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bokettochild · 3 years ago

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request: sometimes time likes to be alone underwater. with his iron boots and zora helmet, it's easy to just take a stroll at the bottom of a deep enough lake, away from the rest of the world. he did not expect, however, to find legend relaxing inside a small hole in the stone. Mer Legend.

Oh boy! I was vibing with this one for a while, I just wanted to make it perfect!

I'm pretty happy with what I made too, but man is it long!

(I hope this makes you happy, anon!)

When he and Malon have kids, he hopes they don't have this many.

Nayru knows he loves his boys, but they can get a bit much sometimes. They can get loud and overwhelming, and as a man who’s used to traveling primarily alone, with maybe a fairy trailing behind him or his trusted mount, it’s a bit overwhelming. He’s not used to being around people so much, Malon and Talon are his only consistent company and even then, the work they share means that often times it’s only him and his thoughts as he mucks, mends and tends things around the ranch.

Sometimes, when the boys get especially rowdy and playful, it’s just nice to get a moment of quiet to himself. Between Sky and Twilight he knows that nothing overly chaotic will go down, and he trusts the boys to keep each other in check.

So, when they come to the Pup’s Hyrule, their battle in this world over and most of their number restless as they wait for the next portal to arrive and whisk them away, Time allows his boys their space, and with a quick exchange with the only two he can trust to not burn something down (at least while the younger ones can still see them) he heads off into the forest to get a little space to himself.

Of course, he can’t really go far, not if he needs to hurry back, but he doesn’t really need to. His destination is Lake Hylia, which is only a short distance from their camp, maybe ten or fifteen minutes, and, when he gets there, he allows himself to actually breathe for once.

Wild, Warriors and Wind had been locked in a game of cards when last he left, the champion soundly beating the other two both at cribbage while Wars bemoans his poor luck, and Twilight and Sky were discussing wood carving with Hyrule, with the occasional comment from the smithy, who is only too happy to throw in something related every so often as he looks up from his book. That leaves himself and Legend, and he’s long since learned that the vet was one to disappear for his own space when possible.

He’s not overly worried. Legend has items and experience that far outmatch most of their group, and if he runs into trouble Time has little doubt that he’ll be able to get himself out of it to at least gather reinforcements, if not handle the issue by himself.

A deep breath of relief escapes him as the eldest of the heroes pulls a few items from his own bag. The boots are a familiar if not welcome weight as he slips out of his armor and dons the tunic and cap of the Zora, his breath bubbling softly as he steps into the lake before him with a contented sigh.

The cool water floods over the top of him, tugging at his hair and bubbling in his lungs, but it’s doesn’t burn the way that it should. He breathes easily beneath the rippling surface of Lake Hylia, the Zora tunic granting him freedom beneath the waves.

There is little sound beneath, only the muffled noise from above the surface, the flow of the water and-

Time’s ears prick forwards as a single blue eye turns to search the space around him.

Someone is singing.

It’s a haunting sort of melody, one that draws you in and makes you dazed, and Time finds himself stumbling over his own feet as he searches for the source. It is not a Cursed song, nor anything powerful from what he can recall, in fact, it’s almost familiar. It sounds similar to something he hears hummed about their camp at night while the boys take watch. He’d never been able to place which of the young heroes hummed the lilting melody, but he’s let it carry him off to sleep many a time before. Only this song, the one that twines about his head and whispers in his ears and makes his feet trek closer and closer to its source, this song is different, it’s haunted and Broken, and it is sung in a Voice.

Not a voice like most of those above the surface have, but a Voice like a fairy or spirit might have. One that pulls at your very soul and sings in your mind, un-hampered by wind or waves, able to carry across miles to be heard by those that it Sings too.

Heavy feet trod faster.

He’s under no spell, but he is a Link, and by now he has learned that all of their kind are blessed or cursed with courage and curiosity both, and to be without the latter is simply unthinkable for the young-at-heart hero. Something –the forest imp in him maybe- tells him to find the Voice, find the Singer.

He’s only made it part of the way across the lake, hasn’t even left the shoreline properly, when the song stops. Unease creeps over him as he looks around, alert and ready for trouble, only to see nothing but the peaceful stillness of the lake bottom around him.

There! His mind supplies as something pink flits in the corner of his vision, and he’s whipping around to come face to face with-

Long tangled hair drifts in the waves as glistening scales reflect the light pouring down through the waves. Too deep, too dark eyes stare at him in shock for a brief moment, and then-

The creature, the thing, is gone in an instant. Whipping away as it’s glimmer fades into the waves around him, speed no doubt granted by the brilliant tail of the thing sending it rocketing out of his grasp before he even has a chance to speak.

He tried to follow it. He does! But quite soon the adult part of his mind is reminding him how dangerous the thing could be, and that he still has his boys to return to back on the surface. It’s been exactly thirty-two minutes and thirteen seconds since he left them at their camp, and by now they usually would have sent someone to check and make sure that whatever member of their party had strayed off was alright.

Removing his boots is all it takes to float to the surface, despite the fact that he still holds the things in his hands, and it’s with no small amount of relief that he realizes that the bank of the lake is free of other heroes.

Time gathers his things together, wringing out his hair and clothes before returning to his normal gear and heading back to the camp.

Smiles and chuckles greet him as the young heroes tease.

“Go for a swim, Old Man?” Legend quirks a brow, staring up from his place by the fire.

Time doesn’t answer him, but he does shake his head violently enough to spray the younger heroes with water, earning shouts and shrieks from them as they try and shield themselves from the wet. “Seriously, Time?” Warriors moans, wiping lake water from his face. “What are you, a dog?”

Time smirks at the captain and, to everyone's surprise (which produces no small amount of delight for him), he barks.

“What sorts of people have you met in your adventures?” Sky asks a couple of days later, head cocked to the side as he watches his brothers. “You all talk about so many races, but I don’t think I've heard of most of them.”

“Well,” Wild smiles, there’s a glint in his gaze that isn’t quite mischief, but it’s a warning to be wary anyway, because they all know what a crack-pot their cook can be at times. “There’s Hylians, of course, and Sheikah, Yiga, Gerudo, Rito, Gorons, Zora and koroks! You’ve probably already met the Sheikah, since you mentioned knowing an Impa during your journey, and the Yiga are an offshoot of that group.”

Twilight blinks and stares, Warriors furrowing his brow as he two older heroes stare at the younger, but Wild seem entirely unaffected.

“Gerudo are a desert people. They’re really tall, and extremely strong! Most of their race have long red hair and slightly darker skin than the people around Hyrule. They are a society of all woman, with only one man being born to them every hundred years. They worship the goddess Din for the most part, and live out of an opulent city set in the desert where they specialize in the crafting of weapons and jewelry, and the farming of exotic plants.” The champion then proceeds to run down traits and knowledge about the other races, matter-of-factly, as if the details he is sharing are things that everyone from the surface knows.

“Wow.” Sky laughs as Wild finishes. “I had no idea.”

“There’s also the minish.” Four adds. “And the Wind Tribe, who are sky people, of course.”

Sky looks curious, but Four says nothing more, instead gesturing to the other heroes to share their thoughts, which they do.

“Terminans.” Time offers. “Very similar to Hylians.”

“Ordonians.” Twilight adds with a fond smile. No explanation is needed.

The others all nod along, but Legend rolls his eyes. “Humans, like, non-Hylian humans, Shifters,” The vet stares upwards with a light scowl as he ticks the races off of his fingers. “Technically they’re humans too, but Wild counted the Sheikah and Gerudo, so there’s also the Lorulians, Labrynninians, Holodrumese folks, Hytopians, Drablanders, Subrosians, Catalians-” Legend frowns. “I could swear there are more but I can’t really recall.”

Time, for whatever reason, he can’t really say why, cocks his head. “Any water people other than Zora?”

The vet snaps his fingers. “Mer-folk! Thank you, Time. I guess fae and animal folk count on that note.”

There’s a scoff and Warriors is leaning forwards with a smirk. “Fairies and animals, sure, but mer? Seriously, Legend? Have you even met a mer before?”

“Many times.” The veteran drawls, cocking a brow in the captain’s direction. “On multiple adventures. What about you, cap? Jealous you couldn’t snag one for your guild of brides?”

Warriors blusters about indignantly, earning laughter from the others as Legend smirks, but the man recovers quickly enough. “I do not have a guild of brides! That is- that is utterly disgusting!”

“Could have fooled me.” Legend teases, sipping some water from a flask.

“Give him a break.” Twilight snickers, shoving the vet playfully.

The unfortunate thing about Twilight’s shoves though is that the ranch hand doesn’t seem to know his own strength, and Legend is small enough that the light push is enough to send him scrabbling to not hit the ground. More laughter rings about their camp, but this time at the vet's expense, as Legend topples over into the dirt, spilling his drink and failing his arms as he goes.

“Yeah, yeah, laugh it up.” Legend huffs, pulling himself back up and dusts off his clothes, scowling at the water spilled on him. “Great.”

“Oh, come on, you came back soaked to the skin earlier, what’s a bit of water going to hurt you, huh, vet?” Warriors ribs, smirking.

Legend shoots him a half-hearted glare.

“Legend,” Time starts slowly. “How would you describe the mer?”

The vet pauses, gaze resting maybe a moment too long as his hands as he brushes off the hem of his tunic. He’s already done so and there’s really no reason for him to do it again, but he does anyway. “What you’d expect.” He shrugs haltingly. “Hylian on top, fish beneath. Tail, long hair, that sort of thing.”

The old man hums. Legends ears twitch, nose shivering slightly as violet eyes flit over their group. “Care to expand on your sky people story, Four?”

“I’m good.” The smithy replies lazily.

Time would pass it off as a strange one-time thing, he would, but there are... other factors at play.

They’ve traveled to Four’s time, fighting off monsters and solving puzzles the same as they’ve always done. The boys are taking some downtime, playing hide and seek, and just like the last time, Time takes himself down to the river they’ve made camp ear and dons his Zora gear.

He isn’t expecting to see the creature, the mer, again, much less hear them singing -after all, this is a Hyrule far before his Pup’s- but there the creature is. It- or they- frolic in the water, chasing fish and singing softly. The tune is lighter than the last one he heard, a different song entirely, but there is no denying that it is the same mer.

Gold flecked, petal pink scales shimmer beneath the twisted lights that invade the water, hair of the same colors flowing in the current as long fingers, tipped with pointed claws, reach out to swipe at the fish swimming wildly away. They don’t catch anything, but Time hears it giggle anyways, the tune of its voice bubbling in merriment as it rolls like and otter and turns to explore some other part of the river bed.

The cursed curiosity of a hero niggles in Time’s mind. How is the same mer from before in this timeline, ages before Twilight would even be born? And why do they play and explore as if they’ve never seen this river bed before in their life?

Long claws pull through sand, and although their hair blocks their face from his view, he can still hear the warble of delight as the creature removes something sparkling and bright from the river bed. The mer floats in place, turning the item over in their hands curiously before whisking it out of sight and returning to their search.

A mer that likes treasure, huh? Why is he unsurprised?

His own soft laugh startles them, and for a half of a moment, golden ringed, violet eyes, wide and bright and full of shock, meet his own.

The mer is gone before he can make a move.

He asks Legend about it the next day. As they travel along the path towards the nearest town, Time falls back to ask the vet more about mer.

“Do mer like treasure?”

Legend starts, eyes wide as they meet his own, and something in the back of his mind is nagging him that the look in the vet’s eyes is somehow familiar. “What?”

“Do mer like treasure?” He repeats himself.

Legend stares at him, blinking slowly as they continue along the path, but eventually the vet shakes his head and answers. “Depends on the mer. They’re people too, Time, they can have varying interests and hobbies. There is no standard for mer. None.”

“Don’t they all swim at least?”

Legend’s gaze is flat. “There are disabled Hylians aren’t there? Not all Hylians can walk, and not Mer can swim. Some just choose not to because they don’t like it!”

Time frowns. How does the vet know so much about mer culture? “How do you know this?”

The vet shrugs, eyes darting away. “I’ve been a lot of places and met a lot of people. Mer are no exception.”

“I thought you hated swimming and the water?” Wind breaks in, falling back to join the two of them with an odd look on his face. He looks like a puppy and it’s killing Time not to ruffle the kid’s hair.

“Didn’t always.” Legend returns, smiling wryly down at the sailor. “But enough of that. The real question here is if you’ve ever met one, sailor.”

“A mer?” Wind furrows his brow, looking away with a soft sigh. “The water in my world isn’t safe for the people who lived in it. There’s hardly even any fish in most places. The Zora in my time had to adapt to the air instead in order to survive.”

Awkward silence falls over them, the vet looking guilty for a half a moment before he settles a hand on the kid’s shoulder. “The goddesses aren’t always fair, Maliit, it’s not your fault.

Time hums his agreement, heart aching for yet another young hero and a world that suffered for Time’s failure to have properly saved it.

He sees the mer again. Not just when he’s in the water himself, but when he’s keeping watch during the night or on occasion when he goes fishing with Twilight. The Pup says nothing about seeing gold and pink beneath the water, but Time finds himself watching it all the same.

It darts beneath the dock they’re fishing on one time, and when Twilight’s line gets a tug, the rancher pulls it up only to find the one of his boots dangling from the other end.

Time can’t help it, he laughs.

So, this mer is a prankster, huh?

He takes to seeking them out, trying to catch their attention or try to talk to them, but nothing works. The minute that gold and violet eyes meet his own, petal pink scales flick deftly in the waves and the mer is swimming away.

But Time isn’t dumb.

He knows that the same mer cannot reasonably exist across all of time, not with all the changes that come to the world with each hero. He knows that this being is somehow following them, and h’s got a rather good idea exactly how it’s happening.

It’s a long shot, but he knows for a fact that Legend is always gone from camp before he sees the creature, and enough times startling the vet when asking about mer has taught him that the expressions between the two are the same. All he knows on the mer’s face is shock, but the vet’s eyes glimmer the same shade of violet, even if they are different in size and shape, and the petal pink hair that the vet comes out of the forest with one evening after their group was separated is uncannily similar to the shade of the mer.

They’ve made camp again, and rather than climbing into the water when he catches a moment alone, Time settles on the shore, not in the mood to be in the water but in need of its calming song. The air has been tense the past few days, and Time welcomes a brief moment to relax, forcing himself not to think of the gaping wound in his Pup’s side or the ragged breath that wheezes between the rancher’s lips.

Twilight will be fine, he reminds himself. Hyrule and Warriors had worked together to tend the wound and while it would definitely leave a scar, the danger of losing their beloved friend and brother (and maybe son?) is not so high anymore.

He welcomes a free breath, away from the hurt gazes of his boys as they try and process that their beloved canine friend and the rancher are one and the same. A chance to think without having to stop those who were out of the know from bombarding those who were in it with questions.

He’s glad to be free of the questions himself.

Legend seems to be too, if the glint of pink beneath the waves is to be believed.

He doesn’t approach this time, doesn’t try entering the water to speak. He’s tired and he wants his spae, and he imagines Legend would like his own too. So, instead, he sits on the bank, feet trailing in the water and ocarina on his lips as he plays softly.

The tune is a sweet one, one he’d written himself that lilts and dips softly, very nearly perfect for a dance, but far more suited to a night by a fire or watching the sunset. And sunset it is, fading light stretching out across the water, glinting of the surface and reflecting off of gold and pink-

He stops, eye wide as he turns towards the flash in his vision.

Gold and violet stare back at him, framed in curling pink as Legend freeze half-way through pulling on his tunic again.

Gold fades just as the scales dissapear and leave the vet siting on the shore, tunic still bunched around his shoudlers and violet eyes wide with fear as he regards his leader.

“I won’t tell.” Time forces, turning away his gaze and returning his focus to the instrument in his hand. He doesn’t play, but he doesn’t look up either.

“It’s an item.” Legend forces, strained. His voice is still tainted with whatever power had shifted him between forms, and it’s sweeter and more melodious than normal. “I found it on my third adventure. Got cursed.”

“Like the rancher?” Time hums softly, not having to look up to know that Legend is shifting nervously, foot tapping madly at the ground beneath him.

“Yeah.” Legend huffs.

“Okay.” And he does look up them, calm and as open as he can make himself seem as he meets the vet’s gaze.

“Just okay?” One brow cocks as Legend crosses his arms.

“Just okay. It’s your secret, Legend. I can’t change what I’ve seen, but I won’t tell the others either.”

Legend nods, wary bit willing to accept the words, if only for now. “If you say so.”

They’re on their way back to camp, Legend carrying an armload of fish and Time carrying both of their bags when the vet stops and glares at him. “I don’t want to hear any jokes, alright? I get enough of those from Twilight and Sky.”

“They know?” The old man tilts his head in question.

Legend flushes, ducking his head and setting off again at a speed some might label a scurry. “No. Hurry up, these fish are gonna rot!”

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Waves lap around his head and it’s all Time can do to break the surface, coughing and hacking as he struggles to remain above the water.

The portal had come at the worst time ever, and no one had been ready to be dropped into the center of the ocean.

Lightning crackles overhead as waves swirl and crash about him. The ocean rages and Time is again reminded how small Hylian’s are in the face of Mother Earth herself.

“Boys!” The shout rasps from his throat as he spins to look about, praying to every deity he knows that he’ll find the rest of them safe and sound, or at the very least together. Never mind that Twilight still can’t walk, much less swim. Never mind the smithy’s shattered arm and Wild’s fear of the water. He can’t panic about those right now, he has to find them!

“Over here!” Sky’s voice answers him. The Chosen Hero clings to the shivering form of the smithy, both are soaked and trembling, but they’re managing to stay above the waves.

“My Hyrule!” Wind calls out as Time strikes out towards them, and the sailor continues once he’s close enough to see that at least five of his boys are safe. “We’re near land,” Wind nods in a random direction and Time wonders briefly how the sailor even knows that. “It could be a challenge in these waves, but we can make it. Have you seen the others?”

Hyrule looks up at him hopefully, the water-logged traveler fighting madly to stay above the water but succeeding despite the waves. Time reminds himself to help the boy learn to swim more effectively later, and more importantly how to properly tread water, but for now he focuses on answering Wind. “You're the firsts. We’ll have to hope the others are alright, getting y’all to safety is my first concern.

“But Wild!” Hyrule splutters, choking on some water as Time swims over to give the traveler someone to cling to. Freezing fingers latch ahold of his armor as teeth chatter, the waves are neither kind nor warm and with their health as it is he’s certain someone is going to end up with a cold when this is all over. “And Twilight! A-and Legend and Wars! They’re out there somewhere!”

“We have to hope Legend and Warriors can elp the other two. We can’t do them any good if we’re fighting to stay above ourselves.” He tries to same calm, but his own mind and heart scream with the same message that Hyrule’s voice does, and its all he can do to push it down.

Thunder rolls overhead and waves beneath as they push off towards the shore, each of the older heroes aiding a younger one as Wind guides them all towrads the supposed island.

Time hs never been so relieved to see sand in his life, and as Hyrule pulls himself up the bach and Wind helps Sky to settle Four, Time can only pray that he’ll find his way back again. “I’m going to look for the otehrs. Wind, stay and help Sky.” The sailor looks as if he wants to hesitate, but he knows better than anyone how a small body can be lost to the waves much easier than an adult. “Make a fire, warm up as best you can. Keep an eyes out. I’ll come back if- when I find the others.”

He stops only to shed his armor and don his Zora gear, but a single dive beneath the water is enough to tell him that it’s for naught. Wind wasn’t joking about his water being toxic, and a single breath of the stuff leaves Time heaving as soon as he breaks the surface.

His chances of finding the boys have lowered considerably.

Nayru above, don’t let anyone have sunk beneath!

Time swims for all he is worth, pushing past weariness as he battles each and every wave. And he’s just beginning to lose hope when he catches sight of something silver reflecting in the water as lighting flashes above.

“Time!”

Blue whips around to meet its twins as Warriors comes to swim beside him. “Have you found any of the others?”

“Wind, Sky, Hyrule and Four.” he breathes back. “You?”

The captian looks rueful but nods to his side. “Legend.”

Time can’t help but start as Legend’s eyes peek above the surface. Golden and violet are glassy in the pale ace of the vet, but they’re there and that means that Legend is alive.

“I’ve officially met my first mer.” Warriors sighs, but there’s worry in the captains voice and face both.

“Split up.” Legend’s voice rasps, and there none of the melodic song that Time is used to hearing from this form of the vet.

Legend is pale, far too pale.

“What’s-”

“Wind’s world.” Warriors tells him. “Water here is toxic.”

The water is toxic. The water, which mer have to breath to stay alive, is toxic.

Time’s gaze shoots to the vet but there’s only a flick of gold and pink as he disappears beneath the waves. Warriors groans. “He keeps doing that! I swear, I have no way of knowing if he’s even still there, but he still insists on disappearing like the little shit he is.”

Usually, Time would scold his brother for such a tone, but he knows that Warriors is just sacred. He’s terrified, and it leaks into his voice and his actions, and the only way that the soldier knows how to hide the fear is by biting back with venom, not dissimilar to the vet’s own actions.

They swim together, searching and calling out for the two missing heroes. Hope is beginning to fade and Time can feel a gnawing fear eating away at his heart as he thinks of the gaping wound in his Pup’s side and the likelihood that Twilight would even be able to swim with it.

His pup’s chances aren’t high.

“Look!” Warriors shouts over the storm, jerking him from his thoughts as his eyes follow the captain’s pointing hand.

Pink bobs on the surface, backed by bedraggled and soaked black fur as Legend hauls Twilight’s limp form through the water.

“Pup!”

He’s taking the lad from Legend as soon as they’re in reach, and Legend seems to sag in relief as the weight is removed from his shoulder. “Was with Wild. Bring him to-” The vet wheezes and ducks beneath the water for a moment, coming up with a pained expression on his face. “Bring to shore. I’ll get Wild.” He gives them no time to respond, tail flicking as he disappears beneath the waves again.

Time and Warriors exchange a glance and head back to shore, supporting the weight of the rancher between them.

Wind and Sky have managed to get a virtual bonfire going on the shore, and the sailor has laid what blankets and bed-rolls he’s found of their equipment in front of it, allowing their dampened things to ry as he and the other three heroes bundle together for warmth.

It’s with a cheer that they al; greet Time and Warriors as the two emerge from the ocean, and Time can’t help but smile a bit in relief at seeing them all safe again. Only a little longer and Legend will be back with Wild, and then he can rest easy knowing they’re all out of the storm.

Rain still patters against already soaked skin and cloth, but with the fire flickering before them Time can’t bring himself to care over much.

Hyrule’s fingers shiver as they slide over the wound in Twilight’s side, cleansing it from the poisonous water that has soaked into the bandages, and while Twilight grits his teeth and winces, he’s at least conscious enough to do so, and that alone brings some peace to the others.

Warriors informs the others of the whereabouts of their two missing brothers, and Time helps to settle Twilight on one of the warming bedrolls. It made still be wet, but it’s better than getting sand in the pup’s wound.

They wait in tense silence, bundled together to share heat as nervous gazes watch the shore. Wind hasn’t stopped muttering under his breath and Four isn’t doing much better with his half formed sentences and steady murmurs.

It’s only when Wild’s golden hair can be seen on the shore that they all release a breath of air.

Cornflower blue is wide and glazed, likely from shock, but it doesn’t stop the champion from reaching back into the waves to pull out his companion.

Legend is a mess.

The veteran gasps and splutters for breath once he’s free, skin a sickly shade of white and eyes just as glazes as Wild's own as the two clings to each other, and when the two stand together Legend is leaning heavily against the shaking champion, and it’s only through sheer luck that Time and Sky get there in time to catch them before the duo collapses back into the waves.

Wild curls against Time’s chest, fingers shaking and eyes blank as the man carries him back to the fire. Legend doesn’t even stir, lying limp in Sky’s hold as the Skyloftian bustles back to join the other heroes.

Nothing is said about the glistening tail that fades into legs once Legend is warmed and dried, and even if anyone had dared the stern gaze of the first of their number would have been enough to silence them.

Violet blinks hazy and distant beneath the warmed fabric of Sky’s sailcloth, but they are all safe. They are all safe and they are alive.

“Thanks to Legend.” Wild whispers when he comes back, head resting against Times collar bone. “Without him I would have never got Twi back to shore.”

“Three cheers for the vet.” Wars forces a smile, and while the cheers are heartfelt and thankful, they do nothing to lighten the mood.

Legend doesn’t even seem to hear them.

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natty-taffy · 3 years ago

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im actually a big Melina stan. i think she got a bad angle from the film. the very brief line of her being cycled so many times before Natasha was even born kinda let us in. I'd be interested in something where Melina is the one triggered & her girls have to calm her down & get to see that side of her

ugh i love writing melina, thank you so much for this lovely prompt, anon! (and i'm sorry for taking so long!)

Breakfast at dawn - [melina, yelena, natasha] fluff

Summary: Melina finds out what family is for

Words: 1.5k

TW: light swearing, mentions of kidnapping

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The day started wrong from the very first sunray; Melina didn’t hear the birds chirping, the same old patterns of song were collectively missing from the morning ruckus- that, in fact, was unexistent as well.

Immediately on high alert, she sharpens her hearing to find any trace of homey-like sounds, only to realize, with a rising heart-beat and the first spark of panic, that there is none.

She isn’t home.

Reasoning with herself and going against her instincts, Melina doesn’t dare to open her eyes or make any sudden movement- knowing very well that they would know exactly if she has woken up, if they already haven’t.

She starts to wonder, with somber on her heart, how did the Red Room survive once more after desctructed to the ashes, but knows well enough to never underestimate their power, she never has.

That’s why, when the heavy footsteps outside of the room appear, her first instinct is to coil herself in panic into her own body, praying for whoever wanted to listen, that they wouldn’t punish her again- punish for what, she has no idea, but Dreykov certainly has his motives.

He always, always, does.

But when the doorknob twists, her fly-or-fight instinct kicks in full speed- she will not allow this to happen one more time, not when she has just discovered the worth of living in peace, not when she finally fell in love with being alive.

Before the door could be completely open, Melina is already halfway through the dark room, easily tackling one of the guards to the ground.

“What the hell?” A feminine voice shouts.

Fuck, he sent the widows- there’s no way she will make it out.

But this- she can’t do this, him, again.

Backing up until she harshly hits a wall, Melina slides to her knees, using her shaky hands to protect her head- she can’t hide her panicked sobs anymore, terrified of dying by their hands, and even more at having to face Dreykov and return to the Red Room.

When a few, maybe two, widows approach her slowly, Melina whimpers in foreshadowing of the hit she’s going to receive, pushing herself impossibly closer to the wall. She holds her breath, stilling her body, waiting for the inicial blow.

They must think she looks pathetic.

So, she waits.

And waits.

But what comes, instead, is completely out of what she was expecting and, somehow, even worse.

“Mama?”

Melina immediately sees red- Natasha and Yelena.

“Where are they?” she asks in a dreadful voice, uncovering her head, daring to look up to see nothing but the darkness of the room.

“Who?” The voice asks and it sounds so much like Natasha that makes her want to throw up.

They’ve got her babies.

“Don’t play stupid with me” She gets up, half supporting her weight on the cold wall, clenching her fists more in self defense than in attack “Where are my girls?”

Apart from the sounds of movement around the room, it gets dead silent- but, by knowing how they opperate, Melina knows something is about to happen- and all she can do is stay on guard, energies immediately renewed at the mere thought of their daughters being in danger.

Then the lights are turned on.

And Melina is frozen in place as she faces not only Natasha and Yelena, but her entire room, intacts.

No widows, no guns, no torture equipments.

She frowns, looking down at herself, trying to find any evidences of being handled by someone else- a needle mark, a cut, a band-aid- but all she finds is her ordinary plaid nightgown, untouched by anything but her own body.

“What-” The woman starts a question she doesn’t ask.

“We decided to step by” Yelena is the one to answer her, always the most forward of the two, in a quiet voice.

It’s only then that she looks at the girls in front of her again, really looking at them.

They wear worry on their eyes and stare at her carefully, as if making the wrong move would have her at their throats-

Oh.

With a heavy heart, Melina sighs at the realization that her mind is making things up, once more- that there was no threat, but her own self.

She casts her eyes down to ground in burning shame- for both of her daughters having to see her in such state and for herself, for keep allowing her mind to be só weak.

“I’m so sorry, girls” An oddly desperate voice comes out of her throat, itching to apologize for her behavior “I thought-”

“We know, mama” Natasha’s soft voice is the one to cut her midspeech “Come over here”

To much of Melina and Yelena’s surprise, she opens her arms, offering a hug.

Melina doesn’t know why her tears are being formed for, if it’s for Natasha, the most closed-of of the family, finally offering her a hug that she promptly steps into, if it’s for her shame or simply for a tiredness that she can’t help but voice.

“I wish I wasn’t still so vulnerable to him”

Her daughter’s arms tighten softly against her, showing her support in the way she can, letting her know that she is safe.

“There’s no him anymore” Natasha reminds her, whispering as the tip of her fingers trace light patters on her skin “There’s only the three of us”

“And Alexei” Yelena chimes in, with that bright, bright, smile of hers.

“Yeah... and Alexei” Her oldest is less than thrilled, but makes sure that the addition doesn’t go unnoticed.

The four of them coming together after all these years- Melina still can’t believe how lucky she actually have gotten to be.

“It’s okay to still fear him, you know?” Natasha asks her in a tone that almost spells that she does it too.

And, God, she feels like a horrible mother for allowing them to go back to him, to that place and that terrible men.

And it only gets worse when Yelena joins their half-hug half-tangle, resting her blonde head on Melina’s lap, much as she did as a toddler “You’re a human being, mama, you can act like one”

She doesn’t even realize her own crying until she can hear the sobs echoing through the walls- what kind of mother is she? What kind of person is she?

Why are they, after everything she has done, even trying to help her?

“We love you, mama” Natasha whispers at sensing her inner turmoil, never stopping her feather-like touch, keeping her grounded on the present, not on her thoughts.

Melina is, not for the first or second time, so relieved that her heart of gold has prevailed through it all.

“We do” Yelena speaks again, using the same heartfelt voice tone that Natasha did “Even after you smashed me on the ground”

And is immediately chastised by her sister “Yelena”

With a gasp, Melina turns her head down at her youngest in worry “That was you? Oh, my baby, I am so sorry-”

“Nah, it’s fine” She shrugs with a smile and mischiveous eyes “Just lightening the mood”

Natasha is ready to give her a mouthful of why there are certain moments to say this kind of things, when Melina snorts at her antics- dear Lord, how she has missed her daughters.

“You sure did, darling” She catches both of them by surprise with a light smile on her face “Why don’t we get started on the breakfast?”

The sisters frown at each other slightly, but not being two to deny food, end up accepting anyways.

“Breakfast at dawn- is this what adults do now?” Yelena chuckles as she starts to get up from her mother’s lap, offering a helping hand to her.

Dawn?

As Natasha detangles from her as well, Melina risks a look at the closed window, gasping softly when, by the small cracks, the velvety darkness of the night is to be seen.

That is why there were no birds when she woke up, why there was no morning ruckus, the sounds of her pigs eating nor the bees flying near her.

With a sigh of the most plain relief any one has ever felt, she decides to tune back into the conversation- to which she is met with, unsurprisingly, bickering.

Yelena is in the middle of a scoff “No offense, Natalia, but I would rather live”

The redhead, then, answers with a annoyed groan “I- this is so unfair, it only happened twice”

Deciding to disrupt Yelena's teasing, Melina stands up, accepting the hand offered at her and guides them out of the room to the kitchen- because she knows very well how this is prone to end.

“This is two times more than anyone should ever set a kitchen on fire, Natasha”

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Steve x reader x Bucky x Tony

Requested by anon.

Soulmate. Everyone had a soulmate. When a person was born, they were born with a handprint somewhere on their body. This was to be the first place their soulmate would ever touch them.

It wasn't uncommon for a person to be born with more than one soul mark, but everyone had a different opinion on what that meant.

You were three when the red room took you in. You'd gotten separated from your mother when the two of you went shopping. A man had found you and brought you to your new home.

You had been born with three marks, and because you could never remove one, let alone three, the red room taught you what they meant.

"These marks are dangerous." A woman told you, fingers gently tracing the red handprint on your shoulder. "They will kill you."

As a small child, you didn't understand.

"Mama said they'd love me."

"Your mother didn't understand what they meant." The woman said forcefully. "But you do. You know, and you have to get them first."

Non-reader POV

Bucky had fallen off the train. He'd thought he was dead, and before the brainwashing, Bucky wished he was.

He'd clung to the handprints on his skin, one belonging to his Stevie, and the other two were unknown.

Bucky had held onto the memory of Steve and their plans to find their other two soulmates for a long time. He would come to regret when they broke his brain and took his memories away.

"These marks are your mission." A handler instructed him. "If you ever come in contact with any of them, you are to kill them where they stand. Understand?"

"Understood."

As Steve's plane began to go down, his mind wandered to the marks littering his skin.

He'd lost Bucky, and now he was never going to meet his other two soulmates.

Some people would like that, the people from back home.

Not everyone was as accepting of Steve and Bucky's multiple marks. Many used to say it was against God. Steve's many brands were supposed to be a symbol of the devil.

"It's not natural, Steven." His mother's pastor would say. "Love is only meant for two."

What a fucking asshole, was the last thing Steve thought before the plane crashed.

Tony always loved the handprints on his form. He would trace the outline when bored, and when he needed comfort, he would place his hand on one.

His mother also loved them.

"You're so special, Tony." Maria would whisper as she tucked a young Tony in. "You're so loved. You're always going to be surrounded by love."

When Steve Rogers was found in the ice, Tony demanded he be there. He wanted to see the man who his father loved more than his own son.

He'd been waiting outside of the room when the door burst open, and a tall blonde mass ran into him.

"Whoa there, buddy," Tony said, placing his hand on the man's shoulder. "Take it easy." He added before letting out a gasp as the man laid his hand on Tony's chest.

"Soulmate." The blonde murmured, looking up.

'Oh shit.' This was all Tony could think as he looked up at the face of his soulmate. Of Steve Rogers.

"Before you start yelling, I just want to say I didn't do anything," Tony said as Pepper strutted into the kitchen where he and Steve sat.

"For once, I'm not here to yell at you," Pepper told him, causing Steve to chuckle. "I'm here because you haven't answered any of my calls."

"I've been bonding with Stevie," Tony said, putting his hands on the blonde's shoulder.

It had been two weeks since Steve and Tony had met. Tony had brought Steve back to the Tower, and the two had spent hours talking. Tony had had to move past the feelings he already felt about the man, but Steve made it easy.

For the past two weeks, the two had set about solidifying the soulmate bond. And that meant avoiding any contact with the outside world.

"I'm aware." Pepper rolled her eyes at the billionaire. "It's nice to meet you, Mr. Rogers. I'm Pepper Potts." Pepper said, turning to the blonde and holding her hand out.

"Steve, please. It's nice to meet you as well." Steve said, shaking her hand. "Tony, I need a date for a conference," Pepper said, turning back to the billionaire.

"What conference?" Tony asked, cocking his head to the side.

"You need to do a press release saying you've found one of your soulmates." Pepper reminded him. "The press is going to find out one way or another. It's better if you control the source."

"The press?" Steve questioned. "Isn't it better if we don't tell them? The backlash Tony will receive will be hellish."

"The press has never liked me." Tony waved him off. "They all know about my marks. Have for years."

"And no-one says anything? Anything horrible?" Steve pressed.

"One or two have tried to," Tony said.

"But they've all been served with lawsuits and been fired from all publications," Pepper added, attempting to soothe Steve's worries.

"Steve, are you not okay with this? Because I can tell everyone to fuck off and mind their own business." Tony said, knowing of Steve's past.

"Could we just wait for a little longer?" Steve muttered, looking down. "I just need some time to process this."

"Of course." Tony instantly agreed. "We can wait for as long as you want to."

"Thank you, Tony," Steve said, taking his hand and squeezing it tightly.

It had taken Steve another two weeks before he was comfortable with telling the world. He'd spent those two weeks researching poly soulmate pairings. Diving deep into articles about them and seeing how they were perceived in the modern world.

When he realized most of the articles were positive and that the way of thinking from his childhood was mostly gone, he'd been ready.

Steve and Tony had been together for six months when Nick Fury alerted them to the discovery of Bucky Barnes.

Bucky was still under HYDRA's control when Fury had brought him in, and he was too dangerous for Tony or Steve to see.

"He's been programmed to kill both of you on sight." Fury explained. "It's not fucking safe to approach him. Give me time, and we'll fix him."

It had taken weeks for Fury to get back to them. Weeks for them to break Bucky out of HYDRA's control.

"There will be a dozen of our best agents in the room. They're all armed and on standby." Fury warned the two as they stood outside Bucky's room.

"Is that really necessary?" Tony scoffed.

"Probably not." Fury shrugged. "But you don't get to where I am by throwing caution to the wind." He said, opening the door and leading the two in.

"Buck." Steve began, slowly stepping forward. "Do you know who I am?"

"Steve," Bucky said gruffly. "My Stevie."

Steve smiled at the brunette's words and began moving closer. He maintained his snail's pace until he was standing in front of him.

"Can I touch you?" Steve asked, looking Bucky in the eyes. Bucky nodded after a long minute, and Steve reached a hand forward.

Steve's rested his hand on Bucky's flesh shoulder, and the man tensed at the contact.

"Wait." Fury said as his agents went for their weapons. Everyone watched with bated breath as Steve slowly dragged his hand down to Bucky's hip, where his hand lay printed on his skin.

As soon as Steve's hand touched the mark, Bucky's hand instinctively flew to Steve's shoulder.

"Steve." Bucky murmured, raising his eyes to meet his.

"Buck." Steve smiled gently. "I have someone for you to meet. His name is Tony, he's one of our soulmates, Buck. Do you want to meet him?"

"Yes." Bucky nodded. "Yes, I do."

"Tone," Steve said, holding a hand out to him without taking his eyes off Buckys. Tony began walking forward slowly to not startle Bucky. Tony came to a stop next to Steve and, on instinct, raised his right hand.

Bucky lifted his hand off Steve's shoulder, and he took Tony's, intertwining their fingers together.

For the first time in seventy years, Bucky's face lit up in a smile as he looked between his soulmates.

"You know you can come live with us," Tony said. It had been two days since he'd gotten to meet Bucky. Tony and Bucky had spent their time together, getting to know each other, Steve and Bucky had been catching up, and the three had talked through being soulmates.

Steve and Tony had spent the entirety of the two days with Bucky, not even going back to the Tower for the night, but spending their nights at SHIELD with him.

"The beds at the Tower are a lot comfier than the ones here, and you can have a room to yourself if you don't want to share with us. Hell, you can have an entire floor to yourself anyway." Tony rambled.

"Tone, breathe," Steve said, placing a hand on the man's back.

"I don't think me coming back with you is a good idea," Bucky said, looking away from them. "Here, you're safe. You might not be safe with me there."

"Buck, you can't possibly think you're still dangerous," Steve stated. "SHIELD broke your brainwashing. You're not dangerous."

"But what if I am?" Bucky asked. "What if I am dangerous, and I hurt either of you? I spent decades under their control. I became a monster."

"HYDRA are the only monsters in this situation," Tony told him firmly. "You are not a monster. You are our soulmate. You're not under HYDRA's control. They can't ever touch you again."

"We trust you, Buck," Steve said, taking his hand. "Always will."

"Good thing I don't have a lot of stuff to move," Bucky said after several minutes of silence.

"We can fix that," Tony said with a grin.

It had been a year since Bucky moved into the Tower. Bucky, Steve, and Tony had solidified their bond and were happy together. But the three were missing something.

Their final soulmate.

Each of the men had one final handprint left. They each wondered what their soulmate would be like, and often spent late nights talking about their plans for the future.

"Tony, you got a minute?" Natasha asked, entering his lab.

"I could spare a couple for my favorite redhead," Tony smirked, turning away from his bench. "What's up, buttercup?"

"I need to ask you a favor," Natasha said, leaning against an empty bench. "As you know, I've been on a mission for the past three months."

"I wondered why Clint's been moping lately," Tony smirked.

"I finished my mission a week in," Natasha said, ignoring Tony's comment. "My target was an assassin. A red room girl. She's so young, Tony, she's been doing jobs for two years, and when I found her, she was going to kill herself. She's only twenty. She didn't want to be this. She couldn't keep doing it."

"Nat, what are you saying here?" Tony asked slowly.

"I got her to put the gun down. I've been helping her since. Tony, I got her away." Natasha smiled. "I got her out alive."

"I'm so proud of you," Tony said, pulling Natasha into an embrace. "You did good."

"I want to keep her safe. And that's where my favor comes in. Tony, can I bring her here? She can stay on my floor, and I'll keep an eye on her. She's good, Tony, so good. Please."

"Nat, Nat, Nat," Tony said, stopping her rambling. "I trust you and your and judgment. You're never wrong, and I trust you on this. She can stay as long as she needs to. I promise."

"Thank you, Tony," Natasha said, quickly hugging him before pulling away. "Thank you." She repeated before leaving the lab.

"Did Nat give you a name?" Steve asked. It had been two days since Natasha asked to bring her girl to the Tower, and the two were coming home today.

"Y/N L/N," Tony told him, sipping his coffee. "She's twenty years old, has been an assassin for two years, and was taken in by the red room at three."

"And Nat said she tried to kill herself?" Bucky asked. "You organized a for a SHIELD therapist to come down, right?"

"Nat picked one she believes will help her the most." Tony nodded. A ping signaled the arrival of the elevator, and the doors opened to reveal Natasha and a younger girl at her side.

"Are you three playing the welcoming party?" Natasha asked as she stepped forward with the girl, Y/N, right behind her.

"I am the party, Romanoff," Tony said, stepping forward with his hand out. "Tony Stark." He introduced himself.

"Y/N L/N. Thank you for having me." Y/N smiled weakly, raising a hand to shake his. Once her hand grasped Tony's, both let out a gasp.

"Soulmate." Tony murmured.

"Shit." Natasha cursed as Y/N stiffened. Natasha shot forward and grabbed Y/N by her shoulders. "The three of you, out," Natasha ordered, pulling Y/N towards her room.

"Natasha, she's our soulmate." Tony protested, causing Y/N's breathing to quicken.

"Tony, move," Bucky said, already pulling him and Steve to the elevator.

"What the hell was that, Buck?" Tony asked, spinning to him once the doors closed. "Why did you pull us away?"

"We're her soulmates," Bucky said.

"Exactly! She's our soulmate!" Tony exclaimed. "What was that?"

"Calm down, Tone." Steve soothed, wrapping his arms around the man. "Bucky, what happened?"

"I taught at the red room for a couple years." Bucky started once they were back on their floor. "It was about ten years into my brainwashing, and I don't remember much. But I do remember the first thing they taught girls. The handprints on your body symbolize who will kill you."

"What?" Steve gasped. "That's not true."

"It's what they taught them. If you ever find your soulmate, you have to get them before they get you." Bucky told them.

"That message gets repeated to you a dozen times a day when you first come in, and then once a day every day after that," Natasha announced, suddenly standing behind them. "It's lucky Clint didn't touch me until after I realized they were wrong."

"How is she?" Steve asked, standing quickly. "Is she okay?"

"She had a panic attack. There's a broken chair in her room, but she's otherwise okay. She's asleep, JARVIS will alert me when she wakes up." Natasha said, sinking deeply onto the recliner. "That wasn't how I wanted that meeting to go."

"What happens now?" Tony asked her.

"I call SHIELD and get them to send the therapist in earlier than I expected," Natasha says. "Until he says so, I don't want the four to interact with each other."

"Nat, she's our soulmate. You can't expect us to stay away from her." Steve told her.

"I can, and I do. I know firsthand exactly what Y/N went through. Y/N has been told her entire life the three of you will kill her unless she kills you first. She didn't want to be part of the red room, but after seventeen years, things stick." Natasha said, staring Steve down. "You need to give her time and space to adjust.”

Y/N had been in the Tower for two weeks. Steve, Tony, and Bucky had not seen her since that first day. Natasha had sent them updates, and the progress reports she received from Y/N's therapist, and that was all they knew.

Steve couldn't sleep. His mind was racing, and he couldn't force himself to calm down.

Slowly Steve crept out of the bed he shared with his soulmates and snuck into the elevator.

"Gym, please, JARVIS." He said, leaning against the wall.

When the elevator opened on the gym floor, Steve could immediately hear the telltale signs of a punching bag being beaten.

Steve walked into the gym to see Y/N violently attacking a red bag. She didn't seem to register Steve's entrance or anything but the bag in front of her.

Without thinking, Steve moved until he was behind her.

"Y/N?" He asked, placing a hand on her shoulder. He heard a sharp inhale before a hand was on his throat. "Y/N, it's me. Steve. You're safe." Steve said, holding her wrist.

Y/N snapped out of her trace, letting go of Steve's throat and putting her hand on her mouth.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." She stuttered, moving until her back had hit the wall.

"It's okay. It was an accident. It was my fault." Steve assured her, not moving towards her but kneeling on the ground. "Y/N, you're okay. I can go, I could get Natasha for you if you want."

Steve watched as Y/N squeezed her eyes shut and took several deep breaths.

"I'm sorry." Y/N murmured after she had calmed herself. "I'm sorry."

"It's okay." Steve nodded. "You didn't mean to do it. I shouldn't have startled you."

"I hurt you. I strangled you." Y/N mumbled, looking down.

"I'm okay. You didn't hurt me." Steve promised her. "Do you want me to get Nat?" He asked, and she nodded. "J?"

"Miss Romanov is already on her way."

"I'm sorry I'm a bad soul, soulmate." Y/N said, swallowing harshly on the word.

"You're not a bad soulmate," Steve assured her. "You're going through an adjustment period. I've been there. I get it, so does Bucky. You just need time, that's all." He said as the elevators opened again, Natasha rushing out.

Steve watched as Natasha fussed over Y/N and pulled the girl into an embrace.

'Thank you.' Y/N mouthed over Natasha's shoulder.

Reader POV

You had been staying in the Tower for a month now. Natasha had been so good to you. She'd given you a home, saved your life, and shown you more kindness than anyone else in your life.

Natasha had gotten you to speak to a therapist who was working on breaking you out of the red room's conditioning. You didn't handcuff yourself to bed every night, you were slowly becoming less paranoid, and you'd been able to see what they had lied to you about.

Your therapist had encouraged you after your second session to take up a hobby. Something that would make you feel happy.

The first thing that came to your mind was dancing.

In the red room, they had trained every girl to dance until their ankles broke, and their feet were bleeding. The instructors would scream 'again!' until you collapsed in exhaustion. Yet, it was the only thing that brought you any amount of joy.

When Natasha found out about your love for dance, she'd left a box of pointe shoes on your bed and shown you a ballet studio in the Tower.

Your session finished at four that afternoon, it was now ten at night, and you'd been dancing for six hours.

Your chest heaved as you collapsed at the end of the song. Your head hit the ground as you lay watching the ceiling.

“Miss L/N?” JARVIS started, pulling you from your trance. “Mr Barnes is outside the door, asking if he can enter.”

You sucked in a long breath as you contemplated your next words.

“He can in JARVIS. Thank you.” You said, sitting up. The doors opened and Bucky entered, stopping just inside the doorway.

“Hi, doll.”

Another thing that had changed in the past two weeks was your interactions with your soulmates. You weren’t as sacred of them as you had been but you still kept your distance. The of you spoke once a day, but you still hadn’t been bonded with Bucky.

“Hi, Buck.” You responded breathless.

“JARVIS says you’ve been in here six hours. With no break. You’re gonna make yourself sick, doll.” Bucky told you, eyes shining with concern.

“I’ve done it before.” You shrugged. “It’s not that big a deal.”

“It’s a big deal to me. To us. You’re going to hurt yourself.” Bucky said, taking two steps forward. “Can I ask what’s eating at ya?”

“I had a bad session.” You admitted after a minute.

“Did your therapist say something?” Bucky asked. “Did he do something? Because he won’t get away with-”

“No, Buck, he didn’t do anything.” You hurriedly told him. “It’s just something he said.” You told him, looking down.

“Doll, can you tell me what he said?”

“He said, that in a few months I should be able to take SHIELD job like Nat’s.” You said. “But I don’t want that. I don’t want to go back being an assassin and following. I can’t do it anymore, Bucky.”

“Doll, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.” Bucky said, moving forward until he was kneeling towards you. “You don’t have to join SHIELD and be Nat. You don’t have to.”

“But that’s what he expects.” You protested weakly.

“It doesn’t matter what he thinks.” Bucky told you. “Can I touch you?” Bucky asked, raising a hand in front of you. Swallowing thickly, you nodded, and Bucky placed his hand slowly over your heart.

Your hand snapped up and loosely held onto his wrist.

“No-one is going to force you to do anything you don’t want to. If you want to do nothing and stay home, you can. If you want to dance, you can. The only person in charge of your future is you.” Bucky told you, brushing a strand of hair off your face.

“You’re sure?”

“100%.” Bucky smiled. “We’re watching movies upstairs, do you want to come join? You don’t have to if you don’t want to.” Bucky offered, rising and offering you his hand.

“I’d, I’d like that.” You smiled, taking his hand in yours.

“You looked beautiful, sweetheart.” Tony complimented, pulling you into an embrace.

“You really did. No-one else came close.” Steve said, hugging you after Tony.

It had been two years since Natasha had brought you to the Tower. To your soulmates.It had taken you a while but you’d managed to overcome your past and navigate in relationship with the men.

You didn’t become a SHIELD agent, a decision all three of your soulmates supported, instead you pursued dance. The New York Ballet Company had swooped you up and you were dancing every day.

“You looked ethereal.” Bucky commented, handing you a bouquet and kissing you gently.

“You’re all too sweet.” You blushed, clutching the flowers close.

“You love it.” Tony said as Bucky took his hand and Steve threw his arm around your shoulders.

“No. I love you.” You said as the four of you made your way home.

And you did. You really, truly, did.

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horrorstreet · 5 years ago

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Soulmates Surprise

Request: BRAHMS ,,, i need ,., stinky wall boy thirst or ill combust please im begging you

Request sent in by: Anon

Summary: In a world where soulmates injuries appear on the others skin, you feel the pain of Brahms burn at a young age and live your life the best you can. When you get a nanny job at the Heelshire mansion, things take an unexpected turn and Brahms gets the biggest surprise of his life.

Brahms x reader

Warnings: Angst, burns, scars, blood, bullying.

Quick Note!: I had this sitting here for the longest time and didn’t feel great about it but I tried to make it better. So so so so so sorry for the wait. I hope you enjoy!

Almost everyone is born with a soulmate. Some are born without that special connection to someone their souls are tied to. While most would say that it was a curse to not find the person who would bring you happiness, some would call it a blessing. It happened not too long ago that people began to receive soulmates and no one knew where this strange change was coming from. Scientists still scramble for a reason for what caused the strange connection that tethers two people together and it has yet to be discovered, remaining a mystery to all. In this world, when one is connected with a soulmate, any injury that their partner receives will appear on their soulmate's body and the pain carries along with it and there is no finding to prove a way to prevent this. On the bright side, when one finds their soulmate, all of those injuries and the pain that comes along with it disappear. Almost as if time erases the marks it has made on that person leaving them spotless.

You were born in perfect health, a happy baby, and your parents thought you were just precious. All was well and your parents were convinced you would live a happy and safe life up until your 8th birthday. You had been enjoying our 8th birthday, happy to be growing up and getting presents and eating cake when it took a turn for the worst. Little did you know that it would be the last day of your “normal” life. It wasn't long after you turned 8 that something felt strange to you. You were playing in your room with all of your new gifts and toys when you suddenly felt suffocated. The air you inhaled felt thick and you began to cough. You had dropped everything you were holding to the floor, bringing your hands up to your neck and started coughing harder and harder trying to breath in the perfectly clean air around you. You parents ran into your room hearing your struggle and tried patting you on the back, not aware of what was going on. Your coughing started to mix with horrifying screams as you felt a serious burning cover your neck. It was the worst pain you had experienced so far in your life and the day your parents feared had finally come. Your hands desperately clawed at your own face, peeling off the skin which was seemingly melting away around your right eye while your parents tried to stop you from doing any further damage but it was too far gone to save any skin now.

After the first wave of pain hit you, your parents rushed you to the hospital as fast as they could, not caring for anything else going on around them. It was common for a hospital to be full, soulmate injuries happening all the time. It was actually the most common place to meet your other half but this was not your case at all and wouldn't be for a very long time. Doctors and nurses rushed you into the emergency room, alerting the workers of what had happened to you and successfully catching the attention of everyone around you including waiting patients. When others around you had seen your melted face, many vomited right then and there while others shied away from the sight, close to adding to the mess of puke already on the floor. The nurses' faces went pale as they looked over your injury and you began screaming again, feeling a horrible pressure press up against your burn. Your soulmate must be trying to fix their own burn on their own because the pressure felt a lot like a small hand pressed up against the side of your face, making the burning sensation even worse. The nurses' eyes dripped with tears from the sight of the terribly injured child before them but quickly collected themselves like they were taught to and knew that they had to get themselves under control for your sake and to make you feel better and heal as fast as you could. You cried out for your parents as you were taken away by a doctor and her nurses around her. “Everything is going to be ok.” They promised you. “It will all be better soon.” But the scar the incident left behind would only bring you more pain than you ever would have expected.

Upon waking up, you were unable to see out of your right eye and began to panic. “Mommy! Daddy! … Mommy!!” You screamed out, thrashing around in your hospital bed. Nurses quickly rushed into the room and held you down to prevent you from messing with your face for a second time, worrying that they were too late. Another ran in and stopped when she saw the heartbreaking scene and slowly walked over to you. “My dear, you are going to have to calm down. You are hurting yourself.” She instructed, taking your small hand in hers. “Mommy?” You hiccuped, your face wet with tears. “No, darling. They will be back soon.” She told you, giving you a sad smile. You took a small shaky breath, tears still falling down your face and nodded to her, curling your small hand into a fist in her hold, slowly pulling away. “Why can’t I see?” You whimpered, reaching a hand up to touch whatever was keeping you from seeing. “No,no! Don’t touch it! You have a wrap over your face to help you get better ok? You won’t be able to see for awhile.” She explained. “Oh…” Was all you could think to say and laid back down with your face pointed at the ceiling. A few of the nurses left your hospital room while others stayed to check your vitals which did startle you. Who were these people and where were your parents? All you wanted was your parents.

It wasn’t until the next day did your wish come true. Your parents rushed into your room to see you and your mother crumbled into your father's side in tears. You recognize your father standing in the door and reached out for him. “Hello, princess …” He smiled at you, taking your hand. “Daddy!” You giggled, wincing at the sharp pain that shot through the injured half of your face. “Yes, hello! How are you feeling?” He asked you, gently brushing your hair out of your face. Your mother cleaned the tears off of her face and smiled at you, taking your other hand. “I can’t see.” You told them, looking over at your mother. “What?” You mom asked, her face dropping. “My eye is covered. They said it was going to make me feel better!” You happily explained to her with the part of your smile that wasn't covered. “Oh… dear, you frightened me …” She sighed, a hand resting on her chest. “I'm sorry, mommy.” You apologized, squeezing her hand. “Oh! Dear, no! You are perfectly fine!” She chuckled, running her thumb over your hand. Your smile returned to your face after hearing your mother's words and you told them about all of the nice nurses that had been helping you while they were gone. They were pleased to hear about how well things went and made sure to thank all nurses and doctors that helped their daughter recover. You went home with the bandage still on your face which meant you would need your parents help getting around and taking care of the injury but you weren't complaining.

Your parents loving looks towards you never changed unlike those around you. As you healed, you were able to remove your bandage from off of your eye and you were absolutely happy to be able to see everything from your right eye again. Your skin felt like it was tugging at the side of your face and everything felt so rough to you. The first time you looked into the mirror after the incident, you almost didn’t recognize the reflection staring back at you. Your hair was untouched and so was your eye but the skin on the right half of your face was red and scarred and you feared yourself for the longest time. Your parents explained to you that nothing had changed about you as a person, your face just healed the best it could and tried its best to return to its original look. They made you feel proud of your appearance and body but others did the opposite.

“Ew! What happened to your face!” They would point and laugh and grimace and when you tried to tell them what your parents had told you, they completely broke you apart. Unfortunately for them, you weren’t one to take insults like that. You shot back 10 times harder and let your young voice be heard. It happened all the time but you had already accepted yourself and what had happened so any negative comments people would throw your way would do absolutely nothing to you and only made you feel more and more confident in yourself. “They don’t know what it’s like and that’s ok. I am beautiful.” You encourage yourself with your head held high.

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“Good luck and we love you.” Your mother sniffled. “Please, don’t cry, mother! I will be back soon. I will visit as much as I can.” You told her, taking her hands. “I know, I know. But you’re just so far away.” She wiped her tears away, reminding you of that day in the hospital. “You stay out of trouble, now.” Your father smiled, bringing you into a hug. “I can’t promise anything.” You chuckled. Your father shook his head and let you go and you took a deep breath. “Bye mom … dad.” You waved, trying your hardest not to cry. “Goodbye, dear. We love you.” Your mom waved back, standing at her husband's side. “I love you guys more. Goodbye.” Your mom shook her head and continued to wave as the car you got in drove off down the road, the figure of your parents getting smaller and smaller.

When you were too far to see them anymore, you moved out of the window and sat down. “Quite the goodbye.” The driver said, looking at you through the mirror. “The hardest.” You replied, looking down at your bag. It was silent for a while till the driver spoke up but not without hesitation. “I know this may be rude …. But I was wondering what is on your face?” He asked, glancing at you through the mirror every other second, most likely examining your mask. You were silent, thinking of how to answer his question this time around when he spoke up. “I'm sorry… I shouldn’t have asked …” He apologized, scratching his stubble covered chin. “No, no. It’s ok. Uhm, when I was younger, I got a pretty nasty burn. It bothered people a lot so I figured I would wear a mask. Makes it easier for me and them.” You told him, reaching under your mask to itch your scars which he noticed. “Is it uncomfortable?” He asked again, not bothering to look back at you again. “Yeah,” You sighed. “It gets on my nerves a lot.” You said to him, pulling your mask back into place. “You don’t have to wear it here. I'm not one to judge.” He smiled. “Are you sure?” You asked, reaching up to take the mask off. He nodded his head and looked back at the road to focus on driving and you thanked him. You smiled and removed the mask from your face, undoing the straps and putting it in your bag.

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“Here we are. You sure you don’t want me to drive you all the way up there?” He asked, turning around to look at you, not flinching away at your scar covered face at all. “I'm alright. Thank you so much. You really do have a kind soul, sir.” You said while pulling your bags out of the car. “Well, thank you too. And hey, as much as people might get in your hair because of the way you look, you keep moving forward. You're a strong kid. I can tell.” You nodded at him and waved goodbye as he drove off back to the main road. You walked through the large open gates and up the gravel path to the large house that awaited you.

“Uhm …”

Knock

You hit the door with your knuckles and waited for someone to open the door. You jumped out of your skin when you heard the door open, its old hinges screeching against each other. “Hello?” You called out, walking through the door. “My name is (y/n). I'm the nanny?” You raised a brow and set your things down on the couch by the door and looked around. You wandered around the house, peeking into every room to get a feel for the place when you stumbled across a neat, typed out sheet of rules that sat right next to a porcelain doll. “Brahms?” You picked the doll up and held it out in front of you, really questioning if this is what you came all this way for. “Oh my god. What did I just get myself into.” You mumbled to yourself. “Ms (L/n) I presume?” A voice greeted from behind you. You gasped and carefully laid the doll down on its side to turn around. An older lady stood at the bedroom door with a smile on her face, waiting for your reply. “Mrs. Heelshire. I am so, so sorry. The door just opened … on its own? So I walked in but no one was there.” You explained to her in a flustered manner. “No worries, it must have been Brahms that opened the door. I'm surprised he did that.” She gestured to the doll. You gave out a few laughs before looking at her face and realizing she was serious. You cleared your throat and looked down at your feet and back up to her. “I am glad you have already had the chance to meet and hold Brahms. He really does seem to like you.” Mrs. Heelshire shrugged. “Oh, yes. He is a very lovely boy.” You nodded which made her smile. “I'm glad to hear that. Me and my husband are leaving tonight so I figured I would explain everything to you before we left.” Mrs. Heelshire said while walking over to the doll and picking it up off of its side to sit it back up.

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“Goodbye.” You closed the door behind the two and let out a long breath. “Oh my god. Oh my god. What the hell.” You panicked, looking around the large house. You were about to enter the kitchen when you heard a door slam shut, making you yelp. “Hello! Who’s there!” You shouted out, grabbing a large knife to protect yourself with. Another door slammed shut behind you making you scream and run up to your room with the knife held tightly in your right hand. “Brahms! If this is you!” You shakily called out to the boy. “Play with me.” A young boy's voice called out to you. The adrenaline racing throughout your body made your heart pump and brought tears to your eyes. “Ok. I'm coming.” You took a deep breath and put the knife down, making the decision to play it safe in case there were to be an actual child running around the long halls of the large mansion. You walked into Brahms’s bedroom and slowly walked over to the doll sitting on the bed. You looked around to see if there was an actual child hiding somewhere nearby but when you found nothing, you quickly looked back over to the doll. “You wanna play?” You asked the doll, picking it up and resting it on your hip. “Well, that isn’t on the list, so.” You scolded him, picking the paper up off the covers and reading over it.

You started with his lessons, sitting him by you while you struggled to play the piano. After about an hour of that, you picked Brahms up and carried him to a large chair that you pulled in front of your own seat. You picked up a poem book and began to read to him loud and clear for as long as needed and played his music. You walked around the house with Brahms to clean the place up, dusting, wiping things down, sweeping and mopping everything you could while swaying to the sound of the song playing in the background. When the music stopped, you left Brahms to put everything away. When you came back, Brahms was no longer sitting where he once was and you felt your heart pounding in your chest. “Brahms?” You yelled, quickly walking all throughout the house trying to find where he went off too. “I'm sorry. I forgot about the rule to never leave you alone.” You apologized to him once you found him looking out the glass doors that lead to a balcony on the top floor. You picked him up and looked outside at the green trees surrounding the place. It was warm enough that you wouldn’t want to layer up during the daytime so you figured it would be nice to take him to the balcony.

Lifting the latch to the door, you pulled them open to let in the fresh outside air. “Nice, isn’t it.” You smiled walking forward to lean on the railing with Brahms still in your arms but you weren't expecting the railing underneath you to be so weak and crumble apart when you put your weight on it and you fell forward. The broken stone stabbed into your stomach as you fell down to the ground, trying to curl your body to keep Brahms safe but you were too late in catching yourself and began to fall off of the balcony. You let out a very loud scream as you fell off the platform, throwing Brahms behind you so he didn’t fall down with you. You had thought that you had met your end until you felt a large hand grip the back of your shirt and prevent you from falling all the way to the ground from the top floor. The person behind you grabbed your leg and pulled you back onto the balcony, hugging you close. You were about to scream out for the stranger to let you go but felt a warm feeling flow throughout your body. Your burns marks began to disappear and the scratches and stab wound closed up and the dark blood that stained your clothing was the only proof left that it had actually happened.

Brahms felt the change as well and let you go so he could back away to reach his hand under his mask to feel his face. It felt smooth under his touch for once and he was startled. What have you done? Where were his scars? He snapped his head up to look at you and you quickly stood up to run off. You didn’t catch him speed off until he was already through the doors, the doll in his hand. “Wait! Hold on!” You called after him, quickly getting up and pulling your mask off of your face to let it fall to the ground. You had abandoned it with the broken stones that made up the railing of the balcony and left the doors open as well. You sprinted after him, catching his sleeve in the process and pulled as hard as you could. Brahms stumbled back and wrapped his hand around your neck, lifting you up before slamming you into the ground. Your head collided with the hardwood floor of the house leaving you dizzy and causing Brahms to feel the same. He loosened his grip on your throat and waited for the throbbing in the back of his head to stop before looking back at you. When he felt his airway closing up as he held his large hand down on your throat, it finally hit him. “Soulmate.” A deeper voice whispered. His hand lifted off of your neck allowing you to take a deep breath of air and pulled you back into his lap.

The doll was discarded by a decorative chair by the both of you and his new free hand came over to wrap itself around your body. He held you as close as he could, his mask getting in the way of him pressing his face into your hair. He removed his mask without a second thought and nuzzled his face into your neck. He had never felt this type of calm before. It was new to him and it made his heart beat fast and his skin tingle. You tried moving away from the man holding you but his grip on you only got tighter. He found his other half and there was no way he was letting you go now. “You’re my soulmate.” You whispered, trying to comprehend everything that was happening. You closed your eyes and leaned back into Brahms chest and felt a feeling that you had never felt before.

Love

You felt at home in his arms. You didn’t care if it was in the snow, in the heat, or in the dirt. Wherever he was, was where your home would be. He felt the need to be closer to you than possible and just held you there, enjoying the time he was sharing with you. “(Y/n)...” The low voice spoke just above a whisper. Hearing him speak made you want to cry a river of tears of joy. His voice was like a sweet melody in your ears, so soft and soothing and you could listen to it all day long. You could listen to it for the rest of your life.

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tekkai · 5 years ago

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🅿 Here's your official pass to gush about headcanons for CP-9 (ft. your insert as well if you want)! Go wild!

Thank you Anon I love you for asking. I wasn’t able to go in depth for everyone so I focussed on the few my S/I is closest with. ;^;

Lucci

Lucci is an impossibly light sleeper and grows irritable due to his disrupted sleep schedule. He’s seldom able to sleep soundly through the night and attempts to recover by napping throughout the day.

With the extremely specific and conscious exception of chicken, he is offended if you try to serve him any kind of fowl/poultry. He has a strong preference towards ‘red’ meats such as beef, lamb, and even game such as venison.

Obsession by Calvin Klein, or the closest in-universe alternative. In addition to bathing in Civetone, he carries the scent of brandy and sawdust.

Hattori is more than a mascot, he is Lucci’s service animal. Most of his task serve to mitigate Lucci’s psychological needs. Among other tasks, ventriloquism is part of his work, as it allows Lucci to interact with new people in a roundabout way. Hattori can also ‘sweep’ rooms, alerting him to be certain a space is empty and easing his hypervigilance. Disrupting night terrors and providing sensory stimuli when his feeling overloaded.

In canon we know they’ve been a team for at least 24 years. I would like to believe they’ve been together longer, prior to his arrival. I’ve thought a lot about a possible backstory for him, but we’ve been given so little in canon for me to work with it’s purely speculation.

His father had been a no-name pirate. He left shortly after conception and the two never had any kind of relationship save for their genetics. Ironically he’d be killed by his son later in life.

His mother was a lesser noble with a daughter from a previous marriage. As a baby he was close to his-sister,but he was so young when they died their memories are distorted. He blames the death of his family on the cowdarce of their appointed guard when their city was besieged. This is the root of his philosophy.

Racing pigeons were an important culturally and Hattori is a descendant from his mother’s line of birds.

Lucci is nearly legally blind. He is completely dependent on his contacts to get through the day. Caught without them however, not many people would be able to tell how much he struggles. He’s practiced in hiding his vulnerabilities and can get by without assistance by leveraging his other instincts, but he does struggle. The fact that his eye color changes significantly every time he appears is due to his colored lenses.

Lucci was given the epithet of Massacre Weapon and conditioned to see himself as a tool. He holds himself to an impossible standard and values his worth based solely on his objective usefulness.

He would never admit it to anyone, but he identifies with the local stray cats. Wherever he locates he makes a point to feed and look after the ferals in the area. He’s absolutely blown his cover once or twice confronting anyone stupid enough to harass a colony he’d been overlooking.

Lucci honestly believes he’s working towards a more peaceful world. He does have a ravenous bloodlust, but if that was his only need, he’s strong enough to go rogue. Lucci does not need his license to kill. The only reason he’s remained complaint to the WG’s needs is because they align with his own vision.

Kaku

Kaku and Usopp both originated in the East Blue, have a natural affinity for working ships and are canonically mistaken for one another. I’m not about to claim a direct relation but I don’t think distant cousins would be out of the question or improbable. Kaku was an orphan taken in by WG and underwent intense programing to model him into the agent he is today. It would be reasonable to assume any record of his life before the government got a hold of him would be purged. I don’t think it’ll ever be a plot point but I just like this theory.

Kaku may be the next young prodigy of the group, but he is also the designated baby/baby brother. As an unit it’s just universally accepted that he get’s a ‘pass’, especially in regards to Lucci.

Ussop was able to antagonize Lucci twice after the the Leopard Man had brutalized others for less. It’s a subconscious reaction adn Lucci probably doesn’t even realize why his first instinct wasn’t to kill this pirate the moment he drew his weapon.

He’s an effective agent but he get’s emotionally attached to places and people. Unlike Lucci who finds ideological satisfaction in his work, Kaku is loyal to CP9 due to his relationship with his colleagues. For this reason he’s a more efficient spy.

Kaku has an aversion to alcohol. He’ll drink socially but only if it’s pushed on him.

An avid outdoorsmen. Kaku would spend everyday in the wilderness if he could get away with it. He has a secret cabin he escapes to and uses to decompress after an excessively stressful mision.

Horses love him. Every since he was a child he’s been a natural with horses and no one can figure out why. They just instinctively adore him.

Jabra

Incredibly sensitive to chemical scents. He refuses to enter the laboratory for this very reason.

I’ve touched on Zoan’s influencing their users in regards to Lucci before, and Jabra is no exception. Unlike Lucci however he’s happy to lean into his instincts and takes great pride in being a wolf.

Makes really terrible dog puns.

He prideful and arrogantly confident, but once his audience has left he’s painfully lonely. He craves a ‘pack’ and is hopeless romantic at heart. Has bounced from one failed relationship to another near constantly.

He cares deeply about his fellow agents and views them as a kind of family.

He’s the first to throw insult or a playful jab, but the moment something is wrong he can tell. Jabra can be a jerk but he’s the best person to talk to if someone needs to vent or be comforted by.

Claims it’s nonsense but he’s extremely superstitious. If Kalifa makes a comment about the stars aligning he makes note.

Angel’s self proclaimed older brother.

He’s competitive to a fault. It doesn’t matter what the challenge is he needs to be the best.

Found his Rooster as an abandoned chick and has been raising it ever since. He’s a proud father and carries photos of the bird when it can’t accompany him specifically so he can show his son off. This tactic has never once worked while he was trying to flirt with someone.

Kalifa

She’s mildly allergic to animal fur. It’s nothing significant but she’s forced to carry allergy pills when she’s working with her Zoan colleagues. Her new abilities, however, have been a godsend in keeping the annoying fur at bay.

More so than any of the other agents she struggles with feeling ‘good enough’. Having been born into her role she feels an immense pressure to live up to the expectation that were set for her.

Her mother was also a government agent at one point.

Collects ‘lamb’ themed objects. She doesn’t love having to be around actual farm animals (and despises Jabra’s rooster) but she finds the artistic representations of lambs aesthetically pleasing.

Is secretly really into astrology. She’s complied full birth charts on her co-workers using what little information is available and reasonable estimating the unknowns.

She is extensively musical trained and is by far the most talented agent in that regard.

Angel

Not a Ciphor Pol agent. Not a government agent. Not even a marine. But since you were kind enough to include her, she’ll get a guest feature.

Angel was blessed with a powerful fruit but cursed with the lack of willpower to use it properly.

She can be friendly but it takes a long time before she can fully trust someone.

Used the name Lucifer before settling down and trying to start a new life for herself.

She descended from the upper vearths and is confused when people down here talk about religion. To her “God” is an epithet you can earn and a position of power in the sky islands. She’d interacted with Enel and caught wind that he’d ascended and is thoroughly confused every time someone makes an offhand religious comment or sees an act of devotion, ‘cause god is kind of prick?’. She’s never commented on her confusion. When her wedding was planned to take place in a chapel she was horrified for reasons that weren’t clear to anyone else present.

Since that was the only part she had an objection to the planner in charge caved and re-scheduled the event to an outdoor venue.

Terribly pyrophobic. Ironically the devil is not okay around an open flame.

#Anonymous #Speak of the Devil: And They'll Answer #Furry Husband #Paw Patrol 🐾#Mountain Wind #Temp: Kalifa Tag #The Devil Walks Among Us #f/o #self shipping community #I've been hesitant to post because I think it's obvious where I'm projecting but we'll see #This Ship is a Galleon #🔥: Satanic Scriptures

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vantaestummy · 5 years ago

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Chocolate Chip Pancakes

A/N: thank you to the amazing anon that contributed some of their lovely ideas that i included in this fic! much love to you all! happy new year!!!! ✨🎆💘🎊🎉

TW/// emeto, mpreg

Taehyung giggles as his three year old makes to grab the tray of pancakes and orange juice.

“Uh uh baby, I’ll carry the food. Why don’t you come with me though, so you can wish Papa and your baby brother a good morning?”

“Yes!” Little Taesong exclaims with excitement, so thrilled to spend another day with his Papa and baby brother. Yesterday, he and his parents spent the Saturday watching movies and eating all kinds of great food. Both of his parents have also expressed to him, that he is soon to be a big brother, and that he must be a good influence, and take care of the younger with all his might. He can’t wait to make his parents proud.

But sometimes Papa doesn’t feel well, and his stomach is a little bigger than usual, so Taesong wonders if it has something to do with him being a big brother. He just hopes that today is not one of those days, where Papa isn’t feeling good enough to play with him.

The little one follows his father into the bedroom in which his other father lies, buried under the covers and sleeping soundly, or so he thought.

But Papa looks very tired, and not at all asleep. Yes, his eyes may be closed, but they are screwed so tightly that it feels forced. He is also hissing through his teeth so, Taesong knows that his Papa is awake.

“Good mo’ning Papa!”

Still, his Papa smiles softly, even if the smile is wound with pain.

“Good morning baby.”

Taehyung raises a brow, setting the tray onto the bedside table and moving to sit beside his husband with caution.

“Hyung, you okay? I know you’ve been craving sweets since last night so, we made you pancakes. But if you’re not feeling up to it, we can hold off on these.” Taehyung encourages in a whisper, a soft hand on the swell of his Yoongi’s belly, the other, sweeping his husband’s hair back so that he can kiss his warm forehead.

Yoongi gulps, looking to Taesong who, is clearly troubled, a worrisome glint in his eyes. Yoongi flexes a soft smile.

“Papa is okay baby. Don’t worry about me, okay?”

Taesong pouts, not believing a word that his Papa says. Taehyung chuckles at the adorable, pinched expression that his son holds, before turning back to Yoongi.

“What hurts?”

Yoongi bites his lip. “I just feel really nauseous Tae. I would try to eat but I just know it’ll come back up.” He responds quietly. Taehyung nods quickly before turning to their three year old, ruffling his hair.

“Baby, can you be a big boy please and get your Papa and I some napkins?”

Taesong of course nods, the biggest grin on his face as he jumps at the opportunity to help whenever he can. Taehyung beams with pride as he looks back to his ailing husband, the other’s head buried in his hands.

Yoongi groans into his palms. “I’m so sorry. I don’t want him to be upset. I just can’t eat right now. Even the smell is making me want to vomit.”

Taehyung clocks that with ease and moves the tray far, far away from the bed. He also gets a trash can to place at the head of the bed, just in case.

“Don’t worry about that. Just try to breathe for me, okay? You’ll be fine in a little while.”

Yoongi does as his husband instructs, breathing in through his nose and out through his mouth, as deeply as he can to calm the nauseous coiling of his pregnant belly. Unfortunately, he catches a whiff of the breakfast in the room and his body lurches with a harsh gag.

Taehyung lifts up the trash can as he pulls back at Yoongi’s fringe. “Don’t push too hard love. Try to relax, I know it’s hard.”

Yoongi braces himself against Taehyung’s knee as his shoulders roll, another gag forcing a trickle of stomach acid and saliva to coat the bottom of the trash.

Taesong takes this moment to come back with a large handful of napkins, his eyes blown wide with fear, and tears.

“Dada! What’s wron’?”

Taehyung sighs as he pats the side of the bed. helping his baby to climb up and cupping his cheek.

“Remember how we told you that you’re gonna be a big brother soon Tae?”

The boy nods, excited at the prospect but, still wracked with nerves at how pained his Papa looks.

“Well,” Taehyung continues, “I’m sure you’ve also noticed that Papa’s stomach is bigger, right? That’s because your baby brother is growing in there, and sometimes, in order to grow like he’s supposed to, Papa gets a little sick. He’s okay, but sometimes he doesn’t feel well, don’t worry though. It’s normal, if not, a good thing. Okay?”

Taesong can’t believe what he’s hearing. He doesn’t fully understand what his father is saying. All he knows is that his new baby brother is stopping his Papa from enjoying the delicious pancakes that he worked so hard to make! Not to mention, he hates how ill his Papa looks. He doesn’t deserve this.

Taesong frowns as tears gather in his eyes. “Bad baby!!! Let Papa eat!!!” He shouts, causing Taehyung to gasp comically, not expecting the outburst. He truly wants to laugh but, he is alerted by a sudden heave that adds weight to the trash can in his other hand.

Taehyung rubs Yoongi’s back, the pregnant male lurching with a grated retch that sends a thick wave of bile into the bucket. Taesong starts to cry.

“He’s hurting Papa!!! I hate my brother!!!”

Taehyung groans, feeling way too overwhelmed with the vomiting as well as his panicked son.

“Don’t say that baby. It’s not his fault.”

Yoongi coughs, vomit sputtering from his lips and into the trash. He gags a few more times, with each jump of his stomach, comes more mouthfuls of bile. Taesong’s sobs become louder. Thankfully, Yoongi’s stomach gives him enough of a break so that Taehyung can carry the screaming child out the door. Yoongi’s newfound retches can be heard even from out the room, and Taehyung knows that he needs to get back there as soon as possible. He sets Taesong on the living room couch, a stern look in his eyes.

“Baby, I need you to be brave for me, okay? Papa isn’t feeling well and I need to take care of him. I also need you to help me, can you do that for me?”

Taesong sniffles, his nose red and his big bright eyes, ones that are carbon copies of his own, swimming in unshed tears. The sight breaks Taehyung’s heart, but there’s no point in giving his son this speech if he can’t even follow his own words.

“H-How, how c-can I help Dada?”

Taehyung chuckles before wiping away at the baby’s tears and kissing his son’s head.

“I need you to smile for me, okay? I need you to calm down, and smile, okay? Your Papa being sick is protecting the baby, and I know it doesn’t make sense right now, but if you cry, then your Papa will be sad too, and he already doesn’t feel well. Can you be brave for me?”

The last thing Taesong wants is for his Papa to be sick and sad.

“O’tay.” He nods, and his father’s smile makes him want to be an even better big brother.

“That’s my little tiger. Why don’t you play with your anpanman, okay? I’m gonna check on your Papa. He might be feeling better now.” Taehyung kisses Taesong’s head one last time before returning to the bedroom to find Yoongi blowing his nose with the napkins that their son brought. His eyes are also wet but, Taehyung can’t tell if that’s from the vomiting, or if he’s actually crying.

“What’s wrong love? Are you crying?”

Yoongi chuckles bitterly, sniffling as he wipes at his eyes with the sleeves of his night robe.

“Tae hates his little brother and he’s not even born yet.” Yoongi murmurs, his lips pouted as he eyes the bin of puke. Taehyung intercepts his gaze.

“Don’t look. You might get sick again. Do you think you’re done baby?”

Yoongi thinks on it for a second before nodding, his throat burning from the constant heaves as he rubs at his stomach. Taehyung moves the bin so that it’s out of his husband’s sight. He cups Yoongi’s cheek.

“You know he doesn’t mean that. He just doesn’t like seeing you in pain. I don’t either to be honest. Are you sure you’re okay? Do we need to make an appointment to see a doctor?”

Yoongi shakes his head slowly. “I’m okay Taehyung, I promise. My morning sickness is finally that, morning sickness. Remember when I was pregnant with Tae?”

Taehyung sighs with a small smile, remembering how awful Yoongi’s morning sickness was when he was pregnant with their first. He would barely be able to make it to the bathroom before he was spewing his guts, mornings, afternoons, and evenings. It was horrifying. It got so bad that Yoongi had to spend a few nights at the hospital, just to make sure that everything was alright with the baby. Thankfully, their second baby isn’t so bad.

“He’s gonna love little Yeonjun, I just know it. And if this is anything like when you were pregnant with Tae, then you won’t be getting sick like this in a month or so.”

Yoongi closes his eyes, leaning against the headboard, the tears drying on his even chubbier cheeks. Pregnancy suits him, Taehyung thinks, because his cheeks get rounder and more squishable. Makes Taehyung just want to kiss them. So he does, making Yoongi shove him away halfheartedly with a small giggle.

“I’m sorry if I ruined our breakfast plans.” Yoongi says with another sniffle, his hand draping down his husband’s chest as he finds the other man’s hands, intertwining their fingers. Taehyung wipes at his tears.

“I’ll forgive you if you stop crying. I hate seeing you cry.” Taehyung kisses Yoongi’s knuckles as well as his palm, his husband blushing profusely. “How are you feeling now? Can you stomach a piece of fruit maybe? I want you to eat something.”

Yoongi nods slowly, humming in agreement as Taesong comes back with tearful eyes.

Even so, the boy is smiling, just like his father asked him to.

“P-Papa, are you o’tay?”

Yoongi giggles. “Yes baby, I’m okay. Come up here and hug your Papa. I didn’t get my morning cuddles and now I’m sad.”

Taesong almost cries, tears of joy this time, as Taehyung hoists him up and into the bed so that he can wrap his tiny arms around Yoongi’s swollen middle. Yoongi plays with his hair and Taehyung admires the sight for a short while before standing, grabbing the trash can as well as the tray of beyond soggy pancakes.

He cleans up a bit before cutting up an apple into slices, returning to find his husband and their baby fast asleep in bed. Taehyung sighs, the biggest, boxy smile on his face. Apple slices can wait.

He definitely wants to get in on this morning cuddle session.

#sick!taegi #sick!yoongi #caretaker!taehyung #mpreg #bts vomiting #bts emeto #sick bts #bts sick #bts sickfic #sickfic #bts taegi #emeto #my fic

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lostsoulaltair · 4 years ago

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Spoiler alert, Mika actually isn’t a demon at all. What do I mean? Shikama once stated that there is actually no such thing as demons. This is because they are actually fallen angels. Mika, however is descended/reincarnated from the og Michaela, what Noya described as what vampires should have been. Thus, he is the first specimen and instead of transforming like the others, he is evolving into something more.

The others do not know this as they do not know who Mika is. Noya is either ignorant or lying. The wings are also not meaningless, they are too important in this series to simply be symbolic. Mika had six wings and thus is evolving into a cherub, which is even higher than seraph. But because of Shikama’s influence, his form is somewhat corrupted just like Yuu’s seraph form, leading to some demonic traits.

Well dear anon, I waited for the new chapter to appear to give you a proper answer; as you stated, it is true Shikama stated that demons don't exist.

But, there's an issue. All humans in the story, vampires and the ones trapped within cursed gears ackowledge the term of "demon".

Second. Shikama does not influence Mika. I'd agree if Mika had interacted with him, but I'm afraid that's not the case; it's as if you stated that Yu was influenced on his seraph transformation when it's been stated by the author that it's thanks to his cursed gear that his wings are black and deformed.

Third. The term of "cherub" is not applied by Kagami within the story. If the story mentioned different figures then yes, but it also depends so much on religion. Not all religions involve those terms. And of course, we can't even tell if those wings didn't appear with the other demons from the black series. We got knowledge on how demons are born thanks to Mika.

Fourth. Noya is not an ignorant. Noya has knowledge of certain aspects. With all due respect, read the Catastrophe LNs.

Fifth. Mika is officially a demon. Mika got his horns just like the demons from the black series. The cover of chapter 95 shows that. As for his eyes, it's just a matter of time before they change to red.

Sixth. Mika is not the descendant nor reincarnation of Shikama's son.

I'm sorry anon, but I disagree with your ideas, of course, I by no way, tell you to stop thinking them.

I simply disagree and gave you my views on why I disagree.

As a matter of fact. I remain neutral with characters in post and theories. If the issue is that you don't like the turn of events or mostly how Mika ended up looking, I'm very sorry for that but sadly, that is not my fault.

Thank you anon.

#owari no seraph #seraph of the end #anon post #thank you anon #sorry anon I disagree #sorry anon #reasons why I disagree

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petri808 · 6 years ago

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Will we be seeing anymore Hakona fics from you anytime soon?? 0.0 Love your writing and your Kyoru fics lately!

🥰 thank you anon! I write when I can or when I get inspiration. And I’m really sorry for the late response, it’s been crazy irl, but I whipped this up for you :)

Together As One, Not Alone

Hakyona drabble

Since they would be near the area, Yun asked the group if it would be okay to check on Ik-Soo. Of course it would be, Yona had responded to the question. It had been quite some time since Yun had seen the soothsayer and besides, a short break in a relatively hidden place would be wonderful after all they had been through recently.

As expected, the place was in a total disarray, but even more surprising, Ik-Soo was in good health and spirits too. He almost seemed stronger than they had remembered. But when questioned, he just smiled, saying the Gods have been kind to him and that the future was bright for their Kingdom.

Hak scoffs, how could he be so sure when their enemies still held the throne.

“After a meal,” Ik-Soo smiles, “I will tell you more.” Then he bursts into tears and hugs Yun. “I missed you and your cooking!” Ik-Soo sobs unabashedly as the surprised young man grumbles and everyone chuckles. Stronger yes, but still the same ‘ole Ik-Soo.

A small feast was made with everyone pitching in. Jae-ha, Shin-ah, and Hak secured game and fish. While Yona, Kija, and Zeno find a few edible plants for Yun to cook with. Topped off with some high quality baijiu Jae-ha had managed to secure, it was turning into a very relaxing evening.

With everyone sitting around the hearth full and satiated, Hak brings up the last topic. “So, tell us more,” he sips his drink, “what did the Gods say to make you so happy?”

“It was of a destined tale full off heartache and strife...”

“Sounds miserable...” Hak mumbles and is quickly elbowed by Yona to keep quiet.

“... but also of strength and a perfect love that would guide this Kingdom for another century or more.” Ik-Soo grins. “I knew of much of the events of your lives, but the Gods have finally revealed the entire scheme to me. I cannot tell you everything, but now that you’ve realized your feelings for one another, I can tell you a little more of your tale.”

The rest of the group snickers, but Hak and Yona just sit there bright faced and in shock. How the hell did Ik-Soo know?! It’s a dumb question considering he knows all, but still the young couple were taken aback by it.

Zeno pipes in absolutely giddy. “Please, please tell us more!”

Again, Ik-Soo smiles and calmly continues. “Everyone’s paths are set into motion, a destiny if you will, that even when diverged from for short periods of time, will inevitably resume its course once more.”

He turns to Hak, staring the young man dead in his eyes, “though tragic it was to lose your birth family, it led you into the Wind tribe and Mundok’s care. This in turn led you to Yona,” he smiles at the Princess now, “as a protector, a partner, and eventually as the one who would sit beside her to bring peace to the people of this Kingdom.”

At this point everyone was just completely enamored with what Ik-Soo was telling them. Granted, it wasn’t surprising, except to maybe Hak and Yona who still denied much of their relationship’s reality.

Hak scoffs, destiny? Really? The idea of his life being led by something intangible was hard to fathom for his logic based mind. It’s as if he’s being told he was born to...

“Yes,” Ik-Soo cuts through Hak’s internal monologue. “Son Hak, your path has always been towards the two loves of your life, this Kingdom and the Princess.”

Jae-ha snickers and punches the thunder beasts shoulder. “Time you two get with the program! You love her, she loves you, we’re gonna take back this Kingdom, and everything’s gonna be great!”

“It will be wonderful again...” Zeno rocks his body with his arms weaved around his knees, reminiscing of a long ago time. “I’ve lived long for this moment.”

All throughout the story, Yona had sat quietly. She no longer doubted any of it, but was she really ready for what Ik-Soo was telling her?

“Princess Yona, do you remember when we first met and you felt you needed to figure out who and what you were before you could really do anything for your people? Since then, you have grown so much, have learned so much.” Ik-Soo smiles, “the strength you have now, shows you are ready. And remember you are not alone. They,” he gestures to the others, “are your support. Together as one, not alone, is how you will save this Kingdom...”

Later that evening, after everyone goes to sleep, Hak sneaks away into the surrounding forest to the river. It had been a lot of information to take in, in one night and he needed to think. He didn’t want to believe that this was all some grand plan, but he couldn’t deny how everything really did lead to this moment. Even the pain had a purpose.

He sits down near the waters edge, stretching out his legs and closing his eyes to the moon’s rippling glow. Hak sighs, it had never been his intentions to become a King, only to be Yona’s protector. To love her, even if it had been one-sided, for the rest of his life. Was that really something he was ready for?

A crackle in the brush alerts him. Hak turns to see Yona walking out of the tree line. “Couldn’t sleep either?” She queries with a small smile. He shakes his head and goes back to staring forward, reclined, propping his body up with his arms behind him.

Yona sits down next to Hak and closes her eyes briefly to let the soft white glow bathe her. “Hak, do you... do you think I’m really ready like Ik-Soo said?”

“I’ve always thought you were. But he’s right, you’ve come so far since leaving the castle...” Hak tilts his head, side-eying her with a glint, “You’re no longer that spoiled brat.”

“Oof!” Yona punches his arm. “Yeah, w-well you loved that spoiled brat too!”

Hak leans over and grabs her hand for the second blow, “you’re right, I did.” He narrows his eyes, “But I’ve come to love this stronger Princess even more.”

“Yona...” she breathes out as her cheeks flush, “call me by my name, I-I wanna hear you say my name.”

He moves into a full upright sitting position. “I thought you didn’t want me to forget...”

Her eyes crinkle at the edges as a sweet smile graces her face, “that was then. I know in my heart you’ll never forget my father and who I am. But now, I just want you to see me...” Yona looks down, “as a potential wife. I might not make a good one,” remembering his jokes about her, “but I’d do my best..”

Oh wow, was that still bothering her? Hak runs a hand down his face and laughs, “Yona, you’re the only girl I would ever marry.” He lifts her chin and chuckles, “whether you could do laundry or not. You’re stuck with me.”

“Does this mean I’m your betrothed now?” Yona asks meekly, her face flushing a deeper red. “If we really do get back home... I want you to be the King.”

That word causes Hak to pause again, ‘King,’ how is he really King material? Would he do a good job? His brows furrow in contemplation. He still wasn’t sure of that burden.

But Yona, sensing Hak’s trepidation, grabs his hand. “Stop doubting yourself! Destiny aside, Hak I know you’ll be great! You’re a natural leader, look at how the men on the battle field love you! Even my father...” moisture clouds her vision, “trusted you with his most precious thing. That alone should tell you how important you always were to this Kingdom.”

Hak is taken aback by Yona’s outburst. She really believes in him! He grabs her hand back, “Fine! If I have to stop doubting myself, then so do you! You‘ve become every bit the Queen I knew you could be!”

As they stare each other down, willing each other to just believe, it’s Yona that cracks first. She laughs and leans her forehead against their joined hands. “Hak did you ever think this is where we would end up one day?”

“No,” he mumbles.

Yona looks up, cupping his cheek with a soft smile. “Me neither, but I’m glad we did.”

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thirstyforbishiesimagines · 6 years ago

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Thanks for the request Anon! The ending is a little abrupt, hope you don’t mind! Enjoy~ xx

500 Followers Prompt Event

Lawrence x Reader

Fluff

“Are you my secret admirer, the one that’s been sending me all the flowers and notes?”

Exiting your classroom, you yawn sleepily as you slide the door open.

Damn… I fell asleep.

As expected, a neatly folded note accompanied a gorgeous bouquet of red roses – placed right in front of your room.

You look around, dedicated to catch anyone lurking close by; but to no avail, the hallway lay empty and quiet. You place your new set of gifts with those you had received the day prior. Unfolding the paper, you’re graced with the words – ‘I want you’.

Your cheeks burn crimson as you place the note beside yesterday’s, one that simply read ‘Be mine’. Moving your hands over your face, your flushed skin heats the inside of your palms as you stand frozen in embarrassment.

Walking into the main classroom of 1-C, you begin to feel overwhelmingly self-conscious and completely alert – focused. Your eyes scan the others, hoping to catch any clues to narrow down your suspects.

Who could you be?

Finding nothing out of the ordinary, your eyes fall upon Lawrence – lingering ever so slightly. Admiring his handsome features and the way his honey coloured orbs light up during our meetings; as if he was born to lead. He turns to meet your gaze, smiling warmly as he notices your prolonged stare. Flustered, you look away; focusing on the zombies wandering aimlessly outside the school gates. After a light chuckle, he returns to discussing the days plans and you decide to peek at him one more time.

Please be you…

As night falls, you grab your jacket and place a chair by the entrance of your room; determined to stake out the culprit. Hours pass by and your eyelids begin to feel heavy as the subtle moonlight illuminates the hallway; ultimately lulling you into a peaceful slumber.

Time passes and the winter breeze seeping through the cracks of the windows chill your skin – contrasting the sudden warm, gentle pressure against your forehead. You feel a light material drape over you before hearing faint footsteps in the distance. Desperate to get a glimpse, you try your hardest to wake up; only barely able to spot the dark silhouette as he turns the corner. Unable to stay awake any longer, you allow yourself to give in to your drowsiness – smiling as you recognise the fluffy hood of a certain tall man.

You wake to the comforting warmth of a blanket wrapped securely around your form – smiling shyly as your fingers come up, pressing gently against your forehead as you recall last night’s events. Feeling a slight weight upon your lap, you look down and find another bouquet with a third note.

So, it wasn’t a dream… Thank goodness.

You hastily grab the page, hoping for confirmation to what you saw last night.

‘Wake up and allow me to kiss you properly.’

Blushing profusely, you rush off to find Lawrence – eager to settle your hopeful heart. As you reach his room, you make three clear knocks against the door; however, you’re only met with silence.

Suddenly, a deep and sultry voice whispers right beside your ear, his breath – hot against your skin. “Looking for me?”

Startled – you turn around to find Lawrence standing intimately close behind you, causing the apples of your cheeks to tint a light shade of pink. Not wanting to waste any more time, you decide to jump straight into the question.

“Are you my secret admirer, the one that’s been sending me all the flowers and notes?”

Taken aback – his eyes go wide for a second, before transitioning into an alluring smirk.

“Hmm... So, you’ve figured it out already. You never fail to impress me.”

Reaching out, he grabs strands of the (h/c) hair that had fallen in front of your face; twirling it around his fingers before seductively tucking it behind your ear.

“Looks like I should’ve been more careful last night.” He chuckles softly before caressing your reddened cheeks. “Are you disappointed?”

You shake your head in response, “I’m glad it’s you.”

Satisfied with your answer, Lawrence snakes his arm around your waist – pulling you close so that your body pressed against his. Leaning forward, his lips move against yours. His kiss, full of lust and desire; leaving you breathless before whispering against your lips.

“Good girl. Finally... you’re mine.”

x mod luna

#dangerous fellows #dangerous fellows lawrence #dangerous fellows game #dangerous fellows otome #fluff #500 followers event #500 followers prompt event #dfel #dfel lawrence #lawrence x reader #reader x #character x reader #reader fanfiction #fanfic #dangerous fellows blog #request

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wanna1things · 7 years ago

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Soulmate!Park Woojin

haha i lov him my first born son, my illness friend, my bab

Genre;; fluff + uhh college!au,, soulmate!au, musical...theatre!au??, graduation!au at the end?????? is that a thing really i don’t knoww

Warnings;; mentioning of like an alternative version of park woojin’s dark past,, that damn dark past…. I had to warn you

Pairing;; Park Woojin x reader

Requested;; no ho ho ho i’m writing this so this account doesn’t die ++ this is also kind of for the anon who asked me to make the soulmate thing into a series sorry i never replied lol but im in a park woojin mood so woojin comes next

Soulmate AU Type;; soulmates experience the same illnesses at the same time until they get in a relationship together (?? is that the right way to put it idk) + soulmates are confirmed by a flash of light when you touch for the first time after you start dating

Summary;; Your best friend Woojin is alway sick when you are sick. You brush it off as being because you spend pretty much every second of every day with him, but maybe it’s something more...

Style;; bullet point

Word Count;; 1796

Also in this series;; Daniel | Jihoon | Jinyoung | Minhyun

don’t tell anyone the idea from this came from this amazingly fun fact;; woojin is 2 months and 27 days younger than me AND he got shingles EXACTLY the same time in his lifetime as me; so 2 months and 27 days after me; so he is my illness amigo

you and woojin basically grew up together

from the moment his family moved in next door to you you’ve been best friends

i mean the friendship started in a very… different way

you used to hear him singing and dancing in his backyard

and you sang back at the top of your lungs in a desperate attempt to start a conversation lol

when you were in middle school you two used to write your own little musicals and perform them for your families

they weren’t particularly uhh technical?? but they were adorable and your families loved it

there’s so many embarrassing videos of those musicals dfjshdf

when you and woojin both caught chickenpox at the exact same time and were confined to your homes

both of your parents winked at each other

they had the idea that y’all were soulmates because duh that’s how soulmates work

as middle school and high school went on you both always had colds at the same time, you got appendicitis within days of each other and you both had your tonsils out on consecutive days

you brushed it off as it just being a coincidence because ;; well;; you were together 24/7 of course you’d get sick at the exact same times you basically had the same germs

you both got closer and closer until you were pretty much inseparable, people either assumed you were dating or that you were brother and sister tbh you two always used to say you were twins to fool people lol

nobody ever really fell for it though

in your last year of high school, both you and woojin started to date people

most of your other friends had all found their soulmates and honestly

as much as you loved being with woojin you were pretty sure you both needed to start having a look for your soulmates

every time you saw woojin with his girlfriend, something ached in your heart that you couldn’t put your finger on

you just chalked it up to you being a bit jealous that you couldn’t be around your best friend as much, nothing more

little did you know woojin felt the same whenever he saw you with your boyfriends

he knew exactly what it was though, he’d had a crush on you since like;; lol middle school

maybe even since he heard that terrible singing response

but he thought you obviously didn’t reciprocate this since you wanted to look for your soulmate so he just;; did the same as you

and there was like a one in 7 billion chance that y’all would be soulmates anyway, so he looked for his own

but he’d never keep a girlfriend for too long, either because they noticed how he only had eyes for you or woojin just felt bad leading them on

you two still spent time together though

every week you made time for a movie night and sleepover

you’d just turn up in each other’s houses, basically addressing each other’s parents as mum and dad too

your parents could both see there were some unspoken feelings between you two but they just let you sort it out between yourselves

when you started to apply for colleges you made sure to apply to the same ones, or ones close to each other

both you and woojin wanted to major in music/dance and drama

which everyone thought was adorable because of y’know those musicals

but both of you still tried your hardest to forget that

SPOILER ALERT

you both got accepted on the same course at the same prestigious performing arts college

you stayed best friends the whole way through college, taking the same classes the whole way through

also since you went to college there was some sort of unwritten agreement not to date people?? like you couldn’t explain it but you didn’t really want to search for your soulmate anymore (you don’t NEED to search he right here!!!)

halfway through your course your college did a rendition of romeo and juliet

OF COURSE you and woojin went for romeo and juliet i mean (cliche) OF COURSE you both get it too

aaaaaaaaaaah you both conveniently forgot about the kissing scenes

but being actors who must rise above™ you both just agree to deal with the kiss

UMMMM sike you totally did not deal with the kiss

that night you literally fell over just thinking about kissing woojin

did i forget to mention that since the middle of the last year of high school you realised god

you have a bIG crush on mr park

big is an understatement actually gosh

just the thought of kissing your crush made your heart rush 9999 miles per hour but NO you have to be a mature actor

after your little heart attack session you get to learning the lines

you and woojin are doing not the traditional romeo and juliet but a kind of revamped version, a bit like west side story orrr the romeo and juliet film with leonardo di caprio

basically its modern day and with like gangs and stuff rather than families??

AND IT’S CALLED ROMEO AND JULES YES

and in this woojin is a mafia boss’ son lol

the first time you walk into the rehearsal you see woojin standing at the front of the stage in this fancy ass suit with a silk red shirt under and you almost like;; have a nosebleed

“y/n, are you okay??? you’ve been staring for like the past 3 minutes lol”

you realised you’ve been staring a BIT (a lot) too long and go and join him onstage to rehearse

SKIP to 2 weeks before the performance

it comes the time when you have to;; practice the kissing scene;;

you managed to negotiate with the director that there only be one kissing scene because otherwise your poor heart wouldn’t be able to handle it

as you run through the lines the;; kiss;; is getting;;; closer and closer;;; aaaa

woojin suddenly held your face in his hand like he was cradling something precious

OOOOOF here it comes

“Jules, I am more sure than anything that we were put on this earth to find each other.”

he smiled one of those like really cute smiles he does you know where it shows off his ADORABLE snaggletooth

and then he leaned in and pressed his lips against yours

and you swear to god it was like your heart stopped

as it was going on your brain was basically scrEECHING ok yOU LOVE PARK WOOJIN OHHHH MY GOD

when the scene was over you both wandered back to your rooms with a permanent blush comPLETELY lovestruck

until you both woke up the next morning with throat infections

you stayed in bed until the afternoon when you went to pick up your phone to ring woojin and complain like god this guy got you ill AGAIN

when you see you have an incoming call from woojin

“y/n!!! why did you not tell me you had a throat infection omg you better hope this is gone in 2 weeks because i canNOT perform with my throat like this”

“woojin... i did not have a throat infection before this you dummy it’s your fault i bet its because you decided to stay up playing cooking mama or something until like 5 am yesterday”

“MAYBE I DID BUT THAT’S NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS”

woojin hangs up almost immediately because it’s just hit him

you and him both got sick at the exact same time okay

your parents were right you really were soulmates

SO, he rises out of his bed and brainstorms a confession plan

and he decides that at the end of the performance of romeo and jules he’ll reveal his love lol

luckily you both recover in time to do the show but you don’t have time to rehearse the kissing scene

which you’re really thankful for because you don’t know how much more your heart can take

on the night of the play you both share a hug backstage before going on

and you convince each other not to be anxious

it’s just like one of your musicals from when you were younger

both of your parents are in the audience too

the performance starts and it goes like super well

the dance sections are amazing and woojin’s dancing is so like… beautiful you almost forget your lines lol

the kiss scene actually goes surprisingly well

but halfway through you hear your parents and woojin’s little sister go ‘oo’ and wolf whistle lmaoooo

which makes you both blush and fumble a little bit

in the ending scene where you and woojin die because of a hit put out by the mafia boss

there is a whole ass STANDING OVATION

you and woojin are really shocked but you hold hands and smile widely at each other because like this was your dream since you were kids??

and woojin is just staring at you because god you looked so happy in that moment it was like you were glowing shfdsj boys so lovestruck n WHIPPED

as you go backstage you and woojin are just talking and in total shock about the whole thing

“listen woojin i can’t believe it went down so well like did you hear those cheers?? oh my god!!!”

“haha yeah did you hear both of our parents and my sister when the kiss scene happened i was so embarrassed”

“oh my god woojin why did we even invite them honestly i wanted to go and hide in a whole-”

“y/n will you go out with me?”

“honestly when i heard them i felt like i was going to die - wait what? are you serious?”

you look at woojin and you realise he is like… deadly serious

“well duh i am”

“oh darn okay then yeah uhhhh yeah i’ll go out with you??”

he holds your hand tightly and there’s a sudden like flash of light

and woojin just whispers

“i knew it, i’ve known it for years”

and you smile and lean forward to kiss him because god

are you pleased that your best friend and the person you have loved for years is your soulmate

and of course your parents are pleased because damn that 6th sense was CORRECT

UHH BONUS

when y’all graduate obviously top of the class

you make a wonderful plan

to dig up your dark past together

and at graduation you recreate one of the first musicals you did as kids

it goes down so well and the whole class just cheers and screams and cringes along with the hilariously terrible and childish storyline

and basically it’s the damn cutest thing yes

i take that back YOU TWO are the damn cutest thing

ok im going to sleep now uh enjoy this and i’ll do the other members uhh SOON

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