her blatant carelessness on the alcohol. “A game?”

“Yes, y/n. A game,” he muttered, watching the way her eyes twitched under her eyelids. 

“Which game?” Her eyes fluttered open again, and her breasts pushed against the corset as she took a deep breath, “I thought you wanted to talk?”

“Oh,”he glanced down, to her lips and for half a second, to the repressed mounds of her tits,  “I promise the conversation is going to be much more interesting after a game of hide and seek.” 

“Where would we even play t-that?”

“Right,” he pinched her chin with two fingers so that her lips smushed together, and gently tilted her head towards the field of corn. “There.” 

That’s how she found herself, running for her life in the middle of a corn maze, at night, on Halloween. 

What had started off as her giggling and running had soon into a panting, scared-shit-less run for no reason. Maybe it was because she just couldn’t get Harry off of her tail, or maybe it was that she was running with no direction into a cornfield she was sure was lost in. Maybe it was a combination of all those things. 

Harry yelled, “Come out, come out, wherever you are,” and it only made her want to cry. 

It was strange, really. Y/n didn’t know where this fear was coming from, it started out with them actually having fun, the tips of his fingers tugging at the fabric of the skirt before he let her run a bit, calling out how he was going to get her, how he was gonna catch the princess and she was giggling, turning to see him disappear when she turned. 

Then he went quiet. The footsteps stopped. And his tone of voice dropped to something much more… sinister. 

“Come out, little one,” he said, a clear whisper poured directly into her ear. 

Y/n turned, and she felt him getting closer so she tried to run faster. But she was getting so, so tired, and it felt like she couldn’t get any air into her lungs. All she knew then was the moon, with her tired face, and the intimidating, tall stalks of corn. 

Harry supposes that he’s doing her a favor. A lot of people wish they could run through a field wearing a dress like the one y/n has on. He was a bit of a shit, sure, setting her up for failure given he had abilities that she did not possess, but, he knew just as he knew the sky is blue- that she liked and wanted to walk into the corn field. Now, it wasn’t because Harry happens to be really good at reading people, no.

As an empath- one of the terms in the fine print of the being he was- he was able to connect into the funnel between her veins, the curved out thrum of what she was feeling. The witches he knew compared it to reading an aura, but it was much more than that. There was no need for interpretation of colors because it was like he was her, feeling what she was feeling. And she liked it.

Up until, of course, he switched up his game. 

After a few minutes of running around and playing with her like she was a mouse, Harry decided that he wanted to scare her. He wanted to give her a taste of himself. He wanted her to be scared- to not like him. Because he was something that shouldn’t be liked. It was a sick thing, really, that he happened to be so good looking when he was a literal monster. Harry fucking drank human blood. He wasn’t something that should be thought of as Greek statues. 

The part of him that remained human throughout the years felt bad for doing this to her. But, he had to. It made him feel better when he sunk his teeth into a victim’s skin. Almost like… he’d warned them, and it was their fault that they hadn’t taken the signal.

A scarecrow loomed overhead, and her lungs were running out of air, so he decided to go ahead and make his final jump on her. 

When y/n broke through the final turn to reach the very small clearing in the center of the field where a scarecrow stood in between a few bales of hay, she felt his breath at the back of her throat, and her knees buckled. 

She’d never really been much a screamer during a jump scare. Instead, she sucked her breath in, really loud and sudden, and because she was having such a hard time breathing, that instinctually breath caused black dots to litter her vision and suddenly those weak knees contributed to a faint. 

Harry caught her, and picked her up, huffing a small laugh to himself as he laid her across the piles of hay. 

She really was a sight to see. Flushed, hair a mess from all her running. Her lips were dewy and her waterline was agitated, he could see the moisture in the place where her eyelashes sprouted. 

With a few pats to the cheek, her eyes fluttered open, he was still hovering over her. Harry did not make a move to scoot back. 

“You’re awake, princess,” he said, smirking.

Y/n blinked, her eyes wide, and… gasped when Harry pressed a kiss to her cheek. His lips were cool against her heated cheek, and the curved ends of his slicked back hair tickled her chin. 

“You chased me,” she gulped, “for a long time.”

“Yes, I did. And you liked it. Didn’t you, little one?” He allowed the tip of his nose to follow the line of her jaw, testing the waters. She liked it, he could feel the shudders it sent to her heart in his bones. 

“I did.” Her eyes furrowed at her own admission. Why was she being so carefree? Why was she allowing herself to continue to stay in this cornfield? What was stopping her from questioning further what the fuck was going on? Her attraction, and his implied interest, that’s what.

Harry’s tongue slipped out of his mouth, and licked at her jaw before he placed another kiss to it, “Good. What do you say we have some more fun?” “What kind of fun?” Her head titled, and he was given direct access to what he wanted. Her neck. The column of her throat was pulsing with the beat of her heart, and the veins he could almost taste criss-crossed beneath her skin. 

“Fun is fun, pet. But if you must know, the kind of fun I’m talking about involves a lot of mouth to mouth,” He moved so his face was directly in front of hers again, and his palm gripped her waist beneath him. Unconscioslu, her legs parted and Harry had more space to slide both of his thighs between hers, one of his knees resting on the bales of hay she rested on. 

Y/n was no longer worried about the state of her dress, but rather, where his mouth would land, and where she would put her hands. Her eyes bounced between his, but they struggled to remain still under his intense hold. “O-okay. I’d like that.” 

“The prettiest princess I’ve ever seen,” he mumbled into the hollow underneath her jaw. And it was true. He’d seen a lot of royalty all throughout his wretched life, and none of them had been as pretty as she was. He felt a shiver of arousal go through her at the same time the air came fresh into his lungs, and it felt like he was going to explode from the inside out. 

“I think you’re the most handsome prince I’ve ever seen.” 

Y/n wanted to slap a hand over her mouth the moment those words left her lips, but Harry only chuckled and the vibrations felt heavenly against her skin. 

“You've been seeing other princes’, little one?” Harry teased, his mouth tracing their words against her lips. He pressed forward and kissed her; just a peck, testing. Again, she liked it. 

“No, just you,” she shivered. Her words were coming out in pants now. The fabri of her dress was too thick and too abundant to allow for any frisky actions, but his mouth was enough. One of his fingers was running over the tops of her breasts. Her mouth opened, she wanted more. Harry tasted of pink bubble gum. She wondered where it went. 

He chuckled and kissed her once more. “Then how do you know you know I’m the most handsome?” 

“I just do,” she said, arching into his touch. His finger was hooking into her sleeve, and he let it snap into her skin. 

“You do?” He licked her bottom hip, and she whined. This game, whatever it was, she wanted it to be over. It was too much for her to handle. 

“Yeah,” y/n said in a dreamy, far-off voice. “I mean, yes. Yes.”

Harry relished in what she felt, and soon enough, his cock twitched in his trousers. He never let himself become… involved in his meals emotions, but it was different with her. She was tender, and sweet. Willing and not a nuisance that he drowned out before biting. 

“Am I handsome enough... for you to let me bite you?” And that was another thing. 

Harry never asked for permission. Y/n was drunk enough that she’d wake up the next morning and think that he was just some kinky dude who’d left a sick hickey on her throat, as all of his ‘victims’ were, but still. Harry had asked for permission. 

“Bite me?” She was confused, head fuzzy with the same feeling that was heating in her groin. The lacy knickers she wore were probably soaked through. The bale on her bum was beginning to hurt. 

“Yes, princess. Bite, right,” he licked a stripe right where her pulse was the strongest to accentuate his intentions. “Here.”

“Okay, Harry.” 

He was handsome. And she was horny (with a mix of other things), she didn’t see a reason to say no. 

“Thank you, pet.” 

It was the same as it always was. Harry nuzzled into the spot, sniffing like a dog meeting a new friend, and with no preamble, he bit into her. The tips of his teeth pierced her flesh, and he allowed them to retract once the blood started to flow. When the first drop touched his tongue, he groaned. She was good, one of the best he’d ever had, and the heady flavor was just as sweet as she was. He was so caught up in his own satisfaction that he didn’t notice the moment her hands bunched the fabric of his suit from the late 1700s into fists, or her body going tense before he slowly relaxed, her heartbeat an irregular mix as she decided whether or not she should be panicking. 

But, he knew that she continued to enjoy what she was doing. 

“H-harry, I-”  She went limp in his arms, and the small squeak that left her mouth was the mermaid’s song that enchanted Harry. 

He knew this wouldn’t be the last time he’d see her again. 

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hi! happy halloween babies! or better yet, happy harryween! i hope you enjoyed this peice, it was for sure out of my comfort zone and something new for me. if you haven’t yet, please check out my fanfic on wattpad in which harry owns a more aesthetic version of playboy mag. you can read it here.

[lupismaris]

Summertime, And The Livin’s Easy- a black sails fic prompt fill

this became incredibly long so instead of just posting it with the ask i’ve made it’s own post 

@themelonface​ asks- For the fic prompts (if you're still taking them), silverflint talking about children. Can be AU, can be set during or after canon. I just have a feeling Miranda never wanted any, Thomas was too wrapped up in the fight for equality to need anything more than cats, but maybe James would have wanted kids in another life.

HERE MY DARLING HAVE THE FIRST OF hopefully TWO PROMPT FILLS because i want to write a post canon ficlet for this ask as well. 

but for now have modern au silverflint (and hamilton at the end) and the discussion of children 💕

cw for mentions of child abuse and shitastic fathers!!! but theres nothing graphic mentioned or shown. 

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It was the hazy space between what would have been brunch on a weekend and the corporate lunch time rush and the start of cocktail hour on every other day when half the bars in Brooklyn Heights hadn’t actually opened their doors yet and those that had were serving sandwiches and day drinking friendly cocktails.

 The Walrus was one of the latter.

Silver slid off his bar stool as the last member of the aforementioned lunch rush stepped out the door and leaned against the polished bar top with a bright grin. “How you holding up, honey?” Muldoon rolled his eyes. “Please, a corpse could make an aperol spritz.” “I doubt a corpse could make that many of them that quickly.” “Flattery might work on other men,” Muldoon said, as he always did, with a wag of his tattooed finger and a smile fighting to show on his face. “But it will not work on me.” “Are you sure? Cause you were pretty sexy with those martinis. Remind me why its always vodka?” “Your boyfriend has told you that a dozen times already, I know it for a fact, you shit.” “Okay but maybe I wanna hear you explain it. Again,” Silver said, propping his chin on his hands and putting on his best Cheshire smile, throwing in a slight batting of the lashes just for Muldoon’s sake. They played this game every time Silver wasted away a few hours at the bar, which he was starting to do more and more often. He’d joke with Flint that it was only out of boredom, but in truth, he felt safe there, nestled in the corner with his laptop or acting as an honorary member of the staff when they needed some help. He didn’t want to dwell too much on it, on why he felt so safe there or why after so many years he was once again feeling so painfully devoted to the same group of men who’d despite everything, seen him through hell. Muldoon sighed, his hands making quick work of filling the high powered steam dishwasher under the counter. He pushed it closed with his hip and looked up at Silver, finally cracking a smile. “Do you want to help me run bar for a bit, love? While it’s quiet?”

Silver was behind the bar before Muldoon could even consider changing his mind. He did pause to duck into the kitchen quickly, where the two line cooks- Randal and Dooley- were working on their mise en place and Vane was wedged into the alley doorway with a cigarette in his mouth, recovering from the lunch rush. His long hair was carefully tied up in a braided bun and covered in a bandanna, ears lined as always with half a dozen hoops a piece. “Why do you look like you just ate a canary?” Vane asked around his smoke. “No reason. Where’s the Captain?” Vane nodded to the walk in pantry where Flint was likely checking stock counts, “he’s in a mood again.” “When isn’t he? When he’s done tell him to come up to the bar I’ve got a surprise,” Silver said, still wearing that grin, and Vane laughed with a nod, going back to watching the alley behind the bar. “Alright come on you flirt-” Muldoon called, and Silver quickly washed his hands and snagged one of the spare aprons Hal kept behind the bar. It wasn’t like he didn’t know how to make a cocktail, he played bartender for house parties all the time. But there was something different about learning to do it properly, from Muldoon who clearly took great pride in it, and in a place that was quickly becoming a second home to him. An hour in, and several successful cocktails later, Muldoon allowed Silver to help him actually fill orders for the few customers they got, though it wasn’t many. Flint still had not resurfaced from the kitchen, and so Silver kept his focus on the recipes Muldoon had him run through- proper martinis and Manhattans, Mojitos and mules, mezcal margs and all the things you could do with the collection of Amaros and aperitifs behind the bar. The customers were students on their way home from morning classes, morning shifters heading home or stopping for some food before the evening shift at their second job started, regulars who stopped in for lunch because no one made a cuban quite as well as their kitchen did.   And then the door chimed and Silver looked up with his customary smile and greeting ready, waiting to see where the guests might seat themselves- the host wouldn’t be in till four when the official dinner service started- and found himself staring at, well, children. Six of them, all too young to be in a bar unsupervised even before happy hour but probably even too young to be wandering around Brooklyn by themselves as it was. The older two definitely had the hardened older sibling with “semi absent if not entirely absent parents” look around them, Silver knew that look far too well, though whether the four younger kids were siblings or just under their care he couldn’t be sure. All of them were wearing some variation of public school uniform which Silver recognized from the public school a few blocks away. “Hey Nicki,” Muldoon said with a wave, and one of the older kids with short messy dark hair and equally dark eyes waved back. Silver looked at Muldoon quickly with raised brows. “Do me a favor go find Flint, okay? Tell him the kids are up front.” Silver just nodded, watching as Nicki and the other older kid shepherded the younger kids into the big corner booth closest to the bar without being told to, and slipped into the kitchen. Vane was at the prep table, knife in hand and making quick work of a cut of meat. He didn’t look up when he heard the door swing open but tilted his head expectantly. “Flint?” Sliver asked. “Smoke break, should be about done. Said he was coming up to see you in a minute.” Silver threw open the back alley door and there was Flint, propped up against the wall with a beaten up paperback on his knee and a forgotten cigarette in his hand. He looked up at him with a frown. “Hey whats wrong? You set the bar on fire with a flaming mojito or something?” he said, wearing a rare teasing smile. “Not yet but theres like, half a kindergarten class upfront.” Flint blinked, looked at his watch, and swore, “shit they must’ve let out early cause of the heat.” “Darling, what in the hell are you talking about.” Flint stubbed out the cigarette and tossed it in the ashtray by the door, kissing the top of Silver’s head as he passed. “I’ll explain in a minute- Vane! Leave the dinner service I need you on the meal kits with me-” “Already started on them,” Vane said, waving the knife idly as he portioned the meat into rather exact ready to cook portions. Flint nodded and washed his hands. “Dooley wheres those sandwiches I told you to fix-” “Here boss.” “Silver,” Flint loaded up six plates of sandwiches onto two serving trays and passed the lighter of the two to Silver. “Take one of these out with me ‘kay?” Silver nodded and balanced the tray on his shoulder, following Flint out of the kitchen. The bar was still mostly empty, Muldoon hanging out at the corner of the bar closest to the kids, making them each a Shirley Temple and passing Nicki a pitcher of water for them to share. Normally, Silver would’ve made some smart ass remark about how apparently it was normally for a bunch of kids to just turn up at the bar for lunch but something about this felt different and something in the set of Flint’s shoulders told him to stay quiet. “Let me guess the AirCon crap out again?” Flint asked upon reaching the table. “Or did one of you sabotage it to get out early?” The younger kids all started talking at once, bursts of loud excitement at seeing Flint, and the food, all wanting to explain why they had been let out of school a little bit early that day. Nicki and the other older kid, Sola, helped distribute the plates of food with smiles and nods of thanks while Flint listened intently to the kids’ rambling and incoherent explanations.   Once the young-ins were distracted by the sandwiches, Nicki offered a more coherent explanation. “Yeah they said the AC’s gonna be out till tomorrow with the heat, so they’re closing school till Monday,” he said. “Three day weekend I guess, without the extra homework since the teachers didn’t have time to prepare for any.” “Nice. Gonna meet your friends at the bridge park tomorrow? You mentioned wanting to get your kick flips more polished.” Nicki shook his head, looking bitter about it. “Can’t, busted up my front bearings and wheels on a ride home last week, won’t be able to afford to fix it for a bit. S’fine though, got chores to do.” Flint nodded, leaning back against the bar with his arms lazily crossed over his middle. “Do me a solid and bring the board by tomorrow okay? I think one of my guys might have some spare parts they’re not using.” Silver felt something in him break a little at the way the boy’s face lit up at Flint’s words. Or maybe it was at the ease with which Flint handled the kids, the openness he showed them, listening to how their days had gone, if only in brief, listening to their problems, which to them seemed world ending- Sola’s internet was out for the weekend, so she’d be at the library doing homework on Friday and probably most of the weekend when she wasn’t helping at her aunt’s salon, the little ones would all be shuttled to various relatives until Monday until they went back to school and Sola and Nicki, or another of the older kids in their building would take charge of them again. One of the younger kids was staring at Silver, her sandwich half held to her mouth. Just staring, bright brown eyes fixed on him in that quizzical way that children possessed that always made Silver feel transparent. Flint noticed and followed her gaze with an amused grin, waving for Silver to come over to join them instead of hiding behind the bar with Muldoon.  Silver looked at him wide eyed for a moment, then at the kids, specifically the little girl who was staring him down like a gunslinger, and then back at Flint, who just reached for him. Damn the bastard, he knew that was all it ever took. Silver came over and let Flint pull him in under his arm, feeling like a bug under the microscope in a science class he never attended but had heard about from other people. “You have pretty hair,” the little girl said. She was missing her two front teeth and Silver wanted to melt. “Thank you. You have big eyes.” “Yeah. They see a lot,” She said nodding solemnly. Silver could feel Flint shifting with the effort it took not to laugh. “They’re a pretty color. They remind me of this stone called tiger’s eye,” Silver continued. He could see Nicki giving Flint a look, though he didn’t know what Flint was doing in response. The little girl tilted her head. “Whats that?” So Silver pulled out his phone and showed her, which lead to a short lesson in gemstones that mostly amounted to excited cries of “oh shiny” and “I’d steal that one” which did Silver’s heart good. “This is Silver, a friend of mine who just moved back to town. He’s helping out round here. So he and I are gonna go fix your take away bags,” Flint said, once the momentary fascination in gemstones had faded and the kids were once again fixed on their plates. “Sola, you and Nicki just let Muldoon know if you guys need anything, or stick your head in the kitchen and yell okay? We’ll hear you. C’mon Silver.” If Silver had hoped for an explanation, he didn’t get one. Once he and Flint crossed the threshold back into the kitchen there was work to be done- Randal and Dooley handled the orders brought to them from the waitstaff while Flint and Vane, with Silver doing whatever Flint told him to, made quick work of assembling meal kit after meal kit from dishes both on and off the bar’s menu. Everything was boxed up and taped shut, paired with pre-typed instructions on how to cook the meals and how many servings each would make, and tucked into sturdy double layered brown bags that would hopefully survive a trip across the neighborhood. As they were finishing twenty minutes later, Hal’s voice could be heard through the window behind the bar, which answered Silver’s most pressing question- did he know that Flint was just running a school cafeteria out of the bar? Apparently yes, and apparently the kids were just as excited, if not more so, to see “Uncle” Hal. Because of course they called him Uncle Hal, why wouldn’t they. God, Silver was going to have to book a fucking dentist appointment for all the tooth rot the sweetness of this was giving him. He helped Flint carry out the bags of food, Vane insisting the kids would be too scared of him while Flint argued that Vane was just scared of the kids, and Silver watched as Hal and Flint got the bags labeled for each child and into a push cart that Sola promised to bring back the next day when she passed on her way to her Aunt’s salon. He then did his very best not to pass away on the spot as each kid, even Nicki and Sola, hugged Hal goodbye. Flint had crouched down to say good by to the little ones, accepting their clumsy hugs, reminding them to be careful walking home, and asking them to recite the bar’s phone number for him just in case (though Silver was sure they probably had cellphones, even if they were elementary schoolers), before he stood and gave Nicki and Sola each a one armed hug and watched them shepherd the group outside again. “Only group today?” Hal asked and Silver thought his voice sounded a bit heavy. “So far. Powers out at their school though, likely a couple others’ll come by later. Want me to call around to the other bars and see if they’ve heard anything?” “Yeah call the food bank and the closest shelter too for me, see if we can’t drop off our end of night supply to them this weekend.” Later, several more hours of food prep and three more groups of wary looking kids who all seemed completely unafraid of Flint and his crew, plus a Thursday night dinner rush, and Silver finally got his explanation. He also thought he should have gotten the nobel prize for being able to keep his mouth shut for as long as he did. “So are we gonna talk about it?” Flint was sitting on the floor in front of him, half asleep already between his thighs, as Silver combed his hair. They had taken home food from the bar and shared a six pack between them on the deck, Thomas held up at a Client dinner where he was no doubt being wined and dined and bored to absolute tears. They had treated themselves then to a hot bath, with the jets, and were now just wasting time with the kind of nonsexual intimacy that Silver had learned he craved with Flint, waiting for Thomas to join them so they could all manage a good nights sleep. “Talk about what?” Flint asked, his voice a heady rumble. “The kids. And why they knew to just wander into a bar on a Thursday,” Silver said, keeping his voice gentle. He coated his hands in more product and worked it into the shaved sides and back of Flint’s head, massaging his scalp as he went. “Why you and Hal and the rest of the crew seemed completely unphased by it.” Flint hummed lowly, nearly a purr as he leaned into Silver’s touch. They’d settled into the bedroom Thomas and Flint shared, like they did most nights since it had the nicest adjoining bathroom and all the obnoxiously nice hair and skin care products. Silver sat in the old plush armchair, bundled up in a robe while Flint, naked and content to air dry, leaned into him, a picture of ginger hair, rich freckles, and well loved tattoos on a soft strong figure. If Silver hadn’t been so distracted by the day, he’d have been more appreciative. “S’not that big a deal. Lots of families round here with young kids, can’t keep an eye on them between working two or three jobs, haven’t got money for babysitters or relatives to watch ‘em, or enough to cover food for the week, especially when the public schools can’t feed em. You start to notice which kids it is, when they pass by, which schools they go to, which blocks.” “In Brooklyn Heights?” “They don’t live in this neighborhood, Silver, you know that, not all of Brooklyn has been gentrified to shit by the developers. Hell walk a few blocks east towards the tech school and you’ll find a lot of them. Or south towards Bayridge. Anyway, the groups you met today are all right from Downtown Brooklyn, they go to school nearby you’ve seen them.” “Yeah I just… I dunno, you see so much of the multi-million dollar condos I guess you forget thats not all theres is.” “Nicki lives with his mom, his dad walked out and she’s working two jobs to keep the one bedroom they share over on Jay street. He’s only thirteen but he tried getting a job with me washing dishes last summer, I turned him down, sent him home with some food for his trouble,” Flint continued. Silver smiled, he could picture the scrappy dark haired boy trying to square up with Flint, trying to convince him he was old enough to legally work. “Let me guess he wasn’t the first.” “Won’t be the last either. If they aren’t working for the family to earn some extra money or to cut back on hiring expenses they’re looking for shifts somewhere to pick up the slack. They’re losing out on being kids all because the rent keeps going up and there ain’t shit else to do about it other than leave. And a lot of them can’t even afford to do that.” There was a familiar grit to Flint’s voice, the old bitter salt that meant someone had touched a nerve. It scared other people, but Silver knew it just meant Flint was, for the moment, being vulnerable with him. “Were you Nicki once? Trying to bully your way into work?” Silver asked softly. He reached for the comb again and sectioned off a part of Flint’s hair to start working with. Flint was quiet a moment. “Yeah. Yeah worked the docks a bit as a boy, most kids did it to earn pocket money or to help out with the bills.” “Which was it for you?” “Granddad only had his pension. And he spent that on booze. So whatever I earned at the docks helping the fishermen, or from pickpocketing, that was what bought food. Kept the lights on, shit like that. I told you once, that I met Henessy that way, picking his pocket.” Silver laughed softly. “I do remember. You technically succeeded, didn’t you?” “Mm, he only caught me cause someone snitched. Broke that fuckers nose real good I’ll tell you.” They were quiet for a moment, Silver combing Flint’s hair with impossible care, working his fingers through any knots he found, before following with product and conditioner, Flint grew heavier and heavier against him, warm and soft and his. “So you and Hal decided to do something, the way you always do?” Silver asked. “Hm? Oh yeah- city isn’t doin’ much, food banks and schools are already over run, and when school holidays hit, they can barely keep up demand for kids who need free meals. So we got a few other bars involved, met with some schools and the food banks and sent out some notices and just- started feeding people. I mean thats why Hal wanted to open the bar you know? You feed people and you give them everything. You feed them and they’ll do the rest. So thats what we did. In a week or two when the schools are out for the summer we’ll have a couple trucks that’ll make deliveries, so the kids don’t have to come to the bar.” Silver hummed and kissed his temple. “You’re sweet.” “Am not.” “You’ll let me help, right? Prep the meals and stuff?” Flint tipped his head back to look up at him. “You want to?” “Yeah. This altruistic thing is new to me, as is the cooking for fun thing but… it matters, to you, any idiot can see that. And I want to be part of it.” Silver smiled and leaned down to kiss him best he could. He could feel Flint smiling into the upside down kiss. “You’re really good with them too, you know, which please don’t take this the wrong way, I did not expect,” he added when he pulled back. “What with the kids?” “Yeah.” “Oh no offense taken I have no idea how it happened. They just aren’t afraid of me for some reason. I fully expected them to be, mind. I used to think I had the kind of face that would make babies and small children cry but apparently they just, I dunno, think I’m alright.” “They trust you, thats a big deal for kids. Especially ones who have clearly been let down by other adults. I mean you also talk to them like they’re just tiny adults which probably helps.” “They’re gonna be adults one day, might as well treat them with dignity well before they realize they should be fighting for it, you know?” Silver smiled softly, “Sometimes I don’t think you realize how magnificent you are, you bastard.” Flint didn’t say anything, just blindly reached for Sliver’s hands so he could pull him closer. So silver set aside the comb and rested his chin on the top of Flint’s head, wrapping his arms around him and holding tight to his weathered, tattooed hands. “You were good with them too, once you stopped being scared of them,” Flint offered. “Kids scare me, I’ve never spent enough time around them to learn how to make them happy. They’re so easy to hurt, so easy to damage. And extremely durable, extremely resilient but… I dunno… Just never trusted myself and never had the opportunity to do more than amuse them for a few minutes at a time before vanishing into thin air like Santa Claus.” “Well, you’ll have plenty of practice at the bar. I still think you were good with them. Little Sylvie likes you at least.” “Not as much as they love you.” Silver thought a moment. “Hey…” “Hm?” “Have… Have you and Thomas ever talked about kids?” It was a heavy question, one that might have been too much too soon and a part of Silver wished he hadn’t asked it. But there had been such a softness in Flint’s face when he’d spoken to the children, a kindness and a focus in his attention that meant he’d put time and effort into his actions, into making sure what he was doing was what the kids needed in that moment. It wasn’t just an adult slumming it with the neighborhood kids cause he had nothing better to do, it was almost, dare Silver think it, Paternal in nature. Paternal and the dread Captain Flint being used in the same sentence had not been something Silver had ever considered as possible, and yet- And yet it was, and it had piqued the old curiosity. Flint was quiet again, though he didn’t pull away or let go of Silvers hands, so Silver trusted that he hadn’t upset him. Silver held him tightly, turning his head to rest his cheek on Flint’s hair and wait patiently for him to speak. “Its complicated, pup.” “You don’t have to tell me. I was just curious. I never thought of you as a dad until today but now I’m… I won’t lie a part of me is still thinking about it.” There was a soft shuddering sound and Silver felt Flint shift in his arms, curling tighter in on himself for a moment before trying to settle again. Silver held tight, pressing his face into his hair. It took another moment or two, and several deep breaths, but Flint eventually spoke. “Thomas and Miranda were expected to have children when they married,” he said lowly, “all wealthy families expect heirs. But Miranda didn’t want to go through pregnancy and Thomas wasn’t sure if he could sire so they found ways of putting it off and focusing on Thomas’ political career. Thomas… he wanted to save the world, I’m sure for a while he thought he couldn’t allow himself thoughts of a future until that was done.” Silver hummed. That did sound like Thomas. Even now, with the chip on his shoulder and the somewhat colder view of the world, he still seemed to think he could save it. Silver wasn’t about to point out that Flint still seemed to think the same way. “And after everything I dunno I guess it just took so much time to remember how to be living, breathing people again, that children were never part of the consideration,” Flint said with a shrug. There was a weight to his voice, an emptiness that had Silver frowning slightly in surprise. “How can you care for a child when you’ve only just come back to life? When you’ve only just found reason to stay alive? It- Any child we brought into our lives would have been at risk, back then for certain, though I’m not sure a child would be better off now and besides with how much we work its not like-” “James,” Silver said softly, lifting his head, “you’re rambling.” Flint went still in his arms, still as if waiting for the lash that he knew would never come, but waited for all the same. The readiness with which Flint expected violence broke something in Silver, just as much as it felt like a mirror, smudged and smoky and cracked with age. “Is this your way of saying you want to be a father, but the thought of it terrifies you?” Silver asked. “The things I’ve done,” Flint said in a rough voice, “The stains my hands have carried- I’d see them every time I held my child. That’s my fear, I think. That I’d see them, and that violence would stain them as well.” He paused. Silver held him, hiding his own face. It was easier, they had learned, to talk about such things like this, with Flint’s back to Silver, their faces just hidden enough to give the illusion of control. How many secrets had they shared like this? Silver was losing count. “I was raised by a drunken old sailor and a bastard of a navy man who brought nothing but ruin- what could I ever give a child, John?” Flint asked, his hands white knuckle tight on Silver’s, his eyes the deep green of the sea, ghostly and far away. “What could I give them but that same ruin?” And what could Silver say in the face of that? So he said nothing, just nodded and kissed Flints throat until the tension in his shoulders softened and Flint settled back against Silver’s body to rest, weary and still haunted, but at least no longer at knife point in his own home. Silver went back to brushing his hair, singing softly to him as he worked, until Thomas came home and they were able to find more pleasant ways to spend their evening than discussing the sins of one’s father. They didn’t talk about the possibility of children again, not for the whole of the summer. They helped the food banks and the neighborhood families as best they could through the summer, made sure whatever kids stopped by the bar or the kitchen door in the alley left with something to eat, on the house. Thomas made sure checks were written to the shelters and the food banks that needed them, that the families that needed childcare could get it free of charge. They got through the summer, and the conversation never arose again. Silver just kept the thought of Flint holding a bright eyed child that sometimes looked like Thomas’ kid, and sometimes looked like his own, locked away safely in his heart and didn’t examine it too closely. Then Idelle had her baby in August. In October they held a two month belated baby shower for her at The Walrus, so the crew could meet little Wesley Ira Featherstone and his father, bless him, could cry with his crew mates about how proud he was while Idelle had her first stiff drink in over a year. Rackham was there, of course, as the boy’s God father (Silver was delighted by the idea because Rackham was absolutely as terrified by the concept as he was as honored) and Wesley took to him as well as any two month old possibly could. But when it came to crying babies, Rackham didn’t know what to do, and Hal the God Father to all and obvious baby whisperer was back in the kitchen unable to assist. And so Thomas and Silver watched as Flint, who seemed to be acting without really thinking about what he was doing (outside of scolding Rackham who was himself on the verge of tears) scooped up the baby and promptly rocked him calm within moments. “How did you-” Rackham stared at him in shock. “If you didn’t fuckin panic all the time then he wouldn’a started crying,” Flint growled at him, which Wesley found hilarious, if the slew of gurgling giggles was anything to go by. Silver watched, feeling his face split into a ridiculous smile, as Flint refused to give the baby back to Rackham until he’d sobered up, and instead let Idelle tie a sling around his chest to tuck Wesley into, so he could still fix drinks and use his hands while keeping the baby safe. “Sure you don’t want me to take him back?” she asked, Max watching with an amused smile. “You’ll have plenty of him soon, I got ‘im. Just give Rackham a 101 on how to actually hold a baby.” Silver leaned into Thomas as they watched Flint from their seats at the bar, humming as Thomas’ arm went around him automatically, pulling him close into his side. He looked up, curious to see what Thomas thought of his husband suddenly so at home with a child. He didn’t know what he had been expecting, but whatever it was, it wasn’t what he saw. Thomas’s face had gone soft, from the crows feet around his eyes to the laughter lines around his mouth, which parted in the gentlest shape of awe Silver might have ever seen on the man, as if he’d realized something he’d never considered before. His shoulders were rounded, leaning forward against the bar, hand fidgeting against the polished bartop as if desperate to reach out for his husband. Silver could feel the arm he hand around his shoulder tensing with the need to act. They watched as Flint moved behind the bar, one hand resting where Wesley’s head was under the sling, rocking him gently as he fetched fresh beers for himself and for Hal. Silver was watching his face, watching the way his lips were moving, as if he were talking to the baby, but he was just too far away to hear what he was saying. “He’s singing,” came Thomas’ voice suddenly, almost lost to the noise of the bar. “What?” “He’s singing,” Thomas said again, nodding to his husband. “Padstow Farewell, he sings it to me sometimes when I have nightmares, I’d know the lyrics on his lips even in the grave.” Silver smiled softly. “He sang it to me when I was recovering from my leg. I didn’t know it could be a lullaby.” “Neither did I but…” “But now-” “Yeah.” Silver reached for Thomas’ other hand and kissed his knuckles, leaning into him further. Thomas held him impossibly tight, resting his cheek on his hair. There’d be more to talk about in the morning, tomorrow, the day after, next week, next month, next year. And there was a dizzying sense of joy in that, the same kind of joy that came from watching Flint carrying the future in his worn and weathered hands.

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Admin Shin giving physical appearance descriptions here +a few other things because he is tired and he didn't do the drawings cause he used his art sauce for redrawing cgs- tw for: mentions of past abuse, scars, self harm(past and present) and other things that intale with descriptions. Plus a bit of me projecting some of my physical insecuritues cause my au my bullshit- this will be the first of a few posts cause I know shit ain't easy with long shit. 1/? Greenblings + Yabusames

Shin: pale to the point you can say he glows, a half sleeve of tattoos one of the plant Kanna, another that's a chemistry joke, and this symbol ; mostly on his forearm. Cyan hair cut very choppy with some shaved of in the back, Grey blue/green eyes. Various scars on his body that he covers with clothing(self inflicted and those inflicted by others), is around 160cm tall. Twig™ like he a stick and barely weights anything. Burns really easily and bruises easily, most of his scars are on his thighs because of this. Is cis and purely gay, He/him pronouns but doesn't really care. Trust issues and depression from little baby years when he was in the foster care system, was adopted when he was 6 but has a lot of his memories locked behind disotiative amnesia(it doesn't affect his current life thus he ignores it). Only 2 people aside from himself that knows of his habits of self harm, he started a little before his first time meeting Kanna.

Kanna: braids her hair it is a sea glass green, a light tan from existing in daylight, has stretch marks on her chest and thighs, chubby baby thighs, at a healthy weight in comparison to Shin, is 165 centimeters tall and not done growing, has a few scars from past foster homes like Shin but they are much more faded. Eyes a pale green/blue color and freckles speckled on her face. Has body hair that she chooses not to shave/wax off cause she doesn't mind it unlike Kugie or Shin. Cis girl and bi uses She/her pronouns but doesn't mind other pronouns being used for her. Was adopted at age 4 and didn't have many foster homes before getting adopted and doesn't have any memories from that time due to aging.

Kugie: short brown bob with poorly dyed edges, tanned skin with light tan lines, has slight scarring on her knees from many times of busting it up. Healthy weight and 170cm tall(yes she rubs it into Shin's face all the time-), has some muscle and can lift bro. Dark brown eyes nearly black. Hates having body hair and waxes it when it appears again, mostly cause she feels gross with having it on herself for sensory reasons. Is a trans girl she/her/they/them pronouns very uncomfortable with any other pronouns. Met Shin at age 12 and didn't like him at first, by coincidence ended up going to the same high school as him a few years later. Takes puberty blockers for the current time being. Is 16.

Midori: homeless as shit, doesn't look homeless though, same hair color as Kanna and same eyes as Shin. Doesn't have any physical scars(shocking I know-), wears only a prison uniform really. Can't talk to Kanna or Kugie due to a restraining order, Shin ordered it for them but not himself when he was 18. Pale in a normal way, has a weird birthmark on his stomach which matches with Shin. Is around 176cm tall. Somehow not malnourished despite his usual shit. Is 25, 3 years older than Shin and 11 years older than Kanna. A cishet man that uses he/him pronouns.

Reko: has dyed her hair bright blue with a bit of pink after Alice did in their teens, has kept it that way for years just cause she likes it. Has ear piercings and a tattoo it's a simple flower that Nao designed. Is 168cm tall and has a generally muscular person. Cis lesbian uses she/her pronouns but doesn't really care. A music major in college, 23 years old. Is a punk rock chic when out and about but steals Nao's clothes while in the apartment, is also dating Nao.

Alice: is tall aka 180cm tall, really muscular and works out with Reko for fun. Got a music degree a few years back but didn't get any job in the field yet, was in a band with Reko but had left it a little later due to creative differences. Bongos. Is a trans queer man, he/him pronouns doesn't care if you respect his pronouns or not but will beat your ass if you don't respect others. Has a tattoo of Reko's birthdate on his arm, went with Shin to get it, he cried while Shin comforted him over it. Works at the same place as Shin at a similar position, he has saved Shin's ass out of getting fired multiple times. Has a similar style to Reko but wears similar clothes to Shin while at home, dumb graphic tees, yoga pants and hoodies, half of what he wears comes from Shin's closet. 25 years old.

[fruityutas]

wild | l.yy

yangyang x gn!reader

not proofread

genre ~ best friend!au, pining, one-sided love, angst, happyish ending

wc ~ 1.9k

warnings ~ cursing? uhh mentions of food, and ofc the angst lol

synopsis ~ yangyang would always be your best friend, but a person in love can only take so much before their breaking point

note ~ based on troye sivan’s song wild, and part of the blue neighbourhood series

taglist ~ @du0tine , @badwithten​ , @softsungchan​

the school year was coming to an end, and that meant summer was beginning. liu yangyang, your best friend, was raving on about all the plans he had for you two. you were barely listening, focusing more on him than what he was saying. you’d liked yangyang since middle school, and that was seven years ago. now seniors in high school, he still didn’t know. you honestly did plan on keeping it that way, but plans get spoiled all the time don’t they?

“hey, are you even listening?” yangyang snaps you out of the fantasy land in your head. “uh, yeah you were talking about… uh the water park?” he rolls his eyes. “no. but good guess, you doofus.” times like this made your heart pound. he was so close to you, staring into your soul. it made the butterflies erupt in your stomach. it was getting harder to avoid your feelings for him, the past seven years building them up. “should we get some ice cream? i heard this new place across town is really good.” you nod in agreeance and get up, dusting yourself off. “c’mon we can go in my car.” you both walk the short route to his house before he drives you to the shop. the hot air signaling the first breath of summer in your quaint town. the bell to the shop rings its sweet tune to alert of any customers coming in. yangyang races ahead of you and begins his order, turning to you after he finished. “i can get mine, it’s fine.” “if you don’t order right now-” you punch him in the arm before stepping up to the counter. “one scoop of mint choco in a cone please.” the worker makes quick work, and soon you’re stepping back outside into the humid air with cones in hand.

cause there’s still too long till the weekend, too long till i drown in your hands. too long since i’ve been a fool.

harboring your feelings for yangyang was hard, especially since he always looked so kissable. you hated yourself for not acting on your feelings. every time he talked about a girl, it broke a piece of your heart. you knew he didn’t like you back, and you tried to accept that. still, loving someone who could never love you back in the way you wanted was painful. everything about the world around you reminded you of him. almost every second of free time was spent with him, and when you were younger, you made a pact with each other. “i solemnly swear that we’ll always be best friends.” you smiled at the memory of you sitting with him in your backyard, sweaty from a game of tag, muttering the words to each other. if keeping yangyang in your life meant being hurt from this one-sided love, then you would hurt for the rest of your life. he meant so much to you and throwing that away was out of the question.

you’re driving me wild, wild, wild.

the first month of summer, yangyang kept his promise of hanging out with you, but he met someone during that time. she was everything you wanted to be to him. delicate face, soft voice, amazing personality. to say you were jealous was an understatement, every waking moment of the day you wanted to despise her so much, but it was impossible. she was perfect in every way. the days went on and yangyang would still hang out with you, but he would constantly talk about her. it hurt knowing he found someone to like, and it not being you. but you made a promise to yourself to be happy as long as he was.

never knew loving could hurt this good.

the weeks went on, and yangyang lessened his interactions with you in favor of his girlfriend. you would always say that it didn’t matter, but oh boy did it hurt. he told you one summer night that he thought he loved her. “she’s just so…” “perfect?” he snaps his fingers in agreement. “how do you always know what i’m trying to say?” you send him a small smile, patting his shoulder. “because i love you.” it came out a mumble, not meant to be heard by him. “what was that?” you stutter out a cheap excuse, terrified he heard you. “be...cause i’ve known you for so long!” yeah nice save idiot. 

the days grew longer and air hotter. it was the second month of summer and you were getting busy preparing for college, packing all your things little by little. you’d still call yangyang daily like normal, and talk about future plans and your days. you were going to the beach in three days, and yangyang was supposed to join you, it was a tradition between you. “oh, i forgot to tell you that i can’t come to the beach this year.” you stopped packing clothes, dumbfounded. “well why not?” a sigh was heard from his end. “i promised yingqi that she could pick a day to have a date and she chose wednesday… i wouldn’t have been able to do both since they overlap. i’m sorry but i promise that i’ll make up for it.” you stay silent, tears forming in your eyes. “uh, ok well that’s cool. just um, let me know when you come up with something else we can do. but listen i gotta go my mom is calling me for dinner, i’ll talk with you tomorrow yangs.”

you’re driving me wild.

the beach trip was lonely without yangyang there. your parents could tell his absence affected you more than you’d like to admit. it just wasn’t the same without him there. after getting back, you didn’t hear from him for three days. you were worried that maybe something happened while you were gone so you went to his house. his mother opened the door, giving you a much-needed hug. “it’s been so long, y/n! where have you been?” you laugh, she was always the worrier. “it’s been a bit busy with college preparations and all. do you know where yangyang is? he hasn’t texted or called in three days.” she snorted, letting you in the house. “that girlfriend of his has taken a lot of his time lately, but he’s up in his room right now.” you nod and yell a thank you as you ascend the stairs. creaking open his bedroom door, you call out to him. “yangyang? are you in here?” you hear shuffling from his closet, and a string of curses come out. “yeah, i’m in here.” you chuckle and walk further in his room. “is everything ok? i’ve had radio silence from you for three days.” he walks out with a few hoodies in hand. “oh yeah, shit. i’m sorry about that. i meant to call you after you got back but yingqi decided that would be the perfect time to call me. and then i went on some dates with her and it slipped my mind. dude, i feel bad.” a fake smile makes its way to your face, masking the pain. “it’s ok, you were spending time with your girlfriend. no biggie.” how could he see he was hurting you when he didn’t even pay attention to you?

“what are those hoodies for? are you finally cleaning out your closet?” he fakes offense to your statement. “of course not, i’m giving these to yingqi. i think she’d be cute in my clothes.” you hum unenthusiastically. “you’re weird.” he rolls his eyes and grumbles. “anyway, did you wanna hang out today? i missed you.” he nods and his hair bounces, which was just so cute to you. “yes i actually have something planned to make up for me missing the beach.” you laugh, slightly in annoyance and slightly in happiness. “well what is it?” “a surprise, doofus.”

the day was well spent, yangyang took you to an amusement park and let you do whatever you wanted. you had a good time with your best friend and you felt as if everything was falling back into place. he dropped you off at your house and told you that he’d call you tomorrow. the butterflies that erupted in your stomach made you feel guilty. you can’t feel like this anymore, he had a girlfriend. but oh, you craved him to be yours so bad.

you make my heart shake, bend and break, but i can’t turn away and it’s driving me wild.

summer was ending soon, and you’d be going off to college. you were terrified of losing yangyang, the days of interaction slipping away. you met yingqi twice, and you couldn’t even try to force yourself to hate her. she was an angel to you, and even wanted to be your friend. you gave her insight on yangyang, and she treated you with such respect. that night, you cried yourself to sleep. she was so perfect for him, and it hurt so bad to see her live out your dreams. hold him, kiss him, wear his hoodie and cuddle with him. you were in so deep that you couldn’t breathe. drowning in your own feelings for your friend, with no escape. how will you ever tell him that you’re in love with him when he’s in love with another? your wounds will never close, and new ones appear every time you see him with her. you promise yourself to get over him, but subconsciously you know that it’s no use. you couldn’t get him out of your head, he was your everything without even being with you. 

you were restless that night, and it showed in the morning. your parents asked if you were feeling ok, to which you said yes. no, you aren’t. you barely told them where you were going before racing out the door to yangyang’s house. you had to tell him. even if it meant jeopardizing what you had. his mom answered the door again and you sped past her, yelling a good morning and a sorry. you bust into yangyang’s room, your mind set on explaining everything. “dude, what are you doing here so early?” you don’t answer his question, getting straight into your confession. 

“yangyang i have something to say. i’m in love with you, and i have been since middle school. i’ve memorized every detail about you, from your favorite color to the way you like your eggs.  i have never told you because i was afraid of rejection. the pain it would bring me and the risk of losing you as a friend. but i’ve had enough, i can’t pretend anymore. i’m happy for you, don’t get me wrong. you’re my best friend and i’ll always support you, no matter the hurt it causes me. to be honest, i’m scared that doing this is gonna ruin what our friendship is, but i really need you to know. i’m both happy and hurting that you’re dating yingqi, and no matter how hard i try, i cannot hate her. she is so perfect for you in every way, and i hope for the best because she really likes you. being your best friend is amazing and i wouldn’t trade it for anything this universe has to offer because i care about you. so i hope this doesn’t fuck everything up, but you deserve to know and i really don’t want our dynamic to change.” you take a deep breath and look over to yangyang, who is staring wide-eyed at you, mouth agape. “you don’t have to respond. i get it if you don’t wanna be friends anymore.” he shakes his head. “i just… don’t know what to say. but we’ll never stop being best friends, ok? you mean too much to me, please remember that.”

it’s driving me wild.