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bobohu4eva · 2 years ago

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Messy

Part 2/2

Characters: Reader x Baekhyun

Genre: Enemies(ish) to lovers, roommates, smut

WC: 7k

Tag List: @sulkygyu @ltamiee @archernarbeta

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It was when you woke up the next morning and replayed it all in your head that you realized how odd it all felt. Baekhyun was still asleep next to you and you couldn’t help but admire his sleeping face. He looked so peaceful like this, and it was cute how his face even looked a little swollen. He was such a pretty man. Even with that stupid red and black mullet framing his face, he still looked amazing.

You couldn’t get over the fact that you’d held onto him like you did, even though it was only because you were scared. And what were you supposed to do now? Get up and leave before he wakes up? Stay there and wait? Would he want to talk about it? You hoped he wouldn’t. But then when would you clarify that it was all only because you were scared? He definitely needed to know that you never would have done that under normal circumstances.

Before you could dwell on it any further you felt him moving, turning until he was facing you, a tired look on his face as he slowly sat up.

“Good morning.” He mumbled, voice deep and rough from just having woken up. “Did you sleep okay?”

You already felt yourself reddening as you nodded back at him.

“You know I don’t think I’ve ever met someone who’s that huge of a baby about thunderstorms, that was really something.”

Immediately a frown pulled at your lips and you let out a sound of disagreement, picking up the nearest pillow and launching it in his direction.

“Can you not go even one day without being a menace?” You groaned. “They’re just scary, it’s like being in a real life horror movie constantly waiting for the next jump scare. I hate it.”

“Yeah I could tell.” He giggled. “Are there any more irrational fears of yours I should know about? Need me to check the closet for monsters? Or under the bed?”

You groaned and pulled the blanket back over yourself. “I’m not that much of a wimp, it usually takes a lot more to scare me.”

“Yeah?” You heard him say and him and his phone flashlight were invading your space beneath his blanket.

Before you had any time to think his face was directly before yours, beneath his blankets, illuminated only by the faint glow of his phone somewhere among the mess of bedding. Your eyes were wide, unsure what he was doing or why. His face was serious, scanning yours intently. You were glad that the dim light hid most of the redness on your cheeks, but he didn’t need to see it to tell how flustered you were. Your lips were parted slightly, trying to find something to say, to question what he was doing, but nothing would come out. You watched as his eyes moved down to your lips, moving into a small smirk as he took in just how affected you were by it all already.

His eyes moved back up, locking with yours, and a loud clap had you screeching and falling back as Baekhyun burst into laughter.

This time you wouldn’t admit defeat so easily and you grabbed the closest pillow, a nice dense memory foam one, and whipped it across the air in front of you, landing square at the side of Baekhyun’s face.

You heard him grunt and brace himself against the mattress, but before you could celebrate your hit you were being struck yourself, the soft mass pushing you down to your side. You got a hold of yourself quickly and went back to offensive mode, trying to land another hit but Baekhyun was clever and dodged every swing of your (his) pillow.

You gave yourself a brief break to catch your breath between swings but Baekhyun quickly took the chance to land another hit, making you fall onto your back. You saw him getting close and started swinging again, but your movements were brought to a halt when he caught your wrist in one hand, holding it still. Baekhyun was giggling to himself like a madman, so amused by your struggling and fighting him, and you couldn’t help but smile as well.

With your free hand you reached and grabbed until you found something and when you landed a perfect hit, catching Baekhyin completely off guard, you let out a triumphant laugh. However, before you could even sit up fully to celebrate, Baekhyun’s hands covered both of your wrists, pinning them to the bed on either side of your pillow. You struggled for a moment, still giggling, squeezing your eyes shut and trying to escape his grip but he wasn’t going to let you go.

When you slowly opened your eyes Baekhyun was hovering directly over you, and you became all too aware of the situation you were in. You were already panting just from the pillow fight, but now your heart raced as well as you looked up at him, grinning down at you, hands firmly intertwined with yours as he continued to hold you down. He watched as your eyes opened and your face shifted, smile falling as you realized the position you were in. Baekhyun was on top of you, hovering over you, pinning you down to his bed. The room felt like it was becoming hotter with every passing second as you stared up at him helplessly.

“I win.” He whispered.

You scoffed, trying to act unaffected, but you knew he would see right through you. When you felt his grip on you loosen you sat up, turning away from him and pouting.

“You play dirty.”

“You’re just saying that ‘cause you lost.” He responded with a grin.

You narrowed your eyes at him, throwing one last pillow in his direction before finally getting up out of his bed. He was still chuckling to himself as you left his room for your own.

The bowl on your bed had a decent amount of water in it and you knew it would be a pain to get it fixed and clean your sheets. You had quite an annoying day ahead of you.

Once you’d finished getting ready and called the landlord, you made your way to the kitchen, surprised to see Baekhyun apparently already cooking something. To your surprise he had actually made breakfast for both of you, and as you walked into the kitchen a plate of food was shoved into your hands and Baekhyun was motioning for you to sit down with him. You let out a little sigh, but sat down with him nonetheless.

“What did the landlord say?” He eventually asked.

You let out a short dry laugh, rolling your eyes. “That he would ‘try and get around to it soon.’”

Baekhyun made a face, clearly displeased by what you’d said but the drama of it brought a smile to your lips. The two of you went on to make fun of the mean old man, and in no time Baekhyun had you laughing so hard you felt tears in your eyes.

He was having a great time as well, happily grinning at how easy it was to amuse you, and seeing him enjoying himself too made you feel wonderful. However what struck you the most about his behavior that morning was how he looked at you when neither of you were talking or laughing. Just seeing that frustratingly perfect face with a genuine smile, a smile reserved just for you, one that didn’t come from teasing or making fun of you, but just having fun together.

Despite the cool fuckboy persona he was starting to appear much more warm and soft to you. He was again wearing his glasses and combined with the oversized t-shirt and sweats he wore he really did look cute.

He was bringing the dishes to the kitchen when you asked him, “How come you never wear your glasses outside?”

You heard a small exhale of a laugh leave him before answering. “They look pretty stupid don’t you think?”

You frowned. “I like them.”

He looked at you with one eyebrow raised.

“I’m serious! They make you look less, I don’t know, douchey?”

At that he scoffed, a hand coming up to his face as he looked at you with fake shock and grief.

“Douchey? You think I look douchey??”

You were happily giggling at his reaction. “Are you kidding? With that hair and those stupid flamboyant outfits you always wear? Half the time you look like someone who would try to sell cheap cocaine on a cruise or something.”

“I look like a cheap drug dealer now? And the glasses are supposed to help with that?!”

The bewildered look on his face only served to satisfy you more as you shrugged at his question.

“When you’re dressed like a normal person and have the glasses on you’re almost kind of cute sometimes.” The words flew out of your mouth before you could stop them.

“Cute?”

Fuck. That wasn’t supposed to come out, not out loud at least. Sure, deep down you’d thought so for a while, but saying it straight to his face was downright mortifying. The last thing you needed was more reason for Baekhyun to tease you.

But that ship had long sailed when he saw the immediate look of regret on your face after you said it. The previous argument was long forgotten as he took in what you’d said, and how flustered you were about it now that he called you out. Your face had gone bright red, eyes wide as you stumbled over your words trying to make some sort of excuse for why you’d said it and failing horribly.

He really wouldn’t have thought twice about it if you hadn’t reacted the way you did, but seeing how you immediately seemed to freak out, he easily put two and two together. To say that it pleased him would be an understatement.

“You’re not falling for me now are you?” He taunted, a wicked grin on his lips and a mischievous look in his eyes.

You were too flabbergasted to even respond. Baekhyun noticed this too of course, and took good note of it.

“What is it? Hm? I’m right, aren't I?”

That was your last straw, and you got up to go to your room. “You’re crazy” was all you got out before closing the door.

Finally alone, you could properly begin to lose your mind. Why the fuck had you said that. You knew he’d never let it go, that was exactly why you so strongly opposed any sort of flirting when it came to him. For him to know just how much he got under your skin, and how you felt more and more drawn to him despite your best efforts, was your personal hell.

Baekhyun just stayed sitting at the table, chuckling to himself at how flustered you’d become. He wondered, if it would really be that bad an idea to try and start something with you. Of course he found you attractive, even more so than most of the girls he’d take home, but until recently it didn’t even seem like a possibility. But now, he thought, now things were different. It was pretty clear - you had a thing for him. But being roommates still complicated things.

A few days later your birthday came, which you’d been looking forward to since leaving home for the semester. It would be the first time having your family visit you there, and they promised you a nice dinner and upcoming weekend together. You didn’t have the perfect family by any means, and in fact things often weren’t so great with them, but you were still excited to see them after being apart so long.

You’d made this clear to Baekhyun, who promised to stay out of your hair while they were visiting. Not only to give you more time for your family, but so they wouldn’t raise any questions about you living with a guy. You knew how your family liked to make a big deal of those types of things.

Your birthday fell on a Friday, and they were flying in that afternoon to spend the weekend in town. All day you ran around the apartment, making sure it was spotless for when they arrived. Baekhyun was still home, but he had his own plans to go out later and crash with some friends.

When it started getting a little later in the day, you wondered why they hadn’t texted you yet, about their flight or your birthday or anything. It wasn’t like they were the types to constantly text anyway, but it was still odd.

At 4pm, when their flight was supposed to land and you still hadn’t heard anything, you decided to call. For all you knew they still needed you to pick them up from the airport. However when your mother picked up, your worries were only confirmed.

She greeted you with a “sorry sweetie” and you knew they weren’t coming. They’d missed their flight, and not even for any good reason, they just didn’t plan ahead, at all. Rebooking costs money, so they called the whole thing off.

“We didn’t want to bother you about it” She’d said on the phone. “You can just go out with your friends now, I’m sure you’re already doing that anyway!”

You told her you would, and that it was alright, and then you hung up and changed out of your nice clothes into sweats. She didn’t need to know that you still hadn’t made any new friends at college.

What a birthday, you thought, as you made your way to the kitchen to make your own dinner, instead of eating out at your favorite restaurant. Too upset and lazy to cook, you ended up just grabbing a tub of ice cream.

Baekhyun was rummaging around in his room, getting his things together for his weekend out as you plopped yourself down on the couch, turning on your favorite movie. You thought about telling him that he didn’t need to leave anymore, but he’d seemed pretty excited to get out for the weekend, so you let him be.

What you didn’t expect was how he looked at you when he realized you weren’t going anywhere, eyes full of concern. As soon as he came out into the living room where you were curled up on the sofa, he asked what happened.

“They’re not coming anymore.” You said simply.

“What? But it’s your birthday.”

“Yeah.”

“So you’re gonna sit at home alone and eat an entire tub of ice cream when you should be out having the time of your life?”

“Pretty much.”

Baekhyun frowned. He could tell that you were upset, really upset. He’d seen you cry that one time you yelled at him, but this felt different. He couldn’t see any tears but you just looked… empty, and he knew that was somehow much worse.

“Have fun with your friends later.” You eventually let out quietly, standing up and grabbing your ice cream to hide out in your room for the rest of the evening.

“But if you’re not-”

“Baekhyun, please, just go.”

He could hear how defeated you were, and he knew he wasn’t going anywhere, not when you were alone like this on your birthday. He’d been looking forward to spending the weekend with his buddies, sure, but they could wait.

Rather than arguing, he just walked into the kitchen, grabbed a bottle of liquor, and poured two shots. After downing them both, he poured two more and brought them to you.

“It seems I can’t drive so I guess I’ll have to stay in tonight.” He said before setting both small glasses on the coffee table, sitting down and pulling you onto the couch with him.

You sighed, ignoring both glasses for the time being. “What are you doing?”

He didn’t answer your question, instead grabbing your ice cream and putting it back in the freezer.

“Hey! I was-”

“What’s that restaurant you were gonna go to?”

“Huh?”

“You mentioned something about how you were gonna go to dinner at your favorite restaurant tonight.”

“Yeah, well, not anymore.” You mumbled.

“The name, y/n. Just tell me what the place is called.”

You did, and he sat back down next to you, pulling up a delivery app on his phone.

“Come on, you really don’t have to do this, just have your friends come get you or something.”

“Already told them I wasn’t gonna make it. What do you wanna order?”

He wasn’t taking no for an answer, clearly, and you groaned. As nice as it was, spending your birthday with him wasn’t exactly what you’d imagined either, but it was still better than sulking all evening by yourself. Unfortunately though, just the idea of that, and how depressing it was, was enough to have you start choking up.

“Baekhyun, I- I think I just wanna be alone.” You tried to sound strong, but the shakiness in your voice was unmistakable, you were gonna cry.

It’s not that you actually wanted him gone, you just didn’t want to have to sit with the fact that he was the only person who was there for you at that moment. But Baekhyun saw the way your eyes glazed over as tears threatened to spill.

“Bullshit.” He said, grabbing the two shot glasses and holding them up to you, staring you straight in the eyes as he spoke. “You’re gonna drink these, I’m gonna order you your favorite meal, and we’ll have a nice evening together here at home, okay?”

“But-”

“No buts.”

His eyes were still fixed on your own when you glanced down at the two shot glasses in his hands.

It was either this or crying alone so you grabbed both glasses, quickly downing one after the other, grimacing at the lingering burn.

“See, isn’t that better.”

“Tastes like shit.”

“It’s vodka.” He chuckled.

It got quiet and he was still sitting next to you, looking at you with concern, and you couldn’t hold it in any longer. That was when it really hit you, that you weren’t spending your birthday with your family, or any friends, just him. At the first sob the flood gates seemed to shatter, and you let it all go, crying freely.

He wasted no time pulling you in, giving you a shoulder to cry on. As he rubbed your back, trying to comfort you, you tried to piece together how you’d gotten there.

“Why are you doing this?” You asked to the best of your abilities, still crying.

“You deserve better than to be left alone on your birthday, and I still owe you for how much of an ass I’ve been to you.” He replied softly, doing his best to try and comfort you. He waited, staying just like that until he could tell the tears were starting to slow down.

“What happened?” He finally asked. “Why couldn’t they make it?”

You took a deep breath before answering him. “They missed their flight, they were already running late, and they didn’t take into account how long security can take.”

“That’s it?”

You just shrugged. “I shouldn’t have gotten my hopes up, they’ve never been very reliable.”

Baekhyun didn’t want to overstep, but the more you said the more concerned he became.

“They’re your family, you should be able to count on them to show up for your birthday.”

All you could do was sigh, you knew he was right of course, but that was just the way things were in your family.

“They completely forgot about it a few times when I was growing up.”

“That’s awful.”

“Yeah well you’d think I’d be used to it by now.”

Baekhyun still didn’t like what you were telling him and he couldn’t help but worry, but he didn’t want you to spend your birthday sulking either so he changed the subject.

“You never told me what you wanted to order.”

“You really don’t have to, that place is kind of expensive and I wouldn’t want you to-”

“Y/n.” He interrupted, smiling, still trying to lighten the mood. “Just tell me what to order or I’ll pick the most expensive thing on the menu for you.”

“Okay, okay, fine, but next weekend I’m ordering in for us.”

Baekhyun agreed and soon the food was on its way, and you both tuned back into the movie you’d put on. It arrived soon enough and as you both started eating, you became too engrossed in conversation to pay any attention to the TV. The alcohol definitely helped you both let loose a little, and any filter you usually had around him flew out the door. Talking to him like this was easy, and eventually you even started bringing up your ex, someone you’d never mentioned to anyone after the breakup.

“What happened?” Baekhyun eventually asked you.

You took a second to gather your thoughts before responding, knowing that saying it out loud would bring back some of the pain.

“I still don’t know, and that’s what sucks. It was all going great, and then all the sudden it just wasn’t. I asked him, but I could tell he always just made excuses. It drove me insane, constantly wondering what I did wrong, and I still think about it. I never got closure. I really don’t wanna go through that again, that’s why I’ve never had guys over or anything.”

Baekhyun stared for a second, and you could almost see the gears turning in his head.

“What a pussy.”

You almost choked on your drink as he said it.

“I mean, if you’re gonna leave someone, at least tell them why so they can move on. If I had to guess he probably knew he did something shitty and just didn’t wanna own up to it. At least I tell the girls I sleep with upfront that it’s a one night thing.”

“What a saint you are.” You rolled your eyes. Baekhyun definitely was not the sensitive type, but you still somehow appreciated his words.

“I’m serious! People just have to be honest with each other.”

“I guess that’s true.”

It got silent for a minute, and you were about to turn your attention back to the movie when he spoke up again.

“I’m sorry by the way.”

“What for?”

“Making fun of you, for not getting laid, I didn’t know you’d been through all that and that was shitty of me.”

You just shrugged. “You couldn’t have known.”

“Still, I shouldn’t have taunted you about it the way I did, that was cruel.”

Thinking back on it, you remembered just how much his words had played with your head. Of course sleeping with him was off the table, but how he’d mentioned it had been so nonchalant, you couldn’t help but feel like he might’ve actually meant it. That idea in itself made your skin heat up.

“Did you actually mean everything you said?”

“What do you mean, “everything?”

“The part at the end on that day I made us pasta.” You whispered.

Baekhyun failed to fight back a grin. “I don’t think I remember, what exactly was it that I said?“

Of course that was a lie, the smug look on his face was more than enough to give it away.

“Oh fuck off you know what I’m talking about.”

“Ok fine maybe I do vaguely remember something from that night.”

“Oh yeah?”

“I don’t lie. I may word things a bit crudely to get a rise out of you, but that doesn’t mean it’s not true.”

You swallowed. With the alcohol helping a fair amount to get the words out, you finally asked. “So you’ve thought about sleeping with me?”

Baekhyun simply shrugged and nodded. You kept looking at him, waiting for him to elaborate.

“We live together, so it always seemed like a bad idea, but sure I’ve thought about it.”

Baekhyun hadn’t been expecting this at all. Even when he apologized for his taunting you, he wasn’t trying to bring up sex or anything. As far as he’d been concerned, that was still off limits, but the more you talked he realized that maybe things were changing.

“How often?”

“How often do I think about fucking you?”

“Mhm.” You barely hum in agreement.

Before answering you he began to move closer, until his thigh was pressed against yours and his face was close enough to feel the warmth of his breath. You were getting dizzy.

“You really wanna know?” Baekhyun knew that if he was gonna be honest, he had to accept the consequences.

Words wouldn’t form, so you just gave him a small nod.

“Every day, since I moved in.”

Despite the surprise evident on your face, you didn’t back away from him. Baekhyun knew that this was his chance, and he took it.

His lips met yours with force, finally allowing himself to press his body against your own. The way Baekhyun's hand moved to hold your jaw, keeping your lips connected, was enough to have you gasping for air. It felt like a switch had flipped, and all your pent up desire for him was finally let loose. There was no more holding back.

This was so, so, wrong. But fuck, did it feel good.

He grinned when you pulled away to get rid of your shirt, before climbing onto his lap. As you leaned back in to find his lips again, his hands placed themselves firmly on your ass, pushing you further against him.

You whined when Baekhyun pulled away, eyes meeting your own. “How often do you think about fucking me?” He said it in the same annoying, taunting tone you’d gotten so accustomed to, but this time, for the first time, it just made you want to wrap yourself around him even more.

“Every time I touch myself.” You replied, already far too turned on to be bashful.

“Fuck..” The low groan that escaped him told you just how much he appreciated your answer to his question.

His lips began to leave marks along your jaw, until you felt his tongue just under your ear, and then he was standing up, your legs wrapping around his hips. He walked you through the apartment, until he was sitting down again on his bed.

“How do you picture me fucking you?”

His breath against your ear made you shiver, and you took a deep breath to steady yourself.

“First, with your mouth, until you can’t take it anymore and once you’re inside, you don’t hold back.”

Baekhyun leaned back just enough to meet your eyes, narrowing them at you. “until I can’t take it anymore?”

One second you were perched on his lap, and the next you were pinned underneath him, unable to do anything but stare back up at him. “I think you’re underestimating me baby.”

You weren’t sure what came over you, but you found yourself smirking right back at him. “Then prove it.”

Not even a second later, his fingers had your bra falling from your shoulders, and his mouth latched on to the sensitive skin hidden beneath. The other hand quickly reached the waistband of your sweats, pushing beneath and pulling a gasp from you as his hand settled between your thighs.

“Aww, you’re already so wet for me.” He mumbled into the skin of your chest as his fingers found the wet spot in your underwear.

“Can you shut up and touch me already.” His teasing, as vexing as it was, could wait. You just needed his hands on you.

But Baekhyun wasn’t having any of it. His hand disappeared from between your legs and instead moved to your bare chest, as well as his mouth.

“What was that, baby?” He mumbled into the soft skin, kissing and pinching your nipples, further amplifying the need for him elsewhere.

“Fuck, Byun, just get on with it, please.”

With that, he pulled away completely.

“You want me to show you great sex?” He questioned, propped up on his arms, gazing down at you.

“Yes,” you answered quietly.

“Then be patient, the longer you can be patient, the better it’ll feel when I finally let you have it, isn’t that right baby?”

“You’re mean.” You pouted, you knew he was right, but you didn’t know how much more of this you could take.

“I’m not mean, I just want to make you feel good.”

You were about to make another bratty comment but the words got lost when you finally felt his fingers wander to the waistband of your underwear. You held your breath as he pulled them down and off your legs along with your sweats, and finally, the tip of his finger was on your clit.

At first it was barely there, still leaving you whining for more, arching to push yourself further into his hand. Baekhyun continued like that for a while, enjoying how easily he could make your body squirm underneath him, bare chest flushed pink, begging for more.

You nearly cried with joy when he started kissing down your body, until his fingers were replaced with his mouth, messily licking and sucking at your swollen clit. The pressure was finally enough to have your stomach tightening, and you knew if he kept it up, you would finally get the release you so craved.

This time Baekhyun didn’t relent, and you felt your mind fill with a thick haze, nothing but pleasure filling your nerves. He was talented, without a doubt, as his tongue brought you closer and closer to bliss.

When he felt your thighs begin to shake, he took it as his cue to push one finger inside, pumping into you slowly as his mouth continued its attention on your clit.

It was absolutely divine, but somehow still not enough, you felt so close, but he was going just barely too slow, licking and sucking barely too soft to set you off, leaving you right on the edge.

“Do you want to come?” He asked, barely lifting his face from your pussy.

“Yes, fuck, yes.”

Finally, he gave you what you needed. He added another finger, pressing into you over and over, sucking feverishly on your sensitive nub, and all at once, you fell.

A loud whine filled the room, and your body shook as Baekhyun pulled you through your first orgasm of the night. Mind blank, sweating, and panting, you lay there, enjoying every ripple of pleasure that rang through you as your high took hold.

His face and hand only left when you started to twitch, overstimulation making you sensitive.

Baekhyun sat up and felt himself throbbing at the sight of you, completely fucked out. He was far from done with you.

“Good?” He asked, but he knew didn’t need to. He just wanted to hear you say it.

“Mhm, so fucking good.”

“You want more?”

Smiling at him, you nodded. Baekhyun finally got up to remove his own clothes, and you watched as more and more of his smooth sunkissed skin came into view. You’d seen him shirtless before, and you could assume from the volume of his overnight guests that he was probably pretty big, but when he joined you on the bed, completely bare, you still felt short of breath. He wasted no time positioning himself between your thighs, and the heat and weight of him above you made you even needier.

This was somehow so much better than what you imagined when you were alone. The need for him was almost unbearable, and you didn’t even want to think about the mess you were probably making, just from how wet he made you.

Baekhyun on the other hand, was obsessed, gathering as much as he could on his fingers, before pushing them into his mouth.

“You taste so good when you cum.” He whispered, and his mouth was on yours, tongues dancing with an impatient urgency.

“Are you gonna fuck me now?”

You could feel how hard he was, and you knew you were more than ready yourself.

“What happened to being patient?” He was smiling sweetly at you as he said it, but your heart still dropped. His hard cock was already between your thighs, so close to where you needed him, but he didn’t move.

“Fuck being patient, I just need you inside me.”

Finally, his cock slid between your folds, but he only nudged his tip against your clit.

Baekhyun could’ve gone on like that for hours, intoxicated by the view of you beneath him. Your heavy panting, whining, and begging him, while you arched and squirmed, trying anything to get more contact.

“Be a good girl and wait just a little longer, and I’ll give you what you want.”

All you could get out was a small moan of disapproval, but you didn’t dare talk back.

He kept on teasing you, sliding his tip up and down your clit, slowly enough that it only made you need him more. It was torturous.

“Think you’re ready for me?”

“Fuck, yes.”

“What’s the magic word?”

“Please?”

He grinned, “good girl.”

He put one hand on your waist, and the other on his length, and finally, you felt him push inside.

As much as you’d needed him, the stretch was still overwhelming. He was big, and it had been a while for you, so he started slow. He could see how your eyes squeezed shut, powering through the initial discomfort, until his hips were flush with yours, completely inside you.

As much as he’d taunted you, Baekhyun was having trouble holding himself back now. He knew you needed time to get used to his size, but going slow felt almost impossible. He leaned up, watching as he pulled out, before taking his time pushing back in, groaning at the sight of his cock disappearing inside your pussy.

He stayed like that, rolling his hips into you at a leisurely pace, eyes flickering between your flushed face and his length as he pumped into you. With every thrust you felt him hit your sweet spot, your moans letting him know how incredible he made you feel.

Just as you were getting used to his size, he pulled out completely, pressing one hand to your lower belly.

He pushed inside again slowly, and the added pressure of his hand was divine. Baekhyun could feel himself filling you up under his palm, groaning with satisfaction, and finally he picked up the pace, unable to hold back any longer.

The added pressure of his hand combined with his punishing thrusts rendered you completely mindless, every thought unrelated to him and how amazing his cock felt quickly vanishing. You lay there as he pounded you, and in no time a burning hot pressure took you over, unlike anything you’d felt before. His size and his hand on your belly made him hit your sweet spot harder than anything you’d felt before, and all at once, it pushed you into euphoria.

If you didn’t know any better you would’ve thought you’d just died and went to heaven. The orgasm he pulled from you was beyond overwhelming, and you couldn’t even register how loud you cried out his name, and how much liquid was suddenly on his bed, and between your thighs.

Baekhyun kept pounding you through it, moaning at the way you squeezed him and gushed all over his cock when you came. Of course this was what he’d been aiming for, but he was still impressed when he got to see the way your eyes fluttered and body twitched in reaction to his torment.

“Fuck, fuck, slow down.” You eventually gasped, barely getting the words out. Finally he pulled out, wet cock slapping lewdly against his abs.

When you finally found the energy to open your eyes and look at him, you were shocked to see his midsection completely wet, along with the sheets between your thighs.

Baekhyun saw the look on your face, and before you could say anything his hand was on your jaw and his lips were moving against your own. The kiss was dirty and sloppy and absolutely perfect and when he’d finally had enough, he pulled away just enough to speak.

“That was so hot you have no fucking idea.”

All that would come out of you was a sound somewhere between a whine and a moan, knowing by the sight of his very much still hard cock, that this wasn’t the end yet.

For a good few minutes Baekhyun just stared, entranced by the sight of you like this, and all because of him.

“Nobody can fuck you like I can, right baby?”

A lazy nod was all you could muster up in response. He was already the best you’d ever had, and he wasn’t even done with you. Your words of confirmation had his heart rate picking up for a moment, a feeling he wasn’t at all used to.

“Think you can handle more?”

“Fuck, yes.”

He smiled down at you, and next thing he was standing, pulling you towards him at the edge of his bed, where he stood between your parted legs.

When he started with the same torturous teasing from earlier, running the head of his cock between your folds, without giving you what he knew you wanted, you almost cried. Baekhyun saw the way your lip quivered with how badly you needed him, and the shocks that ran through you when he would nudge against your clit.

You knew you were utterly pitiful, completely at his mercy, and you didn’t try to fight it. No amount of begging would make him give in, if anything he would take more time, just to hear you whine his name even more. Baekhyun was addicted, basking in the feeling, never wanting it to end, but even he lost his patience.

The tears finally spilled over when you felt him push forward, filling you to the brim once again. They continued to fall as he started to move, the satisfaction of finally being fucked by him again letting everything go.

He moved your legs to his shoulders, getting an even better angle, and his own restraint went out the window. His thrusts got even more punishing, leaving you with little to do aside from call out his name, and nearly tear his sheets with how hard you gripped them.

Baekhyun couldn’t remember ever feeling this crazy, this entranced by a girl. The way you took him, hugging his cock tightly and moaning his name, felt like his own personal brand of drug.

“Who does your pussy belong to?”

“Y-you.”

“Say it again.”

“You, Baekhyun, fuck.”

One slender hand moved to let his thumb play with your clit, and you were gone. You saw white and your ears rang as you came one final time, almost screaming at the intensity of it.

Baekhyun was losing control, thrusts becoming less and less consistent, until the sight of you coming and the feeling of your pussy squeezing him sent him into the abyss soon after. You felt him shudder as he came, breathing rapidly, gasping to catch his breath.

You were still floating on your own little cloud of post orgasmic bliss, legs hanging off the edge of the bed, body completely limp, when you felt him collapse onto the bed next to you. He pulled you up the bed and towards him, bringing you to him for a deep and needy kiss.

It wasn’t until then that Baekhyun played back what he’d said to you, how possessive he’d become. It was a new feeling, but he didn’t dislike it at all, it was comforting. To hear your praise for him, your need and desire for him, and only him, made his head spin.

“I think I really like you, Y/N.”

“Huh?”

“I think, I want to be the only person who gets to sleep with you.”

Your face was close enough to his to feel his breath on your lips, and his eyes never left your own as he said it.

“Like, my boyfriend?”

He nodded, “if you’ll let me.”

Baekhyun, your roommate who pissed you off so incredibly badly in the past, was now asking to be your boyfriend.

“You really mean that?”

“Why would I say it if I didn’t? I know we’re roommates and I wasn’t always good to you, but I like you, and I want to see where this takes us, if you feel the same way.”

Your mind still wasn’t completely cleared after the intense pleasure he’d provided you, but you also knew that this couldn’t be the last time you slept together, it was too good to just walk away from. You wanted, needed, to feel it again, and again, and you realized you did genuinely care for him. After all, he’d been there for you when nobody else was.

His smile when you nodded in agreement lit up the whole room, and you felt it on his lips when he kissed you again.

“If you’re gonna be my boyfriend, you’ll have to get rid of that ridiculous hair though.”

He rolled his eyes, but still agreed. “For you, I’ll do it. No way I could say no to my beautiful girlfriend on her birthday.”

You giggled, and he kept kissing you, and you looked forward to many many more nights like this with him. Baekhyun, your annoying, gorgeous, wonderful lover.

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cockasinthebird · 5 years ago

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“I pray you, do not fall in love with me, for I am falser than vows made in wine.” -William Shakespeare, As You Like It, Act 3 Scene 5

Brown and blue both stare up at the many a love declarations on the underside of the bleachers of Hawkins High. Football practice has begun, along with their ever so faithful cheerleaders, and while Robin was here just for how short those skirts went, Steve was here for both those legs, and the sweaty muscles of the blonde haired quarter back; how he shone like diamonds underneath the ruthless summer sky.

Robin hands him the roach, and he has possibly never felt more at peace than now, in the shade with the occasional breeze. But of course, he thought so every time the two of them decided to get high and lie in the grass.

“Tommy + Carol 4 Ever,” Steve reads out loud. “Fucking asshole.”

“Aw, does poor Steve still feel abandoned?” Robin pouts falsely and puts both hands behind her head.

“Shithead was my best friend for most of our lives, and now he's off somewhere licking Billy Hargrove's boot.” He frowns whilst pressing the final embers of their joint into the grass.

“You're just jealous,” she laughs mockingly at him and turns her head to peek out through the seats.

And Steve leans up on his elbows to look past her and in the same direction, to where he sees Billy Hargrove tearing off his helmet with a victorious smile, mullet done up in a low bun, bangs clinging wetly to his forehead.

“Fuck no,” he lies.

“Come on, Dingus.” Robin knocks their shoes together. “You know you can't lie to me.”

“I can try,” he huffs a laugh and looks at how she mimics him genuinely.

“You think I got it any better?” her laugh turns to a scoff and points up. “Tammy Thompson loves John Johnson.” And there's a deep silence for a few short seconds as she keeps her finger in the direction of that etching. “Who the fuck names their child John Johnson?”

Steve cannot contain his chortle, and she is right behind with her usual snort; the one that only comes forth when they're this high.

“It would be like-” Steve takes a deep inhale. “If you were named Robin Robinson!”

“Or you Steve Stevenson!”

“Is that a real name?!”

“Y-yes?” Robin fights against the grin that wants to spread all too wide, and looks at him. “Robert Louis Stevenson!”

“Who?” Steve keeps breathing slowly to try and calm down from something that isn't actually that funny, but when you got bloodshot eyes like these, everything is.

“The famous writer? He wrote Treasure Island and Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde.”

Steve leans up on his elbows again to stare down at her with the most bewildered look this illiterate teen can manage. “Mr Hyde as in... our chemistry teacher?”

“Oh...” Robin's blue blue eyes grow as wide as they can. “My God... Steve... No wonder you're failing literally every class.”

And his expression falls from confused to somewhat offended, but it is the inevitable truth. “It's fine,” he says with nary a worry, “I will get a job at my father's office as... I dunno, coffee guy? Mailman?”

“You really think he'd put you in charge of something as important as their postal service?”

Rather than come up with a sensible reply to that remark, he simply grabs a fistful of grass and throws it at her.

He smiles, she laughs, and the both of them settle down once more with only the loud cheers from the girls in uniform to fill the comfortable silence they find themselves in again, as they continue reading everything that's been carved and written into the far too old wood.

Steve's name can be found numerous times, both in forms of compliments-

“I wish Steve Harrington would notice me.”

“Mrs Harrington is my dream job.”

“Steve Harrington the Keg King.”

All surrounded by hearts.

On one step it reads, “Steve 'The Hair' Harrington” in suspiciously familiar handwriting.

He used to bring girls down here, too, and would have them watch as he reached high above them and wrote his name + theirs.

Steve + Laurie. Crossed out. Steve + Amy. Crossed out. Steve + Becky. Crossed out.

He never got to bring Nancy here. Brought Robin here originally for the same reason as the rest, but she was quick to tell him the truth as he stood too close.

At least they remained friends.

“Is your name up there somewhere?” he asks her, having never actually found it.

“I'm a band dweeb, what do you think?” she sighs but acts like it doesn't bother her.

“Do you want it to be?”

“Nope,” she lies and pops the p.

And of course he doesn't believe her, but he considers himself too nice to press her on any of it.

Silence drags on for what feels like eternity crammed into one minute, and he's got something on his mind, but has absolutely no clue how to work it into conversation all casual like, because it's kinda a big deal, but he doesn't want to seem a fool for thinking so.

So he tries to just flat out say it, “Robin?”

“Steve.”

“You're... smart, right?” He feels himself failing at just saying what he's thinking.

“Smarter than you, although that's not saying much,” she chuckles out and looks to him, but he seems... nervous, and she stops. “What's up, dingus?”

“I... I got a note in my locker today, and I don't really know what it means,” Steve speaks hesitantly and rips small pieces off of a blade of grass.

Robin's brows quirks up. “Oh? And you want me to decipher it for you?”

He sits up far too fast, and even though his body remains still, the world spins for longer than what is possible. “Would you?” There is such a brightness to his tone.

“Sure, what does it say?” She gets up as well and crosses her legs.

Steve fishes out a paper that has become impossibly crumbled up in his front pocket, to a point where the letters written in beautiful cursive is almost unintelligible.

“I love you more than words can wield the matter; dearer than eyesight, space and liberty.”

And while she turns the paper around and re-reads those words, Steve stares unblinkingly so at her.

“So?” he finally asks, bursting with anticipation.

“So, it's a love letter.” She hands it back, and he looks at the paper with such admiration, as if he had forgotten he was worthy of such, just to be reminded of it now. “It's Shakespeare, King Lear. It means that she loves you more than words can describe.”

At that he looks up, beaming with elation as he asks for reassurance, “Seriously?”

“Yup.” She is clearly far less excited, but there's optimism to her tone, to know that he might find what they're both longing for, whether out loud or in secret.

“Someone wrote me a love note...” His smile wide with shocked disbelief.

“Congratulations.” She rolls her eyes although with raised lips, and lies down again.

The very next day, shortly after lunch has begun, he finds another in his locker and runs to where Robin would be eating her lunch alone in the unattended library.

Steve slams down the paper in front of her, and she pauses just before biting into her boring ham sandwich.

“Well well well lover boy,” she mocks lightly and places her food back down on the tray. “I assume you're in need of my service once again?”

The chair next to her screeches across the floor as he sits down with a hard bump. “Yes, and it's the same handwriting as last, so that means it's the same girl, right?”

“Hey now, I haven't agreed to anything yet!” She slaps her hand down on top of the paper, and smirks. “I will help you with this, again, if you buy me pizza after school.”

“Yeah, deal, whatever, just-” He gestures wildly to the neatly folded paper. “Tell me what it means!”

Robin shakes her head and slumps back into her seat; slipping down a bit with her legs splayed out all comfortable and taking up far too much space.

“Love is blind, and lovers cannot see, the pretty follies that themselves commit.”

She nods for a moment in thought, fully ignoring the way Steve's eyes could drill holes in her skull.

“I think it's from The Merchant of Venice. It means... something like, how love makes you act different?”

And since she seems satisfied with that, nods more and lets out a little “Yeah,” so is he.

“Okay, so, someone that acts differently around me?”

Robin taps her temple with a blackened nail and continues nodding like it's all he understands. Still, to ensure he gets her point, says, “You got it.”

Now it is his turn to slump into his chair, but far more confused. “How... how am I supposed to know that they act differently around me? Isn't that how I'll always have seen them, then?”

She raises her brows at that and sits up a bit more straight. “How astute!”

As if he knows what that means.

Through the weekend he waits on his bed, each note in hand and smiling so wide his cheeks grow sore.

Two love letters in two days? They are meant for him, right? This girl didn't accidentally put it in the wrong locker, right?

Steve catches himself briefly hoping she's beautiful, but pushes that aside by the fact that she's so poetically inclined, so sweet and shy that her looks hardly matters, for her choice of words warms his heart and makes it beat in a way that he has oh so missed.

Another thought is what if it's Robin, but he shakes his head violently at that stupid little thing, because no, she's his best friend and that's all they'll ever be, and he truly is happy with that. But everyone gets wrong and bad ideas from time to time, so he won't fault himself for her name popping up, as he mentally goes through a list of all the girls he knows. Or thinks he knows.

And though he tries to distract himself with TV and swimming in his pool and letting Robin paint his toenails, Monday always feels so far away.

It is the first thing he does when he shows up at school; pushes his way through his peers to fling open his locker, and sure enough a little note slips out.

He skims it for just a second before he rushes off to stand by Robin's locker for when she eventually moves to it and shoves him aside.

“Another?” she asks with her head in her locker as she rummages for gum.

“I knew she was gonna leave me another! I could feel it in my body the entire weekend!” his tone pitched high with excitement.

“Ew, gross, I don't need to know that!” she jokes and yanks it from his grasp.

“Come what sorrow can, it cannot countervail the exchange of joy, that one short minute gives me in her sight.”

And Steve folds it, lovingly so, before placing it inside his wallet, and thankfully he doesn't have to wait long for a more modern translation of it.

“Something something about how her pain and misery goes away in your presence; in the presence of a loved one. Romeo and Juliet, which is not a happy love story!” she says ardently and points a stern finger at him for emphasis.

“Okay, but does that mean we have classes together at least then?” Steve shrugs and runs a hand through his shiny hair.

“Probably? Or maybe some extra curricular activity,” Robin's tone careless and she starts down the hall, with Steve right behind.

“But the only other extra whatever I take is basket.”

“So maybe your admirer is a guy.”

He shakes his head with conviction. “Nah, I doubt that completely, I mean you've seen the handwriting! And what guy is into Shakespeare?”

“Anything is possible Steve, don't be so close minded.”

For once he is early to first-period history class, and he sits on the desk Robin usually occupies, to which she responds with throwing her bag into his lap, accompanied by a cocked brow and strong stare.

Steve doesn't say a thing, simply lifts up a fourth note, and she snags with from his fingers with an exasperated sigh.

“I would not wish any companion in the world but you.”

She groans out loud now and pushes him off of her table. “Come on dingus, this one is easy! You cannot be this stupid.”

“Just tell me what it is!” he says as he shuffles into the seat in front of hers.

“She only wants you, no one else, Jesus.”

“Oh,” he breathes out, his wide grin that of pure joy, and although this is a tiring thing to be bothered with every day now, she does appreciate his happiness to some extend.

Wednesday morning Robin is already by Steve's locker, arms crossed and a friendly smile painted across her face.

“Let's see what your stalker has come up with this time,” she says and leans away so that he can twist the lock in the right order.

And today it is a far shorter note.

“Love hath made thee a tame snake.”

She doesn't bother waiting before saying, “Love will humble and soften even the most hardened individual.” And there's a glint in her eyes, so short and easily missed, revealing that she might have an idea as to which hardened individual this could be. Not that she hadn't thought about him before already.

For she had seen his copy of As You Like It by Shakespeare fall from his bag in English Literature, but it is not her place to out anyone.

“That's a weird one, right?” His brows furrowed as he awaits affirmation. “Hardened individual? What does that even mean?”

“Steve, I-” She rubs her eyes hard and nods. “Yeah, it is a weird one. But it probably means someone who's acting tough, but in truth softens around you.”

He folds it back up and slips it into his wallet together with the other four.

“Tomorrow, then,” Robin says and pats his shoulder a few times before heading to class.

Steve stays still for a moment, looking at how the five notes stretches the leather of his wallet. His thumb runs over their ripped edges, all seemingly from the same piece of paper, thinking about the dainty fingers that must hold the ballpoint pen to write him such loving words.

Cheeks flushed, smile tender, eyes soft, he wanders towards class as well.

Months ago when he and Robin became best friends, she took a very slight interest in him and his education, because he very clearly needs help with school, and she's suspicious of the fact that he might be dyslexic, but when asked about it he gets mad.

So instead she demands food and favors from him whenever he starts screwing up in school again, starts falling behind, or shows up late to class. And of course he has slept through his alarm for the first time in weeks on this Thursday, the one day of two where they have first-period together, and now he'll have to pay for dinner at the diner, but he has a good excuse!

Sat up all night with several books written by none other than William Shakespeare that he had checked out at the library.

He's hungry and tired and in a goddamn hurry to get to class ASAP; the hallways empty and silent save for the occasional teacher yelling at an unruly student, but even that he can hardly hear over the beating of his heart, which is just great, because now he'll spend all day with floppy hair and reeking of sweat.

He just has to make a quick stop by his locker to see if there's a new note, the only thing that truly matters and overshadows the importance of getting passing grades or upholding his deal with Robin.

Around the next corner and... and...

And it never dawned on him at any point, even with Robin's constant droning of “Guys can read Shakespeare, too!” that his secret admirer might not be a girl at all. Maybe he was just so stuck in the expected reality of the world, the one he's so used to, before Robin helped him see the light, to help him realize that there's other options than gay or straight.

No he never even bothered thinking that way, till he sees Billy Hargrove slip something into his locker.

#Harringrove #My Writing #Steve Harrington #Robin Buckley #Billy Hargrove #Shakespeare #Fluffy fluff fluff #pining #I got drunk last night and listened to #twelfth night #And was like #Poet Billy? Poet Billy.#I think I've seen some other people talk about their love for that #and altho out of character imo #it was nice and fun #I write a lot of smut so stuff like this is RARE and a breath of fresh air to me #10/10 would write Poet Billy again #Also dumbass oblivious Steve #too much fun

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missinghan · 5 years ago

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dandelion ⤖ hwang hyunjin

❖ genre : strangers to lovers!au; fluff; angst

❖ word count : 12,2k.

❖ warning : explicit language

❖ summary : it’s funny how you’ve been second-guessing every single thing in life to the T but the only thing you didn’t just happens to be running after a total stranger named Hwang Hyunjin.

one.

“And that, my friend, is the end of the chapter. See, that wasn’t so hard, you just need to pay more attention to the details.” Minho shuts his textbook closed and grins at you from your laptop screen.

Your typical Monday starts with online school and ends with Lee Minho since your non-existent brain cells furiously agree to comprehend zero ounce of what your teacher rambled about accounting. Being the sly snake that he is, Minho ‘kindly’ offered you a weekly tutor session with him. Kindly, that is. And you simply cannot see that specific word in his less than appropriate vocabulary when all he did for the past ninety minutes was repeating the same damn things that your teacher did last week.

You groan rather quietly. “How am I supposed to pay more attention to them when they’re so fucking small ?” And you don’t even have to think twice to see that smug smile appearing on your friend’s face.

One that pops up whenever he’s clinging onto Han Jisung’s back like the sloth that he is, one that also occurs when he’s mentally prepare himself to clapping back at you with the most obnoxious yet witty comment that’s gonna make you wanna jump through the laptop screen and strangle him until he begs you to stop.

“Well, aren’t you being unreasonable ?” Minho tuts. “In fact, the smallest details are by far the most important.” You can’t help but scowl when he’s talking all calmly in his wisdom glory as if he’s Sherlock Holmes and you’re John Waston, running after him from one place to another as he keeps lecturing you and acting all mysterious with his stupid deerstalker.

As if he’s asking you to examine a dead body with grand conclusions and spits at you afterwards “Nice one John, you missed every single essential detail that’d give us a lead, again.” A stark contrast compared to when he’s yelling and running around spontaneously. Tsk, so unnecessary.

You feel a rush of air rising up in your rib cage as you cough harshly into the sleeves of your shirt. “Alright— smartie pants, how about you— go find Han and just make— out on Changbin’s expensive leather couch, yeah ?” You say between coughs, hand reaching for the oxygen tubes that’s carelessly thrown on the side of your bed.

The boys always come over to Changbin’s place for a movie night every Monday. You believe that they’re planning on seeing the sequel of ‘Jumanji’ to switch it up instead of watching Woojin’s sappy dramas. How fitting.

Minho pouts. “Come on sour patch, don’t be mad. I didn’t mean to point out how much of a dumbass you are.” And it’s no doubt that those words of his are dripping with sarcasm and fake empathy. He’s too predictable at this point.

Normal people would have freaked out to see their friend choking on air like this but it’s been countless times since Minho saw you hacking up lungs and had people yelling at him “Why the fuck are you just standing there ? She’s dying !” But truthfully, you do that all the time and he just doesn’t want to waste a single chance to at least make fun of you.

You sneer at him. “Hold your fucking tongue, you hypocrite.” As you put on the oxygen tubes and loop them around the rim of your ears, you breath adjusts itself slowly and steadily until you don’t sound like a drowning donkey again.

“Whatever Y/N, I hope you don’t fail Park’s accounting class because that’d ruin my reputation.” Minho rolls his eyes dramatically as if the scene he’s just caused wasn’t dramatic enough in the first place. “Do you have the slightest idea of what I was trying to teach you for the past hour and a half ?” He asks semi-seriously because no matter how passionate he is about pestering you, you failing a subject because of him is the last thing he wants to go home with on his conscience.

“Nope.” You beam.

Minho closes his eyes and takes in a sharp breath. He’s trying so hard not to scream out loud right now, such an amusing sight. “It’s fine, it’s fine.” He repeats after himself, sounding more like he’s trying to prevent himself from exploding rather than comforting you about your stupidity. “We can just start over, I’ll just make a quick summary and you try to do the assignments by yourself after this, okay ?”

“Fine.”

And as Minho starts blabbering about the mere basics of accounting, the door swings open to reveal Jackson - your nurse - who’s pushing a cart full of medications inside your room, the wheels screeching against the tiled floor. “Having fun with maths again, I see.” Jackson comments with a mischievous smile.

“Hey Jackson !” Minho inquires innocently. They both used to share a room when Jackson was still in college. Not to mention, he was good friends with 3racha and made dope music for Minho’s auditions. So you can say that Minho’s technically allowed to fanboy a little over your nurse. “You best believe that Y/N has been doing the most to comprehend what I was saying since she just appreciates me so much.”

Jackson cackles loudly, too loudly for the sake of being in a hospital. He’s lucky that they spent a good amount of cold, hard cash to make the walls soundproof. “Just bear with her until freshman year is over. Don’t pick on the sick kid, that’s not very nice.” And now all you want to do is to put both of their heads on a stick because you know that having both Jackson Wang and Lee Minho in the same conversation is equivalent to the definition of ‘oneself against the world’. Because Jackson too, acts like an old bitchy cat and loves to laugh his ass off at your impending misery.

You grit. “Square the fuck up.” But the scowl on your face soon fades as your nurse reaches his hand outwards underneath the blue fabric that has the whole cart covered and pulls out a brown paper bag. Now, it’s Jackson’s turn to give you a dirty look when you gratefully take the McDonal’s order from his hand like a three-year-old. “You peasants can live for the time being.”

“You’re lucky that your body needs 3000 calories per day or else Jaebum will fire me for feeding you junk food so often.” He informs you rather sarcastically as he scatters your description medications across the table where you’d chose to put your collection of stuffed animals instead of other necessities like textbooks or plastic binders. “I didn’t sign up for this FYI, ugh, I need money to pay off student’s loan too you know ?”

And that’s another perfect example of one hundred and one reasons why you’re not pumped for college like other kids. First off, what do you mean if someone’s privileged then they get to turn the assignment in later than everyone else ? And secondly, how the fuck can a graduate pay off their loans when they’re struggling like a fish out of water to find a decent job ? Not to mention, college dramas are the absolute worst. Things won’t be as lighthearted as highschool when students are entering bars with fake IDs and do drugs to get their minds off things that are stressing them out, which is almost everything.

In conclusion, college is just more of a shithole than highschool so you don’t really get the hype about it.

“You’ll be fine, Wang, stop being so whiny.” You snicker and drop a french fire into your mouth before chewing obnoxiously. “Have fun with your night shift.” You wave him off as he glares at you while pushing the cart outside. The moment Jackson swings the door open again, you can see a figure passing by but this one in particular catches your attention. And surprisingly, it’s a boy because it’s been ages since you have some kind of interest in guys, non-platonically of course.

Not to be one of those creepy people, but you’d admit it, he’s quite the looker. Defined nose, full lips and cute mono lids, the air tossing his black mullet like how every protagonist makes their entrance into the movie. But he also has oxygen tubes put on just like you, perhaps you’re in the same boat ? Either way, that’s not the point because while pretty boy’s out there looking like a runway model in sweatpants, you’re nothing more than a couch potato because you’ve been doing nothing other than staying in bed all day.

Good gracious he’s cute.

“And that is how you can work on simple balance sheets.” Your friend closes in but frowns at your lack of attention. The door finally closes with a soft ‘click’, hurrying you back to reality to find a not-so-happy looking Minho. “Y/N, would you be a sweetheart and tell me that you didn’t miss a single detail during the last five minutes ?” His smile is rather stiff because his facial muscles are struggling hard not to burst as anger slowly bottles up inside of his chest captivity. For fuck’s sake, he hates it when you don’t listen on purpose.

You cock your head to the side dumbfoundedly. “Wait— everything makes no sense.”

Minho sighs in desperation. “Oh... what if you were smarter ?”

two.

“Kkami !” Someone exclaims from behind you.

You stop in the middle of your track and take out a side of your earbuds. The footsteps are getting louder and louder by the second along with the male voice. “Excuse me- pardon- Kkami I swear to God !” You decide to take a full ten seconds to comprehend what’s happening before turning around. The next thing you know is your head comes in contact with something hard, causing you to stagger backwards and land on your bottom.

“Ugh, my head.” You wince at the aching feeling on your back as your pupils slowly dilate and adjust your vision on the current surroundings. The moment you lay your eyes on the figure in front of you, your mouth automatically lets out a silent scream. A cute boy just bumped into you, but then again, you wouldn’t overreact if he’s just any other cute boy. But he’s that cute boy who managed to distract you from Minho, who got your attention even when you just stared at him through a barely opened door.

The boy widens his eyes when he sees what he’s caused. “Oh shit, I’m so sorry.” He apologizes with a smile, offering you a hand to pull you up right. “Are you okay ?”

You take his hand, almost flinching when his touch sends electricity throughout your body. His hands are much bigger than yours and are fully capable of enveloping your smaller ones with ease. You like that about him because you’ve never truly experienced what it feels like to hold someone’s hand in a non-platonic way. “Uhm, yeah, I’m okay but are you though ? You sounded like you’re going through a crisis looking for someone.”

He smiles at you, eyes forming little crescent moon shape. “My mom brought my dog here and he accidentally ran off.” His laugh is melodic, sounding just like Mozart to your ears and you can’t help but crack a smile too. “It was nice meeting you, and I really have to go find him before he got to the NICUs or something… but I think we should get to know each other more. What do you say ?” He chides with a slight smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

You yank his hand away harshly. “I thought you’re better than that.” It’s ridiculous how boys with A+ look can just slide into your lives and stay for as long as they want then just disappear as if they’ve never been there in the first place. You’d hate to see a version of yourself who spends all day crying in bed because some bastard doesn’t love her back so this pretty boy over here better go before you throw him off a cliff.

“Don’t ever talk to me again.” And with that, you walk away without turning your head, not even once. Well, so much for a Tuesday afternoon. Tuesdays are supposed to be easy-going for you since you just have to get yourself through several assignments and essays but someone just had to pop up in your life and ruin everything.

The scowl on your face drops when you push the glass door of the pediatric unit open. Immediately, the kids see you and quickly abandon their nurses to run towards your direction. Your dad just got back from a business trip in Sydney and he still thinks that you’re a nine-year-old so your room is basically filled with candies and other sweet treats. That’d better change today. “Behave well and all of you will have one.” You chuckle at the kids’ eagerness, personally handing one bag over to each and every one of them.

Five minutes later, the amount of treats are slowly trickling down until there’s only one bag left. In which, you’ve saved it for a specific someone since he’s just that obsessed with Australian candies. Your phone buzzes. How convenient.

[ 3:45p.m. ]

yongbokie | okay, I’m here, where are you ?

y/n | seventh floor, just go straight down the hallway and it’s on the right side.

“Here’s your worksheets, now where’s my Tim Tam Slam ?” Felix shoves the stack of papers into your arms as soon as he spots you inside the pediatric unit, surrounded by children, a whole lot of children. He knows your love for kids all too well and the fact that you’re lonely in this hospital is no shocker. Meaning, you’re a part-time kindergarten teacher ( aka whenever you feel like slacking off on school work ).

You scoff at him, throwing the bag of candies at him with as much aggression. “Changbin’s gonna kick you out sooner or later if you end up looking like a pig, enjoy it while you can.” That’s obviously useless since Seo Changbin is as utterly soft for Lee Felix as you are for kids. Both are annoying little pricks but somehow, your little heart can never get mad. “And you better share that with Chan too or else he’s gonna write an entire diss track about me.”

“CB97’s new diss track material is apparently Tim Tam Slam, how terrific.” Your friend snickers and tears the bag open single handedly with his teeth while his other hand tapping away on his phone. He doesn’t even need a cup of hot chocolate, that’s how bad Felix is craving his childhood candy.

“Ooh, earrings ? And jeans too ?” He cocks a brow at your dainty pieces of jewelry. And you never wear jeans in the hospital, never. You think that’s it’s equivalent to asking someone to suffocate you as if the hospital isn’t suffocating enough. “Who are you trying to impress ?”

Upon his teasing, you let out an audible groan. For once in your life, you’ve made up your mind and actually packed something decent because hospital romance is a thing and you need to be prepared at all times. Not to mention, you might as well snatch yourself a guy who’s totally father material because you hang out at the pediatric unit most of the time. “Haha, very funny. Try and find me someone cute then.”

Just then, very slowly, a familiar figure takes long strides towards your direction. “Anyone, but him.” You deadpan.

“Him ?” Felix says over a mouthful of chocolate as he turns his head to the front door.

And holy shit.

To your dismay - with a bag over his shoulder, face flushed from running with beads of sweat rolling down his cheeks that make him glow like Edward Cullen and his wet fringe covering his eyes slightly — is the pretty boy from yesterday, well, more like five minutes ago. They say everything’s uglier close-up but not him. He’s absolutely breathtaking, undeniably brilliant as if he had just stepped out from an anime. But you’re not falling for that perfect smile again, at least for the time being.

“Oh hell no.” Felix quickly identifies the boy and hangs his jaw open, the plastic wrapper falling out from his hand. You look at your friend in disbelief, your expression mirroring his - completely lost for words.

The boy waves his hand at him and smiles widely. “Yongbok !” And just like that, your brain starts to process the new amount of overwhelming information. Slowly, and steadily, all the dots are connected. That guy is definitely heading towards your direction. No one knows Felix’s Korean name unless they’re close friends or family members. Jesus motherfucking Christ-

Felix demands loudly. “Hyunjin, do not move !”

The pretty boy - whose name is apparently Hyunjin - stops abruptly at his friend’s sudden outburst. He turns his head only to accidentally make eye contact with you. Cocking a brow, he averts his attention back to Felix. You too, tug on your friend’s sleeve before questioning him.

“You know him ?” “You know her ?”

Felix widens his eyes in terror and quickly pushes Hyunjin away. “You people are insane ! Six feet away at all times, it’s a fucking simple protocol !”

“Huh- wait what ?” You stutter. Soon enough, all of the colors on Hyunjin’s face are completely drained and a worrisome feeling suddenly runs down your spine.

You exchange a weird look with him. “Don’t tell me that you’re a...“

“Are you also a… “

Felix face palms himself. “You fucking guessed it.”

three.

The next few weeks get a little bit mayhem since you’re wrapping up the semester while being hospitalized at the same time. Meaning, you’re struggling real hard to balance the whole feud with finals and all of the medical stuff along with really boring paperwork because your body decided to fail you once again.

No one was really able to give you company since they have to deal with their own problems too. Your parents are busy with their draining business trips while your brother - Woojin is getting his bachelor degree soon. And Minho is graduating in less than a month. Moreover, you haven’t met the pretty boy since your first and only encounter.

Speaking of the Devil, “Fancy seeing you here.”

You peel your eyes away from your laptop and see Hyunjin. In which, almost makes you fall right off the stool that you’ve been occupying for the last hour. You’re still procrastinating like highschool but you’re actually determined to finish your essay because if not, you won’t be able to walk away from your problems again.

“Six feet away at all times, not six feet under the ground. So knock it off.” You deadpan, ushering him further away with a wave of your hand. If you were being completely honest, Hyunjin just took the breath right out of your lungs at the slightest glance. Time really does make people blind because you almost forgot that although he did try to flirt with you that one time, he’s also drop dead gorgeous. And that makes your heart tingles, which isn’t necessarily a bad thing.

Hyunjin makes a ‘I’mma-need-you-to-relax’ face and takes a seat on the opposite side of the table. “You still radiate big passive aggressive energy, not so good of a first impression.”

You laugh dryly. “Speak for yourself. Talk about some shitty flirting skills.”

“In my defense,” He raises a brow and throws you a look, one that makes you feel personally attacked. “I was genuinely trying to make friends, you sure know how lonely it is to be hospitalized all the time, don’t you ?”

You sneer at him. “Well, you picked the wrong person.”

“How am I supposed to know that you’re also a CF-er ?! You weren’t wearing your oxygen tubes.”

Apparently, you think that life hates you more than most of the world’s population because you weren’t just born with cystic fibrosis, you were born into it. The genetic disease gifts you with constant lung infections and gives you a hard time to breath in order to function like a normal human being. More accurately, the protein inside your body becomes dysfunctional so it loses the ability to move chloride to the cell surface. Meaning, the mucus in various organs can attract more bacteria along with germs, causing infections and inflammation.

So naturally, minimizing contact with any kind of germs and other CF-er are your top priorities unless you want to catch their bacteria and choke to death on it instead. With that being said, you’ve just come to a realization that Hyunjin touched you the other day, skin to skin without any kind of protection like gloves. Some CF-ers have caught each other’s bacteria before by touching a doorknob, and that story scared you shitless.

You speak up, finally. “Uhm… so.. were you okay ?”

“If you’re asking if I got cross-infection or not, then no, I’m totally fine. None of that B. cepacia shit.” Hyunjin answers while avoiding your eyes. He quietly reaches inside his backpack and pulls out a blue binder that looks like it’s been used since elementary school because plastic never really goes away.

You raise a curious brow when he pulls out some pieces of papers that are covered in an awfully dizzy amount of words. “What you got there, pretty boy ?”

“Now you’re talking, I almost ended up on the ground laughing when you thought that I was nothing but a shallow fuckboy.” Hyunjin is still pissed off because not only did you despise him, you also happens to be Felix’s best friend. Totally irrelevant, but he’s also mad at Felix for not telling him about you sooner. Maybe it’s because he doesn’t want the both of you to accidentally kill each other or anything but still, Hyunjin did hold your hand and nothing happened.

You prop your head on your hand, lips cracking a smile. “But I’m interested now, no hard feelings. You really need to lighten up drama lama.” You’re just noticing this now, but it seems like he’s really similar to Felix. Point break, he’s an easy victim to pick on anytime, anywhere. Of course you’re going to take advantage of this.

Hyunjin replies monotonously. “I need to practice my lines for the upcoming play for finals season.” He’s trying so hard not to give in and smile at you because he’s decided to play hard to get.

“No wonder why you’re a dramatic little dipshit. How fitting.” You grin coyly at the scowl on his face. “Okay, sorry, let me tone that down. What are you guys playing ?”

Hyunjin groans. “We’re trying to fit an entire season of ‘Once Upon a Time’ into a two-hour play. And my fucking God, Captain Hook has a shit ton of lines.” Although it does appeal as a privilege to other people that drama majors can skip through the whole ‘cramming and crying’ to pass their finals, what people don’t know is the amount of work and effort that needs to be put into a single play. It requires patience, team chemistry, diligence and lots of, lots of caffeine to have a decent performance for the whole school.

There was this one time he pulled seven all nighters in a row just to finish ‘Peter Pan’ before the holiday hit. And for the following five days, he basically lived on his bed and fed on leftover pizza that his roommate refused to microwave.

You offer him kindly. “Maybe I can help you practice ?” You really feel like a fucking angel with your own imaginary halo shining ever so brightly on the top of your head. “I got nothing better to do anyway, not planning on being stuck with accounting 24/7 or I’m gonna end up in an insane asylum.”

“Thought you’re already in one.”

“Say that again and I’ll skin you alive !”

four.

Hwang Hyunjin is fortunately blessed by whatever gods up there because you finally finished finals way before the D-day of his play. Which means you feel even more obligated to help him practice his lines.

But in all seriousness, he technically doesn’t need you because all you do is read the other characters’ lines right off the script anyway. Unlike you, even in the hospital cafeteria with a stainless steel fork as the hook on his right hand, Hyunjin plays the character as if he’s the one and only, non-biological heir of Leo DiCaprio.

You can see why he chose the dramatic arts because he embraces and studies closely every movement, every gesture, every inch of flesh, every drop of emotion that his character has to offer. No wonder why they let him play one of the male protagonists because you can’t imagine anyone other than him play the iconic Captain Hook. And it’s actually nice to not having him spatting some kind of witty comments at you every two minutes.

You clap your hands together. “Act 4. Scene 1.”

“I already told you, I’m just a blacksmith !” Hyunjin tries to whimper as quietly as possible to avoid dirty looks from other people. He’s portraying that scene where Hook basically got tied up on a tree so that the others could get him talking.

Your eyes narrow down into a glare, mentally throwing daggers at his general direction. Meaning if Hook doesn’t spill who he really is, he’s gonna be the monster’s meal in a matter of time. “You won’t talk to us ? Maybe they’ll talk to you and snatch one of your limbs for lunch.”

“You can’t just leave me here like this !” He sudden yelps, startling you in the process. You quickly avert your attention from the script to his eyes, clearly they show nothing but desperation and mischief. As the character should have.

“Su-Sure you’re not.” You stutter, not knowing how to express the words inside the parentheses.

Hyunjin guides you patiently. “Say it like you’re gonna set me on fire if I dare to test you. Be aggressive, talk aggressively, act aggressively. Aggressive is your middle name now.” His voice starts to get louder and louder at the end, a thing that he accidentally adapted from Chan. He doesn’t even need megaphones to yell at someone at this point.

You give him a curt nod before gripping the script tightly once again. If you’re gonna help him, you’ll have to make it seem like you’re not slacking off.

“Sure you’re not.” You deadpan, cringing at your own attempt to sound intimidating. Acting was never your thing either way. You’ve only been chosen for pity roles like ‘Girl #2’ or ‘Tree #5’ for some plays back in middle school and the beginning of highschool.

He smirks. “Good for you. You bested me. I can assure you that the number of people who have done that before can only be counted on one hand.”

Another thing, you fucking love Emma Swan because she’s practically your twin. The only thing is that you’re not even half as badass as her. Sometimes you don’t even realize that there’s a script in your hands this whole time. “I’m sorry, was that supposed to be funny ? Who are you ?”

“Kilian Jones.” Hyunjin says with a glint of fierceness flickering in his irises. His intense gaze almost makes you run straight into the restroom and scream for a good five minutes. “But most people have taken to call me by my more colorful moniker, Hook.” The rasp in his voice sends chills to the core of your bones.

You cock a brow. “As in, Captain Hook ?”

He beams. “Ah, so you’ve heard of me.”

You pant slightly out of nervousness, gripping onto the edge of the wooden stool for fuck’s sake. “Hurry up, they’re getting closer. Unless you want to be dinner, you better start talking.”

Hyunjin shakes his head gently. “Don’t just read out the line. Don’t become the character. Make the character yours. Make it seems like her lines are personally tailored to every single detail of your existence.” He’s mentoring you as if you’re the one who plays Emma Swan and not that one pretty girl from his class. You swear, you’re not a stalker, he literally just spilled everything about his life after very few conversations with you.

You nod. “Hurry up, they’re getting closer. Unless you want to be dinner, you better start talking.” This time, you finally got a good grip on the character’s emotions, slowly falling into a haze.

“Cora told me to gain your trust so that I can learn everything there is to know about your storybook.” Hyunjin singsongs, lips curling upwards. You really want to deck him in the face right now. That’s how good of an actor he is. “She didn’t want any surprises when she got over there.”

You pretend to be in disbelief, jaw dropping in the process. “She can’t go there. We already destroyed the wardrobe.”

He chuckles this time. God you wish you can wipe that stupid smirk off his face, although everything’s just an act. “Ah, my enchantment remained. Cora gathered the ashes and she’s gonna use them to open a new portal.” He looks at you, wiggling his brows to show off his skills before continues. “Now, if you’d just kindly cut me loose—“

“Let’s go.” You say monotonously to your non-existent cast, waving your free hand as a signal for them to walk away.

“Wait !” Hyunjin slams his fist on the table loudly. It seems like he’s getting immersed in the character again because he can’t be bothered to give two shits about the fact that everyone’s having their eyes on him. More accurately, on the two of you. “You need me alive !”

You also try to ignore all of the weird looks. “Why ?”

“Because we both want the same thing. To get back to your land.” When you meet Hyunjin’s eyes, you nod at him to continue with the script. “I initially arranged for transport with Cora, but seeing just how resourceful you are, I’ll offer you the same deal. I’ll help you as long as you promise to take me along.”

You clear your throat. “How are you going to help us ?”

Hyunjin proceeds to elaborate, slowly. “The ashes will open a portal but to get to your land, she’ll need more. There’s an enchanted compass, Cora seeks it. I’ll help you obtain it before she does.”

“So Cora won’t make it to Storybrooke and we’ll be one step closer to being home. Sounds too good to be true.” You mock him, the corners of your mouth twitching slightly.

“Well, there’s only one way to find out.”

“I’ll need you to tell me one thing then.” You point the tip of your sword (knife) directly at his throat (a good three inches away) as an attempt to threaten him. “What does the infamous Captain Hook want in Storybrooke ?”

“To exact revenge on the man who took my hand. Rumplestiltskin.” Hyunjin finishes his line and claps, breaking out of character. He looks disturbed at the particular way that you’re pointing the knife at him. “And… cut ! Put the knife down, Y/N. You’re a sadist, not a murderer.” He pushes the piece of cutlery away as if it’s a ticking bomb.

This time, it’s your turn to wiggle your brows at him. “You don’t know me. What if I’m an actual murderer who preys on the innocent at night, when everyone’s fast asleep in their cozy beds, when they’re the most vulnerable ? What if I’ve been living a double life this entire time and you’re my next target ?” Actually, scratch that. Hyunjin thinks you’re pretty fitting for the role of Regina aka the Evil Queen.

“Admit it you moron, you’re a sucker for my acting.” He flips his imaginary long hair and you make a gagging noise. It seems like Hyunjin has adapted the habit of holding grudges from Felix because the shy pretty boy that you met a few weeks ago is nowhere to be seen. Like he has grown accustomed to you, he treats you like an old friend, just catching up on things with each other. But in reality, his confidence level just went from a 100 to Han Jisung because you’ve been feeding his ego way too much.

“There’s room for improvement.” You shrug, trying to keep a straight face. Emphasis on the ‘trying’ part. “Bet you’d do better if that pretty girl was here.”

Hyunjin blows a few strands of loose hair out of his face. He looks really good with disheveled hair, and it’s tickling something at very bottom pit of your stomach. “Kinda wish you could play Emma. You two are literally the same person. She’s just slightly cooler because at least she doesn’t sleep with opened windows.”

“Is this a fucking call out ?” You hold back the urge to slap him with your slippers. “My room’s on the third floor for fuck’s sake.”

“Rapists can climb.” He smiles cheekily and it makes you ponder about how many more questionable behaviors of his you'd have to deal with for the long future. “You’re definitely going, don’t leave me hanging okay ?” Hyunjin declares and slaps a ticket on the wooden surface, sliding it across the dining table.

You blink countless times at the ticket, hesitating to grab it with your bare hands. “Take it, I’m wearing gloves anyway.” He reassures you, skimming through some of the scenes that he feels like he could do better. Hyunjin might not look like it but he’s really hard on himself. He takes every single scene, every single line seriously and you admire that about him. He even complained to you how he could have done better for the role of Diaval for ‘Maleficent’ from last month’s play.

“So the play’s on March 20th ?” You play dumb and pretend to question him after reading the bold letters written in gold.

Hyunjin peels his eyes away from the script and smiles, eyes forming little crescent moon shape. “Yeah, the day that I’m turning 21, kinda terrifying but since it’s adulthood, I’ll have to bear with it for the rest of my life. At least I have the right to make decisions for myself now.”

You ask him timidly as your hand fiddle with the sleeves of your hoodie. “Uhm so, do you wanna, I don’t know, get coffee after that or something ?”

He gives you a dirty look, hard. Clearly Hyunjin’s annoyed. “Look who wants coffee now.”

“That’s not a ‘no’ that I heard.”

“You’d better pay up then, I haven’t got paid yet.”

five.

[ 8:23p.m. ]

y/n | meet me on the terrace.

“Oh my god oh my god oh my god.” Hyunjin mutters as he rushes to the dressing room, and even more loops of ‘oh my god’ run through his mind, faster than a lighting bolt. He totally forgot about you until you made eye contact with him when the cast members took a full ninety degrees bow to the audience. You were clapping, cheering on for him like an old friend. But you were smiling, so brightly that he thought you could have lit up the entire stadium on your own.

Chan finally finishes bowing to the rest of the cast and the crew. He feels like he can only breathe properly once the play came out smoothly. Unfortunately, it didn’t. Minho slipped over his long coat during the second scene, Seungmin was struggling with the lighting and Jisung nearly threw himself over the balcony. Besides that, everything went pretty okay. Little errors are unavoidable so he’ll let everything slide, because the play that he spent months planning out, training the cast so eagerly didn’t come out as a flop.

“Woah, mate, where are you going in such a hurry ?” He quirks a brow when Hyunjin swings the door open, hair disheveled with ‘panic’ written in bold capital letters across his forehead.

Changbin supplies unhelpfully as he steps out from behind the black curtain. Little strips of confetti are sticking onto his sweaty hair, thanks to Jisoo who kinda went overboard with the can of hairspray. “He invited a friend to come in and watch the play, can’t leave her hanging now, can he ?” He wiggles his brows in the most obnoxious way possible, being the little pest that he is.

“I didn’t even say that my friend’s a girl— she’s not even my friend— wait, she is but we’re not that close— what, fuck you.” Hyunjin gives up after four attempts of forming an actual sentence. As if he’s forgotten how to speak, his voice fails him once again when a witty retort lingers at the tip of his tongue. He gives in and goes behind the curtain, quickly changing out of his costume. Like okay, pirates are cool and all but their sense of fashion is pretty questionable because leather boots and salt water ? Not compatible.

Changbin peels the confetti off his hair before singsonging. “Our Hyunjinnie got himself a date, he’s all grown up now.”

Chan throws his head back and laughs wholeheartedly. This is why he’s not planning on falling for someone soon because having a chaotic, annoying group of friends can only make things so much more difficult. “Give him a break, Bin. A boy can love whoever his heart yearns for.” Then he pauses, and continues. “Do you want to tell us something about her ?”

Hyunjin scrunches his nose and starts singing. “Sing a yo ho, you can beg, plead and whine. But yo ho you are wasting your time.” The moment he finishes the line, he’s already changed into his normal clothing and pushed the curtain open.

Chan and Changbin looks unimpressed. They both think that their friend should really stop quoting his own lines. Hyunjin throws Changbin the hook, then checks his own reflection in the mirror. Not too shabby, at least he didn’t forget to shave this morning. But it’s just you after all, you’d never judge him… wait no you’re highly judgmental. You once called him out for having a piece of carrot in the corner of his lips, shameless.

“Hear me out one last time, mates. Then I’ve got a date with destiny.” Hyunjin continues to sing because he’s absolutely enjoying every moment of Changbin suffering and mentally dying on the floor. He wouldn’t even feel bad if his ears started bleeding or something, hanging out with weird people have turned him into a sadist, just like them. Tragic.

Before Chan decides to wrestle him to the floor, Hyunjin starts moonwalking towards the door as he jumps straight to the last bits of the song. “Sing a yo ho, I’ll meet her tonight. Yo ho must be fate’s design. At last our hearts can be intertwined, can’t wait, can’t wait, can’t wait. God is on my side.” He’s just making up lyrics at this point nothing makes sense anymore.

The door shuts with a small ‘click’, making him snap his mouth closed. Then I’ve got a date with destiny. Right, a date. Well, it’s technically not a date when you asked him to meet up on the terrace where there’s so much to offer. A brilliant view of the city, the ethereal moonlight which sets the atmosphere, just you and him standing face to face.. holy shit it’s a date ?

“You’re late.”

Hyunjin whines loudly at your cold statement and supports himself on his knees, chest heaving up and down at an abnormal space. Cystic fibrosis and ten flights of stairs are like water and oil, they don’t blend. “I was changing, do you know how hard it is to slip out of those leather combat boots ?” Upon your silence, he leans himself against the metal railings and sighs, standing a good six feet away from you. “Hey, at least I looked fly in them.”

You automatically groan because fuck yes, he did look hot. Pirates aren’t supposed to be hot, they’re supposed to be smelly barbarians with shitty attitude. “Since when are you so cocky ?”

Hyunjin tuts. “I’m very much aware of how good looking I am, thank you for taking your precious time to care about my tiny existence on this glorious planet.” He cocks his head sideways, narrowing his eyes at your sketchy posture. Both hands are hidden behind your back and you’re trying too hard to keep a straight face. “What are you hiding from me ?”

“Nothing.” You let out a small giggle. Clearly he’s not buying it. “Fine, close your eyes.”

Hyunjin frowns at you but still closes his eyes nonetheless. He has enough faith in you that you won’t have the heart to knock him out cold before selling him off to some kind of mafia organization. “Y/N if you’re planning on kidnapping me, you might as well just do it—“ The words grow dead on his tongue once a small ‘pop’ occurs. What the fuck ?

“Hey Hyunjin.”

He flutters his eyes open at the sound of his name rolling off your tongue. His hand immediately fly to his mouth to stop himself from screaming. “Oh my god, shut the fuck up !” He utters, shocked at what’s happening in front of his eyes. “You’re kidding, you’re kidding, you’ve got to be kidding me.”

You laugh loudly at how frantic he is once you get down on one knee with a black velvet box in your hand. A silver band with his name engraved on the inside. “Hwang Hyunjin, can you fathom enough courage to walk with me through your youth even though sometimes you wish you could throw me off a cliff ? Can you bear the burden of indulging an impulsive and indecisive person like me in the long run ? Because if you can, then happy 21st birthday, you’re officially stuck with me with the label of being best friends.”

Hyunjin teases, lips curling up into a smile. “Can’t you be a little bit more romantic ?” Although he’s decently attractive, he’s still one of those guys who bury themselves in hopeless romance just because he spends way too much time on Netflix watching some random sappy show while Kkami is watching some stupid dog documentary right next to him on the couch.

“Fine, I also got myself one. We’re matching.” You confess, showing him your band resting nicely around your index finger. “Since I just know you so well, are you happy with your present now birthday boy ?”

You finish it off by slipping the ring onto his finger like a cherry on top of a sundae, watching in amusement at how his face is lighting up with joy. “Wow,” He manages the breath out, as light as a feather. “You’re so fucking cheesy, I hate you.”

You laugh wholeheartedly. “Come on, let’s go downstairs. You have a whole party waiting for you to inhale. Cakes and junk food and all.”

When you stand up right again, shivers run down on your spine at the cold breeze passing by. The wind greets concrete and your skin just the same, tearing through the air and banging loudly against your eardrums. Hyunjin suddenly grabs the sides of your face, still keeping a good distance between you two. Your cheeks are instantly tinted pink at his touch. “Y/N ! Can you hear me ?!” He tries to shout over the wind but fails miserably.

“What ??” You ask loudly, not being able to catch what he was trying to say.

“No, you can’t hear me ??”

“What ? I can’t hear you !”

He beams at you and the strangest warm feeling bubbles up inside his stomach. “I have something to tell you !” If he’s doing this now, there’s no going back.

“I still can’t hear you !”

Hyunjin ignores your confused expression. He slowly inhales to take a deep breath before shouting his heart out at you. “Y/N, I’ll protect you ! No matter what !”

You can’t quite understand what he’s trying to convey to you but seeing him smiling so widely like this, you know that you could never trade him for anything else. Because no one has ever made you feel this way before, heart pounding inside your rib cage so loudly just by looking at him. You like how you can just see him, and be happy.

He’s irreplaceable.

six.

Felix glares at the silver band wrapping around your finger, one that’s particularly matching with Hyunjin’s. “So what ? You two are dating now ?”

“Lee Felix I swear to god, for the tenth time, it’s a just birthday present !” You cry loudly at your best friend overreaction.

Jeongin butts in. “Yeah right, rings, matching and all. Don’t you think that’s a little bit romantic ?” You’re so fed up with these theatre kids it’s actually ridiculous, you’d rather be cursed than have them singsong into your ears everyday about how you and Hyunjin are acting somewhat sketchy. Sure, being dramatic is naturally what they do for a passion but sometimes you just can’t help it but snap at them to go and kiss a statue.

“That’s the point of it, dipshit.” Hyunjin sips on his drink obnoxiously, reading through the final page of his reading assignment in a haze. He’s a little bit out of it from running around all day to not get yelled at by his professors for being late to every single damn lecture. “I’m desperate, I need something cute to lighten up my sad life so don’t judge me.”

Jisung suddenly pries loudly because unlike you or Hyunjin, he actually gives zero fuck about publicity and personal information. “Hyunjin and Y/N ? I ship it ! Since you both have been super single and super antisocial for so long, why not date each other ? Get married even, don’t you dare forget my invitation.”

Needless to say, he quickly earns a smack on the head from Seungmin, hard. Hard enough to knock some logic and common sense into that little disturbing glimpse of thing that they call ‘a brain’ inside his head. “God, Han, you’re so dumb. If you want them to both choke on each other’s bacteria and die, then yeah, hit a five-star restaurant up with that reservation.”

Sometimes Seungmin wonders why he even befriended Han Jisung in the first place. They nearly threw hands at each other back in highschool because Jisung would constantly forget his stuff inside Seungmin’s locker and Chan had to manually pull them apart later.

“Actually..” Hyunjin fiddles with the strings of his hoodie. “I think I might have my eyes on someone.” Your heart automatically sinks at his words. Is this what betrayal feels like ? How come he’s never told you before ? Didn’t he promise that he’d never hide anything from you ? Does your friendship mean nothing to him at all ?

You’d be lying if you said that you haven’t once thought about dating Hyunjin. But you don’t really see the point because it’s just a label over your relationship, it’s not gonna change how you treat each other. At least it’s not gonna change how you treat him.

But in the end, you want nothing but the best for him so you’re obligated to become his dating counselor.

Felix tuts eagerly. “Ooh, spill the tea. I’m here for it.”

“Let me guess, it’s that girl from Literature & Criticism 19B ?” Jeongin yawns lazily. Apparently he’s not digging the fact that Hyunjin doesn’t have any non-platonic interest in you.

Hyunjin shakes his head profusely. “No ! We barely talk, it was only for a presentation from last month. And also I feel kinda awkward around her. Things never click between us.”

Then, he proceeds to continue with dreamy eyes. “The girl that I’m talking about is so beautiful, so smart, so brave. She enjoys food like no other, like no one is watching and isn’t ashamed of the fact that she can live off donuts and Netflix for three weeks straight. She’s honest, playful but also very gentle and caring. Kinda reminds me of my mom, which is weird but whatever. Maybe people finding a sense of comfort in their partner who’s similar to their parents is a thing.”

The look in his eyes makes your heart crack a bit. Just a teeny tiny bit. It’s that kind of look that you’ve never seen before but know too well what’s behind those brown eyes of his. The goddamn look one can only have when they’re thinking about that special someone who effortlessly makes their heart swell, who puts a smile on their face no matter what. It’s also that kind of look that you have whenever you’re thinking about Hyunjin.

“Alright lover boy,” You crack a smile, rolling up your sleeves because things are about to go down. “You’ve just got yourself a dating counselor. A good old trusty friend who’s gonna be there if you accidentally have a mini mental breakdown on your first date.”

“What do you know about dating ?” Felix’s more than stingy comment just stabs your sky high ego like a needle pricking the tip of a finger.

You kick his knee from under the table, earning a low grunt in return. “I am the best in the business. Jackson Wang and Mark Tuan ? I did that.”

Then you lace your fingers together neatly and look at Hyunjin dead in the eye. “So, what’s your ideal first date ?”

He makes a thinking face. “I haven’t thought about that yet but maybe.. a hike ?”

“Huh, cool.” You take a total of ten full seconds to process what he just said.

You deadpan. “It’s a hard no. Consider the fact that she needs nothing but donuts and Netflix in her life, you’re gonna have to rage war with Satan in order to get her out of the house. Popcorn and blankets are total necessities, make them extra fuzzy too. Let’s stick a pin in that, we’ll get back to it later.”

Felix asks, followed by a loud yawn. “Copy that, what shows is she into ?”

Hyunjin lets out a prolonged sigh. “I’m not so sure but she hates rom-coms and sappy dramas with a passion.” If you’re being completely honest, he really needs to calm down because if a girl is willing to cuddle with him, she’ll literally watch anything. And by that, you mean she will definitely pass out after the long winded introduction of the two protagonists.

“Sounds like a gal who’d watch The Umbrella Academy.” And you totally didn’t say that just because it’s your favorite show. Because for once, Netflix actually didn’t produce something that was undeniably shitty.

Hyunjin sounds uncertain. “I have never seen it before.”

“But he can ?” Jeongin raises a brow.

You shake your head gently. “The show is vicious, violent and contains extremely disturbing content along with really shitty relationships between siblings. Also, the humor doesn’t suit you. Does a fifty-year-old man who’s stuck inside a thirteen-year-old boy’s body and is also someone who fell in love with a mannequin, grew up in a broken family, and became a murderer who timetravels sound enjoyable or what ?”

Seungmin makes a face. “That can be a dealbreaker.”

“Meet us halfway here !” Jisung clatters loudly.

“Sorry, let me back it up a little bit.” You put your hands up in defense. “Hyunjin, it doesn’t matter if all you want to do is go out on a hike and she just wants to curl up into a ball inside her blanket. It doesn’t matter if you guys have different taste in movies. Nothing matters if she truly feels the same way for you because as long as the feeling is mutual, she’d definitely do anything to satisfy your picky ass.”

Hyunjin doesn’t say anything. He turns his head to face the window and a grin quietly curls its way up on his lips.

You should have seen the look on your face.

seven.

Woojin growls at you from your laptop screen. “It’s one in the morning ! Get the fuck back to sleep !”

He’s extra cranky today because he just finished off his final paper before graduation happens. Running on one hour of sleep per day with a cup of espresso doesn’t sound like the most ideal thing to do but fuck that, he’s not gonna throw all those years of crying over overdue projects in the trash.

You on the other hand, are so fucking close to soil your pants because your heart is literally dangling off the edge. It’s either gonna roll backwards and land safely as if nothing has ever happened or everything’s going downhill from there. An endless pit of impending misery. And you’d hate to see yourself shedding tears while hogging a bucket of ice cream in your bed like a psychopath. So your only option is unfortunately, your hard headed, dumbass brother.

But he’s not a complete idiot because his brotherly sixth sense is still there, and it’s never been better. “Okay, something’s up. Spill before I personally drag my ass to the hospital and beat you up to get something out of you.”

You stutter, tripping over your own words like an absolute fool. “It’s— uhm… whatever, it’s not a secret anymore. It’s— it’s—“

“It’s Hwang Hyunjin.” Your brother reads your mind like a magician, leaving you utterly speechless. But it’s not even a surprise because apparently, everyone knows about your feelings for Hyunjin, just not Hyunjin himself. He’s unbelievably dumb even when Minho and Jisung keep on hinting at him in a not very subtle way. And that makes you wonder why you even fell for him in the first place. Even that fat cat who always takes naps on your balcony knows because you’d be smiling stupidly while FaceTime-ing Hyunjin all the time. It’s a miracle that the cat has not once given you a dirty look.

You sigh. “Yeah, I‘m confused.”

“About what ?” Woojin huffs tiredly and blows some strands of hair out of his face.

You blurt, panic mode is fully on. “About why I like Hwang Hyunjin so fucking much when he already had romantic interests in another girl !”

Woojin thinks you’re being ridiculous and stubborn at the same time, which can make things that much harder for him to break it down for you. Firstly, if one is loved, then one is loved. There’s no reason needed for loving. This might sound like total bullshit, but ‘love at first sight’ is a thing, people are just too heartbroken to accept it these days. Secondly, if you really like Hyunjin all that much, you should be spilling your heart out at him, not at your brother. But whatever, Woojin is one step closer to pushing you towards confessing to your crush because he’s gifted with the ability to prevent you from doing anything dumb.

“Then what makes you not wanting to like him ?”

You widen your eyes. “What ?”

Woojin shakes his head gently, an exasperated sigh escapes his lips. “You can’t love all of him. This is real life, not a fucking John Legend’s song. If you don’t even know what you hate about him in the first place, you’re not gonna know why you like him relentlessly.” His words slowly sink into your mind, trains after trains of thoughts are dashing through your mind at the speed of light. Goddamn, your brother is right.

“Gosh, I don’t know. I can’t hate him even when I want to.” Before you can pick every single strand of hair off your head, Woojin once again snaps you back into reality with a serious look on his face. He’s not messing around this time. “One, he’s a CF-er. And two, I’m not gonna be the one who walks down the aisle to have them announce our marriage. Three, he only sees me as a friend.” There’s no happy ending for people like you, especially you. The moment you found out that Hyunjin’s also a CF-er, you knew all too well that it’s over for you both.

Your brother scrunches his nose in annoyance. He really should have signed you up for a dating counseling session. “You don’t know what the future holds. It could be better, it could be worse. Or nothing would change at all. Whatever happens, humans still yearn for the happy ending of their own imagination. Because after all, we were the one who pushed ourselves towards dead ends.”

“What’s so wrong with loving someone ?”

“There’s nothing wrong with loving someone, but how we love them.”

Again, Woojin’s right. Every minute, every second, every moment with Hyunjin always leaves you completely stripped and vulnerable. All of your concerns, insecurities, and strength are revealed unintentionally. And the walls that you’ve spent years building ? Mercilessly destroyed. Someday, you’ll either look back on it and smile or you’ll realize that once you’ve fallen, there’s no turning back. You just can’t control who you’ll fall for.

Being in love with Hyunjin is another reason why you believe that life hates you to the very core of your bones. It’s like the whole universe is playing with your mind, because all it takes is to make Hyunjin exists at the same time as you do. That alone is enough to mess up your entire existence.

You cover your face with your blanket, voice muffled beneath the soft fabric. “What’s your point then ?”

“My point,” Woojin sits straight up from his bed and yawns in the loudest, most obnoxious way possible. “is that you can still fall for Hyunjin even when he’s a CF-er, even when he likes someone else. Hyunjin is still Hyunjin. Cystic fibrosis or none, he’s still just Hyunjin. And you love him for who he is. Don’t ever forget that. And don’t get mad when things don’t work out because loving is hard, loving is painful. You just try your best not to get hurt. Every scar has a story and it represents how you’ve grown throughout time. So it doesn’t matter if you accidentally trip and make a fool of yourself. You simply like Hwang Hyunjin, and I’m not going against that.”

You unknowingly smile. The perks of having an older brother always come at the most unexpected time. You suddenly feel bad for all of those kids who grew up without siblings.

“So are you telling me not to be all sad and miserable ?”

Woojin nods absentmindedly. “Precisely. One day you might be strong enough to smile as you watch him intertwining his fingers with another woman’s. Give them your blessings, countless words will never be enough. What they want is your genuine honesty, how you’re truly happy for them. After that, take a different turn, or just move on as it is in silence. But do not let the memories that you made with him become meaningless because trust me, that hits harder. And that’s how you can love someone without being petty about it for the rest of your life.”

You say. “I think I can hold back my tears when Hyunjin’s getting married now.”

“But he needs to know first.” Woojin interrupts you abruptly.

You break out of your trance and ask. “Knows what ?”

“About your stupid feelings for him !” Woojin is quick enough to hold back the scream stuck inside his throat because if not, Chan’s gonna grill his ass so hard for making questionable noises in the middle of the night while his roommate is stressing over a song that’s yet to be complete. The double life between a college student and a SoundCloud rapper isn’t as hot as people tend to think. It just consists of a whole lot of cramming homework while trying to come up with a new batch of lyrics every two weeks.

“He deserves to know that. The sooner the better.”

Conveniently, your phone buzzes on your night stand.

[ 1:17a.m. ]

hyunjin | I’m gonna do it.

hyunjin | I’ll confess to her.

hyunjin | this is so terrifying what do I do ?

eight.

“Y/N wait up, you still have to take your medication !” Mark yells after your panicked figure dashing through the hallway while he’s pushing a cart with an awful amount of medicines piled up.

You shout back at him abruptly. “I’ll be back in an hour ! Don’t tell Jackson about this !” Whatever, you hate being on a drug trials anyway. Having multiple pills shoved down your throat each and everyday makes you sick to the core. It seems like you’re only getting closer to being buried six feet under the ground. But that’s not the point.

Point is, if you’re going to die sooner or later, there’s no way in hell you’d let your life end before you tell Hyunjin how you truly feel about him.

“Hyunjin, where exactly are you going ?” You manage to talk in between short breaths while having him on the other line.

He replies bluntly, uneven breathing and quick footsteps can be heard. “You know how everyone has their own youth, right ?” You keep running despite the fact that what he said just makes no sense. What on Earth is he planning on doing ?

“I also have a youth of my own.” He pauses for a while. “But it seems like… my youth is one to be forever reserved.”

You shake your head furiously, confused at what he’s trying to convey. “Hyunjin, I don’t get it. One moment you’re talking about how you’ll confess to the love of your life and now you’re telling me this ? Did something happen ?”

Hyunjin ignores your question and continues. “My parents would always urge each other to work harder, to make more money so that I can have a lung transplant and prolong my life day after day. But it’ll cost us five hundred thousand dollars, eight hundred even. So I was more than happy to tell them that I’m ready to stop walking on this beautiful flower path anytime. Then, I saw the heartbroken look in my mom’s eyes. That look, it’s— it’s haunting, and hurt me profoundingly.”

His breath hitches, making your heart drop to the pit of your stomach. Knowing that he’s in such a vulnerable state but there’s nothing you can do about it hits so hard that you hate yourself. “There was a man who came up and met me in my hospital room one day, told me that he saw every single play that I’ve participated in. He wanted to sponsor me, to let me fully enjoy my own youth, to give me the money to fly to the States, to get a lung transplant, and lead me to stardom afterwards.”

“But..” He suddenly chuckles. “I have no desire to receive his generosity. Not even one bit. Now, before you start yelling at me, hear me out. I know that I’m selfish, I know that I’m being stubborn but the life that he’s talking about. That’s not the life that I’ve always dreamt of. The life that I wanted, is one where all of my family and friends, are eternally safe, and happy. That’s it, it’s as simple as that. Hence, I’m willing to give that chance to someone else. Someone who’s very special and close to my heart.”

Hyunjin lets out a muffled sob on the other line and you’ve never felt so helpless before. You just wish you could run to him, tell him that everything’s gonna be okay, and touch him. You don’t know how someone who’s so close can be so far away at the same time.

“Because.. well, because cystic fibrosis isn’t just leading me on a path that’s one step closer to death, but it’s also threatening the happiness of the girl I’ve unfortunately fallen for. Unfortunately, that is. She’s always been the biggest ‘what if’ because there were nights where insomnia would creep up on my spine, it was impossible to shut my eyes with her on my conscience. Because why me ? Why me ? I just need a little bit more time, just a little so that I can see her smile, so that I can hold her close, so that I can finally tell her how I really feel.”

“Time is a currency that you can only use, not make. And I’m already running low. Obviously, I can care less even if I die tomorrow. But as long as I’m alive, let me live as merrily as possible, as happily as possible, and to be able to see my loved ones as long as possible.”

Just then, it feels like the whole world just stops spinning when all you can hear is the sound of your shoes tapping against the ground, and him sobbing like a distressed child, raw deep down from the inside. You didn’t realize that you’re crying uncontrollably until salty drops of tears trickle down on your cheeks and drench the collar of your shirt. They blur your vision but you keep on running because Hyunjin needs you, he needs you now.

The icy grey sky is like a piece of fabric draped over the whole town. Dark clouds snuggle closer to each other as they hold in the heavy rain in their delicate forms. All of a sudden, rain pours over you with a roar, thunders grumble vigorously in the distance. The coldness of its touch pierces right through your skin and chills run down your spine beneath your clothes that are now soaking wet. Your footsteps never once falter and continue to move on down the slippery path.

“To love you as long as possible.” Hyunjin breathes out, as light as a feather. “Y/N, I hate to break it to you but I no longer want to be friends with you. Because I already love you too much to accept the label of being best friends.” He says with such determination and huffs. “With that being said, I’ll now consider the ring on my finger as a proposal. And to answer your question on my birthday, yes, I would love to walk with you on this path with the remaining time. I want to be with you for the rest of my life, to care for you, to be someone that you can lean on. So what do you say ? Are you ready to take my hand and my hand only ?”

“Yes, I am.” You stop once you’re right in front of the café that Jisung used to work in, where many unforgettable memories were made throughout time. And on the opposite side of the road, is Hyunjin. Your knees grow weak at the sight of him. Damp hair, teary eyes with a smile on his face. He’s absolutely ethereal and it’ll only take you a few more steps to get to him. “Hyunjin !” You wave at him, the balls of your feet automatically send you running towards his direction.

You feel like you’re hazing because everything’s all too good to be true. How he’s looking at you lovingly, how you’re yearning for his touch, how you’re so close to have him in your arms. Sadly, the sound of rubber tyres hissing against the concrete floor snaps you back to reality. Before you can even process anything, there are two lights ahead blinding your eyes. With a jolt, you realize that those lights belong to a car.

You didn’t know how it happened but the next thing you know is the feeling of the entire weight of your body is pinning you to the ground. Every single limb, every part, every organ inside your body feels like they are being crumbled like a piece of paper. Pain, there’s so much pain. The metallic taste of blood is soaking through your teeth, leaving you in that weird grey area between being awake and being unconscious. You can feel your flesh being torn open, your bones cracking, your lungs caving in for cramped air in silence. Silence, that scares you more than the blow itself. It feels like an eternity, just lying there, completely paralyzed as you wait for Death to arrive.

It seems as if the agonizing pain is the only thing that's keeping you alive.

“Y/N ! Y/N !” Hyunjin calls out to you helplessly as he cups the sides of your cheeks. Seconds later, you can feel his mouth against yours, giving you the amount of air that your lungs has been dying to have. “Y/N, stay with me, stay with me.” He mumbles against your ear before wrapping your arms around his neck to carry you on his back. Hyunjin is chasing time through the night, through the hellish downpour to not waste a single minute, a single second to keep you safe. Because he’s just so sick, so fucking sick of life for taking everything away from him. He’s not gonna lose you, not like this.

“Hyunjin,” You whisper weakly.

He shakes his head. “Don’t fucking die on me or I’m never gonna be able to forgive you.”

“Hyunjin, I’m kinda sleepy.” You laugh, tasting the coopery blood inside your mouth. “I’ll just take a nap, just for a while, okay ?” Hyunjin doesn’t say anything, you can’t tell whether he’s just being stubborn or he can’t hear you with the heavy rain down pouring onto him. But that doesn’t matter anymore because you’re far too exhausted to start arguing with him. Naturally, you’re going to allow yourself to black out either way.

nine.

Weeks later, you’re standing on the rooftop by yourself to run away from the stuffy air of the hospital, those floors and walls that all have an undertone of bleach. They suffocate you, everything does.

You watch the sunset at horizon, enjoying the majestic sight in front of you as if it’s the last thing you’ll ever witness. Rich hues of red, yellow, orange blend into one another gracefully, dancing in between the pink fluffy puffs of clouds. Your spirit soars into the distance as you inhale deeply, feeling refreshed after a long day. It does feel nice to not have all sorts of machines attached to your body like ropes that are tying you down into a single place and trapping you inside a tiny box.

Everyday, you’d sneak out of your room to come up here, and meet him again.

“Y/N,” You close your eyes, smiling at the sound of his voice echoing inside your ears. “By the time that you’re listening to this audio, I would probably, you know, be gone.”

A single tear silently roll down on your cheek. “But I’ll tell you what. I’m not scared of dying, because having the persistent information that I’m always one step closer to hell than everyone else has accidentally made me numb. I am terribly afraid of one thing though.” Hyunjin clears his throat. “I don’t want to be separated from my friends, my family, and from you. Moreover, I don’t want to see the people whom I love so devotedly suffer just because of me. I know what you’re doing, wipe those tears off your face right now. Chin up, and smile. Or you’ll end up complaining about your face getting puffy again.”

You laugh at his words, and attempt to wipe your eyes with the sleeve of your shirt. “Once I’m no longer walking on this flower path with you, that means a new chapter is ready to be open. I cannot thank you enough for bumping into me that day. And thank you for agreeing to practice my lines with me. I could have never played Captain Hook if it weren’t for you. And thank you, for the ring, it’s the most precious thing I've ever had on my hand. But I’ve figured… you deserve a new life. I know that five years doesn’t sound like much but maybe in those five years, things might change and there will finally be a cure for cystic fibrosis.”

“You might think, how could you possibly move on without me ? Well, think of me as a dandelion. Oddly charming, with a short life span. But I’ll never really go away because at the end of its life, a dandelion’s pistil will give birth to countless of seeds. Those seeds will be carried away by the wind and continue to grow, to breed, to multiply themselves for so many more purposes.”

Hyunjin suddenly starts crying quietly, you can hear how he’s trying to muffle his sobs and it makes your heart shatter into a million pieces. There’s absolutely nothing that you can do. “I’m very content with the life current that I have, or had. At least I’ll die knowing that I have no regrets.” He chuckles. “But there’s still something that I need to tell you, just in case. Not to be pessimistic, but just in case.”

“Y/N, I love you, more than anything in the whole wide world. It’s so frustrating because there were times where I wish I could just have you in my arms, to feel your warmth, to kiss you, to touch you. I don’t care about labels because that wouldn’t change my feelings for you. I’d still love you foolishly because I care too much. Too much that it hurts. I want to spend the little amount of remaining time with you. I even don’t know if you’re the one but I need you in my life. You and only you.”

His voice cracks. “...just don’t miss me too much, okay ?”

You can swear that it’s not hazing but if you look far enough, Hyunjin is still there, waving at you with a smile on his face.

Approximately six feet away.

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thehollowprince said: And I also stand by the opinion that they could have just done a solo run of the O5 X-Men starting a new timeline with the information they got from the future.

thehollowprince said: Its not like Marvel doesn’t constantly do AUs and retcons

OMG Josh you have no idea how bad I wanted this. They could’ve done SO MUCH with that concept. Letting the 05 keep their foreknowledge and the world they could have created with that?

They could’ve averted the initial Krakoan mission and saved Darwin, Gabe, Petra and Sway in the first place. They could have all been X-Men from their Day One, Scott and Alex would have actually gotten to KNOW their brother and Gabe quite possibly would never have gone full Dark Side despite the writers apparently now seeming obsessed with the idea there’s just something innately bad within Gabe that’s always destined to bear fruit at some point, ugh, whatever, like who do you think you are, Kant?

They could’ve recruited the Giant Size X-Men lineup earlier, and saved John Proudstar, who side by side with his brother Jamie, are a force to be reckoned with.

They could have convinced Pietro and Wanda to join them instead of the Avengers and been like no but seriously that way lies nothing but shitty storylines and bad decisions that will be blamed on you by your teammates despite the fact that any and all of the bad decisions that were ACTUALLY yours could have been averted if any of your teammates were capable of functioning as an actual support system. Come join us. We have actual support systems, except for the times when we don’t, but we recruited Deadpool to break the fourth wall and he and Logan are currently cutting through the ranks of every writer who would write as hating and fighting each other instead of being a loving fucking family goddammit.

Jean could have faced the Phoenix head-on when the time for that came, using her knowledge of the future not to fear an inevitable death, but rather to know she had nothing TO fear, that the power to not control this force, but just be ONE with it, with no NEED to control it or be controlled by it, a symbiotic union, two beings in harmony deciding on courses of action together. The Phoenix’s innate powers and prerogative of rebirth and destruction tempered by Jean’s mercy, aimed and focused by Jean’s reason, the double-edged sword that is fire capable of warming homes or destroying them completely combined with Jean’s conscience guiding it to use its power for the former rather than the latter.

They could have stopped the Legacy Virus from getting out and killing millions as well as spared us from migraines induced by an AIDS metaphor so shitty at being a metaphor most people forget it was literally written to be an AIDS metaphor.

The body swap would never have happened and Kwannon could have joined the X-Men as a full member from the time she was introduced, rather than dragged along in the wake of Betsy’s tangled storylines for a couple decades.

They could have stopped Fitzroy from killing the Hellions. Hell, if they train Illyana early enough and have her mentored by Wanda who is perfectly fucking competent when left to her own devices, then like, maybe they can even take a jaunt to the future to save Fitzroy from dying in the first place and being resurrected with no soul. Not gonna lie, ever since then I’ve kinda been seriously interested in what the hell would a hero version of Trevor freaking Fitzroy even BE like, y’know? Call it morbid fascination, but like. I kinda want it, guys. LOL.

Add to that note, they could have taken another jaunt to the future and rescued Rachel from being made into a Hound by Ahab. Through the power of some convoluted plot tangle I just made up for convenience, Scott still ends up in a relationship with Maddy briefly, in one of those self-fulfilling prophecy type things where he went into it with the full intention of just averting the future and saving Maddy from her fate as the Goblyn Queen, but somehow ended up in a love triangle with a very alive Jean and Maddy who is fully informed of Sinister’s shenanigans and quite displeased with that asshole, and look, I don’t know how all of this goes exactly, but let’s cut to the chase, my only real endgame with this is making sure that Nate’s born properly, saved from Apocalypse and the techno-virus by the combined efforts of Scott, Maddy and Jean as well as Uncles Warren, Bobby and Hank, and Jean calls up the Phoenix through some psychic bond or whatever and is like hey girl, can I hit you up for a loan real quick? Got some losers that need toasting.

And in this AU the Phoenix totally has her back, and one brief cosmic power-up and gratuitous Sailor Moon transformation later, Jean glows and intones some epic one-liners with appropriate gravitas, and then just punts both Apocalypse and Sinister to the far side of the universe, never to be seen or heard from again. They like, hit a black hole on the way there I guess. It was very sad. Violin strings may commence with the requiem. Okay that’s enough, they can stop now.

So then through the plot contrivances of fuck you, I said so, Scott and Maddy ultimately part amicably and Scott and Jean get back together and the three of them civilly co-parent both baby Nate and Rachel, as Maddy keeps the healing powers she gained as Anodine and stays with the X-Men for her own reasons.

The telepaths are all better trained by the expertise Jean gained in her powers while in the future, so the next time the Shadow King comes bumming around looking to cause chaos, Betsy, Emma and Jean just look at each other and laugh and say nuh-uh before psychically squishing him into a marble.

Warren never becomes Archangel. Onslaught isn’t a thing. They make nice with Magneto and say okay you may have a couple points, let’s discuss. Bishop arrives in the past for reasons totally unrelated to his original story, has no traitor to seek out among the X-Men, and thus he and Gambit end up besties in complete defiance of that stupid fucking story and because I just think they’re neat together. Yes I said neat. Gambit and Bishop are just neat. Deal with it.

Bishop still hates that Fitzroy guy though, he’s like, I don’t even know what it is about that guy, he just rubs me the wrong way, even though Fitzroy is not evil here and has always done good with his powers, which are channeled through a device Forge made him that lets him just absorb life force from a wide range around him, spread out and diluted enough that its like, the grass feels weird for a second, like whoa what even was that, and then its over. Actually, y’know what, scratch that. Fitzroy’s powers are stupid and unnecessary the way they are now anyway, so fuck it, this Fitzroy doesn’t need life force or whatever, he’s just a dude who makes time portals. He’s like Illyana with green hair and that ugly goatee. Hey I said this Fitzroy was non-evil, not that he was perfect.

Bobby’s out and proud since he was sixteen, and with actual competence and proficiency with his powers, which make him a Literal Unkillable Gay Icon, he’s an inspiration to LGBTQ+ teens everywhere and inspires other gay, bi and trans heroes to come out. He’s a big brother figure to all the baby gays that later join the X-Men, like, Rictor comes to him for advice back during the time equivalent to early X-Factor, when Rictor’s a trying-too-hard sixteen year old who thought college age Bobby was like the coolest, which is valid, because X-Factor Bobby was like A+ Bobby characterization and deserves more reads.

So Rictor comes out earlier as well, and by the time they even meet Shatterstar, instead of a slow burn friends to roommates to lovers scenario, Rictor takes one look at the love of his life and wastes no time coming out swinging with an absolutely terrible pick up line. Look, I said his big brother figure Bobby was out and proud in this AU, not that he magically had a better sense of humor. Some things just don’t change, y’know? Luckily, Shatterstar is a weirdo, and thus he finds terrible pick-up lines charming. At least when its Rictor saying them. They walk off for a first date, already practically hand in hand, voices fading into the distance as Rictor asks “By the way, have you met Dazzler yet? According to Bobby, apparently she’s your mom. That Longshot dude with the mullet over there is your dad I guess. We should go say hi.”

Hank gets an assistant hand-picked by the rest of the original X-Men, and who has one job and one job only. To follow him around and observe all his experiments, and he has veto power over experiments that People With IQs As High As Yours Should Know Better But I Guess You’ve Got Reed Richards Syndrome.

Hank’s like, “Hmm, if I built a time machine I could go back to the Jurassic Period and observe whether my theory of - “

Hank’s assistant: “Veto.”

“Damn. Okay I was also thinking of making a deep space communicator that can reach into the farthest reaches of space beyond any known civilization and just say hi, y’know? See if anyone’s out there.”

“Veto.”

“If I combine these genetically modified antibodies here with this strain of of DNA from - “

“Veto.”

“Well Forge built this device that does this to mutant powers but I think I can make it do - “

“Veto.”

“These nanobots I - “

“VETO,”

“Honestly, at this point I think you’re just saying that just because you like saying it.”

“Dr. McCoy, I promise you, I’m really, really not.”

Logan finds out about his future clan of stabby children, and seeks them out. He rescues Daken from Romulus, somebody stabs that loser with the immortal-killing sword, I don’t even care who, and after a few tense months of Logan trying too hard, he and Daken eventually bond over how hockey just isn’t violent enough. If you’re going to make a sport all about hitting each other, just really go for it or don’t even bother, y’know? Logan claps him on the shoulder and sniffs. That’s my boy. Then they find and rescue Laura and Gabby and take a road trip to Earth 1610 to pick up Jimmy. They have a house on campus, and new students walking by it are used to hearing loud growling and even howls. They were assured during orientation that that’s nothing to worry about, it just means the House of Snikt are watching a game and are rooting for opposing sides.

Emma’s recruited practically the day they get back. She’s only just started at the Hellfire Club and has only done a tiny bit of Evil when Warren schedules an appointment with her, and then he, Scott and Jean make a better pitch than Shaw and his ilk could ever match. They’ve been to the future. Come join with us and we’ll give you an all access pass to memories detailing exactly what’s going to happen in these particular areas and many more. All you have to do is ask. Oh and also please don’t seduce any married teammates. Its bad form. To be honest, I don’t think it’ll be an issue because Deadpool assures us Morrison has been taken care of, and don’t worry if that makes no sense to you, its a head-scratcher for us to. Just roll with it.

Nate ages normally here so its not like he ends up besties with forty year old Wade, but the latter having his own plot-contrived knowledge of the future because He’s Just Like That, decides that he won’t be denied at least SOME kind of bond with The Bestie That Wasn’t. He becomes Nate’s official babysitter. Well, not official, seeing as how Scott, Jean and Maddy don’t hire him and are very clear that their son is not to be left alone with this man at any time, he is a terrible influence and he keeps giving our kid guns. But then Wade just shows up anytime they’re out because he just has a sixth sense for Making Trouble, and he terrifies away whatever babysitter’s there and greets the returning and exasperated parents with a cheery wave.

“I know what you’re going to say, but don’t worry, we didn’t do anything dangerous or against the law. All we did today was I taught him to make bombs, but we were very careful, we wore safety goggles and really, they were very little bombs. Not even anything atomic. I honestly don’t think any of them could have even blown up this whole house, and I’ve been meaning to say, I’m not impressed with the structural integrity of this place. Couldn’t you have picked something with a sturdier foundation? Its like you don’t even expect random space mercenaries to attack your place out of the blue every other month. Have any of you even read a single issue of your own comics?”

Scott’s jaw twitches Ominously. Wade starts gathering up his things. Jean rubs her forehead wearily.

“Wade, what do you even think ‘dangerous’ means?”

Wade pauses and cocks his head. Gives it a solid twenty seconds of thought. Then he shrugs.

“I don’t know actually. Don’t think I’ve ever really thought about it. I always figured it was just one of those things people just say. Like, ‘oh, it looks like rain today,’ even if they’re not a forecaster and have no real meteorological credentials to speak of. ‘Oh, this mission will be dangerous,’ and I don’t even have to use up all my ammo and I only get shot twice. Y’know?”

“Leave,” Scott says. More like intones. House shakes a little bit but that might just be Wade’s imagination. Its very active.

“Leaving!” He says hastily. He jumps through the closed window and then teleports away amid the falling shower of broken glass. Why didn’t he do that while he was still inside the room? No one knows. Not even Wade knows. Why did the chicken cross the road? Who the fuck cares, now is it Original Recipe or Crispy?

Scott, Jean and Maddy search the house while Nate angelically claims they won’t find anything, Wade doesn’t even bring him cool stuff anymore cuz he knows you’ll just take it.

Maddy finds a high-tech laser space gun under a floorboard in the closet. She holds it up with one eyebrow raised pointedly. Scott and Jean flank her and their own eyebrows raise in solidarity. Well Jean’s does. Scott’s probably does but its hard to tell sometimes. Depends on what glasses or visor he’s wearing.

“That was already there,” Nate tries. Most powerful telepath and telekinetic in the world, but the kid can’t lie for shit. There’s not much point in trying when one of your moms is the freaking Phoenix, and that’s a skill that takes practice he just doesn’t have.

The three sets of parental eyebrows make a V, judgingly.

“One month of no video games or TV?” Okay, so terrible liar but quick on his feet. At least he knows when he’s beat and jumps straight to trying to shape his own punishment proactively.

“Two months. And no flying lessons either,” Jean says. “And don’t pout at me, young man. You know the rules. No weapons inside the house unless your grandpa Corsair is visitng and we’re too tired to fight him on keeping knives under his pillow. This is a Do As We Say, Not As We Do house. Deal with it. Now, this is going with the others and you can have it back when you’re eighteen.”

It would have been three months, but Jean and Maddy caught a telepathic sniff from Scott. He’s just so proud of his kid thinking so tactically. He’s growing up so fast. Both women mentally roll their eyes. Why is he like this.

“I don’t see what the big deal is anyway,” Nate sulks. “Its just a stupid laser gun. I mean, Uncle Gabe blew up our last house with his brain.”

“Yes and it was an accident and he feels absolutely terrible about that which is why we’re not going to bring it up when he and Armando come visit this weekend, right?”

“You can have my full compliance for two weeks off my sentence.”

“Or we can have your full compliance or two weeks will be added to your sentence,” Maddy says.

“You guys suck,” declares the ten year old vessel of near unlimited psychic might. He goes to his room, stomping all the way up the stairs so his grievances can be heard even by the House of Snikt next door. Course, they’ve already been listening to the whole thing with their enhanced hearing. There was nothing good on TV. Jimmy made popcorn and chewed with his mouth open just to piss off Daken.

‘The second Father leaves the room, I am going to stab you in such a slow healing place you’ll still be bleeding at bed time.’ Daken mouths at his little brother from another universe. Jimmy scrunches his face in confusion.

‘What?’ He mouths back. He’s terrible at reading lips. Or anything that isn’t skateboarding, really. And yet Father’s so happy that ‘at least one of my kids is content with stupid normal stuff and doesn’t go around drawing cover fire just because a mission is going so well its boring and they haven’t even gotten to pop their claws out yet.’

“That’s only because you’ve coddled him. He’s barely ever even been shot at. Just the one time on vacation in Majipoor and he wasn’t even the target, the assassin was aiming for me. If you would just let me take him on a proper outing to gain some real experience - “

“Not gonna happen.” Logan shuts that down real quick.

“Really Father, just look at him. He has zero situational awareness. I’ve been glaring a hole in the back of his head for a full minute now and he has no idea. That could just as easily be an actual laser scope, you know. He’s a disgrace to the whole family.”

“Daken, we’ve been over this,” Logan says firmly. “You have your sisters to bond with over gratuitous violence. Leave your brother alone. I don’t want anyone traumatizing him until trauma finds him all on its own. It’ll happen sooner or later, he’s as much a part of this family as anyone and that means its as good as done already, so there’s no need to hurry it along. If later on he decides he’s got a taste for it, you can take him on all the outings to get shot at that you want. But he’s gotta figure it out for himself first, and he doesn’t need his big brother being the one who introduces him to all that. He idolizes you, you know.”

Daken scoffs. He can’t even get the brat to chew with his mouth closed.

“He cut his hair from that style he liked so much, just because you hated it so much,” Logan says obliviously. Daken nods like he’s conceding the argument and hastens from the room while he can still keep his mouth shut. It won’t benefit anyone at this point to tell their father that Jimmy really only cut his hair because Daken told him he would set it on fire if he didn’t.

Ugh, families are the worst. Don’t even get him started on Laura stealing some of his clothes to wear without asking. And then has the gall to yell back at him when he yells “Silk! Its the finest cut of silk! Does that mean nothing to you?” at her.

“Oh get over it. Its not like I asked for killer robots to interrupt my date.”

“Of course they were going to interrupt your date with that Julian boy. I keep telling you, he’s a magnet for trouble. I can tell. I’m one too, remember?”

“Fine, whatever, you’re right and I should just expect every date with Julian from now until the end of time to end with fire and disaster.”

“Well now you’re being melodramatic. There’s no way that boy makes it past twenty five. He doesn’t even have a healing factor.”

“Why do you hate him so much anyway? If you’d just give him a chance - “

“What are you talking about? I give him a chance every single time he’s here and I don’t kill him.”

“Ugh, I can’t even talk to you when you’re like this. You always do this, you just decide on something and then you commit to that like the fate of the world depends on you standing firm on what’s usually a completely arbitrary decision in the first place!”

Daken sniffs. “I can assure you, there’s absolutely nothing arbitrary about my disdain for the Keller boy.”

“His name is Julian,” Laura enunciates with a glare.

“I don’t care,” Daken enunciates with an expression of lofty superiority.

“You two are so dumb,” Gabby says from the end of the hallway. They both turn identical glares on her. They’d noticed her arrive several minutes ago but they weren’t about to be distracted from their battle of wills. “Laura, you know Daken isn’t actually going to kill Julian. He doesn’t do that anymore except for really bad people sometimes and he just talks about stabbing people or killing them cuz he thinks he’s funny and then he gets all pissy because nobody ever gets that he doesn’t really mean it. He doesn’t even hate Julian and he used to be fine with him before he started dating you, its just he doesn’t think he’s good enough for you.”

Daken frowns at the petite would-be peacemaker. Meddlesome toddler. “What are you even babbling about? None of that is remotely true.”

Gabby rolls her eyes up at her brother from her much lower height. She taps the side of her nose with emphasis. “You do know we all have the same abilities to smell and analyze scents as you do, right? And you know everything you can tell from peoples’ scent, right? Of course I’m right, I can smell it as clear as anything and so can Jimmy and Dad and we actually all know this and talk about it all the time, and its why Dad never actually gets mad at you for talking about killing people because he can smell you’re saying it just cuz you’re used to saying it but really you’re too marshmallowy on the inside now to do half the stuff you claim you’re gonna do. Hate to break it to you bro, but you’re a closet softie and you’ve been made. The nose doesn’t lie. Only reason Laura doesn’t know it is because you piss her off like its your favorite hobby and its probably impossible for her to smell anything beyond her own scent of Royally Pissed Off.”

Ugh. Meddlesome insightful toddler. Who asked for her intervention anyway? Daken crosses his arms in a way that’s decidedly aloof and not at all sulking.

Laura’s staring at their sister assessingly. “That’s really what you think is going on? And Jimmy and Dad think so too? You’re not just saying all that?”

Gabby bats her eyes up at them. “Would I lie to you?”

“Yes,” Laura says without missing a beat.

“Without a shadow of a doubt,” Daken says dryly, right on her heels.

“For the sake of a candy bar,” Laura adds, because that really did happen.

“Or just boredom, because god forbid you pick up another hobby that isn’t just Chaos.”

“This from the guy who only has fun when there’s blood and bullets flying about,” Gabby fires back from a position of petite petulance.

Daken smirks down at her. “Didn’t you just say I don’t really mean it when I say all of that?”

Gabby narrows her eyes. “Touché. My own words thrown back at me. I am undone.”

“Yes, well - “

Daken’s cut off as Jimmy chooses that moment to walk past them down the hallway to the bathroom. He’s laughing and shaking his head.

“You guys are both so dumb. She plays you like this all the time, and you never see it.”

“Silence, mortal!” Gabby thunders at their brother menacingly. The effect is somewhat diminished by the fact that she can’t hit a baritone note to save her life.

“No, I’m interested in hearing what he has to say,” Daken says coolly. “For once. This is a moment without precedent and one unlikely to occur again, so let’s explore it a bit.”

Jimmy sighs and shakes his head without ever losing that amused smirk. “Had to tack on that last part, didn’t you. Just couldn’t help yourself.”

“I am a faithful student of the Truth,” Daken says, matching his brother smirk for smirk.

“The point, Jimmy?” Laura prods aggressively before that can erupt into a wholly separate thing she wants no part of.

“Oh, right.” He shrugs nonchalantly. “Its kinda her thing with you two when you get like this. You pick a fight with Laura, Laura gets pissed off and succumbs to the family curse of Tunnel Vision at the Worst Possible Time, and you both go back and forth endlessly and like you have all the time in the world for your stupid tete a tete, because on account of you both being practically unkillable and immortal, you kinda do and you know it. And then whenever she gets bored of listening to you two, Gabby swoops in and draws both of your attention until you’re both so focused on being annoyed with her you don’t even realize you’re actually side by side agreeing with each other, and she keeps it up just long enough til she’s sure she can just say she’s bored now and just leave the room, leaving you both annoyed and frustrated by a fight you can’t even claim to have won because she really just kinda...left, in the middle of it, and you’re so focused on that, you’ve totally forgotten to be pissed at each other. And by the time you do remember, like, the moment has passed and peace has been returned to the kingdom. Or at least as peaceful as this place ever gets.”

Daken stares at his mistake of a brother in the hopes that if he stalled long enough, his senses would arrive at a different conclusion. But nope. Scents don’t lie, unlike baby sis, apparently. He’s telling the truth. And Daken really does not....care for that conclusion.

Gabby stamps her foot and glares up at their brother.

“You are such a tattletale. I am providing a service, by keeping this family free of these two constantly at each others throats, and how is that service repaid? With betrayal! I hate you, you’re dead to me. Never speak to me again or at least not until I’ve stopped being mad at you, but that could be like ten years or something, I don’t even know right now.”

She draws up to her full height and squares her shoulders as she thunders this Mighty Mouse style at the still laughing Jimmy. Then, seeing she’d yet to make a dent in his armor of amusement and he was failing to take her pronouncement seriously, she punctuated her declaration by spitting on their brother’s shoe. Daken’s eyebrows shoot up again, this time in amusement of his own. Gabby then spins around on her heel and stalks off down the hallway, muttering more dire threats under her breath as she goes, the sound of them nonetheless carrying clearly to three siblings with enhanced hearing of their own. And apparently, little sis could be quite creative. Who knew she’d been hiding such talent?

Jimmy barely even notices; he’s still staring down at his shoe.

“Dude, you spit on me! That’s so not cool.”

“Some things need to be expressed so strongly, mere words will not suffice,” Daken says loftily, savoring a slightly renewed sense of superiority.

One quickly dashed, of course, because apparently he just can’t have anything.

“Bold words from the seventy year old who needed the sixteen year old to clue him in he’s being regularly manipulated by the twelve year old,” Jimmy fires back. As a return volley, its obnoxiously effective, and Daken’s still grinding his teeth and searching for an adequate rejoinder as Jimmy just grins even wider and then strolls off down the hallway as well. Whistling either an absolutely hideous song or else proof that he’s absolutely hideous at whistling. Tough call. With him it could be either.

Daken and Laura both stare after him in silence as he rounds the corner and disappears, leaving only the lingering scent of smugness in his wake. Daken hates the scent of smugness. It has a particularly....cloying feel to it. Well not his of course. But everyone else’s, especially little brothers? Acrid is the only word adequate for that.

“Sometimes I really do want to stab him. Just a little bit. And I’m not even lying,” Daken says. Laura just nods, her own nose scrunched up in distaste as well.

“Honestly? Me too.”

Brother and sister enjoy the rare moment of solidarity.

“You know what’s really bugging me?” Laura says suddenly, still staring off down the hallway. Daken turns an inquiring eye on her, prompting elucidation. She frowns.

“Where the hell did he learn a phrase like tete a tete? I mean. Its Jimmy.”

Daken does know what she means, and frowns as the nagging awareness of that leaps from his sister to himself like memetic chain lightning.

“And he used it correctly. That’s....unexpected.”

“Sometimes I wonder if maybe he’s not as completely airheaded as he pretends, and the fact that he’s got everyone so convinced of that actually means he’s running circles around the rest of us,” Laura says. She shrugs. “Of course, then I have to question everything and who has that kind of time and also the very idea of genius mastermind Jimmy disturbs me on a deeply visceral level. So then I just. Stop doing that.”

Daken nods and sighs. “Sometimes, that’s all you can do.”

“Okay, this is annoying. I kinda still want to fight, but now fighting with you feels kinda anticlimactic. Ugh, siblings are the worst,” Laura declares with a glower. “They ruin everything.”

“On that, we can agree. With allowances for temporary occasions of some of them being bearable,” Daken says. “Some.”

“That’s the nicest thing you’ve never said to me, big brother,” Laura says lightly. Daken swiftly scowls but she holds up a hand to forestall any rebuttal. “Sorry, don’t mean to ruin the moment. I’m thinking about how else we can put all that frustrated energy to good use. Wanna go pick a fight with the Summers’ kids?”

A slow smile spreads across Daken’s face. “Well now. Finally, a family outing I can get behind. I believe that’s precisely what we need right now. Care to lead the way?”

He still hates her boyfriend, of course, but he supposes he can let that be.

For now, at least.

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The,,,boys they fuckinf did this to me yOU WONT BELIEVE THIS SHIT- so I went to a deadzone cabin for a DAY AND I MISS FUCKINF EVERYTHING, anyway SINCE I SAW SOME THINGS WITH ATEEZ AND THEIR NEW HAIR COLORS,,hehe I'M LOOKING- I said fuck it it's been a while why not ;)

Story Name: butterfly kisses

Ship: Poly!Ateez everyone x everyone :] Description: The boys discuss their newest hair colors, but not after catching Seonghwa with a INJURY- worried ramblings happen and comfort for the cure.

Seonghwa recently practiced too hard lately and hurt his hip, Ateez has always been prone to injuries- but it always downed the whole group, especially since it was so CLOSE to comeback. Seonghwa was of course upset he loved Dancing, it was something he held dear to his heart- he met everyone by dancing and singing and he felt blessed that he chose to do what he loved,,and got to meet all of his loves.

The first one to find out of course was Hongjoong, it was impossible he wouldn't- he always has a hawk eye on the group. Immediately he reacted with a soft " Hey Hwa? Does your hips hurt?? " he nervously whispers back " is it obvious? " Hongjoong then widens his eyes and says " Why have you not gotten it CHECKED Seonghwa?? " he knew he was upset by his tone, he wasnt gonna take it personally though because he KNEW how much Hongjoong truly cared. He was just scared for the eldest, worried.

Seonghwa looked up to see they were caught- Wooyoung was staring at them " neh what's wrong with Hyung?? " he asks Hongjoong with a worried frown. Hongjoong and Seonghwa hold a gaze for a second- it was obviously a " we promised to tell eachother everything I can't NOT tell them " it didn't help that Seonghwa knew exactly how that felt, Jongho and Mingi both have got injured and had to sit out and he hated it, he just wanted to dance with them again- Ateez can only be Ateez with all 8 of them.

Seonghwa spoke up to the practice room " I think,,I may have sprained my hip,," all the boys in the room immediately crowded to Seonghwa " Guys I'm sure it's a sprain its nothi- " he was quickly interrupted " yOU KNOW HOW A SPRAIN CAN END UP WORSE WHEN NOT TREATED " Woo shouted obviously upset. Jongho nodded pouting slightly, and Mingi yelled a " YEAH ", Yunho looked down at Seonghwa very very sadly " hyung,,," Yeosang held on lightly to the back of Seonghwa's shirt, he wasn't the best at talking for comfort, he WAS good at giving touch for comfort though. San pouted loudly " Hyung you know we care more about you than the comback!!! Atiny would say so too! " he knew that, he just missed Atiny a lot, and wanted to preform so bad. He looked at his array of boys and said " I'll get it checked out I promise ".

And so he did. He was right. It was a sprain. He came home that night to 7 boys all staring at him " so? " San said rising lightly from the couch of boys, his sweater engulfing the boy. San wasn't tiny, not even a bit but he loved His boyfriends sweaters. " it's a sprain- I knew it was " he sighed walking to the couch, " Come here Hyung, let us give you some love " Seonghwa melted at the thought. He softly fell onto the couch and got absolutely swarmed. It started with the biggest of the boys, softly moving his hair out of his face and smooching his cheeks, he giggled at the sentiment. Hongjoong gave him a peck on the lips and gave him kissed all over his face and hands, Wooyoung wrapped his arm around Seonghwas and said " you know all my teasing is just for fun right? You know I love you a lot right Hyung ?? " he says tearing up lightly " oh Woo I know, I know- " he cups his face and gives Woo a gentle kiss " I'm confident you love me, as I love all of you " Hongjoong wandered over and brought his head to Seonghwa and nuzzled it against his. " I love you Seonghwa,," " I love you too Hongjoong " he kissed Hongjoongs nose, Hongjoong giggled and switched with Jongho. Normally you wouldnt be able to tell this but Jongho was pouting. He never pouted- hes always been the tough it out kind of guy, Seonghwa said sadly " are you upset with Hyung? " Jongho looked into Seonghwa eyes with endearment " I'm not upset with you, I'm upset because you are hurt " San came up beside Jongho and said " None of us are upset with you, we were just worried Hyung ". Seonghwa really wanted to cry, he knew it was dumb but he just was always so full of love and happiness with his boys. He brought both of them into a hug and kissed San on the mouth and Jongho on the cheek. Jongho gave him a small smile before backing off with San to make room for Yeosang.

Yeosang crawled to him and gave Seonghwa a hug making sure to avoid his waist, he laid his head into his Hyungs neck and said " I love you " he brought his head back up and looked into Seonghwas eyes, Seonghwa moved Yeosangs long hair " I love you too Yeosang,, " then Seonghwa noticed " hey what, are we gonna do with our hair for this comeback? " immediately Mingi said " I WANNA DO AN UNDERCUT! " Seonghwa choked " y-you wanna get aN UNDERCUT???? " " I mean last time I checked it looked hot on you " Seonghwa choked again. Yunho said " I kinda wanna try what Hongjoong did in Wave but like when it faded " he smiled " You wanna do pink? Then I'll do your blue from Wave " " OOO MATCHING AGAIN " Yunho exclaimed happily Wooyoung screamed back " I'm keeping my hair black hehe!! " " I'm doing natural too!! " San said back to Woo, Seonghwa said " I'm thinking a softer color then this, maybe a grayish color?" I'll keep my hair long re bleach it blond, maybe,,,,do,,a mullet " Yeosang said softly which got a lot of attention " a- a MULLET HAHA " Mingi laughs, Yeosang totally got karma for making fun of Hongjoongs mullet originally haha. " I wanna dye my hair half red,,like what Mingi did with green way back,," " YOU WANNA DYE YOUR HAIR????? " WOO SHOUTED, Jongho laughed at the outburst " it seems fun why not " " god red?? " what's with us and red " Yeosang questioned " shut up mullet boy " Mingi said " SHUT UP MINGI " " HEY NO FIGHTING DURING CUDDLE TIME " Hongjoong yelled in and got them to quiet not without a few last words" I'll get you back MINGI" " please dont I wanna live, I have so many boyfriends please Yeosang MERCY " Yeosang scoffed and said " buy me chicken then your blood will stay in your body " Mingi smiled back " Deal "

They all took their turns taking showers and wandering to a single room to have a complete cuddle pile, these only happened when all the boys felt really down or really happy- okay so they happened pretty much when anything happened- even when they were angry at eachother BAM cuddle pile. Seonghwa being the last out of the shower to join the boys in Yunho and Sans specially assigned room, at times like this they just blew up inflatable mattresses god knows how long itd take to get a mattress to fit ALL FUCKING 8 OF THEM. BUT it would also be too obvious what all their relationship was if they all shared a bed, or maybe not- Korea was kinda ignorant in that aspect but Hongjoong and Seonghwa were way too nervous that if someone found out it would KILL their reputation and everything they worked for. So a simple inflatable mattress would have to do, and it did well. Yunho crawled out the bed to put a background noise movie on, cuddle piles meant all attention on eachother, you dont need to talk, you can just bask in the touch and get head pats and just slowly drift to sleep or get mind numbed by the touch, it was just a great way to relax for a lot of the groups overthinkers. It started with meaningless talk, Mingi telling childhood stories about how one time he ate a bug and then cried and since then has been scared of all bugs, Yunho talked about his younger sibling, how when they were born everything just came naturally, Seonghwa came in and talked about how he was the youngest and all the things he used to get away with, they all had soft laughs before they got to the affection stage of the cuddle pile.

It starts with one of the members patting ones head, another kissing ones cheek, it's just a surplus of touching and affection and it's fantastic. Yeosang is the one instantly out with these effects, and Hongjoong is as well, he always falls asleep really easily but head rubs knocked him out. All of them slowly fall asleep, San, Woo, Jongho, Yunho,

then it's just Mingi and Seonghwa. Mingi pats his chest, he knows what this means, it means I am here for you, come here. He has seen it in every single one of them, it's a gesture open to only them. He moved into Mingis chest and breathed in deeply. He smelled of Pine trees, from Jonghos body wash no doubt. His brain became numb in the smell and warmth, the only thought being comfort. It was 1 am and they all had to get their hair done at 6, but for now he was home, he was with his lovers.

And then it was, Seonghwa, and Mingi.

Guess who finished this this at 1 am?? ThIS PERSON HAHA- but once i write i dont stop so HAJSJWJ I havent written in a long while and I think this takes the cake??? Anyway it's kind of Seonghwa Centric on total accident, also I'm sure the timing is off- I'm sure Seonghwas injury was known after he dyed his hair and That Yunho filmed his news earlier before they dyed their hair BUT FORGET THAT SHIT I said NO SENSE ONLY SOFT KISSES, will I draw this?? No one knows- i also bet no one knew this account was a personal LMAO THE MORE U KNOW

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keiths-conspiracy-theories · 6 years ago

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may I request soft Keith headcanons

I’m quite sure it’s been half a year since I received this (I’m so sorry) but YES! :) I’m so so sorry it took so long, but here you are, my lovely! Thank you for requesting!

SOFT KEITH HEADCANONS(lowkey Keith x Reader)

When Keith returns from the Blade of Marmora and finds out he’d been dubbed Lone Wolf Keith, it hurts just a little bit

But he thinks that if the others see him that way, maybe he should just stick to playing his part

Like how Shiro is Shiro the Hero, or how Pidge is Science Wiz Pidge

He pretends his heart doesn’t drop to his stomach when he hears from Lance how much Allura hated acting him out

Stupid, annoying, lone wolf Keith… Maybe there was nothing else about him good enough or memorable enough for him to be anything else

You worriedly watch him leave the lounge while the others are still laughing, not knowing that there was something sinister stuck on a loop in his head, playing like a broken record

You’re not good enough, Keith. You never were; not for your foster homes, not for your dad, not for the Garrison.

You’ll never be good enough for the team too.

Instead of growing sad, he gets angry. At the world. At himself. Because that’s all he’s ever known to do

You find him in the training room not long afterwards, panting and grunting as he slashes training bot after training bot, snarling at the system when it doesn’t activate the next level faster than he wants it to

His vision is so red he doesn’t notice when you enter the room, doesn’t notice you wince at the sound of metal on metal every time his blade connects with its target

But you stay anyway, watching him self-destruct

Your hands itch to stop him, but you don’t, because you know it’s the way he’s learned to cope, even if you don’t understand it

When he finally stops an absurd amount of time later, he startles and nearly lashes out when an icy water bottle is shoved into his face

When he realizes it’s you, his walls come up around him faster than you expect

“Are you okay?” You whisper

“Why wouldn’t I be?” He bites back before all your words have the chance to leave your mouth

His words and his face are all scorching fire, hoping that the flames are hot enough to turn you away. And they are; so hot that they burn you

You stay.

Keith doesn’t take the water, too stubborn to admit exhaustion, so he returns to the bots because they don’t ask questions

You, like him, are just as stubborn, so you sit in the corner of the training room, pretending like you’re interested in him beheading training bots one after another like he’s chopping wood for a campfire

Hours later, when Keith has finally had enough, he packs up his things and turns to leave

What he doesn’t expect is to find that you’re still here; that you feel safe enough with him that you’d let yourself fall asleep in the corner like that

If he wanted, he could kill you right now; slash your throat like he’d done to the bots

He slowly comes to a stop before you

Your mouth is open, you’re sleeping in an inhuman position, and there’s saliva pooling at the corner of your lips, but Keith can’t stop staring

There’s a weird feeling in his chest

You… hadn’t left

Keith foregoes his shower to take you to your room, sneaking through the halls as he does so

Instead of carrying you in his arms, he has you thrown over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes

You’d actually woken up when his bony shoulder rammed into your stomach so hard you actually gagged a little, but you kept quiet, knowing Keith was probably banking on the fact that you were still asleep and wouldn’t remember this

The next morning when you see him at breakfast, you pretend you don’t

Allura suggests another team bonding exercise for the afternoon

Keith is the first one to snarl at the idea and leave

It seems like you’re running after him a lot these days

You track him down once more, but this time, in Red’s hangar where he’s cleaning his blade by her paw

“Can’t you leave me alone?” He growls in annoyance when he sees you

You recoil a little at his harsh words but still shake your head stubbornly and sit

You two had never been that close, at least not particularly closer to each other than say him and Lance

But you’d always been more of a lover than a fighter

And in this giant, cold space castle several light years away from Earth, you didn’t want a single person to feel alone

“If Zarkon attacks right now, I might not see you tomorrow” You tell him

“What?”

“You know I actually enjoy spending time with you,” You urge, because at that moment, you were desperate for him to understand. You needed him to understand. “You know that right? You’re interesting, and– and funny. And smart, even if you don’t think so.”

Keith stares you, bewildered

And you think offhandedly that its probably the first time he’s shown you such an expression.

“I’m not Lance” he retorts, a little bit defensively. It’s off-topic, as if he’s trying to find the punchline of the joke before anyone else can say it. His eyes search yours warily, and for a moment, you’re unsure of what to say.

“I know you’re not.” You say thoughtfully. “You’re… you.”

Keith is quiet for a long time afterwards.

You spend the next few months chipping away slowly at his shell

Some days, his walls come down faster than you’re ready for. Other days, his walls are like an iron fortress built with no doors.

But if there’s anything you learned from spending the last several years floating aimlessly in a dark abyss, it’s patience

“Patience yields focus” you mimic Shiro one day at breakfast while half-asleep in a voice that’s so low your throat closes up.

You hadn’t expected to pull a small laugh out of Keith with that, but you do and you’re so pleasantly surprised, your widened eyes shine when you look at him

“What?” Keith asks defensively not a moment later, smile gone and lips pressed down into a tight line

You open your mouth to reassure him, but Pidge beats you to the punch

“I like your laugh, Keith” She says like it’s no big deal. “Yeah, man,” Hunk agrees thoughtfully through a mouthful of goo.

Both you and Keith turn to look at them with wide eyes.

“Indeed you do have a nice laugh” Allura comments before offering to refill his bowl of food goo.

“Well I think I can make mullet laugh the hardest,” Lance goads loudly and suddenly, like it’s somehow turned into a competition. “Get ready to lose, loser!” He says while looking at you.

You decide to play along, trying to suppress the smile threatening to burst out from your lips. You want to play along.

“Round 1, dad jokes?” You suggest.

Shiro and Coran both stand up suddenly with a gleam in their eyes.

There’s something that shifts within you and Keith after that morning.

You’ve spent so long trying to protect Keith from knowing what it’s like to feel lonely in the castle that in a way, spending time with him made you feel less lonely too

You told yourself for a long time that you were doing it for his sake, for his sake, for his sake, that it was hard for you to admit that perhaps you were a little more selfish than that, seeking Keith out to quell your own loneliness too

It becomes more than just you and Keith vs the world after that

Rather than finding Keith alone in the training room, you find him beheading bots with Lance

There isn’t just the sound of screeching metal anymore. There’s the sound of Keith’s goading and Lance’s snickering in between the sounds of heads colliding with the floor

When you check on Keith in Red’s hangar now, Shiro is there too, keeping Red’s armour clean while Keith cleans his blade.

There’s light-hearted teasing and sometimes, the glimmer of amusement in Red’s eyes as she watches them from above.

Keith spends less time in his room now, more often than not, having been dragged to the common area to watch Pidge tinker with her computer.

But there’s Hunk and chocolate chips and a space movie and warm blankets and you haven’t seen Keith this relaxed in a long time.

You’re happy for him. So, so happy, and maybe…

Maybe he doesn’t quite need you anymore.

There’s a large viewing deck on the quiet side of the castle that has become your solace.

It’s quiet and lovely and you can see all the stars in the distance as the castle moves quietly along.

but as lovely as the stars are, you find yourself watching them with a heavy feeling in your heart

It feels……………….. lonely

You push down the feeling, but just as you can push it down no longer, a knock startles you out of your thoughts.

Keith’s head pops out from behind the wall, looking nervous and so out of his element.

“You okay?” He asks.

#keith x reader #voltron imagines #voltron x reader #voltron headcanons #character development #angst #happy ending #wow i haven't written in nearly half a year #i feel rusty but i really enjoyed writing this #i hope everyone who happens to come across this does too!

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imagineaworlds · 6 years ago

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Three Days -- Marcus Arguello

Written By: @desperately-bisexual

Request: “Hey! I love your fics, and I saw that you write for deadly class? Can I get a Marcus fic where chester (fuck face) takes the reader and calls Marcus with his demands? Hope that's enough xD. tHanks!”

Warnings: Mature Content!!!!!!! (16+). Kidnapping. Drugging. Threatening with a weapon. Mentions of bestiality. Mention of masturbation. Cursing. Angst. Mention of murder. Description of murder. Like everything bad is in here, except for pure smut. So be aware.

Pairing: Marcus Arguello x Assassin!Reader

Word Count: 2026

Listen To: Like I’m Gonna Lose You by Jasmine Thompson

A/N: This turned out to be much longer, and much more intense than I expected. Yikes.

I shivered against the coldness of the blade pressed against my skin. I tried not to cry, I tried not to move… I was paralyzed with fear. When I had woken up, I found myself tied to a chair in Shabnam’s house. Only a week before had Marcus and I gone to his house for a party that the rat’s put together. But there I was, frightened to death in that same house with a knife dragged lightly across my skin, not enough pressure to cut me, though.

He circled me, groaning and moaning, and I felt sick. I didn’t know what he wanted with me, or what he was going to do to me. But telling by the state of Shabnam’s house, I wasn’t hopeful for the best. Who was this man that had taken me…

An hour ago, I was walking through the city with Maria and Saya. They decided to go steal some alcohol from the nearby liquor store, but I wanted no part of it. I was waiting outside for them, my eyes focused on the sidewalk, when someone came up from behind me and put a chloroform cloth over my mouth. I tried to remember my training, something— anything… but my thoughts were getting fuzzy, and then I was out.

When I woke up, I couldn’t see his face, but I knew whoever he was, he was in the room with me, watching me. We sat in silence for minutes, and I was too scared to say anything. I hadn’t taken any class yet where they had shown me how to get out of a hostage situation, all school was about was how to kill someone, how to dispose of the body, who to manipulate targets, etc. There was nothing about this.

As he brought the knife up, closer to my breasts, I stiffened. I thought he was about to cut my shirt open before he stopped. I took a deep breath and held in a sob. “You’re one tough cookie,” the man said, his thick southern accent pouring into the room like molasses. “All the others were crying and squealing when I took them, but not you. I can see why Marcus likes you so much.”

Marcus. He must have been so worried about me… Did he even know? How long had I been gone for? Did Maria or Saya notice I was gone, had they gone back to King’s Dominion for help? Marcus, my love… What did this monster want with him…

“What you say we give him a lil’ call, let ‘im know you’re alive… for now.” My heart pounded in my chest. “Give me the number, and I won’ hurt ya.” I didn’t say anything to him, even as he put the knife against my throat. I called his bluff. “Too bad. I already got the number from the lovely people in the kitchen. I jus’ wan’ed to see if you’d give.” My eyes followed him as he sat in front of me, a phone in his hand. I finally got a good look at him. His face was completely burned, his arm, too. He had a mullet, and fashioned multiple earrings and other jewelry.

“Please, don’t,” I choked. “I’ll do whatever you want, just leave Marcus out of this.”

“No can do, lady,” he said as he dialed, “This has everything to do with Marcus, I just need you to get to him.” He put the phone up to his ear, and there was silence as the phone rang. Then, “Hey, lover-boy. I just wanted to give you call, let you know that our lil’ meetin’ in Vegas wasn’ part of your hippie drug trip or not’in’. Do ya remember? I told ya I was goin’ fuck wit’ ya.” There was silence as he listened on the phone. I just wanted to hear Marcus’ voice one last time. “Oh, you’re lovely lady friend told me how I could find ya. Nice lady, doesn’ react well to the drugs I pumped in her.”

He took the phone away from his ear and put it on speaker, then held it out. I knew what he wanted from me. “Marcus…” I whispered. I didn’t know if I could talk any louder than that. I heard a breathless sigh came from the other side of the line. “Marcus, I’m okay. Don’t do anything he—” before I could finish, the man had the phone back on his ear. I tried to hold back the tears welling in my eyes.

“Anyway, she told me all about your new school, that you got accepted ‘cause of what ya did at the boy’s home. What it feel like livin’ my life, huh, Marcus? How does it feel takin’ my rightfully deserved fame? Takin’ my birthright. Don’t worry ‘bout it, now, Marcus. You’ve taken somet’in’ from me, so I’ve taken somet’in’ from ya. Now we’re fair and square. She’ll make a great pet, don’t sweat it. I’ll take good care of her.” The man smirked. “What I wan’ from ya is evert’in’ ya stole from me! I wan’ my fame and fortune, asshole! Or I’ll fuckin’ kill ya girl!” He calmed himself, “But, don’t worry ‘bout not’in, Marcus. I’ll treat her right before I blow her brains out. Hey, you remember that poodle I really like back in the day? Your girl really reminds me of her.”

A beat of silence as I debated what he meant by that. And then he put the phone on speaker again. “Marc—”

“Listen, we don’t have much time. I’m going to come and get you, okay? Everything will be fine. Just do what he says, and keep yourself alive, alright? I love you.”

I felt a tear run down my cheek, “Marcus, please… don’t do what he says… I’m not worth it.”

“Don’t fucking talk like that. I love you, okay? I’m coming for you.”

“I love you, too.”

The man put the phone back on his ear, “Oh, and just to speed you and ya lil’ friends along, I’m givin’ you three days to find us. Three days or I send her head to ya fancy new school. She’ll be packaged up along with ya ol’ pal Chico and a letter saying who killed ‘em.”

Chico… How did this man know about Chico? How did he know about Maria? About Vegas? About Marcus? My head was spinning.

For two days, that man held me hostage in Shabnam’s living room. We didn’t hear from Marcus or the others, and my captor hadn’t made any contact with them. He brought me dog food and water in a dog dish for every meal. He talked to and treated me like an animal, and at meals he would watch Animal Planet and National Geographic. On the first night, I realized why his hand was down his pants during the “Dogs of Mexico” segment.

He turned to me, “That bitch right there reminds me of Marcus’ side squeeze, Maria,” he rolled the r in her name.

He didn’t speak to me the rest of that night. By the second night, he was joking about how he would kill me, how he would send mine and Chico’s heads with packing peanuts, the worst human invention. He talked about the poodle he compared me to— showed me pictures of it.

He came towards me once he was finished, the knife in his hands again. I thought that was it for me. I watched helplessly as he considered the strength it would take to saw my head of my body. And then he went to the kitchen to consider a butcher knife, instead.

I finally let myself cry for the first time in a long while. At King’s Domain, I could only cry around Marcus and Billy. If anyone else saw me like that, they would think me weak and easy target, and I couldn’t have that reputation at a school full of blood thirsty assassins.

While he was gone, I heard the floorboard creak behind me. I jumped and looked over my shoulder the best I could. I saw Maria standing there with her face paint, red dress, and weapons disguised as fans. I tried to warn her that he wouldn’t be gone long. She knew. She snuck around the floor more carefully, weaving through the piles of trash.

Then I heard footsteps on the level above us, in Shabnam’s room. I should have known she wouldn’t come alone. The others must have come with her. Maria pounced when she was close enough and cut my bindings. I stood and rubbed my wrists before throwing my arms around her. “We don’t have much time, hermosa. Come.”

“Where’s Marcus?”

“He wanted to be the one to kill Chester.”

“Come on, let’s get you out of here.”

“No, I want to help Marcus,” I argued quietly. The footsteps from upstairs came into the living room, and I saw Saya. “You have to find Chico’s head, and that psycho might have even kept the body, too.”

“You haven’t eaten in days, you can’t fight like this.”

“I can, and I will. Go.”

Saya took Maria’s hand, and they went off to search the rest of the house. As I turned to head to the kitchen, I heard dishes break in a struggle. I tried not to think about the shooting pain in my legs as I ran towards the noise. The man who had kept me hostage, this Chester, had Marcus in a headlock, and Marcus struggled for air. I jumped in to help him.

Marcus got free of Chester’s grip and wheezed while I threw a punch to Chester’s burnt cheek. “Fucking asshole,” I cursed as I threw another punch.

Chester saw the third one coming, though, and nailed me in the stomach. I stumbled back into Marcus, who caught me. I looked up at him, and before we could say anything to each other, Chester came at us both with his knife. I dodged the attack, and hit his wrist, causing him to drop the knife on the floor. While I held Chester back, Marcus scrambled for the knife. Chester bucked and cursed as I jumped onto his back to slow him down. I managed to get my arm around his neck, and wrap my legs around his arms and torso.

Marcus turned the knife in his hand. “Kill him, Marcus!” I yelled. Marcus lunged and stabbed Chester in the abdomen. Chester groaned and stopped fighting against me. I fell away from him as he tumbled to the ground, holding his bleeding wound. “Burn in hell, fuck face,” I said, unironically. I spat down at him and fell into the kitchen counter. My legs stung, and my nose felt broken. My lip was bleeding, and my stomach ached.

Marcus hurried to me as I crashed into dirty pots and pans. “Hey, you’ve gotta stand up, babe. You can’t fall asleep, or you might never wake up.” He was right. Even if I had a mild concussion, closing my eyes was the worst thing I could do for myself. I tried to stay focused on his eyes and busted lips. “I’m so sorry,” he said. “This is all my fault.”

I put a hand on his shoulder to maintain my balance, “No, it’s not. It’s just the job. This is only the first of many experiences we’ll have like this.” Marcus held my face in his hands. “Thank you for coming for me.”

He scoffed, “You’ve gotta be kidding. I wasn’t going to let you die in Shabnam’s house, how humiliating would that be?”

“Always the jokester, Arguello. Just kiss me.”

He pressed his lips against mine, “I’m sorry. I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

Maria and Saya came running in. Saya had a bowling ball bag over her shoulder, and I knew what was in there— rather, who was in there. Maria said nothing about it, none of us did. “Willie’s outside with the car. Let’s get out of here,” Saya said.

Marcus kept his arm around me, keeping me close to him, as we left Shabnam’s house. I always fucking hated that house.

deadly class family: @peggy1999 @gorgeousdarkangel @marvelismylifffe

#deadly class #marcus arguello #marcus arguello imagine #deadly class imagine #the deadly class #deadly class imagines #marcus arguello imagines #marcus arguello smut

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silverineontherun · 6 years ago

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A Shance/Jeith Valentine’s Fic

No, aliens didn’t brainwash me. I’m still your good ol’ KL stan, but this time I’m bringing a humble (and late) offering to my two wives, kunfetti and @birdsandivory, who deal with me on a daily basis, support me and make my life better. Also, I admit I’m like a lousy husband who smashes together two festivities because this was going to be a Xmas present, but the whole premise was much better for Valentine’s so... here we are. I hope you like it! <3

There are three parts: An introduction, a Shance fic and a Jeith fic. You can pick which one to read first, or not read the other if it isn’t your cup of tea! // LINKS MAY NOT WORK ON MOBILE, please try reading on pc in that case!

T rated, around 2.5k each part, Canon divergence, set somewhere in S8 I guess (but who cares, right?), Atlas background. Lance and James make a deal to get their men on this special date. Enjoy!

*****

It’s the most unlikely alliance to ever exist. It entails swallowing his pride and clenching his teeth for it. But all’s fair in love and war, and there’s really no better way to achieve the goal this time.

At least that is Lance’s conclusion, as he waits for the missing piece of the puzzle to appear, hoping his plan will work.

“Griffin,” he calls, intercepting James just outside the gym. The pilot raises an eyebrow and gets closer to the paladin, drinking from his water bottle and making a questioning grunt.

Lance sighs. They never exchanged more words than necessary before, given that silent bad blood they had since their Garrison days but... he thinks this is necessary, after all.

“Hey, dude. So, uh, been meaning to ask… What are you doing for Valentine’s Day?”

James chokes on his water, spitting part of it. Lance gets out of the way just in time, frowning.

“Gross!”

“Wh-why are you even asking, McClain?!” asks James, still coughing.

Lance realizes too late that his wording may have been slightly confusing and, scrunching his nose, he hurries to add:

“Wait, no, nonono, no one is asking you out! Jeez, dude. I just have something important to discuss with you about it.” He crosses his arms and cocks his hip, staring at James from head to toe, the pilot looking flustered in his gym attire. Surprisingly, not at bad sight. Would this really work? In all fairness, if it did, he’d be doing a favor for a bro in the way, so it’s not like he is twisting things for his own benefit only… right?

Right. But he needs to confirm his suspicions first, and since time presses, subtlety is a luxury he can’t afford. So…

“Say, Griffin... You have the hots for Keith, don’t you?” he asks, blunt and direct.

Another fit of coughing has James now tearing up, completely flushed. Lance growls, irritated.

“C’mon, dude, pull yourself together!”

“What the hell are you talking about?!” yells James, but when other members of the Atlas crew look at him scandalized, he lowers his tone, still beet red. “Why are you asking me these things?!”

“I said I need to discuss something important! Actually, more like ask for a favor, I guess, though I think it could work both ways,” confesses Lance, scratching his chin.

“What does it have to do with— What the—?”

“I’m taking that as a yes.”

“I HAVEN’T—”

“Ugh, man, c’mon! Okay, listen, I have no reason to trust you, and you have no reason to trust me, but know that if I’m doing this, it’s only because I’m desperate,” Lance declares. His eyebrows knit in the middle as he gets menacingly close to James. “So, I need your help and I’m gonna explain why. However, if you tell anybody about what you’re about to hear, you’ll find yourself mysteriously tossed into the trash shuttle to never be found again…”

“You come to me, attack me with random questions, threaten me and expect me to help you? Are you serious?” asks James, baffled.

“Yes! Exactly. And now I’m about to tell you a secret that you’ll protect with your life, Unibang,” mumbles Lance, looking side to side and behind him before getting even closer to James, who touches his bangs on reflex and is boiling with irritation. “So. I may be in need of some time alone with uhm… Captain Shirogane. To settle some matters. Personal matters, if you catch my meaning...”

James’ irritation gives way to a mocking scoff.

“Pff, that’s no secret. Anyone with two eyes knows that already,” he sneers.

“Excuse me?!” exclaims Lance, eyes wide-open.

“Not very subtle about that crush, McClain. You’re a paladin and all, but you’re still a loudmouth clown,” says James, one corner of his mouth crooking in a shit-eating grin. Lance blushes, clenching his fists in a comical pouty expression.

“Says who? Mullet-lover? Number one member of Keith’s fans club, sighing in the corners for him?” he retorts, going for his most annoying voice, the same he used multiple times with Keith himself.

“What?!” James’ smile disappears, and red tint smears his cheeks and ears again. Lance laughs.

“No use denying it! I can smell that sexual tension between you two from across the Atlas, it’s honestly distracting…”

“There’s no such thing!”

“Dude. The looks. Are you serious?” asks Lance.

“There’s no such thing,” repeats James, this time softer. He lowers his eyes. “He doesn’t look at me that way. You’re wrong.”

There’s a small pause, while a group of cadets leaves the gym waving at Lance, who waves back at them casually smiling before crossing his arms and tilting his body towards James.

“Oh my god, you’re pitiful,” he deadpans.

“Shut up!”

“No, for real dude, now I think I’m the one who’ll do you a favor,” says Lance, pity seeping into his voice, making James wince.

“I’m not helping you!” he growls.

“Helping me? Bro, you need more help than me. Listen, this is our chance to spend some time with these two oblivious numbskulls. Quality time, I mean?” mutters Lance, and James can’t help but feel his interest peaking.

“How?” he asks, resigned to prove Lance right. The twitch on the paladin’s lip shows he noticed that, but at least he has the delicacy to not tease him about it this time.

“Well, this is our first Valentine’s aboard the Atlas, and the non-humans are all crazy about it, they find it so cute.” Lance rolls his eyes, but smiles. “I guess it is. From what I heard, everyone is preparing for tomorrow but that means getting free time will be harder than usual... So people are trying to take shifts with their friends and preparing weird gifts… do you have any friends, by the way?” asks Lance, putting a condescending hand on the pilot’s shoulder.

“Of course I do, jerk,” answers James, slapping the hand away.

“Oh, too bad. Because you’ll have to ditch them,” Lance shrugs.

“And for what?” grumbles James, starting to lose his patience.

“Well. Here’s the thing. If I want to spend some time with Shiro tomorrow, I need an excuse for Keith to go somewhere else, because I’m pretty sure he doesn’t even know what Valentine’s is... so that means he’ll stay glued to Shiro like any ordinary day,” explains Lance.

These words seem to affect James. He makes an angry pout, crossing his arms.

“Haven’t you considered that maybe that’s what they want? Why would we get in their way?” he asks, in a tone way too resentful.

That pouty face shifts to anger when Lance snorts and then lets a sing-song laugh resound through the corridor.

“Oh, man. Ooooh man. If that’s what worries you, let me tell you: we’ll do them a favor too. When they are together they only have these long-ass conversations about life and duty that are NOT for people their age,” says Lance. Smirking, he adds: “It’s like going to prom with your sister, dude. For real, Griffin, get your head in the game... now I see why you’re doing zero progress.”

“Well, excuse me for knowing nothing about your personal affairs, paladins,” grunts James, offended. And, yeah, he won’t admit it, but clearly relieved too. Lance can't help grinning.

“I’m giving you privileged info here, you’re welcome! Anyways, that’s still a problem, because they are two crazy workaholics and you can bet your ass that Keith will go to Shiro if he gets bored with no one around. And since everyone else is busy… I need you to distract him. See where I’m going?” he asks, making finger guns at James, who looks at him unimpressed.

“In fact, no.”

“C’mon! I’m asking you to be Keith’s date tomorrow!” exclaims Lance, and James blushes again.

“What makes you think he’ll accept something like that?”

“He doesn’t have to! You can casually go meet him and distract him with, I don’t know, some work related stuff I guess. Knives and cosmic wolves are other topics he enjoys if that tickles your fancy,” says Lance, rolling his eyes. “You stay with him, I stay with Shiro, and we both win. Easy peasy.”

James opens his mouth to protest and refuse, but he discovers that, surprisingly, there’s no real reason to say no. Frowning, he sweeps his fingers through his face, thinking.

What’s the worst that could happen? If he goes to Keith and he is dismissed it’ll be alright. Of course, if he lets Keith go back to Shiro he’ll never hear the end of it from Lance, but asides from that… what’s there to lose?

This conclusion must appear on his face because Lance smirks at his expression, cunning and mischievous.

“So… I take it we have a deal?”

And James can’t even believe when he hears himself say:

“Yeah... Yeah, alright.”

*****

They are outside the first floor common lounge. People are loud all around and in the halls, some working, some enjoying the sudden Valentine’s spirit forced into the Atlas corridors, though some interpretations are kind of questionable. They see a few people wearing weird costumes and eating strange things, and Lance and James look at each other confused, but too nervous to comment on it. The paladin taps his foot insistently, while the pilot watches how people start disappearing into other rooms and floors, signaling that it’s time for them to move. Their intel told them they have two objectives to cover: The Captain’s quarters, and the Lion’s Bay.

“You ready?” asks Lance.

“... Yeah,” answers James, not ready at all.

“I need more conviction than that, please,” demands Lance, twisting his hands, tense. James eyes his motions with curiosity.

“This was your idea, why are you so nervous?” he asks.

Lance stops moving and stares at James with an abnormally soft expression.

“I have my reasons, dude. Unlike you, I think I only have a fifty percent chance to succeed, at most. That’s, like... fifty percent chance to fail and die of embarrassment too.”

For once, Lance is devoid of all his usual flair and confidence, and James feels like he is finally catching a glimpse of the real McClain under these loud, colorful layers. And, honestly? This dude is not so bad.

“Who’s pitiful now?” he asks, but it’s not ill-intended. Lance gives him a look, but then scoffs and the smirk stays on his face.

“Yeah, enjoy gloating while I try to save our Valentine’s Day. Friendly reminder that you’d be weeping in a corner forever if not for my brilliant idea, though. I’m not letting you live it down,” he says, bumping their shoulders.

“Maybe I’ll be weeping in a corner tomorrow,” mumbles James.

It’s weird how easily he is allowing himself to show his fear, wondering if he isn’t making a mistake, putting himself in such a vulnerable spot. But the hand that comes to rest over his shoulder this time is not condescending, but encouraging.

“Relax, it’ll be alright,” assures Lance, shaking James’ shoulder. “Believe it or not… I consider Keith a friend. And I know him enough to say I’m not joking about the tension between you two. Things will work out, but! You gotta be tough as nails, Mullet-man can be a handful if he wants to.”

James laughs, already feeling better.

“I’ll take your word, then. Thanks.”

“You’re welcome. But please don’t piss him off, if he storms in while I’m working my magic with Shiro, I’ll die and my ghost is gonna haunt you forever,” warns him Lance, pointing a finger at him. James scrunches his nose.

“Do I want to know…?”

“Nope,” cuts Lance. But then the accusing finger becomes an extended hand and James, after doubting a second, takes it in a brotherly clasp.

“Good luck, dude. Don’t mess it up,” says Lance.

“You too. Go for the good fifty percent,” answers James, making the other smile cheekily.

“Hah. You bet!”

After that, they let go and walk in opposite directions, both shivering slightly, scared and excited in equal parts. And also, even though they don’t know it, both making a mental note to let the other know at breakfast how everything goes. Maybe to cry in each other’s shoulder, should it all go really, really, really bad.

If it even goes, to begin with…

So, who would you like to follow?

FOLLOW LANCE FOLLOW JAMES

(Links may not work on mobile, I’m trying to figure this out. Stupid app.)

#shance #jeith #jaith #vld fic #silv writes

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moonlight-dragon · 6 years ago

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Allurance - Roommates AU (Home is where you are) CHAPTER 1

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Lance sighed, burying himself in the couch while he waited for the arrival of his new roommate. Not like it was exactly his choice, but the conclusion of quite of a lot of coincidences.

When he had moved from Cuba, he knew he was going to share wherever place he found to live. Not because paying the bills would be easier -well, yes, that was rationally the reason- but because he wouldn’t be able to live in an empty house, no when he was so used to share everything with his brother, his sisters, his nephews, his mom, his dad, his abuela… He needed to feel there was people around him like he needed the sea of Varadero’s Beach, and his mom’s garlic knots.

And so, he felt so lucky finding Hunk, and later Keith as his roommates. Hunk was so friendly and an amazing cook and the nice scent always flooding the house whenever he cooked helped to not feel so homesick. That boy was a genius! Eating at home always felt like going to a fancy restaurant, every single day. Lance had had his trouble convincing him but felt so proud when Hunk finally chose a culinary minor apart from his engineering major. He did really enjoyed it and man, that was all Lance wanted.

Keith was a later incorporation. Lance at first didn’t exactly enjoyed his company, because they were rivals and the mullet guy didn’t even remember it, always being so emo and not able to understand basic stuff - “I say Vol- and you say -tron”, what was there to not understand? -. But getting to know him, he wasn’t that of an asshole. He was supportive, in his own weird way, and could be a good laugh when he wanted to. Even his mullet wasn’t that bad after all.

But then the coincidences came, and he couldn’t help to feel like the world was plotting against him. Keith’s brother, Shiro, had been recently rescued from a mission in Iraq after a year being assumed death. He had gone with Keith to the hospital, wanting to support his friend and the state they found Shiro in left his devasted. He was missing an arm and was haunted by nightmares he couldn’t quite control -the doctors had to sedate him, so he didn’t turn violent. He wouldn’t have known what to do, but Keith, Keith showed such strength that made Lance realize he was never giving up on his brother. And so, it made sense that he moved home with him, he would have never dared to stop him. But Hunk, man, Hunk had totally betrayed him!

“Lance, I had this planned before Keith’s moving”

“Ah, vavavva, shut up! You’ve no right of saying anything when you’re leaving me, so you can move with your girlfriend. Betrayal!”

“Dude, you were happy about us when I told you.” Lance made a pout, cause that’s exactly how he had felt. Shay was that rare kind of people that seemed so pure for this world. And by the way they acted whenever she came to their flat, he knew they were so so in love… he secretly wished to one day find something like what they had.

“I know… It’s just, I’d be so lonely” he finally admitted, feeling Hunk’s hand on his shoulder. When he turned, he could feel the big boy’s arms around him, in a way it reminded him of his whole family in those big hugs they did when someone felt down. He was going to miss his friends so much.

While he was helping Hunk moving with the help of Shay, he overhead them talking and when he stepped into the room he saw them smiling way too much in his direction. Shay came to help with the boxes, lifting them like they barely weighted a thing. That girl was strong.

Cute and strong.

Lance always joked about how he loved girls who could pick him bridal style and jokingly flirted with Shay, winking at her while telling her that if she wasn’t going out with his best friend, he would totally be at her feet. That always made the girl giggle. Because even if Lance seemed like a flirty lover boy, she knew that wasn’t true at all. Lance was a gentleman to the core. He simply made those comments to make her laugh, overdoing those finger guns everyone secretly adored.

“Hunk told me you’d kinda feel lonely. I’m sorry I’m taking him from you.”

“What?! No Shay, please, don’t apologise for such thing! You both thought about it months ago and I know how happy it makes Hunk and you” he smiled, but Shay could still see the sadness that smile was trying to hide. “Now I’d have the whole flat for myself, living the single’s life. Girls out there get ready for Lancy-Lance!”

Shay shacked her head, stepping closer to him knowing that what she was about to ask was just right.

“So, you wouldn’t mind sharing the flat with a girl, am I right?”

Shay explained him about her own roommate, Allura. When she talked about moving with Hunk, Allura said she had a place to stay and fully supported her friend. But something had happened with said place and Allura had found herself alone with a flat she couldn’t afford and 4 mice. Lance didn’t quite understand the mice part but kept listening. He kinda was in the same situation as Shay’s friend, and being honest, he’d love some company.

Being alone, well, that wasn’t Lance McClain’s thing.

Also, it was Shay the one asking him. He knew she wouldn’t be friends with anyone, less share a flat with them. And for what Hunk had told him, Allura was a really nice girl. And so, he found himself waiting for her to arrive in her car.

He barely knew anything about her. Just her name and that she owed 4 mice. He smiled to himself, imagining sharing his flat with someone Cinderella-like. Would her clothes turn into rags at midnight too?

He was thinking about it when he heard a knock in the door. Shit, he had been sitting by the window so he could see her arrive, for nothing. He rushed to the door, opening it to find himself facing a pile of boxes. He was going to say something when he felt them gravitate towards him. He extended his arms, trying to catch the body behind them.

He felt something warm against his chest, lowering his gaze to find the most beautiful blue eyes he had ever seen staring at him. They were like galaxies, with confusion shinning inside them. Lance felt his checks burning hot, and his mouth trying to articulate words that never formed in his lips. The stranger beat him to that.

“I’m sorry, looks like I tripped” she smiled, and Lance felt like his heart had stopped. She was so so beautiful “Thank you for catching me.”

“Oh, yes, well, no need to thank!” he finally said, clearing his throat as he gently let her body go, making sure she was steady standing in her feet. “Allura, right?”

“Yes!” she answered with so much enthusiasm Lance felt his knees go weak. “Lance if I’m correct”

“Yup, the one and only. At your service, my lady” he theatrically bowed, giving her a shining smile that faced as soon as he straightened up. “Please come in. Sorry I wasn’t at the door when you arrived, I’d have helped you with the boxes… that are all in the floor. But I didn’t hear anything cracking so they should be fine…”

“Yes, don’t worry, it’s all clothes” she stepped inside, dodging out the boxes as Lance guided her to the centre of what seemed the living room. The floor was wood’s, with the walls painted in blue and white, the same as the furniture, so many plants and big windows with coloured wood that somehow give a Cuban vibe. Well, it made sense as Lance was from there, or so said Shay.

“Your room in this way” Lance said, leading her to an empty space with a small balcony and its own bathroom. “Hunk and I used to sleep here, but as you’re a girl I thought it would give you more privacy, and so I’m staying at Keith’s room now. It’s too blue I suppose. Keith always said this room was like stepping into an ocean, vah, he is too emo to understand the amazingness of blue… oh, but you can paint the walls whatever colour you like, just say the word and we change it!”

Allura blinked, overwhelmed by all the information that left his lips in so little time. When he finally looked her way, expecting some kind of response, Allura was moved by eyes she had not realized were blue before. Blue like an ocean after a storm, so deep it almost felt as if you’d drown in them if you stared too much.

“Oh, but I do like blue” she smiled, making Lance smile as well, giving her a proud look as if only them knew the true value of the colour blue. Allura giggled a little. Shay was right, he was cute indeed.

“Okay! So, let’s bring all your stuff blue-lover-friend!”

And at that, Allura couldn’t help to laugh in a way she had never done in a long time.

“These are Platt, Chulatt, Plachu and Chuchule” she explained with the mice in her hands, showing them to Lance as he left the last box in the floor. “They say it’s an honour to share an apartment with you.”

“So, the mice thing was true” he said, stepping closer to see the mice. He extended a finger to them, mimicking a handshake with their tiny paws. They made a cute noise, which made Lance laugh lightly. “You wouldn’t happen to lose footwear around, do you?”

“No” she raised her eyebrow, mimicking the one Lance had in his own face. “And neither do my carriages turn into pumpkins and my clothes into rags when it’s past midnight.”

Lance couldn’t help to laugh. She had caught his reference! And answered him with such grace! If he had any doubts about her being his roommate, they were all gone. Sharing the apartment with her would be an honour, as the “mice” had said.

N O T E S

banner credit: scientists confirm cuddling with ur gf to be the best feeling in the universe by @cherryandsisters

about it: well it’s a roommate AU -wow, don’t tell me, right?-, in which I picture Lance and Allura sharing an apartment and the different situations they find themselves into with said sharing. “Home is where you are” is like another name for this series.

I’m not sure about the estructure, probably they will chapters following a major plot line but developving independent stories in each of them. Something like revealing little details that will converge into the final chapter? Well, I hope reading the whole thing would be self-explanatory... The lenght of each chapter would vary a lot as well, depends on the inspiration and how the story evolves.

The pov would be changing between Lance’s and Allura’s depending mostly of what character I want to look at the situation with. I mean, that depends on which eyes I want to borrow so is that character the one mixing its feelings with the narrative... something like that.

IMPORTANT THING -> English is not my first language so probably there would be mistakes, like totally, is like a thing you’ve to accept if you keep reading the story. Also when using the Spanish in the fic, it’d probably resemble more the Castillian Spanish than the one used in Cuba -of course I’d try to keep it as accurate as possible- because the first one is my mother tongue and I will rely more on what I speak.

Here are some notes/major plot lines I intend to follow, maybe with some edits to them:

i thought i was safe speaking in my native tongue about you. turns out you took (insert language) as a school elective for 7 years and know pretty much everything i’ve been saying about your beautiful eyes and ass...

you’re hot and i talk about you over the phone with my friends all the time using a code name that we thought was really clever, but it’s actually really obvious and you’ve known all about my Huge Crush on you this whole time and that’s why you’ve been walking around half naked so much

my mom/dad/parent/sibling is in town and is crashing with me, therefore us, and they’re convinced that we’re secretly dating

i have a mad crush on you so i’m going to keep bringing people over to make u jealous but you either don’t give a fuck or are pretending not to notice

bonus notes: I’ve been collecting reference material for the apartment’s appereance aka Pinterest photos and drawings of people’s houses and bedrooms. Because descriptions are easier when you’ve something to describe or at least a concept. As the story keeps going I would make collages and probably even try interior design -I’ll draw the apartment, cause yeah, who cares if I’ve never done it before?!-. I’ll add as well photos for stuff I think could be relevant, such as the clothing or maybe, pufff, the hairstyles?

I’m a visual person and I think having references helps a lot to picture the story on your mind. So I’ll do that, so you can see what I see when I’m writing... or something like that.

Hope you guys enjoy this fic and I’d love to ear your opinions about it. Any questions, ideas, headcannons or suggestions are always welcome!

#allurance #roommate au #home is where you are #my writing #not first time writing a fic but kinda as if it was #it has been so long #this is for the allurance discord who has been supporting this fic even before the first chapter was written #thank you guys #hope you like it and that it is a good contribution to this ship i love so much

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yuqibabe · 6 years ago

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- A Touch of Silver - (BTS)

Angel/Demon AU

Genre: Fluff, Smut, Angst and possible Gore.

Pairing: Taehyung and Jungkook.

Summary:

“Heaven was surprisingly very similar to life on Earth, only here in Heaven did sin cease to exist. Or so Jungkook thought.”

Warnings: None.

Prologue -

It was approximately 2:55am, the boy lay curled up loosely in his white bed sheets, twitching softly as he dreamed. Small snores left his mouth in between his incoherent mumbles. The warm glow from outside his window illuminated his smooth, porcelain cheeks and his little pout that his soft pink lips had formed. The wispy ends of his disheveled brunette hair fell just below his eyebrows and swept ever so slightly to the side.

This was Jeon Jungkook. A being that is considered the epitome of beauty and purity by everyone who had ever laid eyes on him.

Jungkook was an angel, and not just figuratively. The toned expanse of his back adorned the whitest wings that jutted out from his shoulder blades. Despite them being smaller than average and only reaching to the tops of his thighs, they still managed to loosely curl around his sleeping form. The pearl feathers were slightly ruffled from his slumber, but it only made him look softer, vulnerable, almost.

There was no one quite like Jungkook.

It had just turned 3am when the door to his room creaked open and the soft pad of hurried footsteps could be heard along with labored breaths. The sounds moved towards the window and shoved it open. Jungkook’s brows furrowed slightly at the discomfort of the cold air against his bare torso. Only did his features soften when the glide of a familiar hand ran through the feathers of his sensitive wings.

“Jungkook” The warm breath against his ear whispered as the large hand moved to his bicep and squeezed lightly, trying to pull him from his dreams.

“Jungkook, wake up” He groaned in protest, half awake now as his eyes lethargically blinked open to land on the panicked brown eyes of his lover. Kim Taehyung.

He’d known it was him, not just from his eyes or the signature jet-black mullet, but from the large stretch of his milky wings that tickled the area just above his heel. The younger man always loved the feeling of security and belonging when Taehyung wrapped them around him when they slept. The soft feeling of them against his skin as they were tangled in each other's limbs contently.

It hadn’t clicked in Jungkook’s tired mind that Taehyung’s presence at such an ungodly hour was not to cuddle as he had expected. The stress and urgency etched onto the older man’s face were evident, even in his eyes, yet Jungkook still remained oblivious as his drowsiness was getting the best of him.

“Tae? Wh-what are you-” The words slurred from his mouth as Taehyung pulled him up to a sitting position staring deeply into his droopy eyes. Jungkook slumped forward softly, his head lolling downwards before he weakly brought it back up to face Taehyung.

“Shh… There’s no time Jungkookie” The man’s head sharply turned to the window as the sound of sirens went off, his gaze lingered there as he could finally see the recurring flashes of neon blue painted the white walls of Jungkook’s room. His warm breath fanned over the younger man’s face as he turned back.

“My love, I need you to listen to me closely, okay?” He gently shook Jungkook’s bare shoulders as he spoke and he nodded sluggishly in response.

“Something happened, something- bad, very bad. I need you to understand that everything I’ve done, I’ve done to protect you” Taehyung scrunched his eyes closed and exhaled deeply. He hated letting Jungkook down. He never wanted it to end up like this.

“T-That doesn’t matter now, what matters is The Guardians found out and now they’re after me, and they won’t stop until they hunt me down. I don’t know what is going to happen to you if they find me here, so I have to go.” A large thumping noise rang throughout the house, echoing through the halls.

They found him.

“Jungkook, I have to go now, yea? I’m sorry, I’m so sorry” The younger man slumped into Taehyung’s broad chest and loosely wrapped his arms around his waist, gently pulling him closer. In his confused and exhausted state, he mumbled out incoherent words to Tae whilst instinctively pressing his lips softly on to the smooth skin of his neck.

“Stay with me… please. Don’t...want you to go” The younger mumbled out in between kisses. Taehyung let a frown pull at the corners of his mouth as he let his fingertips wander and circle soothing patterns onto his lover’s tanned back. He shook his head gently as he hesitantly pulled Jungkook’s tired body off him and cupped his face, letting the pad of his thumb stroke his cheekbone. He looked ethereal like this.

“I have to go Jungkookie… I love you, no matter what, okay” He breathed the words out as he leaned in towards him, gingerly closing the gap between their mouths in a gentle kiss. Taehyung’s soft lips moved against Jungkook’s slowly, until he hesitantly pulled away. However, his lips lingered above the angel’s as he stared lovingly into his chocolate eyes.

Thump, thump, thump.

“Taehyung, we know you’re in there, we have you surrounded!” A deep voice boomed from behind the front door.

“Shit!” He jumped off the bed but his body was tugged backward before he could take another step towards the bedroom door. Despite his exhaustion, Jungkook was gripping onto Taehyung’s hand with dear life, holding him back from leaving him.

“Y-you’ll come back… right?” His doe eyes pleaded for an answer. Tae frowned slightly, hesitating a nod.

“Yea, yea, of course. I promise.” The angel forced a smile and squeezed Jungkook’s hand reassuringly. The younger man softly smiled as he let his hand slide slowly from Taehyung’s, falling back onto his bed as he gave in to his exhaustion.

He took a few steps towards the door before halting and turning his head back to steal a glance at the sleeping form of his lover, taking in his stunning features possibly for the last time ever. He felt a pang of sorrow strike his heart as another set of impatient thumps sounded. With tears flooding his eyes, he took off.

~ ~ ~

Sunlight streamed through the open window of Jungkook’s bedroom, painting golden stripes on his skin. His sides were steadily rising and falling as he slept serenely. He stirred in his slumber, grunting quietly. With a few slow blinks of his eyes, he was gradually waking up, taking in a deep inhale through his nose and stretching his limbs with a groan.

Foggy memories from earlier that night suddenly clouded his mind and troubled his thoughts, sending a strike of panic right through his spine making him jolt upright. His brown eyes widened and were filled with sorrow as he remembered the faint, distant words spoken to him.

“T-Tae?”

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127isforpansexuals · 6 years ago

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Bachelor In Paradise AU

Summary: We're you upset with the game show episode? We'll you're not alone! Join me in my rewrite of that episode in this extensive version of Bachelor In Paradise: Voltron Edition, where we take a look into Lance's double crush, how Keith really feels about Lance, and how Allura is dealing with her break-up with Lotor! All while Pidge and Hunk sit on the sidelines and watch the drama unfold.

General Tags: Klance, Klangst, Langst, drama, just a whole heckin’ lot of angst, fluff, eventual smut

ao3 link - wattpad link

Chapter word count: 1517

Chapter 1: Awakening

Warmth. That was the first thing Lance felt. It was almost unfamiliar, and it took him a few minutes to realize that he did recognize the feeling. The Sun. It was the Sun.

Lance's eyes slowly opened and he felt around him.

He wasn't in his lion?

That was the last place he had been. He looked around his new surroundings.

He was tucked under soft white sheets, in what seemed to be a bungalow. There were windows all in front of him, allowing the sun to shine across glittering water. The soft sound of waves crashing onto the shore greeted Lance's awakening.

There was a bathroom to the right on him, and a wooden door to his left. Next to the door was a dresser wooden dresser. He sat up in the bed, rubbing his eyes and smiling slightly. He gazed out the window to the water.

"What the quiznak?" He mumbled. Was he dreaming?

He slid his legs off the bed to the side, greeted with cold tile. He looked to the beside table, and a single card waited for him there. He picked it up hesitantly, opening it and reading.

"Lance, please make your way to the Rose Ceremony Room, ~Bob"

Lance then stood and looked down.

He was dressed in a white t-shirt and blue swim trunks.

Wait a second, Rose Ceremony Room?

Okay, Lance had spent enough time with his Mamá and his hermanas to understand what that meant. And blue swim trunks? If Lance wasn't mistaken, he was on Bachelor In Paradise. Which, made no sense, since he was in space the last time he checked.

He just shook his head walked toward the door, slipping on the blue flip-flops he found by it, and then opening the door. As he stepped out of the room, he immediately was hit with the smell of the sea water. It took everything in him not the run and just jump into the water, and allow the waves to crash over his body.

He took in a shaky breath and kept walking down the rock stairs, looking at the tiki torches lining it. He also took noticed to the cameras, and that really gave him the final clue, if not his surroundings, that he was on B.I.P.. Which he didn't know if he should be excited or worried. Would his Mamá be watching this?

As he took a left and went down the path, unsure of where he was going really, he heard voices.

"I don't care if we're waiting for Lance, I was answers now." Keith. Keith was here?

"Just calm down, he's on his way." A voice Lance didn't know.

"Do you know how long Lance sleeps, he's like a Koala." Pidge. Pidge was here too. If Keith and Pidge were here, then surely Allura and Hunk were too.

Lance entered the room they were in, all of them standing furthest from him where the people usually stood when receiving roses. Sure enough, Keith, Pidge, Hunk, and Allura.

"See, there he is. Lance!"

Lance turned to greet the person who said his name. He looked at the frog-like creature, dressed in a suit and sat in what appeared to be some sort of floating seat. Lance raised an eyebrow.

"And you are?"

"Bob. Pleasure to have you on our show!" The frog smiled and blinked at him expectantly.

"I'm sorry, how did I get on Bachelor In Paradise again?" Lance replied, looking back at the alien with the same expectant look.

Bob was about to say something, but Hunk spoke first.

"Oh, I knew this place looked familiar!" Hunk exclaimed. He turned to Allura, Pidge, and Keith. "Bachelor In Paradise is an Earth TV show. It takes individuals from the companion shows Bachelor and Bachelorette, and places them in a paradise setting to see who falls in love with who."

Allura wrinkled her nose. "That sounds horrible, forcing people to fall in love by putting them in romantic situations. Real life is never this pleasant." She replied and looked around at her surroundings.

Lance couldn't help but beam a little when she acknowledged that it was beautiful. She liked this environment like Lance did.

He took in her appearance.

Her hair fell against her shoulders, contrasting against her dark skin. Her bright blue eyes still studied the environment. She wore a purple t-shirt and Lance couldn't see any bottoms, which meant she was probably in her swimsuit. The sunlight lightened up the room, brightening her whole being up even more. She was absolutely breathtaking.

Maybe they could go swimming together today. Lance was ever so hopeful.

"Lance, would you please go take your place next to Keith," Bob intervened Lance's staring, blinking again at Lance expectantly. Lance just nodded and walked over to Keith. Keith eyed him, but then averted his gaze. Lance looked at him.

Keith was in a gray t-shirt and red swim trunks. His mullet looked the same as always, and his violet eyes sent a cold glare to Bob. The sunlight seemed to encompass him. If Lance didn't know better, he would say Keith was just as breathtaking as Allura. But of course, Lance just swallowed down his feelings and looked to Bob.

"Welcome, everyone! We're so happy to have you on our show. You're all here because some of our viewers seem to be unhappy about how certain things are turning out." He looked into the camera that Lance just noticed was there. Nothing Bob said made any sense to any of them.

"Viewers? How things are... turning out? You mean romantically?" Pidge questioned.

"You'll just have to see," Bob said, a mischievous look in his eyes. "Now, the objective on the show is to find your future! Who are you destined to be with? Who are you drawn to? Who do you need?"

Why Bob looked at Lance the whole time, Lance didn't know. Maybe it was because he was the lover boy of the group. But he also couldn't help that he felt that he was being targeted somehow.

"Now, at the end of the week, three of you will have roses to hand out, and tomorrow someone new will show up with a date card and will take one of you out. Enjoy your time here!"

With that, Bob sped away using his floating seat, leaving the Paladins alone. They stood in silence for a few minutes, just processing everything. A romantic reality TV show? Who thought they would end up here?

Keith let out a groan of frustration. "This is so stupid. We have things to do that are more important than finding 'true' love."

"Woah, Keith. Maybe this is a good thing," Lance replied. Everyone shot him a glare.

"Explain to me how this a good thing," Keith practically growled out, anger evident. Lance took a step away from him, holding up his hands defensively.

"I'm just saying that maybe we need a break, maybe that's what this is."

"This isn't 'a break', Lance. It's the last thing we need right now. Romance just causes extra unneeded stress in life. We don't know anything about this place, we don't even know if it's real," Pidge replied, pushing their glasses up their nose.

Lance just looked at all of them, and then looked down. He knew he was here for a reason, they all were. Something was going to happen, and if he knew anything about Bachelor In Paradise, he knew that things were going to get messy. Yeah, romantically messy, but it would also put their friendships in jeopardy as well.

He then looked out the back of the open room to the shore the sun appearing to be setting. So it was the afternoon. Dully noted. The urge to swim surged up in him again.

Something must've clued Hunk in on that because soon enough he was encouraging him. "Go ahead Lance, we'll join you out there soon."

He didn't need to be told twice. Lance ran. He ran down the rock steps, past the bar, past the set up beds, past the hot tub, and straight to the water. Half way to the water, he threw off his shirt. And when his feet hit the water, stopped. His breath caught. Another wave crashed lightly on the shore, hitting lance's feet and ankles.

"Don't stop!" Hunk shouted at him, now running toward Lance. The Cuban boy's face brightened as he turned to his friend who crashed into the water. He laughed and traveled further into the water. As another wave came, he dove under the water. It swarmed him, surrounded him. You're home, it seemed to say.

But part of Lance knew that was a lie. This wasn't home. This was a game.

Still, Lance allowed himself to enjoy it a little bit longer before coming up for air, another wave hitting his back.

Despite the circumstances, Lance had hope. Maybe this whole thing was the universe telling him that Allura and him were destined to end up together.

Or maybe things wouldn't turn out what he wanted them to be.

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orrtala · 7 years ago

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Post-season 1 mini-analysis of the characters

It's a liveblog! I only finished season one, please no spoilers in the comments/reblogs!

I won’t be going into details here; the proper character and relationships analyses will be written after S2. But, since few people did want to see my opinion about character after S1, and to help collect my thoughts, here’s this little thing.

I’m going with alphabetic order cause why not.

Hunk

First impression: Please tell me he’s not going to be that fat best friend comic relief. He definitely lives up to his name (nickname?) though.

Actually: Sweetheart genius pun-making big beautiful yellow child. Team’s tank and support. Had a really nice character arc. Gut feeling power. Great chef and mechanic. Anxious and nervous, but also strong and ready to be here when needed by space family and Zarkon’s victims.

I don’t really know that much about him? Nothing about his parents, potential siblings, etc. Heck, I don’t even know if “Hunk” is actually his name! DreamWorks I demand justice, give me his backstory! His family, how did he become friends with Lance, just give me something!

At first he was a cowardly lion (…pun not entirely intended,) and didn’t really have a motivation for being a Paladin except, you know, the whole “universe will be destroyed if I won’t do something” thing. But once the things are calm (before the storm) and Pidge wants to leave the team he expresses a desire to leave as well. So he gets an arc. First of all he gets motivation to save Lance, which is personal to him. Then gets to meet Shay, learns how life looks like on the Balmera, what does it mean to live under Zarkon’s rule. And only then it also gets personal for him. Basically if you want this guy’s help you need to shove the rightful issue right under his nose. And boy, the help he delivers. I’m so proud. Hunk used to be an engineer back at the Garrison; he’s quite knowledgeable when it comes to technology. In addition he’s a good cook, so let’s hope Paladins won’t have to deal with green goo all the time in the future. I’m not exactly sure what writers are planning to do with him in a future, since he does have a motivation and means to continue being a Paladin. The continuation of his arc, I think, will need some big event that will result in things for him to overcome. What it’s going to be? No clue right now. On an ending note: he loves puns. And I don’t think there’s a faster way to worm into my heart than being a pun lover.

Katie “Pidge” Holt

First impression: Okay, so is that a boy or a girl? What kind of name is Pidge? Ah, apparently a guy. A guy that gets angry when Kerberos mission is involved. Hmmmm.

Actually: Poor kid who lost half of her family and is determined to get them back no matter what. A genius, a nice kid, MVP who almost single-handedly managed to save the Castle, the Lions, and her space family.

The character with most known background; we know her family, we know that her father and brother were taken by Galra, we know she has a dog, we know her full name, we got some flashbacks about her life for a last year, when she wanted to find out the truth about her missing family. It’s also implied that while she’s a prodigy two captured Holts apparently were also good enough to be chosen for Kerberos mission. Must be genes.

Pidge might be a prodigy, but is also a little kid who just wants to get her father and brother back. An awkward kid, who rambles when she gets nervous and overthinks things, and, similiary to Keith has a little problem with handling other people. At first solely motivated by rescuing her family “I’m not here to make friends” Pidge initially refuses Lance and Hunk’s friendship at the Garrison, but they got through to her, at least partially. When she wants to leave she’s stopped by Lance getting hurt and decides to stay after seeing how much the team (and by extension the universe) needs her and because she actually cares about her new family. As the season went on she got close to Shiro and Hunk, finding a support in them, just like she had with her family back home. She trusts all six of them and they trust and respect her in turn. The future? Working with Voltron and saving all of them multiple times. Won’t stop searching for her family until she finds them.

Keith

First impression: What is mullet. Why does this kid look like Shadow the Human. He’s going to be one of these edgy kids, isn’t he, he has motorcycle and everything. Also he looks too similiar to Lance from Sym-Bionic Titan, let’s hope I won’t have any problem with mixing their names, that would be awkward.

Actually: My poor isolated red kid not used to relying on others. Good instincs, good fighter, bad at socializing, touch-starved, probably autistic. Survivalist who doesn’t really think much of his safety and is ready to be sacrificial when he thinks the situation calls for it.

His background isn’t explored, but I’m pretty sure it was purposeful. He lives alone in a shack after being thrown out of the Garrison and knew Shiro. Most probably an orphan (or at the very least his parents/one of the parents disappeared and we’ll know more about it later). Too many hints made me believe he’s part Galra. And perhaps even has some space magicks?

The right arm, a pilot prodigy, sadly didn’t get an arc yet. If I’d have to guess it will tie-in with his heritage (*cough*Galra Keith*cough*) and finding answers about who he is. He’s not… great with people; he can’t understand some jokes, he yells at Pidge instead of properly reasoning with her in a calm when she wants to leave, and while he’s not bad at coming up with plans, he usually carries them out alone (though he does have his moments of being Shiro’s substitute when he’s indisposed like in the “Return of the Gladiator”, he is a lancer of the team after all.) Dude lived on a desert for a year and was somehow fine with, I presume, very minimal human contact. Self-sufficient person who now has to learn to work with others. And he tries! …Sometimes. One of the things that confuses me about him is his sword training. Where exactly did he get it? He was being trained for pilot in the Garrison, I doubt they thought he needed such practice. Another thing to add to his secret past? I guess so. From what I’ve seen Keith is a person who relies mostly on his instincts and feelings. Once he sets his mind on something he’s going to do it, unless you’ll give him a good reason (good enough for him) to act differently. He does spend at least a few months in the shack, searching for the source of some energy connected to Blue Lion. And he can’t even explain why he does it. However he is thorough with his search, as his cork board has shown. Has an eye for detail and at times can be inquiring. Knows his faults (when Lance calls him out on the actual mistake on his part he backpedals and agrees,) tries to focus on a bigger picture (Voltron vs Allura in the finale, Pidge leaving the team,) ready to sacrifice himself if he thinks the situation calls for it (stalling Zarkon in the finale.) He is loyal to his team, frequently tries to bond with them despite being a loner (pretty much every free time he spends with a team he’s smiling,) and his actions are focused on helping others and, by extension, saving the universe.

Lance

First impression: An embodiment of DreamWorks Eyebrow™, full of false over-confidence, ruins everything with his actions and- did he just protect his teammate and then took the Sergeant Drill Nasty’s ire on himself and was reminded that he wasn’t supposed to be there? Ohkaaaaay. Also really, really pointy chin.

Actually: Child with self-confidence issues, trusts easily, everyone’s friend (unless you’re Keith and only at the beginning, they’re good-ish now!) team’s heart, relies on his eyesight a lot, self-proclaimed laaaaaaadies man. Probably a hipster.

He’s a Cuban with a family he misses very much. We even get a look at them during the mind-melding scene. Tried to be a fighter pilot and only became one after Keith dropped out.

Ah, Lance. Kid doesn’t really know who he is. I mean, if I was compared to Keith so much and then started to compare myself to him too I’d also get confused. His arc, amusingly, is similiar to Keith’s as in it’s also a quest for identity. Except Keith has some knowledge about his abilities and doesn’t feel overshadowed by anyone, but he has no place outside Voltron. Lance meanwhile has a family back on Earth which he dearly misses, but doesn’t know who he is in a team, can’t recognize his talents. And here’s a thing: not only he’s confused, the audience is supposed to be confused too. It’s really weird how these little things point Lance into different directions, when, ultimately (I think,) he’s Blue Paladin. He likes people, he likes paying attention to them, he’s perceptive, observes their reactions. Easily befriends everyone, even when they refuse his friendship (Pidge.) The only exception being Keith, though before S1 ended they became friend-ish despite initial petty hostility (but didn’t really have that much problem with working with him when the situation calls for it from the very beginning - they did carry Shiro out of the tent together after all.) It’s not a coicidence that he’s a person who gets to interact with everyone first - with a sole exception of Shiro, though even their handshake was a focus for few moments. He’s a team player, something that Pidge considers a dangerous trait. I think the moment that showed best how important and valuable he was to the team when he was out of commision. Literally right after he leaves the party Allura learns that Pidge wants to leave Voltron and can not be deterred by anyone else. The fake Rover blows up, he saves the life of a guy he only just met, and everyone are suddenly working together cause Lance is injured he needs a pod, they need a crystal, Pidge doesn’t even hesitate at offering help, and essentialy it’s a Voltron’s darkest hour so far. He’s a heart, he’s a glue to a team. I don’t really want to think what would happen if he got seperated from space family for a long time; nobody would handle it well.

Takashi “Shiro” Shirogane

First impression: Protagonist’s voice. Also nice eyeliner, man! … …Oh no, poor guy.

Actually: Poor guy. Taken by aliens, forced to fight in the arena, has been experimented on, developed PTSD. And yet despite his experiences he’s a good man with a sense of morality. Deep-rooted issues about him being a Paladin and protector of all these children. Doesn’t fear death, not anymore.

We know his full name. We know he is a great pilot, he can be seen wearing a medal, good enough to be chosen for Kerberos mission. Captured by Galra he essentially lost a year of his life and forgot most of it, only recalling bits and pieces. There are no hints about his family and he didn’t think about them when Paladins were looking into each other’s headholes. Could it be that he doesn’t really have anyone? Might be an extra reason how ge got along with Keith pre-show.

Shiro’s a perfectionist, who tries not let others know about his problems, but is ready to solve everybody else’s. And, sadly, he’s not handling his issues very well, choosing to internalize them instead of talking about them to somebody. It makes sense though, not only he tries to look as a steady figure who’s always in control of his actions, not when these kids rely and look up to him, but also when you consider the nature of his troubles. After a year spent fighting, being experimented on, losing his arm, having his appearence changed (and now I’m imagining how he must have felt when he finally looked into mirror and saw all the scars for the first time brain stop please) he’s not sure who he is anymore. And to add to that he doesn’t know what exactly he did during that year. Who knows, maybe he commited monstrosities for the sake of survival and he just doesn’t remember it? Is he enough to be a Black Paladin? He has PTSD, isn’t that a good trait for a leader. And what could they even say if he did spill his problems to them? They wouldn’t even know how to help him, right? Or worse, Sendak was right all along and they actually don’t need him. Despite his inner turmoils Shiro tries, and tries to be a good leader and wants his new family to survive the war, and for the most part he succeeds! He comes up with good plans on a fly, he knows when teammate’s ability is needed, he’s charismatic, he has commanding presence, he helps others and is always willing to listen to them. The only times I can think of that his ideas weren’t that great were a) letting Pidge leave the team and b) I agree that saving Allura was a Right Thing but in the end it did put everyone in danger and if it wasn’t for Thace’s intervention, well… What really gets me when it comes to Shiro, that despite his experiences he’s a good guy. Yeah, I know that all our heroes are the good guys but Shiro? Shiro was put through unspeakable pain and suffering, and yet he has his morals and sticks to them. He’s also the only person who knows how laser guns sounds like. Good on you, Shiro!

Allura

First impression: !!!! She’s so pretty! And will kick your butt. Effortlessly.

Actually: Do you have any idea how much I wish Allura existed when I was a kid? Hands down favorite Disney DreamWorks princess. Headstrong, brave, kind, strong, sad but tries not to show it, lost everything and instead of wallowing in sadness she wants to fight back the best she can.

Her backstory is pretty straightforward: only child of the space elf alien king, her planet and people were destroyed and she spent 10 000 years sleeping. Not much is known about her mother, but I’m gonna go ahead and assume she died before Zarkon turned out evil. Allura remembers her though.

Allura’s not your usual Princess. And I made no secret of how much I love her character. She lost everything thanks to Zarkon: her father, her people, her planet; the only Altean alive besides her is Coran, there are also her pet mice (to whom she is connected, and, uh, I guess it’s a space magicks explanation for her having an animal companions she doesn’t have to sing to; shame, I’d really like to hear her singing,) the Castle and Voltron. That’s it, that’s all she has. Oh, she used to have her father’s AI as a companion but… But… I’m not going to cry again. Our Princess is terrified of the war, but it doesn’t stop her in her quest of not letting Zarkon destroy any more worlds. She’s sad beyond belief, but she puts a smile on her face in front of others. She’s there to have your back, she’s there to fight when she has to, she’s there to save you. Allura has shown on more than one occasion, that she’s ready to die for others (getting captured by Galra so Shiro could be free, healing Balmera though she knew very well it might have cost her her life.) She’s very strong, and very capable in close combat and using her surroundings. …Not much luck with distance weapons. Unless throwing poeple at others can be called figthing at distance. Also she shows promise in using space magicks, and I’m not sure how much it ties to being an Altean, being an Altean royalty, or something else.

Coran

First impression: Nigel Thornberry. A comic relief, bigger than Lance and Hunk.

Actually: Team’s support, probably smarter than everyone else combined, full of pent up anger at Zarkon that we finally got to witness in the season finale. Knowledgeable about many things. Very old, very sad.

Similiary to Allura he lost everything (besides the Princess) after Zarkon destroyed Altea. But I don’t really know the extent of his loss - did he have any family? Spouse, children? Alfor trusted him and Allura apparently was alway close to him. I’d really love to see some kind of backstory episode for this guy, I bet it’d leave us all in tears.

Coran is a tricky case; he’s the least prominent part of the cast, most of the time spent on being a team’s support. And that’s exactly his role, it’s apparently what he was doing most of his life: serving the royal family. First it was Alfor, now it’s Allura. Trustworthy and capable enough to be left with a Princess, a Black Lion, and a quest on flying a Castle to Arus and then freezing himself up as well. That picture above? It’s a first expression he makes, sad, but solemn in his duties. And it last barely a second before starting some background shenanigans with Lance. And since he is an Altean, experienced at that, I don’t think he’d have that much problem with handling down a teenager. He took a look at the situation, saw that Allura isn’t actually in any danger, but just in case presented himself as harmless, so the newcomers would underestimate him. And, I guess, it was also supposed to be audience’s reaction as well: “Oh look, haha, a comic relief.” He actually is a comic relief, but non-offensive, quite astute, with vast knowledge. Treats his duties seriously, and, unsurprisingly, is very protective when it comes to Princess, trying to not let her step right into danger. Also trolls Paladins while trying to teach them something in a process. It’s also suggested that he’s 600 years old (the Castle is 10 600 and Coran’s grandfather took him to see it being built) and while we don’t really know that much about him it’s not out of reach to think he had family on his own before the war. He definitely has paternal instincts towards the Paladins and especially Allura. So yeah, Coran’s there for you whenever you need him, but he’s not going to step into spotlight, rather choosing to help others in achieving their goal.

Tl;dr: I love them all so much.

#hunk #pidge #shiro #lance #keith #not liveblogging #orr blogging #non episode #coran #vld character analysis #allura #questions #voltron #vld #voltron legendary defender #it was supposed to be short what happened #but i did keep it to minimum really #anyway it's done and i can sleep peacefully

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eastofthemoon · 7 years ago

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Empress’s Tears- Chapter 3

Today’s theme was ‘Kidnapped’ for Kallura Month, so here’s another chapter of my Empress Allura fic.

@kallurapositivitymonth

Title: Empress’s Tears: Chapter 3

Rating: PG

Series: Voltron Legendary Defender

Characters/Ships: Keith/Allura, Lance, Sven, Pidge, Hunk, Slav, some OCs

Summary: he paladins end up in the Altean Empire reality again, but this time they’ve also gone back in time and Keith makes a big discovery.

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Keith woke up with a stiff back, which didn’t surprise him since he slept on the cold hard ground of the cave. He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes as Lance approached him.

“Morning,” Lance greeted as he held out a food packet for him. “Here’s your breakfast, rationed emergency space goo.”

“Yay,” Keith replied in a monotone voice as he took it and opened the packet. It tasted like regular food goo, but with less flavor which was an accomplishment since regular goo barely had any flavor to it. However, it at least filled up his stomach.

“I take it Hunk wasn’t able to forage for real food?” Keith asked.

“He was tempted,” Lance said as he took a seat next to him, “but the twins scouted ahead and reported there were guards searching the area. We couldn’t take the risk.”

Keith’s shoulders slumped. Guards. Probably sent by the empress...and she’s probably looking for me. He sighed as he rubbed his neck. “Did we have enough food packets for everyone?”

Lance nodded. “Hunk always keep extra in his suit, and thankfully so do I, but that’s it. We really can’t spend longer than a day or more here.”

Keith squeezed his eyes shut as he leaned against the backwall. “This whole situation is so bizarre.”

Lance shrugged and waved his hand in a so so matter. “Eh, I don’t know. I would argue seeing Coran getting drunk on cactus juice on that desert planet was weirder.” He frowned. “Although, imagining Allura as a conquer is up there.”

Keith crossed his arms in thought. The face on the empress’s face still haunted him. She just looked so broken and he didn’t like to see that on Allura, even if it wasn’t their Allura.

“Allura and I being married is right up there on the weird scale,” Keith commented.

Lance raised an eyebrow. “Uh..maybe slightly, but it’s not that weird, dude.”

Keith blinked as he raised his head. “What’s that suppose to mean?”

Lance scratched his cheek with his finger. “Well...I mean, you two spend a lot of time together these days.”

“Because I’m the leader and she’s a paladin now.”

“And there are those looks you give each other.”

“Looks? What looks?” Keith asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Come on,” Lance said with a groan. “The silent looks you give each other across the room? Like a pair of longing lovers?”

“What?” Keith said flabbergasted. “No, we’re just...I don’t know just happen to be looking at each other.”

“And you look at each other like a pair of lovestruck lovebirds and who don’t know what to do next. Pidge and Hunk will back me up here. We have bets going on.” He pointed to him in a teasing manner. “Actually, if you two started kissing in like a month, I would Hunk’s vest.”

Keith twitched an eye. “Listen, there is nothing going on between me and Allura. We are just friends.” He crossed his arms in a huff. “Besides, why are you betting on us kissing? If you thought we were like that wouldn’t you be…”

“Jealous?” Lance offered.

Keith nodded. Considering how often he use to flirt with Allura, and how agitated he got when he and Allura had run away from the castle, Keith figured Lance would be the first to try to break them up.

Lance shrugged. “I gave up on Allura awhile back. Why do you think I don’t flirt with her as much as I use to?”

Keith held up a finger and lowered it. Now that he thought about it, Lance really hadn’t been trying to flirt with Allura. “Oh,” he said softly and paused. “Wait, you stopped because you thought Allura and I-”

“Naw,” Lance replied as he cut him off. “With Shiro gone, and everyone on edge, just didn’t feel right to do that to her. Then, when she became a paladin, figured it was better to focus on that. I was worrying me flirting would become too much of a distraction for her.” He gave a smirk. “Because, heaven knows my good looks are enough of a problem.”

Keith rolled his eyes. “Okay, while that’s good to know, Allura and I aren’t like that. We’re just friends.”

Lance shot him a dry look. “You say that, and yet we’re in a reality where apparently you two got married.” He paused for a moment. “Huh, I wonder if you two had little mullet haired kids together.”

Keith growled, but dropped it as Sven walked him. “Good, you’re up.” He gestured with his thumb over his shoulder. “Pidge and Slav need to see us. It’s time to make a plan.”

“Right,” Keith said as he rose and offered a hand to Lance. “Let’s find out the chances of us getting out of here.”

Lance gave a nod as they followed Sven further back in the cave. The others were hovering as Pidge and Slav sat next to the machine. Keith glanced it over. It was heavy, but it only went up to his waist and the piece of comet sticking out of the top did make it awkward to carry. He just hoped they didn’t have to lug it back into the castle to get it to work.

He glanced over to Allura and upon seeing his eyes she blushed and turned her attention back to Pidge and Slav. His shoulders slumped. They hadn’t really spoken to each other since he got back. Not that he blamed her.

What was he suppose to say? “Hey, funny how you and I were married in this reality and my death might have pushed your other self over the edge into enslaving the universe.” Keith wasn’t sure what to think of it himself.

“Okay,” Slav began as he clapped his hands. “The good news is that there is a 67 percent chance we return to our own time.”

“Yeah, but the bad news is that we are going to have to go back to where we came in,” Pidge interjected as she typed into the machine. “I was hoping we could just open another tear, but we have no way of knowing if we would make it back to exactly when we left.”

“You mean, we could leave but not to our own time?” Tinka asked as she tilted her head.

“Correct,” Slav said as he crossed three pairs of his arms. “We could even up further back in time, or even the future, maybe back to the beginning of the universe itself. It’s simply too hard to predict.”

“And too big of a risk to take,” Allura said as she rubbed her head. “So, we’ll have to sneak back into the castle.”

“It’s probably just as well,” Sven voiced as he grasped his chin. “We do have to retrieve Keith’s helmet so it doesn’t infect his timeline.”

“Hey, I’ve been wondering,” Hunk asked as he raised a hand. “What if we located the rebels that exist in this timeline? We could tell them stuff to avoid and maybe make a better future for themselves.”

“We could,” Keith replied as he crossed his arms, “but we could also accidentally expose them since we got the Alteans after us.”

“Keith’s right,” Linka voiced as she flipped her hair over her shoulder. “Besides, for all we know we could make things worse. Better to leave things as they are. At least we know they have a chance with the Guns of Gamara as their successors.”

“Okay, good point,” Lance said as he sat next to Pidge. “So how do we get this hunk of junk back into the castle where everyone is actively looking for us?”

“We know the map we have isn’t that useful at the moment,” the twins said in unison.

Allura gave a tight frown. “The castle is my home, so I can at least suggest a few secret passageways to sneak in,” she raised her head to the others, “but for all I know, the me in this reality blocked those off.”

“In that case, two us should sneak inside to scout it out and possibly get my helmet back to save us time.” Keith gave the group a hard look. “It’s my fault I lost my helmet, so I should go get it.”

Allura looked hesitant. “I am not sure if that is wise. If the empress is looking for you, then you would be falling straight into her hands.”

“Perhaps, but I’m also the one that got the best look of the castle while I was captured,” Ketih voiced and held up his com wrist. “Besides, I’m the only one that can track it.”

“He’s right,” Pidge voiced as she glanced up. “The helmets are linked to a tracker in our armour, so Keith would have the easiest time tracking it down.”

Allura crossed her arms. “Even so, someone should go with you. I know the palace layout best, even if it is in a different reality, perhaps it should be me.”

“I don’t believe that’s a wise idea,” Sven voiced. “We have enough problems with these Alteans being after Keith because he resembles the empress’s dead consort. Imagine how would they react if they saw you?”

Allura seemed reluctant. “That maybe true but-”

Sven placed a hand on her shoulder. “With that said, I do wish to scout the area around the palace and write down information that could be useful to the rebels back in our own time. You could help me with that since you know the planet best.”

Linka raised an eyebrow. “Information that’s going to be over ten thousand years old?”

“The chances of that information being useful in our reality would is 40 percent,” Slav voiced, “so it’s worth researching.” He cast Sven a dubious look. “Although, the chances of you getting shot AGAIN is 35 perfect, so please make certain that doesn’t happen.”

Sven chuckled as he rubbed his neck. “I don’t plan to.”

Allura gave a small smile. “Alright, I suppose I could assist you with that.”

“Um,” Lance voiced as he rubbed the back of his neck, “how about I go with you two? For backup?”

Keith frowned as he narrowed his eyes. <i>He looks be more worried than usual? Wonder what’s up with him.</i>

Slav clapped his two rows or arms. “Ah, yes, if you went then the chances of Sven being shot would only be 15 percent.”

“Great,” Sven replied dryly as he crossed his arms and placed his hands on his hips. “Although, you and Pidge will need someone to keep watch while you get the machine ready to take us home.”

“We can do that,” the twins voiced in unison. “Although, that means the only person left is…”

Everyone silently turned their eyes to Hunk who instantly cringed. “Yeah, I know my math, it’s clearly me,” he grumbled.

Keith’s eyes softened at him. “Hunk, if you aren’t comfortable in coming, I can go alone.”

Hunk sighed and shook his head. “Yeah, but then I would just sit and worry about you getting caught.” He shrugged. “So, probably better to just go with you for backup.”

Keith smiled. “Thanks, buddy.”

Hunk waved a hand. “Hey, you would insist the same for me.” He grasped his chin. “Maybe we could sneak by the kitchen and see if we can find some actual food there.”

“With Altean cuisine, it’s not likely,” the twins voiced.

Allura puffed out her cheeks slightly. “Excuse me, but our method of cooking is quite refined.”

“On the contrary, Altean food being terrible is an absolute in all of the realities, princess,” Slav said in a sly tone.

Allura twitched an eye, but Keith tuned out the argument as he found himself pondering if they would see the empress again. He didn’t want to hear what the odds of that happening were.

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Keith and Hunk had located the entrance to a secret tunnel that was outside the castle grounds, and the nearby town. The tricky part was watching out for patrols as they sneaked their way to it. Looking over the vast green fields with the glimpse of the town ahead, Keith wished they had more time to look around.

This was Allura’s homeworld, and Keith knew stories could never fully capture actually being able to see it. With that said, he just hoped Allura was coping with the situation. It couldn’t be easy to see her home again in this reality when her true home had been destroyed.

Hunk nervously glanced upwards in the tunnel as he let the light on his helmet guide the way. “Sssoo, what are the chances there are a bunch of guards waiting for us at the other end of this tunnel?”

Keith checked the map that Allura had drawn up for them. “According to Allura, this was a tunnel only royals knew about, so low.” He gave a nervous smile. “But according to Slav about 50 percent considering the other me probably knew about this tunnel and thus the Empress could be expecting it.”

“Great,” Hunk grumbled as he kept his hand on the wall. “I got to say, Keith, you are taking this whole ‘I was married to an evil conquering empress’ reveal, really well.”

Keith twitched an eye. “That’s because I didn’t, the me in the reality did apparently.”

“Yeah, but it’s still a version of you, right?” Hunk continued. “I mean, that is why the empress freaked out at you.”

“Yeah, but, the ‘Allura’ here isn’t Allura either, not the one we know.” They made a turn around the next corner. “You didn’t see her, Hunk. She looked like Allura, but she wasn’t Allura either. Just like Sven is Shiro, but he’s not too.”

Hunk looked back as he scratched his head. “Yeah, but, there’s no denying that there are clearly parts of Sven that are clearly Shiro. Haven’t you noticed they both got the same heroic posture when giving orders? So, there must be parts of the empress that is similar to Allura, right?”

Keith’s frown tightened. “Yeah, I guess.” He rubbed his eyes. “Look, can we just focus on getting my helmet back and scouting the place? I don’t want to keep thinking about the details of these things.”

Like what exactly drove the Allura of this reality to become a conqueror, and how had the other him been apart of it? It made him shudder to picture it.

Hunk was quiet, but then gave a nod. “Yeah, sure, man,” he replied. “With that said, we should take a photo of Sven this time to show Shiro. He’ll never believe-Oh, hey! I see that door Allura mentioned up ahead.”

Keith blinked in the darkness, and wished again for the twentieth time he had his helmet. He stayed behind Hunk as he pressed his hand over a wall. “Let’s see, Allura said there was a place to punch in the code-Ha! Got it.”

Keith heard the beeping of buttons, and then a soft hiss as the door slide aside. He shielded his eyes as the bright lights of the castle shone into the tunnel.

“Awesome, looks like the empress never bothered to change the code,” Hunk said with his hands on his hips. “So, now we go into the castle...where a group of evil Alteans are waiting to capture us...and scramble our brains if they do.” He looked back to Keith. “You certain we need your helmet back?”

“Yes,” Keith said in a firm tone as he patted his shoulder. “Come on, big guy, we’ll make it quick.” He held up his wrist communicator. “According to the tracker, it’s not far from here. So, let’s snag my helmet, take a quick look around where the rip in time is, and get out of here.”

“Fine,” Hunk said as he slumped, “but I feel the need to voice that in future we should just make backup helmets so we don’t run into this problem anymore.”

“I’ll make a note to Coran,” Keith replied as they entered the hallway.

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Keeping out sight of the guards was simpler than Keith had anticipated, and, if he was honest, that made him feel rather on edge. It didn’t help matters that some areas of the castle felt familiar, but they ran into hallways Keith was certain didn’t exist in the Castle of Lions back in their reality. Including one area they heard some guards muttered was the prep room for honkril operations.

“I’m betting the empress made a few upgrades to this place,” Hunk whispered nervously as they waited for the group of guards to pass. “And I don’t think I want to know what kind of upgrades.”

Keith gave a nod and looked to his tracker. “Okay, my helmet is down the hall, and then three doors down.”

Hunk frowned as he checked the map and gasped. “Keith, that’s Allura’s bedroom.”

Keith winced. “Yeah, I know.”

“You’ll have to enter Empress Allura’s room,” Hunk said in a higher pitched tone as he gripped him by his shoulder. “The Allura that we’re trying to ensure you avoid.”

“I know,” Keith said as he removed Hunk’s hands, “but it’s the only to get my helmet back.”

Hunk looked reluctant. “Maybe I should enter the room-”

“Appreciate the offer,” Keith replied as he patted Hunk’s shoulder, “but I’m the fastest between us, and I’ll need you cover me with your gun if guards chase after me.”

Hunk hardly looked convinced, but he gave a nod. “Alright, but just don’t dawdle in there okay.”

“Don’t plan to,” Keith voiced.

The two of them checked the hallway before they ran down it. Keith felt his heart beat rapidly in his chest. <i>This still feels way too easy. I don’t like this.</i>

Keith’s fears were doubled when they spotted the doors that lead to the empress’s chambers and there wasn’t a guard in sight. They swiftly ducked inside a closet and Hunk poked his head out.

“Doesn’t look like she’s in there,” Hunk said as he pulled his head back inside. “Otherwise, why wouldn’t there be guards?”

Keith frowned as he gripped his chin. “That makes sense, but this doesn’t feel right.”

Hunk’s eyes narrowed. “Dude, we could bail right now. It’ll be harder, but the guys would understand and maybe we can get the helmet when we sneak back in to get to the rip.”

Keith shook his head. “My helmet might get moved to another place by then that’s even harder to get to, and that’s assuming we have time.” He slowly began to step out. “I have to take this risk, but you stay hidden.” He turned back to him. “Also, don’t come out until the last minute. If something happens I’ll need you to contact the others.”

Hunk nodded. “Just be careful..and fast..this place is giving me the creeps.”

“Likewise,” Keith muttered as he shut the door behind him. He took a deep breath, double checked the close was clear and crept towards the door. He pressed the button and the door slide open automatically.

Keith’s body went tense and felt more like he was a mouse walking right into a cat’s mouth. He peeked inside and glanced around.

He had only been inside Allura’s bedroom a few times back at the Castle of Lions, but he felt liked he had walked right inside it. The bed was bigger, but it was the same style. There was a mirror on the far back wall that was identical to Allura’s, and even the gowns that were placed over a chair were eerily similar. The room was practically screaming Allura lived here.

It’s not Allura though, he reminded himself almost like a mantra. It’s not her.

His eyes landed onto the vanity table and felt relief upon spying his helmet. He instantly walked towards it, but froze as he went to pick it up.

A framed picture stood beside it. A framed picture of a happy Allura in what looked like an Altean wedding dress and an Altean version of him smiling beside her. Keith swallowed as he felt like he was staring into a fun house mirror.

The Altean him was older in the photo, but same eyes, same black hair and facial features. Only real different were the pointed ears, the Altean clothing and the purple markings on his cheeks.

“This...is getting real creepy,” he muttered. He wanted to look away, but just found he couldn’t. Without realizing he was doing it, Keith quickly took a photo of the picture with the camera hidden in the bracer of his armour.

It’s weird, but might be useful for later.

He then shook his head of the thoughts and forced his mind back at the task at hand. “Time to get out of here,” he whispered as he picked up his helmet.

Suddenly, he heard something drop from his helmet and small tiny sphere landed on the floor. Before Keith could react, a hissing sound was heard and pink smoke was released.

Gas! Keith realized in alarm.

He frantically plunked his helmet over his head and active his face shield, but it was too late. He had already breathed in some of the gas and he was coughing non-stop.

An alarm was heard, but Keith couldn’t comprehend the meaning. His mind was getting foggy and he lost control of his body as he collapsed onto the floor. Keith heard people enter as his vision became blurrier.

The last thing he saw was a pair of fancy boots as a voice said “I had a feeling you would come back for it.”

Keith gave one last growl before he let the darkness overtake him.

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From inside the closet, Hunk felt very tempted to panic. “Not good, not good,” he muttered as he watched the guards race into the empress’s room. He had heard Keith’s surprise cry and was about to move in when she saw Allura, or rather the empress, rush inside with five guards behind her.

Hunk debated about rushing in and shooting at them to let Keith run out, but when two of the guards brought out an unconscious Keith, he knew that plan was shot.

What do I do? Hunk thought. There’s too many for me to take on all at once, and that’s if I didn’t have to worry about dragging Keith with me. They would definitely catch me too.

“Where shall we detain him, Empress?” one of the guards asked.

The empress frowned as a thoughtful look crossed over her face. Hunk tensed and finally felt he got what Keith was trying to say. She looked older, but she looked almost identical to Allura, except her eyes. Something about them empress’s eyes didn’t seem right to him. There was a coldness in them he had never witness in the Altean princess he knew.

Hunk held his breath as the empress traced her fingers over Keith’s face.

Ooh, please don’t get creepy, Hunk silently begged. I don’t think I could stay hidden if you get real creepy with Keith while he’s knocked out.

“Empress?” the guard voiced again.

The empress yanked her hand back like it had been burned. “Bring him to the room three doors down from me.”

The guards exchanged confused looks. “But Empress,” a female guard spoke, “isn’t that your husband’s old-”

“Do not question me!” the empress snapped and Hunk found himself flinching along with the guards. “Place him in there, but chain his foot to the bed so he can not escape.” Her eyes narrowed. “And if I discover any of you have harmed him you shall answer to me personally. Is that understood?”

“Yes, Empress,” the guards said in unison as they carried Keith down the hall.

Hunk didn’t dare to even wingle a finger until they were out of sight and then buried his face into his hands. “Not good, not good. What to do, what to do?”

He thought over his options. He wanted to get Keith out of there, but those guards would be watching him like a hawk. Hunk would have to wait.

He took a deep breath to calm himself. It sounds like they aren’t going to hurt, Keith. So, he’s safe for the moment. He grasped his chin in thought. Okay, first I got to move out of this area since I can’t risk them finding me here. I need to go back to the tunnel, and contact the others so we can make a better plan.

Hunk slammed his fist into his palm and felt satisfied with that plan, until he walked out of the closet. His eyes lingered in the direction where the guards took Keith, but he forced himself to run into the other direction.

Hang in there, Keith, Hunk vowed as he ran. We’re going to get you out of here.

#kallura #kallura month #kalluring #keith kogane #empress allura #allura #fanfic #my writing

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Ima ask on anon bc I'm shy af but can I ask for a one shot of Keef tellin Shiro he's engaged? (like years down the line in life) To the dork Lance? For the Dad au? I can only live through so much angst. I had to watch a bby!voltron speedpaint 2day !!

Hi there nonny! I hope this isn’t too late for you! Aww, I hear you there. Sometimes we need some more fluff (I love me some angst and it seems like a lot of you all do too :)) And this is very cute! So I’m guess this is like a sequel to this oneshot, but it’s an AU of the single dad Shiro AU bc no set pairings here but it was cute. I hope the speedpaint was super adorable and enjoy! I love when you nonnies send in great asks.

x.V.x

It wastoo early to think coherently.

Lancewished he had gotten coffee first.

He really wished he had gotten coffee. Itwas too early to be awake.

But herehe was. Awake and sitting in the terminal of an airport with a little old lady,trying to connect to the world-wide web via a worldwide travel book, a lonelyman asleep with half an omelet still on his plate, and a pile of gum wrappersthat didn’t even get close to making it in the trash can. The airport terminalwasn’t busy by any means, but Lance was still pleasantly surprised at how manypeople were here at five-fifty in the morning. Here and awake.

At leasthe wasn’t the only one who was barely able to form thoughts and maneuverhimself into a waiting chair, after he had watched a man about twice his agerun straight into a pillar in the wall. Earlier, a woman had almost taken amorning dip into the fountains. It was safe to say that these people probablyweren’t morning people either.

When was the last time you wokeup this early? Middle school? Lance groaned, leaning back into his chair.He rubbed his eyes tiredly and glanced over to where Shiro and the others weresnoozing in their chairs. At least he wasn’t the only one suffering at thishour. Lance glanced back up at the time board that lay above their waitingarea.

Flight 201CA has landed.

Oh yeah.

Keithwas coming home.

Afterfive years of service, Keith was finally coming home for good. No more havingto go back. No more training others. No more emergency service. Keith hadfulfilled his time in the military, paid many prices for it, and he was finallycoming home.

Lancehad nearly sobbed at learning that his boyfriend of seven years was going to becoming home. Shiro had actually cried (There were tear marks all over Keith’sletter, but that was okay, Lance wasn’t about to ruin the father’s moment).Everyone was more than a little excited about welcoming Keith home, and soon awelcoming party had gone underway under the supervision of Pidge and Coran.Which was not a good idea.

Shiro andLance both knew that Keith wouldn’t want a big party, but while Shiro wanted tostop the party and keep everyone from overwhelming Keith, Lance didn’t see theharm in getting Keith out. After all alot of people had missed him while he was gone. Shiro and Lance had arguedfor a bit about Keith’s party, but eventually Lance won after insisting thatKeith should realize how loved hewas.

He’dnever seen his boyfriend’s father so awed before.

Hopefully soon-to-be father-in-law.

Theheavy weight of a small box in Lance’s pocket suddenly felt much heavier thanever before. His heart rate speed up and soon enough, any trace of sleep wasgone and Lance was wide awake. Unlike his companions. For a split second, Lancewas quite jealous of how his friends could sleep through this waiting period.As if the rest of their lives didn’t rest on the sole moment of Keith walkingthrough those gates, ready to determine how their futures would end – oh wait,that only affected him. Right.

To befair though, none of them even knewwhat plans Lance had made for when Keith came in today. Not even Shiro, whichmay or may not have been a good idea.Guess I’ll find out soon. Lance thought nervously as he looked down at hiswatch for the millionth time this morning.

He wasso busy lost in thought and thinking about the impending future, that Lance andthe others had failed to notice when people had entered into the waiting areafrom the gates and were now walking towards them. In fact, none of them noticeduntil a pair of brown combat boots had stopped in Lance’s line of sight and avoice chuckled.

“Guys?”

“Keith!” Of course, Shiro was the firstto shoot out of his chair, awake in less than a second (damn, Lance needed tolearn how to do that). Lance looked up in time to see the others awakening at aslower pace, but with smiles all around and saw Shiro making a break for hisson.

Keith,in his uniform with that especially tight black shirt and those loose cargopants with two sets of dog tagshanging around his neck, smiled tiredly at his father before dropping his bagto the ground. He easily caught his dad into a hug, standing at an impressive two-inchtaller height than Shiro before pulling a surprised Shiro up into the air.

“Dad!”Keith laughed when Shiro gawked. “It’s so good to be home.” Shiro was surprisedfor only another second before scowling playfully at his son.

“Whatthe hell are they feeding you there, where did my little child go?” He whinedbefore ruffling Keith’s hair (which had finally grown back out to the familiarmullet he used to have). Keith chuckled and set his father on the ground,before the two embraced in a much tighter and more heartfelt hug. Lance and theothers could feel their eyes beginning to grow misty as Keith and Shiropractically hung onto each other for several long minutes. All around thempeople were watching and smiling at the small display, sharing happy commentswith one another, to which Keith and the rest of them ignored mainly.

Eventually,Keith and Shiro pulled back, both with wet eyes and bright smiles, as Shirogently pat Keith on the back.

“I’m sohappy you’re home. Shiro whispered before letting go of Keith’s hand.

“Imissed you too dad.” The twenty-three-year-old grinned at his dad beforeturning to Lance and the others. Lance was the first to leap at Keith, jumpingright into his arms (Ha, he was stilltaller than Keith and Shiro) and pressing a full-on kiss right onto Keith’smouth. Keith blinked in surprise but caught Lance without a struggle andeventually melted into the kiss. The two lovers could hears some clapping andcheers all around them but ignored it in favor or holding on to each other fora few moment’s longer. Lance felt tears dripping down his face and he blushedin embarrassment, though to be fair it had been almost 13 months since he’dlast seen his boyfriend in person.

EvenShiro was clapping from behind them.Looks like I’ve gotten dad’s approval after all. Hopefully he won’t try to killme after today.

WhenLance and Keith finally broke apart, Lance rest his forehead against Keith,looking into those beautiful blue eyes he’d memorized after nineteen years.

“Heybabe.” Lance grinned crookedly, drying his eyes while Keith snorted.

“Thatwas quite a greeting Lance.” Keith huffed, but Lance could see the love andamusement in Keith’s eyes as he continued to hold Lance against him. Lancegrinned.

“I’m allabout the big show stopper babe. Go big or go home.” Lance winked before givingKeith another peck on the lips, who happily closed his eyes at the kiss, andhopped out of Keith’s arm. His heart was hammering like a drum in his chest andthe small box in his pocket felt like a giant weight. Nervously he wiped hishands against his jeans.

“I’vemissed you. Kissing your sleeping face on a computer screen just doesn’tmeasure up to the real deal.” Lance joked, causing Keith to laugh in thatadorable way where he sounded like he was too embarrassed to be laughing. It waslaugh that always make Lance’s heart stop.

“I’vemissed you too.” Keith said sincerely and brushed some of Lance’s hair out ofhis eyes. Lance swallowed heavily and his fingers itched for the box in hispocket. This is the perfect moment. Do itnow. “Except for when you hog all the blankets. I did not miss that.”

Okay, so maybe not now because that wasrude.

Keithlaughed at Lance’s pout and Shiro snickered from behind them. Rude.

“Hey don’thog Keith! Let us say hello!” Pidge finally smacked Lance’s arm and shoved himaside just before Keith was attacked by Hunk and Pidge with everyone elsehanging behind them. Keith laughed happily and accepted the hugs and high-fivesfrom everyone. He gently gave Hunk a pat on the back when he started bawling inKeith’s arm. He accepted the manly hug from his grandpa and gave his grandma akiss on the cheek. Keith accepted Allura’s scolding for making them all worrybefore hugging her and narrowly avoided a long-winded story about Coran’s timein his youth with young love. From the side, Lance watched this all with lovingeyes finding himself falling more and more in love with this man, even afterseven years of being together.

Do it now. Now it the perfect chance.

Lancenervously licked his lips, as his hands dug into his pocket. He thumbed thesmall box in his pocket and eyed Keith.

Do it.

Lancegripped the box tightly with sweating fingers. Shiro glanced over.

Do it.

As Lancepulled the box out from his pocket, his heart hammered heavily in his chest andShiro’s eyes widened.

DO IT.

“Eat food with me forever?!”Lance had suddenly shot out before Shiro could open his mouth, right in frontof Keith (in front of everyone) before taking a knee and thrusting the smallbox unromantically towards Keith.

Theairport was dead silent.

Keith’seyes were as wide as the moon and he stared at Lance with his mouth open. Thesilence etched on as Lance was frozen in horror. Did I just propose like an idiot?! He could hear Pidge and Alluratrying to hide their snickers while Hunk was sobbing again. Still Keith saidnothing and Lance’s heart shook.

“W-what?”He finally squeaked, and normally Lance would have teased the hell out of himfor his tiny mouse voice but he probably was seconds away from passing out.

“Er, um,marry me?” Lance tried again before mentally slapping himself. How was that any more romantic than before?Keith blinked again.

“Is thisa joke?” Keith’s face suddenly grew hot and a heavy blush spread over hischeeks. Lance thought it was adorable.

“No!Fuck, I bought a ring and everything see?!” Lance thrust the box back at Keithbefore realizing that the lid was closed.Oh. Quickly he opened the lid with shaking fingers and presented the ring toKeith.

“Whatthe?” Keith gawked and stared at the silver band with intricate diamonds andstones that represented his birth month. He blinked again, this time feelinghot tears behind his eyes. The ring was stunning. It was hard, simple but itwas beautiful too with stones that Keith always mentioned were pretty to Lance. He remembered. It wasn’t too masculineor too feminine. It was perfect.

Keithwas mortified.

“Youidiot.” Keith sniffled before gripping Lance’s collar ad hauling him to hisfeet. Lance swallowed thickly, thinking he had somehow messed up. “You couldn’twait until we were home?! Or when I wasn’t so tired, I could barely say my ownname?!” Keith sniffled again and Lance frowned. Was that a yes?

“Er, areyou gonna marry me or not? ‘Cause you’re not making much sense.” Lance laughednervously and Keith rolled his eyes.

“That’sbecause it’s six in the fucking morning, and I got two hours of sleep.” Keithrolled his eyes with a snort. “And my stupid boyfriend thought it would be niceto propose to me, while I was dead on my feet, he was exhausted and hungry instead of during a nice quietdinner or at home.”

“I can,uh, do it over again? If you want?”

“No,give me that goddamn ring. This is perfect.”

Lanceblinked once. Twice. Three times before Keith finally pulled him in for a deeploving kiss. There was no battle for dominance, no tongue lashing ordesperation. But rather it was full of love, passion and promises for their future.

Theairport exploded with the sounds of screaming cheers, sobbing and clapping whenLance and Keith finally pulled away. Lance eagerly pulled off one of Keith’sglove before slipping the ring on his finger. A perfect fit.

Keithand Lance both stared at the ring, with goofy and tired smiles.

“I loveyou.” Keith whispered, eyes staring into Lance’s and Lance broke into a huge grin.

“I loveyou too.” The two broke apart when everyone else came rushing towards the newlyengaged couple to give their congratulations. Keith happily accepted all hugsfrom everyone, while Lance did the same. Eventually, Lance felt a familiar metalhand grab his shoulder and his stomach dropped. He turned around to face Shiro,who wore an unreadable expression on his face.

“Shiro,sir, I know I should have asked for your hand in marriage and talked to youfirst –” Lance babbled nervously.

“Youshould have.” Shiro said and Lance swallowed. He was then pleasantly surprisedwhen Shiro pulled him into a bone crushing hug. “Thank you for making him sohappy. Welcome to the family, Lance and please take care of my son.” Shirowhispered into Lance’s ears and the tears were falling again on Lance’s face. He clutched at the back of Shiro’s jacketbefore burying his face into the shirt.

“Thankyou Shiro. I promise to take care of him for the rest of our lives.”

“Thankyou.”

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“I hopeyou don’t mind that I gave dad my dog tags.” Keith said when he and Lance werefinally alone in their house. Hiseyes continuously wandered back to his ring every few minutes and Lance foundthat absolutely adorable. Keith might not be the most verbal about his appreciationbut Lance wouldn’t be with him otherwise if that was the only reason he’d wantto love him.

“Nah, Ifigured you were going to.” Lance admitted with a smile. He remembered that momentwhen Shiro and Keith started cryinglike babies. Shiro’s tags were still resting against Keith’s pale chest, fullof new scars.

“I wasalways going to give them to him. It only felt right.” Keith said softly. “Evenwhen we got together, I knew I was going to give them to him. After everythingI put him through.”

“Heloves them Keith. He loves you. Don’t worry about anything else.” Lance saidquickly before Keith could go into a guilt-filled rant about his time in the military.Keith never regretted his decision but he’d seen how much it had hurt hisfriends and family. He often took it out on himself for their pain. “I loveyou, okay. Besides, you’ve given me a muchbetter gift.” Keith frowned.

“What?”

“You’regonna be my husband.” Lance grinnedand snaked an arm around Keith’s waist. Keith squeaked at the touch andplayfully swatted at Lance’s arm. He snorted but allowed Lance to pull himclose into another soft kiss.

“Mhm,yeah. I’m excited for our future. But Lance?”

“Yeahbabe?”

“There’sno way I’m going to be Keith McClain. You better get used to Lance Shirogane.”

#single dad shiro #single dad shiro AU #kiddie!AU #voltron legendary defender #klance #AU of this AU #thanks nonny #this was cute #Lance is a dork

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