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ghosty-writes-23 · 1 year ago

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A 'Helping' Hand. - Leon S Kennedy.

!TAGS!: Boyfriend!Leon, Sweet fluff, Morning Cuddles, NSFW Content, Switch!Leon, Body Worship, Praise, Eating Out, Blowjob, Riding, Aftercare.

Pairing: Emo!Boy!Leon + Tattoo!Store!Onwer!Fem!Reader.

Rating: Mature.

Summary: Your sweet boyfriend decides to come and help you at work, but one thing leads to another.

Word Count: 3.9k

Ghosty's Notes: Hi, I’m sorry this post is late, I have been really busy with my course and just finished a 1000-word case study and I’m due to submit a 2200 essay by may and I haven’t even started yet, so I am really sorry I haven’t been updating lately. But I finally posted something, and I plan on posting something short with RE2:R!Leon in a couple of days.

Side note: All the songs mentioned in this one-shot are from 2005 :)

Thank you for all the support, it means alot❤️

-Ghosty❤️

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18+ Content // Minors DO NOT Interact // 18+ Content.

Last night you had received a text from one of your working tattoo artists, that the monthly shipment had arrived at closing time and been brought into the store preventing it from getting stolen, you had sent her a thank you text and told your artist group chat to take the day off, which a few of your younger artists where grateful for because it gave them a chance to catch up on their university studies and you knew some of your other artists had small children as well.

You were happy to give them the day off because it meant that you can restock your tattoo studio in peace because you like things in a certain order.

Hearing the faint tune of Bat Country by Avenged Sevenfold starting to play, sucking in a soft breath you started to stir and felt your boyfriends arm tighten around your waist under the slipknot shirt of his you were wearing, you could hear him softly humming to the song causing you to smile softly even in your sleepy state.

“I have to go in today.” You say as you felt Leon nuzzling into your neck, his snakebite piercing gazing the soft skin of your neck, his nose ring also gently bumping against your neck as well. “5 more minutes.” He deep voice rumbled; his voice was always deeper when he first woke up in the morning.

Reaching over you grabbed your phone and finally turned off your phone alarm before placing it back on your bedside table. “I really have to go.” You playfully argued with him as you knew what the time was, the quicker you got it done the faster you could come home.

“you’re abandoning your boyfriend on his day off work.” Leon pouted as you slipped out from his grasp and comfort of your shared warm bed, you playfully rolled her eyes before she leaned over and gently pushed back his messy dark blonde bed hair and kissed his forehead.

“I’m sorry I’m such a horrible girlfriend.” You say with a playful grin before you moved away and headed to your shared bathroom to do your morning routine.

You brushed your teeth and hair, took your morning medication, standing in the bathroom with a towel wrapped around your freshly cleaned body you did your morning skincare routine, not bothering doing a whole face of makeup, just some concealer, setting powder, mascara, eyeliner and lip balm today since you weren’t seeing clients today and it was too much work in the morning. As you where applying your lip balm you felt Leons arms wrap around your waist.

Looking up at him through the mirror, you could see his messy dark blonde hair was sticking up in all directions, his sweatpants hanging low on his lips, you could see the matching my chemical romance tattoo, it was of the album three cheers for sweet revenge done in the lovers tarot card design, the tattoo was placed on both of your forearms just above your wrists, you had designed the tattoos at Leon’s request.

you could caught a glimpse of Leon’s nose piercing and crooked helix piercing that he pierced himself when you two first started dating, because he wanted to impress you with his piercing ‘skills’ but he ended up at the hospital later that night because his ear swelled up and he was into much pain to drive himself, you always tease him and tell him you count that as your guys first date.

“you didn’t need to get out of bed.” You say applying your lip balm, your eyes were focused on your reflection in the mirror. “I’m come with you.” He says placing a gentle kiss on you neck as he slid his arm around your towel covered waist.

You could see the little tattoos that decorated his arm, some he had before you guys meet and others you had done or covered up. “you don’t have too, it will be boring at the studio today, sleep in today.” You tell him but he shakes his head before he leaned down and softly kisses you.

“Wanna spend time with you.” He says before pulling away as he starts his morning routine of brushing his teeth and then showering, going back into your shared bedroom you decided to wear some leggings, a crop top and Leon’s Metallica hoodie you brought him last year when you went to the concert in your city for your 4-year anniversary.

As you gathered your things you would need for the day Leon came out of the bathroom wearing black ripped skinny jeans and nirvana shirt, his hair had been pushed off his head he looked fully awake now.

“Princess don’t you own your own hoodies.” Leon says with a playful tease that makes you roll your eyes roll slightly. “it’s not your hoodie it’s our hoodie.” You say grinning causing him to roll his eyes as he pulled you into him by your waist.

“you’re lucky your cute.” He mumbles before he kisses you softly the metal rings of his lip piercings pressing into your lips, you kissed him back as you wrapped your arms around his neck and went on your tippy toes.

The kiss was slow and gentle making your body feel all warm and fuzzy, his kisses always left you breathless and wanting more, but when you felt his tongue piercing graze over your bottom lip you knew you needed to pull away.

“later.” You mumble against his lips before pulling away and grabbing your bag, you could see Leon smiling out the corner of your eye as he grabs his phone and anything else he would need for today.

“I’ll drop you off at the tattoo studio, then go and get coffee for the both of us.” Leon tells you as you both walk out of your shared bedroom and downstairs, you grabbed you bag while Leon grabbed his car keys.

He drove an army green jeep that he had for as long as you have known him, it wasn’t that you didn’t have a license you did, but it was cheaper for you letting your boyfriend drive you everywhere.

Once you both where out the front door of your apartment you locked the front door then nuzzled into Leon’s arm as he linked your fingers together in his fingerless gloved hand, then you both headed outside into the cold winter morning.

*Skip Car Ride*

Leon had dropped you off at your studio before he went to your favourite café to get you a hot drink for the cold morning, it always warmed your heart with all the little things your boyfriend does for you, it makes you really appreciate him and want to do the same for him in return.

Unlocking the door to your studio you walked inside and flicked on the lights seeing all the boxes in the front, you knew this was going to take a while but you didn’t mind.

Placing your bag and keys in your tattooing area, you went and turned on the heaters and the stereo so there was some music playing so it wasn’t completely quiet, grabbing your list you went to make sure you had everything you ordered before you started to pack it away, because last time there where a few things missing from your monthly order.

20 minutes into checking everything you heard the front door open and the familiar sound of Leon’s voice as he curses under his breath at the cold weather, as he shook some snow off his hair as he held a tray of hot drinks. You placed your list down and smiled softly walking over to him.

“thank you.” You say as you took the hot drink from the tray, you could smell the chocolate and coffee before you took your first sip, a soft hum leaving your lips. “how is the restock going?” Leon asks as he sips his own drink, he followed you into your tattooing area where most of the boxes were.

“So far we have everything on the list, which is good I just have a couple more boxes to check then I can start packing everything away.” You say as you set your drink down and grabbed your list again.

“why don’t you check those boxes and I’ll start packing things away.” Leon suggests as he came and rested his head on your shoulder, his eyes glancing over the list of items. “I can do it myself, it your day off work.” You say to him slightly stubbornly.

Leon works as a music store manager that sold CD’s, record and music instruments, his boss liked him a lot and let Leon be flexible with his hours, when he wasn’t working at the music store he was helping you out in the tattoo studio, either packing things away or being on the front desk.

“I know but I like to help.” Leon says as he placed a gentle kiss on your shoulder, smiling softly at his small affection, it always warmed your heart when Leon helped you out even if it was with something small. “okay, thank you.” You say giving him a quick kiss on his cheek before he went to start packing things away.

*Sometime Later*

After finally packing all your shipped supplies away correctly, you found yourself pinned against the wall with Leon’s hands holding your wrists above your head as he kissed you sweetly but need, his pierced tongue tangling with yours causing sweet moans to leave your lips. You couldn’t focus on anything else other than the touch of your boyfriends, which was causing your mind to race and your heart to beat out of your chest, feeling him pull away slightly a soft whine left your lips causing him to chuckle slightly.

“Somebody is a little eager.” Leon softly teases you eve when his blue eyes held the look of lust, want, need and desire, you could also see the warmth, affection and love, feeling his thumb and index finger softly grab your chin and pulled your face back to his kissing your slightly swollen and bruised lips, with his free hand he used it to unzip his Metallica hoodie you were wearing.

It slipped off your shoulders and down your arms with ease, falling onto the floor behind you. Breaking the kiss Leon let go of your wrists and tugged off his nirvana shirt and tossed it onto the ground beside him. “somebody’s eagerly.” You playfully tease him back causing a smile on his pierced lips, because you knew you were both as needy as each other in this moment. “only for you princess.” He says slyly as he lifted your crop off your body leaving you in just your bra and leggings.

“such a romantic.” You say with a smile as you bit your bottom lip, you could feel his pierced lips on your neck as he was leaving a soft trail of kisses on your skin, you knew there would be marks left there but at this moment you didn’t care. His kisses trailed from your jawline to your neck, to your shoulder, your collarbones then to your chest to where he started kissing lower as he sunk down on his knees in front of you, placing gentle open mouth kisses on your stomach as his fingers toyed with the waist band of your leggings.

You knew when Leon went down on you it wasn’t for your pleasure but for his own, he could do it for hours if you would let him, he always leaves you overstimulated, trembling and a mess but deep down you love it. Your fingers found there way to his dark blonde hair, it was soft and slightly damp from his shower this morning, he gave you a small grin as he placed a kiss over your slick core over your leggings making a slight blush come onto your cheeks, before he gently tugged them down.

“No panties, dirty girl.” Leon clicks his tongue, but you saw his tongue wet the bottom of his lip, you had decided to not wear panties today because it was more comfortable going commando in some leggings than it was in others, and it wasn’t like you were seeing clients today.

You could hear his tongue piercing hitting the metal of his lip rings as he admired your glistening pussy. Leon leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on your clit, making a soft moan leave your lips before you spread your legs a little to give him better access, he placed one of your legs over his shoulder, his large hand supporting your thigh before his blue eyes meet yours again.

It was almost as if he was asking for permission before he touched you in any intimate way which made your heart race even more, you nodded your head trying to back the smile threatening to fall from your lips, before he dived in and feasted on your soaked core as if he was a starved man and this was his last meal, causing soft moans to leave your lips as you buck your hips slightly.

His tongue lapped at your folds, his eyes were closed in pure bliss as if he was lost in his own little world, you could feel the cool feeling of his tongue piercing jewelry and eve his lip rings grazing your soaked pussy, you could hear him humming and even grunting as he slurped softly. Reaching a hand down you gently pushed his dark blonde hair out of his face, you could see a faint blush on his cheeks as he pulled away slightly breathing heavily.

Just as you were about to ask him what he was doing, but he used his index finger and his middle finger to spread your folds. “beautiful.” He commented before he leaned forward and sucked on your clit causing a soft cry to leave your lips as a tremble ran through your body,

“Fuck Leon.” You cursed throwing your head back against the wall, as you rocked your hips against his face, he didn’t even need to use his fingers to make you cum, he knew your body like the back of his hand. You could feel the familiar feeling tightening in your stomach as your eyes rolled back slightly, your thighs began to tremble more as your moans became more whinner and slightly high pitched.

“cum for me princess.” He says against your soaked core, you could feel yourself clenching around nothing. “cumming.” You softly moaned as you came with a soft whine on your boyfriends tounge, feeling your legs get weak but Leon's hand came up to your hips as he helped steady you.

After riding out your orgasm you pulled him down to you and kissed him deeply, your tongue tangle with his you could taste yourself, but you didn’t care.

Breaking the kiss, he looked down at you breathing heavily there was a small grin on his face, but you could see the lust swimming in his blue eyes. “my turn.” You tell him before he could protest you sunk down to your knees, you could see the bulge in his skinny jeans, reaching up you undid his belt and unzipped and unbuttoned the front before tugging his jeans down his thighs.

You could see the small wet patch of pre-cum on his boxers, looking up you could see his cheeks burning slightly, causing a sense of power to wash over you are knowing you’re the only one that can make Leon feel like this. You looked up at him in your eyes asking for permission like he had done for you, he gave you a nod as his hand found its way to your hair to make a makeshift ponytail, to keep your hair out of your face and eyes.

You carefully hooked your fingers into his boxers before tugging them down, causing Leon’s harden cock to spring free, a soft groan leaving his lips at the cold air hit him.

Giving him a soft smile you ran your tongue up the side of his cock before you wrapped your pillowy lips around him and began to bob your head at a steady rhythm, while placing your thighs on his thighs for some stability, he was heavy on your tounge, but the weight always brought you a sense of comfort.

“good girl.” Leon praised you making a soft blush to come onto your face as you bobbed your head, he would occasionally hit the back of your throat. “feels so good.” He grunted but you would hear a high pitch whine leave his throat. You decided to suck your cheeks in causing a soft cry to leave his lips as he slightly bucked his hips as well. “your mouth should be a sin.” He softly panted his hand slightly tighten around your hair causing you to groan softly around him.

“You close baby.” You asked pulling away but you used your hands to pump his cock, you knew he was close he was twitching in your hands, he nodded his head quickly as a soft cry left his lips, taking his cock back into your mouth you pushed him as far as you could in your throat, causing small tears to run down your cheeks as there is a slight pain in your jaw, but you ignore the pain to give your boyfriend the same pleasure he gave you.

“Fuck I’m cumming.” He moaned before you felt him shoot down your throat, a soft moaning sound left your lips before you sucked in your cheeks as you slowly pulled away from him and released him with a soft pop.

He was breathing heavily with a blush on his face, Taking his hand you lead Leon could of the small supply closet to your more spacious studio area, where you gently pushed him onto the couch and straddles his waist.

His large hands immediately found their way to your hips giving them a loving squeeze, reaching to your bag on the end of the couch, you pulled out a familiar square. But ask you where about to open it Leon took it from you. “Let me.” He says taking the condom packet from you and tearing it open with his teeth,

After couple minutes of awkward moving and some giggling from you, Leon finally got the condom on without your assistants, he took his harden cock and gave your soaked core a few taps causing you to moan soft, He had applied some lube before just as a safety precaution because he didn’t want to hurt you, even if you insisted that you would be ok, he didn’t want to hurt his precious girlfriend.

“am I good to go doll?” Leon asked you as he gave your hips a soft squeeze, it always filled your heart with so much joy when Leon asked for permission for anything like this, you nodded your head biting your lip, you could see him grinning before he slowly pushed into your glistening core causing a moan to leave both of your lips at the familiar stretch as Leon buried himself fully inside you.

Wrapped your arms around his neck and rested your head on his shoulder, a soft tremble ran through your body as one of his hands stayed on your hips to help guide your movements while the other went to back of your neck keeping your body close to his. “feel so good princess.” Leon grunted against you; his voice was deeper than normal causing you to clench around him as his thrusted up his hips.

You moved your hips slightly meeting his thrusts, moans falling from both your lips as you both lost yourselves in the pleasure of pleasing each other, your hips moving in time with his, he filled you up in way you only dreamed your fingers could reach when he wasn’t around, it was like you were made for each other. “Leon.” You moaned his name as you felt as if your mind was getting foggy and hazy from the pleasure you were both experiencing.

You moaned out loud as you rested your forehead against his, your eyes where closed and your bottom lip in between you top row of teeth, Leon’s thrusts where sweet but hard causing soft squeals to leave your throat, when suddenly you are pushed into the couch it was soft against your bare skin and your legs where now on Leon’s shoulder, but before you could protest a loud moan left your lips at the new angle, causing Leon to go deeper.

You could feel yourself tightening around him and your eyes rolling back slightly, he always knew how to drive you wild, weather it was when he would let you do anything you wanted to him, or even he was rough like this knowing deep down no matter what side it was you loved this man with all your heart even when he tells you stupid jokes from time to time.

“You close Y/n?” Leon grunted and all you could do was nod your head as you looked up at him, your thighs where trembling against him as your toes curled, at this point you knew your making up from this morning was running down your cheeks, but you didn’t care.

“cum for me like a good girl.” Leon says as he leaned forward and kissed you as he thrusts into you roughly but somehow sweetly, your moans are muffled by his lips but you cum around him with a soft cry, his praise sending a shiver down your spine, he soon followed spilling into the condom.

As you came down from both your high’s Leon pressed his forehead against yours. “I love you.” He whispers softly with a gentle smile; you smile up at him and softly kissing his nose.

“I love you to.” You said with a bliss filled smiled but soon the romance and sweet moment is ruined when you hear somebody clear their throat, looking over Leon’s shoulder you saw Jennifer one of your best friends and tattoo artists looking at the both of you with a smug grin on her face as she leaned against the door.

“I’m happy you guys have such a deep love for each other, but next time you decided to fuck at work can you please close the door, because I don’t need to see my boss getting screwed by her boyfriend at 11 o’clock in the morning.” Jennifer's says causing a blush to colour both yours and Leon's cheeks at her comments.

“Sorry Jen.” You say with a soft giggle, but she gave you a wink before she pushes herself off the door. “I’ll be expecting a bonus next week.” She jokes as she gives you one last look before she leaves.

Hearing her leave both you and Leon couldn’t help but laugh. “this is your fault.” You softly poked Leon’s chest causing him to laugh slightly.

“fine I’ll take responsibility this time, but next time I won’t be so nice.” He says pulling you into his chest as he pulls a blanket over you both that is usually kept on the end of the couch for when you take naps at work.

“I look forward to it.” You smirked before nuzzling into his chest, he just laughed and rested his chin on your head as you both fell into a peaceful slumber…

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!Good Enough One-shot Update!: Its coming I have only recent had the time to start it but the ball is rolling finally, I can’t give a time when it will be posted but I am working on it when I have spare time, also there will be a name change but deciding on the name now and creating the banner.

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automaton-otto · 1 year ago

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"......."

"I don't know what to say to you..." Jeanne says staring down at Shylow. She couldn't get too close to her. Not at the risk of becoming ill like everyone else. She presses a hand on the glass separating the two.

"...What can I say to you? I know what it's like to be alone in a hospital bed. I remember the pain, I remember the sadness, I remember the suffering, I remember the isolation...I remember the loneliness..."

"I know nothing I say to you will fix anything. All I can do is...beg for your forgiveness. A forgiveness I know I can never deserve. I was supposed to protect you and your cousin from becoming like me."

"I lost my body. I lost my life. Is what's left of me strong enough to stop you from becoming like me?"

"I don't know...but if it's to save you. If it's to see that dopey smile again...I'd give what's left of me. Just to save you I'd give all of me."

The detective stares at the little demon for a moment or so before turning away. She felt like a failure for not taking Jacob from Prom and Ma'at but she is bound by the words of her master.

"The Court of Tarot cannot mingle in the affairs of the divine. There are consequences to siding with and killing a god. The gods are petty and cruel. If burning the world is the only way to keep things the way they want they would gladly supply the kerosene and matches."

"I should go pay my respects to Old Man Prom. Ma'at hasn't left his side since..." She stopped as she saw the goddess leaving Prom's room. Jeanne sighs in relief. In all honesty, she was hoping that she didn't have to talk to Ma'at so win win right?

"Wait a minute..." In the business of the hallway, the detective saw a nurse enter his room. She figured the nurse was just delivering medicine...but they had no tray, they had no cart, they didn't even have a name tag.

"...They didn't even have a name tag." Jeanne says using the last of their two brain cells to pass for perception. She makes her way over to the room's window just in time to see the fake nurse's true intentions. She was going to poison the god in his weakened state and finish him off.

Not even thinking about what happens next, the knight kicks the door down. The fake nurse unfortunately wasn't an amateur and was quick to the draw. Four shots was all they managed to get on Jeanne before getting cut down.

A sea of medical professionals flood the room in order to secure the area, 'The scrubs can take it from here' Jeanne thinks to herself. She looks down at her side and sees the steaming bullet wound close shut.

She steps out of the room and sighs, "I'm sorry, Master. But it looks like I'm involved now."

#thelittlestdemon #event: family heirs: part 2

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uyuforu · 1 year ago

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Herro Uyu~(not sure if your name is like that on purpose cuz it sounds like milk *우유* in korean but its cute af as someone who LOVESS banana milk 🤣lol) but I just wanted to hop on here to tell you how thankful I am of your blog!

I've been here on the bts astrology and tarot tag(??) for quite a couple of years now and I've seen so many cool pages that have left now and also many, MANY deulus come by(especially on the tarot tags🫠🥲🙃🤣) I haven't even been active as much on here as well, due to life so I understand why many bts pages left or hasn't been active as well(I hope that all my favorite people are doing well if they happen to suddenly see this lol🥺💜😆) Anywho~ what I wanted to say is, I'm thankful for all your astrology post on Jungkook's chart~! I never even knew about all these other asteroids and didn't really bother to look at other charts( cuz astrology is so complicated huehue🥲🥲) but, even though you wrote it for JK base on his charts- I like to take your astrology knowledge and change(?) it to apply it to my chart and learn more about myself if this makes sense~😊!! I just thought that I hope you know your page is slowly bringing me back to learning more about astrology because astrology really helped me back in 2019 when I was at my lowest and I totally forgot the fun(?) warm(?) feeling of coming on here to learn more about my chart and how I am (ya know that feeling when you're reading something about your natal chart and it calls you out and you're like "omg this is me lmao"🤣🤣)

Anywhooo~ I truly hope you know that although I appreciate your fun knowledge on here, I hope you take breaks in between~💜! Protect your energy and delete all the asks that are sus🤨😆. As someone who has a community online as well, it's gets very exhausting when people tell you how you should do certain things (there's a difference in criticism and just plain out "I know and have more experience so you're wrong"-ew I'm trigger lmao🤣) I'm sorry that this is looooooooong for no damn reason-I swear I blame my cancer mercury for this 🤣🤣🤣

but I truly hope you know you're doing great and honestly, the vibe of your page is cool. You say what you channeled and know while keeping the delulus in check while still being polite. So again, just do you and thank you💜

Hi! Thank you very much for your message! It’s extremely gentle and sweet, I feel very touched! Also I just realized we are both Leo suns, Libra rising and cancer mercury!! Haha that’s crazy!

I feel very touched and happy you enjoy my contents, these kind of comments get me going, and I also feel glad you take the posts as a way to analyse your chart personally, thank god!! This is also why I post haha.

Also, yeah I took uyu from 우유, already explained it in another post a while ago why, it’s my favourite korean word lol! I thought it was the cutest ever and also the first Korean word I learned.

- uyu

#uyuans

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blainesebastian · 3 years ago

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coffee cart girl (pt5)

words: 3,418 ship: austin x female reader summary: you’re the coffee runner on the set of Elvis. Coffee deliveries run pretty easy, until Austin accidently spills coffee on you. notes: thank you so much for all the support! previous parts are under this tag, this part was inspired by this gifset warnings: none tag list: under the cut! sorry if your username does not link up on the post if you requested to be put on the tag list (it’s getting hefty! :)), unsure how I could fix that. please let me know if you’d like to be added or removed.

Despite everything changing, things stay the same—which is actually pretty comforting. You keep showing up on set, day-in-day-out, serve coffee, come back home and then wake up to do it all over again. You have to admit that you feel slightly lighter working your coffee deliveries and know it has everything to do with this relationship you’re building with Austin. Keeping things under wrap for right now feels like the best idea, just between the two of you, which is exactly what you both need right now. With Austin constantly working on Elvis, you have no interest in being in any sort of spotlight—at least not yet. Your script work is getting better but you’re still figuring out the steps that you’ll need to move forward, to get yourself out there—be noticed.

The last thing you want is for someone to assume you haven’t gotten somewhere by talent alone but because of who you know, or in this case, who you’re seeing.

Austin has always seemed like a very private guy anyways, he’s not very active on social media—he likes to keep his personal life exactly that, personal. It leaves you with this intimate bubble forms over you both, time to get to know one another and develop on shared feelings. It may not look like normal dating, and it might seem like sneaking around sometimes, but that doesn’t bother you.

In the end—what you have with Austin is no one’s business.

Except, you do want to tell Jillian.

Getting on set Thursday, you make a direct route to one of the makeup trailers that she works in. Climbing inside and closing the door, you make sure you’re alone with her before spilling the beans. You tell her everything, from start to finish, all the details you feel like are necessary to get you both on the same page.

It doesn’t take much—Jillian already thought that Austin liked you, so the conclusion jumping is a short distance once she has all the information.

Jillian’s face somehow looks like an emoji, a permanent heightened emotion that is hearteyes and shocked all at the same time. Her jaw may also be taking up a residence on the floor, she hasn’t closed her mouth since you began talking.

“I fucking knew it.” She laughs, “I’m so good at sensing chemistry—like, I should probably quit my job here and become a relationship guru,” You roll your eyes even though you’re smiling, “Or a tarot card reader.”

“You can’t tell anyone Jillian, I mean it.” You say after a moment, taking a step closer to your friend. “Austin and I don’t want our business out there.”

“Austin and I,” She repeats with a dreamy laugh, “Our,” She shakes her head, curls tied up in clip today, which is probably a good thing seeing as how she seems to be vibrating at a high frequency. “Does that feel weird to say—like, you’re dating a celebrity.”

You let out a slow breath, your stomach fluttering in a slightly nervous way that it does sometimes. It’d be obtuse not to acknowledge the elephant in the room that Austin is, in fact, a celebrity, that he is different than someone you met at a coffee shop or a bar. You two are very unique in that sense and are on distinct paths for your futures. But at the same time you find it important to remind yourself that Austin is human, he’s a regular guy that has normal emotions, needs and desires. You’re on the same page, you’re working together on this.

But that doesn’t mean that sometimes this whole thing doesn’t blow your mind because it does. It’s as if you’re worried you might wake up from a dream or something, harsh reality ready to grab you by the throat.

“Jillian,” You repeat, holding her gaze so you know she’s actually listening.

Jillian sighs, head tossed back towards the ceiling, “I hear you, promise. I won’t say a word to anyone.” And you do believe her otherwise you wouldn’t have said anything in the first place. Jillian might be a little eccentric but she’s trustworthy. “Are you going to go out on dates…or?”

You pause a moment, considering that…you actually hadn’t thought about it. So much of your interactions kinda stem on being on set together, you spend time between shoots, when you bring coffee or Austin lets you know when he’s taking food breaks but…

Eventually Elvis will come to an end and then what? There’s award shows and interviews and a very public eye. You’re pretty sure that even now if you two were to go out, someone would notice and put it out into the world—a fan, a pap, a gossip tabloid, too many different outcomes. One of the great things about set is that you can have privacy here.

“We’re figuring it out.” And it sounds like such a lame excuse right now but to be honest you don’t want to admit that it hasn’t crossed your mind.

Jillian just smiles before nodding, the door to the trailer opening up before any more questions can be asked. You’re secretly kind of thanking whoever’s listening for that—if your friend thinks you need to be a bit more planned about your future with Austin, she doesn’t comment.

Right now you think a day-to-day approach is best…but maybe a little bit more of a strategy wouldn’t hurt either.

The day is as busy as it always is, filled with running around on last minute rotations and add-ons mixed with your regular orders. Sal actually seems like she’s in a decent mood for once, which is always a nice surprise. You take your afternoon lull at the typical picnic bench, getting some serious editing done on your script as you slowly sip on a coffee. Second readthrough is done, now all that’s left is reading it outloud to catch any last mistakes before…letting a second pair of eyes actually look at it.

Speaking of—

You frown, picking up the clipboard nearby that had your morning and afternoon orders on it. Just as you thought, you don’t see Austin’s name anywhere. Time had been runnin’ so smoothly, you barely noticed that he hadn’t placed any coffee orders. Normally, you might not think that was odd but…after ending up on the same page, it’s usually a nice stolen few moments to see one another through a busy day.

You chew on your lower lip—it’s probably just a hectic day for him but there’s also a small pit in your stomach that is slowly beginning to feel like a black hole for whatever reason. You put the script in your bag and decide to stretch your legs, dropping your things off where you usually keep them and take a long stroll around set.

In a not surprising turn of events, you end up outside Austin’s trailer. Glancing around for a moment, you take a sip of coffee and make your way up the steps—at the very least you can pretend you have a last-minute caffeine fix for him, should anyone ask. You knock on the door and wait, taking a step back to make room for the door to open.

It takes a few moments but when it finally does, you pause, unsure of what to say.

Despite still getting to know him, it’s very plain to see that he’s upset. He must be in-between scenes because he’s in his own clothes, jeans, a black shirt, his hair scrubbed free of gel from what looks like his hands going through it. His face is slightly pink, eyes red-rimmed and wet and it somehow makes the color seem even more blue. He works his jaw a moment, swallowing, seemingly trying to get ahold of himself.

You’re kinda dumbfounded because…you’ve obviously never seen him like this before.

Blinking, you realize that you should say something. “Hi,” You pause, taking a breath, “Do you—you want me to leave you alone?”

“No,” He says quickly, clearing his throat. His voice is twinged with emotion, slightly deeper than usual as he opens the door so you can walk over the threshold, “You can come in.”

You hesitate for a moment before wandering inside, the door closing behind you. Austin moves to lean against the kitchenette counter and you stand in front of him, putting your cup of coffee down near the sink. You give him a few moments to collect himself, watching as he runs a hand over his forehead, swallowing, the muscles in his jaw flexing again. Your gaze flutters over the rings he has on today, both gold, one on his middle finger while the other rests on his pinky.

Did something happen? You’re trying not to bombard him with questions…so you do the only thing you think you can in that moment, remembering how his hand had smoothed its way down your back during that migraine. One hand moves to settle along his arm, squeezing, while the other gently rests along his neck. Your fingers graze the bottom of his jawline, his pulse quick and skin warm where you’re touching. You feel, rather than see him, take a short breath in.

Whatever’s got him worked up, it’s at least good to know that he’s letting himself feel it rather than keep it buried underneath his ribcage. Some people are so concerned about strong emotions, never allowing themselves to give into them, feeling like they have to keep them hidden or tucked away. Austin’s not only allowing himself to feel, but he’s also letting you see him like this.

Neither of you say anything for a while, just stand there together, soaking one another in. You rub along his arm, sometimes your other hand moving to cup his cheek, stroking along his cheekbone. He sniffles, running one of his own hands underneath his eyes before letting out a slow breath,

“Sometimes it’s uh, it’s hard for me to take a step back from what I’m doin’.”

You nod and honestly, a lot of details aren’t necessary. You're sure the emotional toll is sometimes brutal, how hard it must be to separate his feelings out between what's reality and what's the film. You know that Austin gives absolutely everything to his work—it's obvious in the way he carries himself, how he speaks about his roles, in interviews you've seen and even in conversations you've shared with him.

He doesn’t need to explain himself.

It’s a bit crushing to see him like this—you wish you knew what to say. “Can I do anything?”

Austin shakes his head, giving you a small smile. Removing the hand that you have along his cheek, he presses a kiss to the inside of your wrist, “You’re doin’ it.”

You smile back, your stomach doing that ridiculous fluttering thing it sometimes does because of him. “I was wonderin’ why your coffee orders were missing from my clipboard.”

“Just been kinda nauseous all day,” Austin admits, running a hand through his hair, “Stomach’s in a knot.”

You’ve heard rumors that way before filming started Baz had organized for studio producers, crew, and the like to heckle Austin while he played some of his first Elvis songs. This wasn’t done without a purpose—much of Elvis’s first performances as an artist were similar. Regardless, you can’t imagine what it’d be like to experience something like that, especially if you’re already nervous about embodying such a role.

You wonder if today was something similar in the studio…or maybe it’s just a bad day. Not all of them can be perfect, even if Austin shows up ready to work as hard as he possibly can.

Taking a small breath in, you step back from him—you don’t have much time left on your own break before you’ll have to start taking late-night coffee orders. You’re sure he wants to spend a bit more on his own before he’s called to hair and makeup or wardrobe.

“I’ll see you later?” You offer, leaving it open just in case he wants to take the rest of the day to himself. You wouldn’t blame him, sometimes time alone is the best way to bounce back.

But Austin reaches for your wrist as you move to leave, squeezing gently, “I’ll find you.”

Giving him one last smile, you grab your cup of coffee and head out of his trailer.

Shooting stretches until two AM, which is not at all surprising. You end up leaving set around midnight, making a convenience run to grab a few things before making your way back to your favorite picnic bench outside the food tent. It’s a skeleton crew and luckily no one seems to bother to ask you why you’re still hanging out, walking past you with either a goodnight or no words at all.

Looking up as you hear footsteps approach, you smile when you see Austin, sliding off the table you’re sitting on to meet him halfway. He’s in his own set of clothes again but his hair is still styled to look like Elvis—the most important part, he looks a lot better than when you saw him this afternoon. Shoulders not as heavy looking, his eyes brighter,

“Hi,” Austin smiles down at you, “Fancy meetin’ you here.”

“I know,” You laugh lightly, “What a coincidence.” Throwing your bag over your shoulder, you walk with him towards his trailer. You don’t pass many people, which is comforting, before you finally make it to the destination. Austin heads up the steps first, opening the door for you to walk in.

Switching on the lights, the door closes behind you and you pause as you see that way back in the trailer…is in fact a bed. So it is true that some stars have legit places to sleep on set if they wish for late nights, naps between scenes. Though you’re not sure how that’d go—you always feel like such a zombie waking up from a nap. Can’t imagine that’s a good thing going from scene to scene.

So much for that being refreshing.

“Is that comfortable?” You ask, motioning to the bed as you put your bag down on the coffee table.

Austin looks up and in the direction of what you’re referring to, “Kinda, it has its moments when you’re really tired.”

“You gonna sleep there tonight?”

He purses his lips in thought, toeing his boots off near the couch. “Probably.”

And that…is totally not something to be thinking about right now. You shake your head as if to get rid of the imagery before clearing your throat, “I got you somethin’.”

He raises his eyebrows as you pass over the bag from the convenience store,

“Just my go-to’s when I’m feeling poorly.”

You smile, chewing on your lower lip as he pulls out a few essentials: a plastic container of Oreo’s, Ginger Ale, and mint tea.

“They didn’t have peanut butter.” Then quickly to clarify, “For the Oreo’s, I mean.”

Austin laughs softly, nodding, running his hand over the pack before smiling up at you. He reaches out to tug you close, placing a kiss on the bridge of your nose. “Thank you.”

You feel warmed from the inside out, blooming in your chest and sprouting outward. It’s not much and you’re not sure if his stomach is still upset but…you just wanted to be able to offer something to help. Sometimes a well-placed gesture is all you need.

Opening the pack of Oreo’s, he sets the bag on the coffee table to take a cookie out. Biting into it, he says, “I’ve never had Oreo’s with peanut butter before.”

You raise your eyebrows in mock outrage, “This is just unacceptable—don’t tell me you’re a cookies and milk kinda guy.”

He smiles a little guiltily—it’s cute. “You gonna take the cookies back if I say yes?”

You crinkle your nose, grabbing an Oreo for yourself. “Just please tell me you’re not a dunker.”

Austin shakes his head and well, good, at least you can work with that. Snagging a seat on the couch, you take your shoes off, crossing your legs up on the cushions. As you both eat through another sleeve of cookies, your mind wanders to this morning when you were talking with Jillian about…everything. The future, or at least what might happen when the filming of Elvis ends. You glance up at Austin, on the couch with you, one long leg folded up under himself, the other resting on the ground. His fingers hold one cookie while the other runs them along his lower lip, as if he’s in thought.

He touches his face a lot, you realize, especially when he seems to be considering something. After the emotive day he’s had, you’re not sure it’s the right time to really talk through what’s on your mind. There will be time for that.

Austin looks over at you as he takes an Oreo apart, which makes you scrunch your face a bit because you know he’s going straight for the icing. “How’s your script comin’?”

You take a soft breath into your chest, debating the words behind your teeth for a long few moments before, “Maybe end of the week you can look at it? If you’re not too busy.” No pressure, you can have Jillian read it over if he can’t.

“I’m not too busy for you.” Austin replies and he says it in such a way that has you believing it. Though, it’s a double-edged sword, you’re not quite sure how you’re going to handle him reading your script and…what if he thinks it’s absolutely awful? It’s just one opinion, sure, but you have to admit that it means a bit to you.

You shake out the nerves best you can and nod, determined, he’ll get that script by the end of the week.

Then you’ll go from there.

You stay on the couch for a while eating Oreos, easy conversation passing between the two of you. It kind of amazes you how simple it is that you can just…talk about anything. There’s topics that range from the serious (where do you see yourself in five years, who’s your biggest influence, book you could read over and over again) to the dramatic (zombie apocalypse—how fucked are you, favorite bird that you think has the biggest personality, drunk food go-to).

Another hour of time passes and it was already late to begin with, another yawn slipping past your lips,

“I think you should crash here,” Austin says, “That’s like your fifth one.”

You blink at the offer because no…while you know it’s late and he’s not wrong about you yawning a lot, the day catching up with you, you couldn’t possibly sleep here, right? On a few counts.

No…people would notice, wouldn’t they? While you like to think you blend into the background pretty easily, tomorrow would be the day for people to notice you coming out of Austin’s trailer, or in the same clothes you wore today. Way too risky, right?

And yet, for whatever reason that’s not what comes out of your mouth, “I think I got an extra pair of jeans in my car but—”

“I can grab you somethin’ from wardrobe.”

You raise your eyebrows, a scoff sneaking out. Oh really? “This couch is—”

“Let me worry about the couch, you’re takin’ the bed.”

Now you do laugh, “What you got an answer for everythin’?”

He grins, “Maybe.”

This is such a bad idea—the couch was comfortable enough to nap on when you had a migraine but getting a full night’s rest? Not even to mention, “Your legs are far too long for this thing.”

Now he’s amused, his eyes dancing warmly as he leans into your personal space. Your stomach flutters, gaze flickering down to his lips when he speaks, “You checkin’ me out Y/N?”

“You’re incorrigible.” You shake your head, gently poking at his chest.

Austin hums, “I’ve been told that’s my best quality.”

You don’t kiss him even though you really want to, a smile tugging the corners of your mouth—you realize within those few moments how much you like him, how your feelings for him are becoming more and more defined the longer you two figure this thing out together. At the same time, it’s a dangerous thing—you’re really falling for him.

You just hope it’s not too fast.

Once again, thanks so much for reading! I think I worked out that this series will be 10 parts total :)

Tag list: @pearlparty, @theinvisiblecapricorn, @kittenlittle24, @andrewgarfields-girlfriend, @mirandastuckinthe80s, @nonsensical-nonce, @softlispoken, @dudinhahoff, @peterparke-r, @lottiee03, @little-diable, @therealwriter17, @bob-the-tomato, @bcofl0ve, @domaniquessidehoe, @matsbarzals, @rosequartzluvr, @callthedarknessdown, @laperceval, @ghostinthebackofyourhead, @starry-night-20, @ahoyyharrington, @obsessedunicorn24, @lulu-recs, @queenotaku23, @embobemm, @milaa24, @medleyj, @myownparadise96, @butlersluvbot, @girlokwhatever, @pinkle-monade0103, @vintagebitc, @xcallmetaniax, @adoreyouusugar, @karamelcoveredolicity, @thisisntmeok, @kvcssghbjbcd, @mamaspresley, @jazmin2211

#austin butler #austin butler x reader #austin butler imagine #austin butler drabble #elvis 2022 #mccall writes things #ccg #ccg series

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pearl-tarotist · 2 years ago

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✦···•𝐀 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 <𝟑 •···✦

These past months I have not been active on Tumblr but I still think about all the people that I have met in here so this is a "thank you" and a recommendation to follow these amazing people and blogs! (due to my lack of interaction with any of them, sorry!)

If I have interacted with you before but I have not tagged you, it literally means nothing, I do remember all the sweet messages I have received from all of you and for that I am always thankful! <3.

@yoursinfinitely : She's one of the most friendly, talented and mature people that I have met in Tumblr. She trusted me a lot and I am always thankful for it! She's in hiatus right now but her PACs are still on her page. Thank you a lot for trusting and interacting with me! <3.

@daarlingdatura /@eswhoreteric : We have not talked a lot but I can always see how strong and decided she is for what's rightfully hers. She takes no bullshit and that's something I strongly appreciate. ALSO, she has so so much knowledge about, just not tarot, but spirituality, shadow work, astrology, spells... So complete! <3. Thanks for your putting your knowledge and presence in Tumblr!

@amourdivine : Such a positive and sweet soul!!! Every time I see her on my feed I get happy! I did an exchange tarot with her and it was so accurate!!! From that point on I could appreciate even better how much work she puts on her words and in how serious she takes responsibilities that affects others. Thanks for wanting to do the exchange and for how sweet your words have always been for me! <3.

@royaleofury : One of the first persons I interacted with and also one of the sweetest! She's amazing in whatever she does and I do feel like her astrology observations and analysis are the best. Thanks for being mutuals with me, literally since day one! <3. I do really hope everything is okay and perfect for you.

@whatudowhennooneseesyou : Also, one of the first people I interacted with. She trusted me so hard, not just once but a lot of more times that I will always be thankful for it. We share love for the same books and our literary taste is so similar that it's amazing. Thank you for being there since day one too <3<3<3.

@theveil-and-thepath: The WAY THIS GIRL DOES TAROT is so gooood! She's so clever with everything she does and the times I have spoken with her I have loved so much the way she express herself, like, she's straight up the best lawyer ever, 100% would trust her to defend me. She's also the sweetest and so interesting!! Thank you for trusting me with tarot and for the conversations we had about law, I still think about them and I love them. <3.

@daninixx : I do not think at all that's she's unknown for anybody in the tarot community but still, she deserves the recognition. She's always so patient with me, even though we don't interact that much I know she's tired of me not answering anything she sends. Or she could not even remember (I am a mess, sorry 😭). She has always had nice word for me through asks, she's generous and gentle so I am thankful a lot for it. Also? HER PACSSSSS??? 10 out of 10. Amazing and dovelike. Her love for Lana del Rey is something that makes me like her even more! <3<3<3.

@the-cosmic-gentle-giant : Such a sweet soul too! He deserves the best. He has great post about astrology and anytime we have interacted, even if it was the smallest interaction ever, he has been nothing but friendly and sweet to me. I hope everything goes well for you and that you can smile every day. Please take care and thank you for being like you are <3.

@the-wild-candy : she's so talented and she is so connected to the spiritual word. She canalises messages so instantly and in such a deep way... She's amazing for how young she is, it was a pleasure to speak with her, she has so much to show to the world. I do, honestly, hope everything's okay for you and that you can always express yourself freely and without any obstacle.

@nep2unes : Such an amazing tarot reader, honestly, one of the best for me. Seriously, I have done private tarots with her and the way she focus so much on details and the way she does also get so much information will never stop surprising me. She gets everything: small direct quotes, the feelings, the music, the signs...She's amazing, spectacular and ugh! Amazingx100. She writes everything she gets. Thanks for your exchange tarots with me!

@neptunes-sol-angel : So, so but so nice and beautiful! I do love her music recommendations and her vibes in general. The music she puts in her blog, the way she does tarot and her nature... She gives mature/womanly vibes... She's an adult and I feel that she has insight in topics that you could NEVER speak with teenagers. It's such a liberating energy! Thanks for your music and for interacting with me! <3<3<3.

@nighttimeoracle : The most beautiful hispanic tarot reader I have ever found. Thank you for your beautiful words, your Pacs and for being on Tumblr!! You do have amazing ideas <3.<3.

@iams99 : A sweet sweet soul. I do hope that nothing will hurt you. Amazing tarot reader and for what I have been able to know of you, you are a child of the sea, refreshing and so necessary! I do love her imagination and creativity. Thank you!

@ellmeria : We have not interacted that much but her words do always bring a smile to my lips. Thank you for just being you! You have the gentlest aura <3.

@forallthetheoi: Thanks for your knowledge of the Gods. Your connection with them is so strong and amazing and I loved to do an exchange tarot with you!

@alaezasmystery : You have checked on me and tried to make me keep my energy more than once and for that I am always thankful!! <3<3.

#thank you #happy new year #i hope 2023 is kind to all of you

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debbiechanclub · 2 years ago

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Knights and Kings

A “Take My Hand, Wreck My Plans” fic

Pairing: Zack Sabre Jr. x OFC Word Count: 4,650 Warnings: ANGST; alcohol use; language

Nellie and Torrance are both in need of relationship advice, and they expected to find it at the bottom of wine bottles and ice cream cartons―not a deck of tarot cards.

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Tag squad: @comeasyoudar @statdaddy @knifepervert @sldghmmr @rusevday @missbrownstone @meteora-fc @bec0m @thatgirlforever5 @rocca09

Saturday, August 1, 2020 Tokyo, Japan

“Thank you for letting me crash here,” Torrance said. “I promise I won’t overstay my welcome.”

“Stop,” Nellie returned. She handed her a large glass of Sauvignon Blanc and sat down on the opposite end of the couch, pulling her feet up onto the cushion. “You can stay as long as you need. I’m sure it won’t be long, anyway.”

Torrance laughed dryly to herself as she eagerly lifted the glass to her mouth. “That makes one of us.”

She took a long drink, and Nellie frowned. When Torrance had called and told her she needed a place to stay because she and Ishimori were “taking some time apart,” Nellie had thought she meant just for the night. But when she’d shown up at her apartment just over an hour later—suitcase in tow, eyes red from crying—Nellie had realized it was a bit more serious than just a night.

“Do you want to talk about it?” she asked. “Or do you just want to drink and binge-watch K-dramas?”

Torrance laughed again, a bit more genuine that time. “All of the above.”

Empathy surged in Nellie’s veins. “I didn’t realize you and Ishimori were having issues again.”

“Again,” because Torrance and Ishimori were one of those couples who always seemed to be either hot or cold. Nellie had seen it for herself during the two months she’d crashed in their spare bedroom after she and Zack had broken up. But she’d also seen their love in all the little things they did, in the way they chose each other every single day. From where she was sitting, this break had come out of left field.

But that wasn’t the case for Torrance. “It started not long after you moved out,” she revealed. “I think you were providing a buffer for us, and we didn’t realize it until you were gone.”

Nellie’s frown deepened. So this had been building for a month, then. She had noticed that Torrance hadn’t been her usual self the last few weeks, but she hadn’t thought too much of it—most people weren’t themselves these days. New COVID cases were surging again in Tokyo, and Stardom had just two shows planned for August after only just starting up again at the end of June after a three-month hiatus. So, Nellie had just assumed Torrance was depressed over the general state of things; she hadn’t thought to ask if anything else was going on.

And plus, Nellie had been dealing with her own personal matters lately.

She pulled herself out of her thoughts and refocused on Torrance. “So what exactly started, then?” she asked. “After I moved out.”

“Just, bickering,” Torrance breathed. “Constantly, about everything, about the stupidest, littlest shit. And I’d been hoping it was just a rough patch and that we’d get through it, but we haven’t and now… I’m doubting our entire relationship.”

A weight settled on Nellie’s chest, and she looked regretfully down into her own glass of wine. She could relate all too well.

“It’s exactly like what happened to you and Zack.”

Nellie flicked her eyes back up at her. Torrance was already shaking her head.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.”

“No, you’re not wrong,” Nellie ruefully returned. “It is exactly like what happened to me and Zack.” She paused to take a sip of wine, her mouth suddenly dry. “You know you could have talked to me about it.”

“I know,” she quietly said. “I actually almost did call you after Taiji and I got into it last week, but then I realized it was Zack’s birthday and I didn’t want to bother you with my shit when I knew you were probably dealing with your own.”

Nellie’s mouth moved too fast for her brain. “It probably would have been better if you did call.”

There was a beat of silence as they both realized what she’d said. Nellie froze. Torrance noticed.

“Why? Did something happen?”

Nellie shifted uncomfortably.

“Shit, something did happen, didn’t it?” Torrance figured, and Nellie knew there was no avoiding it now. So, she spit it out.

“I slept with Zack.”

Torrance’s jaw unhinged. “On his birthday?”

She nodded.

Torrance stared at her a few seconds longer, mouth agape. “Well, I’m glad I didn’t call, then,” she remarked.

“No, it’s not good, Torr,” Nellie woefully returned—but Torrance was already asking her next question.

“Did it happen here or at his place?”

Nellie sighed and ran a hand through her hair. She might as well just give her all the details. “His place. I texted him happy birthday because it felt like the right thing to do; we’re still friends. But then we started talking, and he said he was getting takeout from this udon place we both love, and asked if I wanted to come over. It was only like six-thirty, so I figured it was fine and I could leave before it turned into hook-up hours, but then one thing led to another and… yeah.”

She took a gulp of wine, her heart pulsing in her neck. In truth, she knew she should have declined Zack’s invitation that night; she should have called Torrance and had her talk her down. But she was having a harder time moving on from Zack than she was willing to admit. Some days, she gave herself grace for it. Of course she was having a hard time—she’d uprooted her whole life and moved across the world with the person she loved only to have it all fall apart. Anyone would have a hard time moving on from that.

But other days—like today, the entire last week—she felt like a fool.

“Was it good, at least?” Torrance asked, cutting into her thoughts.

“Torr,” Nellie breathed, half a smile on her lips. “You’re not helping.”

Torrance pulled her mouth to the side of her face. “Well, I guess we both need tonight.” She let out a tired sigh. “Please tell me you have ice cream or chocolate or something else we can eat our feelings with.”

Nellie pushed out her bottom lip. “I don’t. But there’s a 7-Eleven a few blocks away.”

* * * *

Neither of them was concerned about impressing anyone, and a few minutes later they both left Nellie’s apartment in oversized t-shirts, bike shorts, messy buns, and masks to walk the few blocks to 7-Eleven as the last remnants of twilight died in the darkening sky. And it didn’t take long for Torrance to resume her line of questioning.

“Have you and Zack talked about it at all?”

Nellie snorted. “No. I left practically as soon as the sun came up. It was my first walk of shame since back when I was hooking up with Riley,” she lowly added.

“You snuck out?” Torrance balked.

“No, I didn’t sneak out,” Nellie clarified. “I told him I was leaving. But he was still half-asleep, so.” She left it at that and gestured to an alleyway on their right. “It’s this way.”

They cut into the alleyway, lined with tightly packed open-air bars and restaurants. Paper lanterns and electric signs hung every few feet advertising food and drink in kanji, but the atmosphere wasn’t as lively as it would have been under normal circumstances. It made Nellie recall one of her very first dates with Zack at an izakaya just like these, a smile on her face as she turned toward him on a barstool, his hand on her thigh—

“Would you like your cards read, my dears?”

Nellie and Torrance both slowed to a stop. An older woman with kind, dark eyes stood outside a stall toward the end of the alley. Nellie looked up at the sign overhead; in bright neon letters it read in English, “PSYCHIC TAROT PALMISTRY TEA LEAVES.” Her brow furrowed in confusion. This stall hadn’t been there any of the previous times she’d walked through here.

Torrance hesitated. “Oh, I don’t know—”

But the woman cut her off. “Yes, come. You especially need a love reading; I can tell from your aura.”

She beckoned them into the stall. Torrance and Nellie exchanged an uncertain glance.

“Come, come!” the woman repeated. “You want to know if you and your partner are too incompatible, yes?”

Torrance’s eyes widened. Nellie could see her overthinking it in real time.

“Okay, that’s a really general statement,” she quietly attempted to assuage her.

“There’s no need to be afraid,” the woman said. “The cards will only tell you what you need to hear.”

Torrance and Nellie tapped eyes again. “Yeah, that’s what worries me,” Torrance muttered under her breath; but she moved forward into the stall. Nellie followed. She had to admit, she was intrigued—and there was something comforting about the old woman’s presence.

There wasn’t much to her set-up; just a small folding table covered by a woven tapestry with one chair on one side and two on the other, a neatly stacked deck of tarot cards set in the middle. An electric tea kettle and paper cups sat in the corner, presumably for those who wished to have their tea leaves read. They all sat down around the table. The woman looked at Torrance first.

“All I need are your name and the name of your partner, nothing more.”

Torrance shifted; so they were jumping right into it. Her voice wavered a bit as she answered. “Um, I’m Torrance, and my boyfriend’s given name is Taiji.”

The woman hummed as she nodded and reached for the cards. She held them intentionally in her hands for a moment, her eyes closed, focused; and then she reopened them and started to shuffle. Overhand, varying her pace—sometimes quick, sometimes slow—until one of the cards popped out from the pile, making itself known. She laid it facedown on the table, and then repeated the process two more times. When she was done, she set the rest of the cards off to the side. The air in the room seemed to thicken as she did.

“This is a traditional three-card love spread,” she explained, deliberately pronouncing each word. “Many people think, ‘the more cards, the better.’ But with too many cards, the message can become muddy and lost. A three-card spread cuts right to the heart of the situation.”

She placed her finger on the card on the right. “This card represents you.” She moved to the card on the left. “This card represents your partner.” Finally, she put her finger on the card in the middle. “And this card represents your relationship together.”

“Okay,” Torrance breathed, nervous. But the woman smiled at her, and even though her mouth was hidden behind her mask they could see it in her eyes, sympathetic and kind.

“Again, the cards will not tell you anything you do not need to hear,” she repeated; and then, without warning, she flipped over the card on the right. It displayed a striking graphic image of an angel pouring water between two cups. At the bottom, it read in capital letters, TEMPERANCE.

“Ah, a major arcana card!” she noted. “This is an important message.”

Torrance’s brow furrowed with anxiety. The woman went on.

“Now, the card looks upright to you because we are sitting opposite one another. But because I am the one doing the reading, it is reversed. And Temperance reversed indicates that you must look inward first before you can move forward.”

Nellie glanced at Torrance out of the corner of her eye. She fidgeted in her seat again, the corners of her mouth turned down. But she remained quiet, interested in what else the woman had to say. And so, she continued.

“Something is imbalanced in your life, and you must think about what it is that you truly want. Not anyone else—you. It is the only way to find harmony again.”

Torrance went rigid. Clearly, the woman’s words resonated with her; perhaps too much.

“It’s not a bad card,” Nellie cut in. “It’s just saying you should take a step back and figure things out. You’re doing that now.”

The woman smiled. “Your friend is right. And if you’re doing this, you are already on the forward path.”

Torrance nodded in understanding. “Okay,” she said again.

“Let’s see Taiji’s card now…” The woman reached for the left card and flipped it over. It pictured a robed king holding a longsword in his hands: the KING OF SWORDS.

The woman considered the card for a few seconds. And then she asked, “Does Taiji have very high standards?”

“Yes,” Nellie immediately commented. Torrance rolled her eyes; but she didn’t disagree.

“Yeah, he does,” she dolefully confirmed. “For everything.”

The woman nodded. “The King of Swords is someone who is very controlled and ambitious, and sometimes that can come off as…” she fluttered her fingers, searching for the right word. “Overbearing—cold—especially in relationships, as they tend to be reserved in showing their emotions. To them, love means pushing their partner to do and be their very best, and they desire someone who will do the same for them. When the two partners are aligned in this concept, it makes for a very strong and beneficial relationship.

“But,” she pointed meaningfully back at the Temperance card. “Do not forget what Temperance has told you. If your desires and needs don’t align with Taiji’s, then it will benefit neither of you.”

Torrance gnawed on the inside of her lip. Nellie couldn’t think of a positive way to spin that message.

“Alright,” the woman said with a single nod. “Now, your relationship together…”

She flipped over the middle card. A knight sat atop a gallant horse, a cup in his outstretched hand. The KNIGHT OF CUPS.

“Hm,” the woman remarked.

“What?” Torrance asked, leaning forward, an edge of panic to her voice. “What does that mean?”

The woman thought for a beat. “Well,” she began, “the Knight of Cups could mean one of two things here, both very positive. First, it could indicate that you and Taiji will take the positive actions necessary for you to move forward together as a couple… or, alternatively, it could represent someone new coming into your life. Someone much more emotionally in-tune with your needs than the King of Swords.”

Nellie snapped her eyes at Torrance. She sat frozen, shocked; but Nellie swore it looked like someone specific had popped into her head.

The woman noticed it, too. “Ah… is there someone else already who could be the Knight of Cups?”

“What?” Torrance reacted. “No,” she shook her head, cleared her throat. “I’m just surprised. This is… eye-opening, for sure.”

The woman smiled again, her dark eyes wrinkling at the corners. “Good! That is the cards’ entire purpose! And now, we will see what they have to say to you.”

Nellie snapped to attention. That meant her.

“You are single, yes?” the woman asked. “Newly single.”

Goosebumps prickled over Nellie’s skin. How had she figured that? “About three months now, yeah,” she returned.

“Mm,” the woman hummed and nodded again. “Then you have a choice. Either I can do a general love reading, or, if there is someone specific on your mind,” she said this as if she already knew, “you can give me their name and I will do a reading like your friend’s.”

Nellie hesitated, a lump in her throat. If Zack knew she was doing this, he would give her so much shit. He was a hardline atheist; he didn’t believe in anything but provable facts, something that had been a point of contention in their relationship. She had always believed in something more, some force bigger than herself.

And she wanted to know.

“His name is Zack.”

The woman picked up the deck. “And yours?”

“Oh. Nellie.”

“Thank you,” the woman nodded, and she started to shuffle.

The first card popped out almost immediately; she pulled it from the deck and laid it on the right. A few seconds later, the second card emerged, and she laid it on the left. Not long after, the final card seemed to jump from the deck of its own volition. The woman laughed lightly to herself as she placed it in the center.

“That was quick.”

Nellie rubbed clammy palms on her legs. She didn’t know if that was a good or bad sign.

The woman reached for the first card. “Your card,” she said; and as she flipped it over, Nellie was struck by the imagery. A large red heart pierced through its center by three swords, storm clouds in the background.

She scoffed to herself. That was a little on-the-nose.

“Ah… the Three of Swords reversed,” the woman noted. “You are having trouble moving on from the relationship that recently ended.”

It was a statement, not a question. Nellie stiffened. “You could say that,” she quietly returned.

“Mm,” the woman hummed again. “It is not so bad, though. The Three of Swords indicates that you need to go through this period of grieving to move forward. But you must be careful not to live in that grief and get stuck. You must keep yourself open to what lies ahead.”

But what lies ahead? Nellie wanted to ask. Maybe the cards would tell her.

“Now Zack’s card,” the woman continued. She picked up the left card and flipped it over. A knight charged forward on a horse, a staff in his hand. At the bottom, it read KNIGHT OF WANDS—and like Nellie’s card, it was reversed.

“He’s the person you recently broke up with, yes?” the woman asked.

Nellie blanched. How did she keep doing that? “Yeah,” she confirmed. “After almost two years. We moved here together in January and then… yeah.” She looked down, surprised at her candor. Maybe she’d just needed to say it.

The woman studied her a beat longer before looking back down at the card. “Like the King of Swords in the previous reading, the Knight of Wands is highly ambitious. But he is more impulsive than disciplined. He struggles with impatience, and sometimes fails to think before he speaks.”

“Do you know Zack personally?” Nellie quipped. The woman’s eyes crinkled in amusement before she continued.

“However, because the card is reversed, it indicates that he’s been feeling very frustrated. There are obstacles in his way, ones he cannot control, and he’s unsure how to proceed. Additionally, his frustration might not have anything to do with your relationship at all, but it affected it nonetheless. He must reconcile all this before he can move forward to what he wants.”

Nellie curled her hands into fists on her legs. There had been extraneous strains on her and Zack’s relationship that had played a factor in their break-up, of that there was no doubt. Living together for the first time in a foreign country where neither of them spoke the language, in the midst of a fucking pandemic, unable to do their job, the thing they loved, the thing that had brought them together in the first place. It had piled up on top of them, and they’d broken under the weight of it all.

“Does this resonate with you?” the woman asked. Again, Nellie had a sense that she already knew the answer.

“Yeah, it does,” she said. “But I don’t know if I’m part of what he wants.”

The woman’s eyes sparkled. “Well, let’s see if the final card will tell us.”

She reached for the third and final card, and Nellie reflexively held her breath as she watched her flip it over. The first thing she noticed was the bright red background. Then, a man and a woman, each holding a cup in their hand, the man reaching out toward the woman. TWO OF CUPS, it read.

“I believe you are part of what he wants,” the woman said. “The Two of Cups. This a soulmate card, my dear.”

* * * *

Nellie tried to pay the woman for the readings, but she refused the money. “The spirits had me seek you out,” she said. Nellie didn’t argue. She just thanked her and practically ran out of the stall, her head spinning.

Soulmates? Her and Zack? Please. She didn’t even think he believed in the concept.

“Wait up!” Torrance called as they exited the alleyway. Nellie spotted the 7-Eleven up ahead and started walking faster. Torrance had to jog to catch up with her. “Well, that was intense,” she remarked.

Nellie didn’t respond.

“Nell.”

“What?”

“That woman just said you and Zack are soulmates, and you’re clearly feeling some type of way about it.”

They came to an intersection, and Nellie jabbed the crosswalk button with her fingers. “She also said that card didn’t necessarily signify romantic soulmates.”

“Okay, but that was a love reading.”

Nellie kept her gaze trained on the crosswalk signal, willing it to change. “It was probably a bunch of bullshit,” she dismissed.

But Torrance shrugged a shoulder. “I don’t know, she seemed pretty intuitive to me.”

“Oh yeah?” Nellie returned. “Who’s the Knight of Cups?”

She looked probingly down at her. Torrance blanched. “Okay fine, we won’t talk about it.”

* * * *

But long after they’d returned to the apartment, loaded up with ice cream, Japanese pastries, and more wine, Nellie still couldn’t stop thinking about it. And then, two more glasses deep and well into a Netflix binge session, she got a text. From Zack.

Are you free?

She nudged Torrance and wordlessly showed her the message. Her eyes bulged.

“Now he chooses to mince words?”

Nellie rolled her eyes. “I’m telling him I’m not,” she said and started to type back—but Torrance stopped her.

“No, don’t! You two need to talk.”

Nellie’s brow furrowed in disagreement. “I’m not leaving you here by yourself to go talk to Zack.”

“What, don’t trust me with your stuff?” she joked.

“That’s not—”

“I know,” Torrance interjected. “And seriously, I’ll be fine. Please go talk to him. We don’t both need to be miserable tonight.”

Nellie ran an uncertain hand through her hair. On the contrary, there was no guarantee that talking to Zack wouldn’t just make her more miserable. But Torrance was right. They did need to talk.

“Fine,” she said. “But I’m coming back.”

She didn’t bother changing, but she did pull her long, dark hair out from its messy bun and comb it out with her fingers, double-checking in the bathroom mirror that she looked decent, and then she was out the door. Zack lived two buildings over in the same complex, in what used to be their apartment. Nellie admitted it wasn’t ideal still living so close to him, but options were limited in the current market, and she hadn’t wanted to overstay her welcome with Torrance and Ishimori. Besides, she liked this neighborhood; she was familiar with it. She needed that more than ever right now.

Less than five minutes and she was at his door. She’d never responded to his text, she realized, but it was just as well. He wanted to see her; at least, it had sounded like he did. So, she raised her hand and knocked.

It wasn’t long before Zack answered. He seemed surprised to see her. “So I guess you are free, then?”

A swell of embarrassment flushed Nellie’s face. She was wrong, she shouldn’t have just showed up. Maybe he’d just wanted to talk on the phone, over text—not face-to-face. She must look like an overeager fool.

“Sorry, I should’ve—”

“No,” he cut her off with a shake of his head. “Come in.”

He pulled the door open further, and she gave him a tight smile and moved inside. Soft music floated out from the record player in the corner of the living room; a half-full glass of beer sat on the coffee table. So he’d been drinking, too.

“Do you want anything to drink?”

She looked back at him as he shut the door. “Um, water, actually. I had some wine and I’m starting to get a headache.”

“Ah,” he smirked. “Wine drunk. So that explains you just turning up.”

He disappeared into the kitchen, and Nellie let out a breath. She needed to relax. She moved around to the couch and sank down into the cushions, listening to the music. It was one of Zack’s favorite bands; they’d seen them live in England before all this. She’d gotten him that record player for Christmas. It made her wonder what was going through his head before he’d texted her.

“Here you go.”

Zack reappeared with a glass of ice water. She thanked him and took a long drink as he sat down next to her. It wasn’t until she set the glass atop a coaster on the coffee table and sat back that she realized how close they were.

“So were you just drinking by yourself?” he asked. Cheeky like always.

Nellie pursed her lips. “Not that that would be anything to judge someone for these days... but no. Torrance is over.”

Zack’s brow furrowed. “She is over? And you just left?”

“She practically shoved me out the door, trust me,” Nellie returned, and the implication was obvious: she’d told Torrance what had happened. The mood shifted like the needle on the record player to the next track on the vinyl. There was no avoiding it now.

“So, why’d you want to know if I was free?” she opened.

He laughed shortly. “Is it not obvious?”

“No, it is,” she said. And then, more quietly, “Where’s your head at?”

Zack sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “Honestly, I don’t know, Nell. But it shouldn’t have happened, should it?”

Nellie’s heart dropped to her stomach. She felt the same didn’t she? Then why did it hurt so much hearing him say it? “I guess not,” she returned.

“I’m not saying that I regret it,” he quickly clarified. “I don’t, at all. Nell, I would take you to my bed right now.”

“But?”

“But. There’s a reason we broke up. Reasons, plural.”

Nellie’s nose burned. She thought of the tarot reading again, the Knight of Wands reversed, all the outside stresses that they’d been under, that they were still under. She wanted to bring it up to him—the circumstances, not the tarot reading; he’d laugh her out of the apartment if she brought up the tarot reading—but it felt like it wouldn’t make a difference.

And yet. “What if the reasons were all extraneous?”

Zack looked confused. “What?”

She pivoted to face him on the couch, and her knee bumped his. “I mean, what if the reasons we broke up weren’t actually issues between us, but outside issues that affected us?”

He sighed again. “Nell, we were fighting about everything.”

“Yeah, because we were cooped up here together, unable to work, unable to go anywhere or do anything, really. You don’t think that maybe that had something to do with it, that maybe it was just the circumstances we were under and not actually us?”

“I’m sure it did have something to do with it, but what if it just sped up the inevitable?”

The air was knocked from Nellie’s lungs. Was that really how he felt? “Oh.” She was a fool.

“Darling,” Zack started—and then he caught himself, realized what he’d said. Nellie’s eyes steeled.

“Don’t call me that right now.” She stood up from the couch. “You’re right; it shouldn’t have happened.”

She started for the door.

“Nell—”

“I should get back to Torrance,” she said, and with that she walked out.

The Knight of Wands, his impulsiveness.

The Three of Swords, its necessary heartbreak.

The Two of Cups—soulmates.

Nellie wanted to believe that maybe there was something to it. But it felt like it was all just bullshit.

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afriendlyblackhottie · 4 years ago

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Superstar

Summary: the secret is finally out, but something is off.

Request: can we get an update on Chris and black popstar!reader

Pairings: Chris Evans x Black!Popstar!Reader

Warnings: minors dni, smut, swearing, make up sex, girl on top, Daddy kink,

(A/N: I can’t believe I finally figured this thing out. It took me forever ugh. But I’m happy with how it ended up. Like really really really happy. Please like follow and reblog 💜 ✌🏾)

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“It’s fine,” you replied. Which obviously meant it was not fine.

Chris sighed as you looked away from the screen. “It’s not. I’m sorry, but I have interviews and events back to back. I’m trying.”

“Are you?” You finally looked back at him, furrowing your perfectly threaded brows.

“You know I am,” he said. “I promise I’ll come see you soon.”

You rolled your eyes. He bit his tongue. Refraining from telling you to behave. This didn’t feel like the time for that. He didn’t wanna upset you more. “You keep saying that but every time you push it back. I always come see you, but it’s never the other way around.” You went off. Clearly this had been something you’d been holding in. “You know what I gotta go. I’ll just talk to you later.”

It had honestly felt like a gut punch. Despite everything that’s been going on, the two of you had never really fought. Sure there was one time you’d gotten into a “disagreement” over something dumb once but it was over in like a second. This time felt different.

He was busy, you were busy. Distance is fucking hard. He was so proud of you and it made him feel guilty that he wasn’t really there with you.

Still he was really trying. He bought you flowers all the time. Texted you as much as he could. Fuck the two of you were at least in the same time zone so you could always FaceTime before bed.

When everyone found out there was this weird lull for a minute. Things just felt off. Maybe because of all the sudden attention and the way everyone seemed to be analyzing every move, but it was hard. But it didn’t matter. Because despite the weird slut shamey comments from too many people, the constant speculation about your sex lives, this weird tarot reading situation that people kept tagging you in, and obviously you ended up getting the brunt of most of the bullshit, you stuck through it.

There was one set of fans that was totally over the fucking moon. Then there was this other for both of you. The hate always seemed to happen for the same reason. Either way it was worse for you.

You always kept up a happy face though. That even though you’d bitch about the dumb shit they’d say you also read so much nice stuff. The even after that weird fucking segment from a dork that leaves his wife with a dry ass pussy and a few of the other fucking weirdos in that particular group of fuck wholes, you were okay. Everyone told him to not respond even though he wanted to so bad. But he was dying to say something, but he promised you so he refrained.

You were obviously right. It mostly died down. Of course there was this one particular dickhead that seemed to obsess over it. Even that became easy to ignore at some point. Not like you hadn’t kind of expected something.

Honestly it felt weird. Like he was worried about you. About how it was affecting you. If this was good for you. If he was good for you. Then the other part of him never wanted to leave your side. He just loved you.

Then a fucking bomb dropped. At first you rolled your eyes. Even laughed. It was like who the fuck cares where he thinks. It’s just then it’s became a discourse on twitter. On if it was fair for you to move on. It was such bullshit.

It was easy to mute certain words online and filtering as much as you could. Still not wanting to disrupt your happiness just because some jealous asshole had some dumb shit to say. It would have been fine if it didn’t end up in every interview you did.

Your album had finally dropped. Which came the press tour. Everyone heard about how you’d reworked it and it was so obvious he was why. Everyone felt the need to comment on it.

Of course he was asked questions about you. Everyone wanted to know as much as they could. He couldn’t even go to the grocery store without someone asking. Not to mention the way people would get when they saw you together.

It still didn’t compare to the absolute scrutiny you received. The way they’d dissect you. Everyone just running with a bullshit narrative that you’d led him on only to get with Chris and ghost.

Which wasn’t even true. You’d seen him at a few events. Got photographed together and suddenly everyone was running with that like it was true. Then a few days later there you were with him. Flirting with him on camera. Then letting him take you home so you could smoke and fuck.

Then the way you got caught. It just wasn’t a good look right after scrapping the album that was about him. Chris had read the lyrics. He hated that you ever had to feel like that. Not to say the entire thing was dedicated to your breakup, but after you’d done it all over it just wasn’t the same. Your heart was in it more. And people noticed. Despite the drama you were blowing the fuck up.

He was never the type to be in drama before. This was all new to him. Sure people speculated on his relationships. Hell there’d been speculation with his current costar. Fans and gossip blogs always did shit like that. He knew that. Hell he expected that kind of stuff to happen.

It was just that something was off and he realized that. Suddenly days that should have been scheduled together had been not happening. Something wasn’t right.

He knew he’d made sure to take those specific days off to see you on tour. It’s not like this was the first time he’d seen you. You tended to get more days off so you managed to make more time. Staying in bed for as long as you could. He fucking missed that. So yes he hopped on the fastest flight he could get.

The whole time there he was doing everything he could try and get a ticket. Not totally sure how to since it seemed like you were sold out.

He didn’t wanna be a fucking douche bag. Go up to someone like let me in I’m Captain America. You’d think he was a fucking dork. Well he could go up there and say hey I’m Chris Evans your boyfriend. Maybe he was still on the list.

Well he was going to have to look like an asshole because he had this big ass bouquet. Just hoping maybe it wasn’t too late. God his management and everything were about to be pissed, but he’d handle it. It’s just that ever since he met you, it felt like you belonged in his life. He wasn’t ready to lose that.

The thought had made him sick. It was like hey asshole. Either he got his shit together or he’d lose you. His fucking person. You were it him. And breaking up wasn’t an option if he could help it. Even if some tough decisions will have to be made.

Yeah he knew everyone would be pissed, but it was just something he’d have to deal with. It’s not like this has been a habit. It’s just that this time had been a little too long. Especially with all the problems going on.

If anything now that he was coming today he was here earlier. Which meant he could spend more time with you. Say sorry in your section of the bus. Get a hotel when you could.

“Hey, Chris!” Your tour manager greeted him with this fake ass smile.

“Hey,” he said probably sounding more nervous than he wanted to. He just wanted to see you already. “Is she already on stage?”

Your manager sighed then groaned. “See we just calmed her down. We feel like you being here might upset her more so-“

“What?” He asked with a raised eyebrow, side eyeing them as they’d rambled on. “You realize I’m her boyfriend, right?”

They bit their tongue and made a face before scrunching up their nose. “I’m aware,” they replied. “It’s just that we don’t need her having problems right before she goes on stage.”

It’s not that he didn’t get that, but fuck. If it was that bad he could make it better!

“There’s nothing I can do,” they replied with a shrug.

Yeah see that wasn’t going to work for him. He doesn’t know what the fuck was going on but he was getting the fuck inside. Whatever games everyone was playing was not keeping him from his girl.

He sighed and took his phone out. Considering he wanted to surprise you, at least he knew one person here that didn’t hate him.

“Why didn’t you just text me first!” Your best friend rolled her eyes.

Chris chuckled feeling relieved. If she didn’t hate him. You didn’t hate him. “I know. I should have. I just thought you’d be mad at me.”

“Look, you’re here. Her last dude would have never hopped on a plane for her like that.” She shrugged. “I like that about you.”

“Yeah I’m trying. It’s just… I feel like our schedules never line up anymore, but that’s okay I’m gonna talk to my team and tell them they can’t just add things without speaking to me first anymore,” he rambled on.

Chris almost missed the way she glared at your tour manager. “Yeah, that’ll be a start at least.”

Watching you in the studio had been magical to say the least. You looked so fucking cute all serious and energetic. Like you were so in love with what you were doing. He’d never been like this before. Honestly he felt like a fan girl.

You sang a lot at home. Like when you’d be fiddling around with different melodies or lyrics. Sometimes with acoustic guitar accompanying it. Then other times piano. There’d been a few times where you’d play together. Not that he was at your level.

Those were some of his favorite moments. They seemed to be yours too because you’d giggle and bite your lip. Then you’d always end up on his lap. Kissing and grinding on him. But this? This was not the same.

You were in your element. And the crowd was probably just as pumped as he was. It’s not like you were the first famous woman he’d dated, but it was never like this. Something about you in that spotlight in your knee high boots and little costume. You were so fucking perfect. All made up. You looked like a fucking star. And you had no idea he was right there.

Your fans were clearly feeling it. Screaming along to every song. You honestly looked like you were having the time of your life. This place was fucking packed. All for you. God he couldn’t believe he almost missed this.

You looked so fucking perfect. He felt like a fucking fan girl. He can’t believe he almost missed this.

You still hadn’t noticed him from where he was, but you were performing like it didn’t matter. That’s his girl.

By the time you saw him, you did a double take. Walking off stage for a wardrobe change. Jaw dropping as you saw him.

“Chris?” He could see you say even though he couldn’t hear you over the

As your lip poked out he couldn’t stop himself as he went to you. Pulling you into his arms before you could even react. It didn’t even matter that all these other people were around.

“What’re you doing here?” You asked, voice cracking.

“I couldn’t just let you be mad at me,” he said rubbing your back. You finally wrapped your arms around his waist and he sighed in relief.

“Did they let you in okay?” You asked. “I put you on the list.”

“Yeah? Even though I was being a dick?”

“I always put you on the list,” you replied.

He sighed and kissed the top of your head. Fuck he really needed to step up. “Y/N, outfit change,” your manager said.

“We’ll talk after?” You asked pulling away from him.

“Yeah of course. You sounded amazing by the way.”

“Think so?”

“Of course I did,” he said with a smile before pecking your lips again. His eyes connecting with your manager’s who sneered at him as you finally went on your way.

It didn’t take long for you to be back into it. Up on stage putting in work. He doesn’t know how you did all of that. In heels.

He was genuinely bummed out when it was over. Then you were back in his arms giggling as he placed kisses all over your face. He actually couldn’t believe you were his girl. That you were this fucking amazing.

After the meet and greet and some other stuff the two of you finally got to be alone. Getting a hotel so the two of you could be alone. Honestly he was waiting for you to do something. Scream at him maybe.

Instead you let him hold you in the shower. A silence falling over you. Just wanting to be with you. Fuck he felt like such a fucking asshole still. At least he knew things weren’t broken.

Now you were sitting on his lap. Still clinging to him. Wearing his shirt while all he wore was a pair of boxers and a t-shirt. As much as he was enjoying having you so close he couldn’t not say anything. “I still wanna talk about this,” he said.

“Me too,” you replied, before getting ready to scoot off of him. Before you could he just wrapped an arm around your waist to hold you still.

Chris put his hand under your chin. Lifting it up so he could swipe his lips across yours. “It’s okay,” he whispered nuzzling his nose to yours. “We can be close.”

You nodded with your lip trembling. Resting your head against his strong chest. Sniffling as he placed kisses on your forehead.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered.

“Me too.”

“No it’s all me, okay. I’m gonna get down to the bottom of it.”

“What do you mean?” You asked. Eyes all welled up with tears.

Chris sat back. Wanting to get really comfortable like this. He just fucking wanted to hold you. “I don’t know. It’s like they sprung it up at me. I feel like it keeps happening.” He rubbed your thigh just trying to relax you. “It feels like the time I schedule with you always ends up getting changed around.”

“Do you think it’s someone on your team?”

“It could be,” he confessed.

“But, like, how? Why?” You were all teary. “Do they not like me?”

He sighed. “I dunno, Baby. It’s okay I’ll take care of it.”

You nodded. “I’m sorry for hanging up on you.”

“No, don’t you even,” he scoffed before kissing your cheek. “I deserved it.”

“I don’t care. I’m supposed to talk to you, I shouldn’t have-“

“Hey, hey, hey,” he cut you off as the tears finally started slipping out. “It’s okay,” he whispered. “Besides it’s what made me get off my ass. I couldn’t handle you being mad at me.”

“I just wanted to see you.”

“I know. That’s why I’m here.” He didn’t stop kissing your face. He hadn’t been able to do shit like this I’m too long. “I’m sorry for making you cry.”

“It’s okay,” you replied

He sighed contentedly and you sat up a little so that you could wrap your arms around his neck. Moving so you could straddle his lap. Putting your head into the crook of his neck. You wanted him close. And he was more than happy to wrap you up in his arms.

“I love you,” you whispered.

“I love you more.”

You looked up at him with those watery eyes, his heart feeling like it was about to explode. He couldn’t let you go. Not when he saw the future in your eyes. Fuck.

Chris knew he loved you. He’d taken one look at you and said oh that’s wifey before you even met. Then when you did. He couldn’t take his eyes off of you. He’d be damned if someone ruined this. He’d get to the bottom of it. He had to. For you. He couldn’t picture life without you.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I don’t like fighting with you.”

“I don’t like fighting with you either,” you replied with a chuckle as you sniffled, pulling away so you could look him in the face.

He half smiled, putting his hands over your hips. Moving to your ass to palm you and then back. You giggled and frowned. Before you could protest he pressed his lips to yours. Needing you close.

You wrapped your arms around him again. He pressed his lips to yours finally. This time not wanting to let go. There was this desperation. It had been to long. Longer than you usually go. Now that all the crying was out of the way now he could work on showing you just how sorry he was.

Strong arms wrapped around your waist. Putting you on his lap. Making you straddle him. Cupping your ass in his hands. Making you move up and down on his lap. Grinding your pussy against him.

You seemed to be just as needy as he was. He understood. First fight and all. Both of you wanted to put it in the past.

“Daddy,” you gasped into his mouth after he grabbed your bare ass this time. Could feel his dick getting hard. Pressing into your inner thigh.

Kissing got deeper. Tongues moving against each other’s. There was this warmth in his chest. Fuck he needed you.

His fingers going down to your pussy lips. Chuckling to himself as he remember that you hadn’t worn panties. You gasped again, but this time he kept you there. Not even letting you take a moment to relax. Pussy juices dripping onto him his fingers like honey.

Fuck you were oozing. Ready for him and only him. So many man would kill to be able to touch between your thighs. He was the only one allowed to though. Your pussy was his. You were his.

He pushed all the thoughts of what he needed to do out of his mind. All of that could wait until later. He didn’t wanna think about that when he was fucking your pussy with his fingers.

It had been a minute since he’d been inside of you. He needed to stretch you out a little. Needed to make sure you could take him. Wanted to take care of your pussy until you were cumming all over him. His little star. He had to take care of you.

With that he hurried up so he could get buried inside of you. Pushing in so deep and watching your face get all screwed up. Keeping you on top. Little pussy hugging his cock because he was still way too much for you.

At this point in your relationship, he knew exactly what to do to get you turned on. Not like he even had to do much. It was like the both of you were just fucking always ready. Nothing else mattered when you were alone.

Shit.

“Please don’t stop,” your whimpered. Knocking him out of his thoughts. He smiled up at you before kissing you again.

“That’s it,” he whispered. “That’s my girl. Look so pretty when you take my dick. Always take it so well.”

“I missed taking your dick,” you whimpered.

He stood up making you scream out as l cock dick impaled you deeply. Pussy clenching around him as you clung to him. Nails scratching against his flesh. Good he loved how you did that.

He’d wanted to take you over to the bed so he could fuck you right, but this was okay. He could fuck you like this. Holding you up in his strong arms. Moving you just like how he needed to.

“Fuck me, Daddy!” You cried. “Oh my god. You’re so fucking big! You’re gonna make me cum!”

“That’s it. Cum for me,” he said. “Fucking cum. Now.”

You buried your face into his neck as he helped you work through it. Still holding you up. Moving you how he needed you. Needing to get it all the way out of you. Fuck it the bed would have to wait.

He laid you down on the couch. Standing over you so he could pump in and out of you. Moving his hips in a certain way with your legs around his waist. Going deeper and deeper.

“Chris, Ch-ris! Ah, ah, ah.”

“That’s it.” he groaned. “Say my name. My favorite girl. Gonna love you for fucking ever. You hear me?”

“Uh huh,” you whimpered all breathily. “I love you.”

“I love you more,” he groaned. “Gonna marry you. Make you my wife. Only pussy I’m gonna fuck for the rest of my life.” Fuck he couldn’t stop. It’s like the words were spilling from this lips.

All you could do is look at him with teary eyes. Still unable to really say what you wanted as he drives into you. You were his. You were fucking his. And he was going to make sure every fucking person knew that even you.

Eyes rolling to the back of your head again as you came. Pussy clenching around him so tight it triggered his own orgasm. Shooting deep inside of you.

He rode it out. Making sure you were good until he finally picked you up so he could tuck you under the covers. Getting comfortable beside you. Wanting to be close to you. Trying to wrap his head around what he’d confessed while balls deep inside of you. And that he meant every single word.

Spending the rest of the night wrapped up in you. Not letting you go until morning so you could at least get a little sleep. You still had to get up and get to the next venue. All that mattered right now things between you were god. He could figure out the rest later.

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titan-fodder · 4 years ago

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The Sun You Set

Pairing: Hitoshi Shinsou x Reader

Rating: M (mature; mdni)

Word Count: ~14K

Tags/Warnings: alternate universe - fairies, fem reader, grief, loss of a loved one, unspecified illness, mourning/coping, depression, light sexual content, hurt/comfort

Summary: Hidden by the trees and muted by beautiful, beating wings, you learn about love, loss, and the passage of time.

A/N: I don't know a ton about the fae other than some light research, and I did put a few of my own twists on them which I hope isn't disrespectful. This idea just popped into my head at the perfect time, and I took it as a sign. I needed to write this.

To Nyki: Thank you for sharing your love, passion, and inspiration with me even when you're gone. I miss you every day.

~♡~

What happened to the birds?

You remember the question repeating in your mind over and over as you stood in her apartment for the first time after.

There was nothing out of the ordinary. The TV remote was still sitting on the arm of the couch, a paperback book open and upside-down on the coffee table, a throw blanket piled on the floor where it had slipped from a cushion. There were dishes in the sink. A load of laundry in the dryer and a pile to be washed sitting outside of the open closet door.

What happened to the birds?

The cage was still there. Pressed against the wall, tiny feathers at the bottom, some strewn about the floor beneath the thin, steel bars. There was a bit of food left in their bowl, their little swing rocking back and forth despite being unoccupied.

Did someone take them in? Family, another friend, maybe a coworker? Or were they let go of? Could the little lovebirds you’d gotten so used to seeing and hearing be flying overhead unbeknownst to you?

As you helped tidy up—sorting through belongings, crying, smiling, and being so full of hurt you thought you’d explode, you couldn’t help but wonder… What happened to the birds?

That was six months ago.

The apartment has since been emptied and rented out. You have a few of her things—things she’d want you to have, things she wanted you to be interested in—tucked away in a safe place in your own home. Books and crystals, a couple decks of tarot cards, and little DIY projects she started but wasn’t given the chance to finish.

The mystery of the lovebirds was never solved. You’d asked a few people who were just as confused and curious as you, but eventually, the worry drifted to the back of your mind, too focused on making it to the next day to dwell on what seemed like a small issue in comparison.

Your life has gone back to normal. For the most part. You still think of your dear friend every single day, and when you do, that feeling of being soaked in ice water chills you to the bone all over again. The difference is that now you can power through. The difference is that now you can save your tears for the shower. The difference is that now everyone expects you to be okay.

You aren’t, but you can fake it.

And, over time, you’ve learned a few coping skills. Breathing techniques, the best modes of escapism, etc. What helps the most, though, is finding things that make you feel close to her again—watching her favorite shows and movies, listening to her favorite songs, reading her favorite books, and researching the parts of her life you knew about but never understood.

She’d always had an interest in the supernatural—practiced witchcraft, read tarot, and had a very particular interest in the fae.

That is why you are where you currently are: at the edge of the local park, staring into the trees that cast shadows over the swingset. It’s not a forest, just a small wooded area, one she spent a lot of time exploring. Sometimes you would text or call only for it not to go through until hours later. Sorry, I don’t get very good service in those woods. You asked her why she ever bothered going in there, just what was so interesting, but she’d just shrug her shoulders and tell you, venture inside and find out.

So this is you. Venturing. You have a bag slung over your shoulder filled with a few different necessities—snacks, flashlight, a trowel, some seed packets, and a very interesting book about what you may run into if you’re open-minded. Your hands are also full, clutching onto something you never would have thought you’d hold so dearly: a fairy house. Small, made mostly of clay with some moss strategically placed on the walls. Tiny pebbles cover the roof, and the door was cut out from a piece of wood, round where it’s nestled at the front of the dwelling.

You’re impressed by the craftsmanship—she must have put hours into this—but not so much the purpose. There’s no way anything will come of it, no way you’ll come back to see little beings inside or even around it.

But, she obviously wanted to put it down somewhere, to give it to something, be it the trees or the creatures she believed in.

But she can’t now. So, you have to.

The book in your bag is a sort of guide to the fair folk—little tips and tricks, what to do and what not to do if you’re given the chance to interact. Some are kind and playful while others are tricky and malicious. You’re not convinced you’ll run into any, but if you just so happen to, you know which kind you’d prefer to meet.

There’s a small pocket of your bag that’s easy to reach into, stuffed with little stones—some painted, some naturally bright and shimmering—and as you slowly make your way through the trees and brush, you begin leaving a trail of them. You drop some on the ground, set a couple on low branches. On top of a mushroom. In the middle of a sturdy bush. It’s both a path to you should anything wish to follow, and a path out of the woods, like bread crumbs only… shiny.

You don’t stop until you’re deep inside, hidden by trunks and branches, the echoes of nature around you, and this is when you realize that this little grove is bigger than you originally thought, feels bigger. It’s probably just a trick of your mind, the creeping darkness paired with the fact that you don’t know exactly where you are. As suspected, your cell service is dismal, but it’s okay. You’ll be okay. There haven’t been any reports of animal attacks in these parts in over a decade, so you’re not worried about that. There’s just that little nagging voice in the back of your head that tells you you should watch out for tiny tricksters who wish to whisk you away.

Impossible. You don’t believe in them. And, even if you did, why would they really want anything to do with you? There isn’t a single thing about you that could be considered welcoming. Even if you’re kneeling on the ground to place this tiny house at the base of a tree. Even if you’re planting seeds for colorful flowers that will one day sprout up around the clay walls. Even if you’re leaving a sparkling stone at the miniature doorstep.

All you’re doing is placating a need that was never and can never be spoken, hopefully bringing closure to yourself and the friend you lost.

“You're new.”

You startle hard enough to lose your grip on your trowel, the tool falling out of your hand and landing in the dirt with a soft thud. Neck prickling, you turn your head just enough to see a figure leaning against a thick tree trunk, arms crossed over its chest, head tilted to the side.

A male, tall and lean with unnatural violet hair that seems to shoot every which way. He’s dressed a little strangely, like he stepped out of a medieval play in his loose tunic and pants. Bare feet are speckled with dirt, but aside from that, he looks… clean—practically glowing even in the shade.

He’s beautiful.

“I—um—” You swallow, unwilling and unable to tear your eyes away from him as you murmur, “I haven’t been here before. Usually… Make it a point to stay out of places like this…”

He nods, and you see his gaze flick from your face to what you’re doing (what you were doing). “Then, what brings you here today?”

“This,” you motion to the dwelling then push yourself to stand.

“A fairy house?” He questions with a quirked eyebrow. He looks curious bordering on amused. “You believe in fairies?”

Shrugging your shoulders, you struggle to find the right words. I had a friend who did. The past tense hurts too much, though, and besides, outright denying it seems somehow disrespectful to her.

“I don’t know what to believe anymore.”

The man takes a step forward, and you fight the instinct to back up, not that it lasts long as a beam of sunlight that shines through the canopy catches his face. There’s a radiance about his skin, like the gleam of the moon only during daylight hours. Even more striking are his eyes, nearly the same shade as his hair but with white pupils. You’ve never seen anything like it before, never imagined what that might look like, but it’s extraordinary and unnerving.

Otherworldly.

As if he knows what you’re thinking, you see the man toss something up in the air and catch it again, repeating the action absentmindedly, and you realize it’s one of the stones you left behind, a piece of quartz crystal you found on the beach months ago and decided to keep only to part with it today.

You begin to put things together, doubting yourself every step of the way. He doesn’t look like any of the pictures in the books, is much larger than you’d expected. There are no wings in sight, but—but—there’s something off about him, an energy you can’t quite place and can’t tell if you like or not. It’s not malevolent, but it doesn’t feel safe either.

Heart beating too quickly in your chest, you ask, or really begin to ask, “Are you…”

“Smart girl,” he grins, catching the stone for the last time then sticking it in his pocket. “What gave it away?”

“My imagination, probably,”

He hums thoughtfully, staring for a moment before moving on. “What’s your name?”

For the first time all day, maybe all week, your lips lift in a small smile. “Nope.”

“Nope?” He repeats. “That’s a strange name,” but his mouth is also curving. “For someone who doesn’t know what to believe, you’ve done your research.”

“Yeah, well, I was warned, I guess.”

You still can’t tell if you’re in danger or not, and you glance around to see if you’d be able to make a break for it with any kind of success. If you’re being honest with yourself, it’d probably take you a while to find your way out even if you weren’t being chased by something, so your chances are not high, and considering what he claims to be, you have a feeling he knows these woods like the back of his hand.

“Are you scared?” He pries, posture relaxed, non-threatening, bizarre eyes inquisitive.

Sighing, you lean against the nearest tree, careful of the house you’ve just secured. “If my research is anything to go by, not as scared as I should be.”

He looks at you, scrutinizes as if trying to figure something out, then eventually states, “You’re sad.”

You laugh only to mimic him, “What gave it away?”

Expression softening, he moves forward again, still open, still benign. “Would you like to talk about it?”

It’s an unusual offer coming from a stranger—would you like to talk about it, would you like me to listen—but when you go to shake your head, your mouth opens and you blurt, “I lost a friend.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” he responds, handsome face pinching into something sore.

“This—” you point down at the fairy house, “—that was hers, and she never… I’m doing it for her. She used to come here all the time, and I just wanted to—to—”

“Feel close to her again?” He supplies.

You nod, the lump you’ve grown so accustomed to lodging itself in your throat. “Yeah.”

“There’s nothing wrong with that.”

It’s such a simple thing to tell someone, something any decent person would believe, but it’s still nice to hear, nice to be validated. You’ve been so worried about what others would think if they knew how stagnant you’ve been, how you refuse to move on, but right now in these woods, there is no judgment.

Granted, he doesn’t know all the details, doesn’t know it’s been six months and you still have days where you can’t stop crying, but no one knows that. No one but you.

“Thanks,” you manage. “You don’t have to do that, though. I’m sure you have other… fae business to attend to.”

He chuckles, a grin morphing his face into that of an angel’s, and the lump in your throat is replaced by the breath that hitches there.

“I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t mean it,” he informs you. “And, between you and me, there’s not a whole lot to do in these woods.”

“No? No pranks to play or humans to lead astray?”

His smile fades, and it makes your stomach flip. There’s no look of ill-intent on his face, nothing that has you feeling fearful, but your pulse still quickens when he admits, “That was my original plan when I first saw you.” You swallow. “But… You’re already lost. In more ways than one.”

“Oh, and that takes the fun out of it?”

“Somewhat,” he chuckles.

You roll your eyes, deeming it safe enough to take up your previous place on the ground, grabbing your trowel once more. You’re not extremely surprised when the stranger also sits a couple feet away from you.

“I’m Hitoshi,” he introduces.

“Nice to meet you. Still not telling you my name.”

A quiet laugh, then, “The right choice.”

For a while, the two of you just sit in silence. You have questions, yes, but not enough energy to ask them. There are probably many inaccuracies in the books you’ve read, but if you’re meant to learn the truth, learn about Hitoshi, you figure you will in time. Right now, all you want to do is finish planting these flowers.

You suppose you’ve done your job, lured the fae to you—and surprisingly quickly. She would be happy to know that, know that you’ve been proven wrong and that you have no choice but to believe in them now. The job is still unfinished, though, the tiny “yard” of sorts in need of more scaping, so you’ll complete the task and consider it a success.

Hitoshi eventually starts making idle conversation, mostly about the woods. He obviously knows better than to ask you for any personal details just like you know better than to give them. So he tells you about the trees and the shrubs and the fauna, his voice deep and calming, and you wonder if he’s doing it on purpose, getting you to let your guard down so that he can pounce.

You also wonder if you care.

You’ve felt empty for a long time now. Maybe being in peril is what you need to start feeling whole again—a dark thought, but grief is a dark thing.

The sun is slowly setting, the temperature falling, and after patting down the soil just right, you think it’s time.

“Looks good,” Hitoshi says. “I know a few others who’ll enjoy this place.”

“Seems a little small for you,” you comment.

“For me, yeah, but not everyone.” He runs his fingers over some of the moss on the house then glances at you and wiggles his eyebrows. “We come in all shapes and sizes.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

Hitoshi stands first, and you eye his hand when he extends it to you.

“It’s okay,” he assures. “You’re not just gonna fall under a spell at the touch of a finger.”

Even if you did, would that be so bad?

His skin is warm, an unfamiliar current seeming to pass from his to yours as you take hold of him and allow him to tug you upward. You mutter your thanks then swing your bag back over your shoulder, flashlight ready since it’s doubtful you’ll get back to the park before the sun fully sets.

“I can walk you out.”

“You make it seem like I’m leaving your home,” you huff out a laugh.

Hitoshi tilts his head the same way you saw when he first came upon you. “Aren’t you?”

“I doubt I’ve even seen the beginnings of your home.”

“Come back, and I’ll take you further in.”

You have to pick your feet up a little higher as you trudge through the woods, making sure not to trip over any roots or shrubs, and you can swear they’re thicker now than when you initially made your way. The leaves are louder as the rustle with the wind, chittering animals ringing out around you, sounding much too close, and you don’t realize how near you've gotten to Hitoshi until his hand wraps around yours again.

“I’ve got you.”

And, you believe him. For no real reason, you believe him.

Time dilates. It seems like it takes only a few minutes to get to the edge of the grove which doesn’t make any sense considering how much help you need as you stumble through the brush and startle at every little movement in the shadows of your flashlight. Your eyes finally adjust some when you step out of the trees, the sky opening up to display the full, bright moon hanging high above you.

Gently pulling your hand from Hitoshi’s, you hope you sound sincere when you thank him. Your voice and feelings in general have been falling flat a lot lately, so you hope he can somehow sense your gratitude.

“For what?”

“Sitting with me. Taking on the burdens of a stranger.”

“It’s been a while since I’ve spent time with a human. I forgot how fascinating you can be.”

“Yeah?”

“Fascinating and fragile.”

You pout but can’t exactly argue. Your heart was made of glass even before your friend passed away. Now that the glass has been cracked, a little tap in just the right place will shatter it completely.

“Glad I could provide some entertainment, then.”

“Not entertainment,” he shakes his head, that violet hair becoming even more mussed in the breeze. “More like… Refreshment. Strange but in a good way. Our worlds are pretty different, you know?” You just blink at him, and he snorts. “I guess you don’t. But, I could show you if you let me.”

“Trying to lead me astray again,” you only half joke.

“Maybe,” Hitoshi grins. “But only temporarily. I promise I’ll bring you back.”

Staring at him, you consider it, consider everything you’ve discovered today and how unfazed you are by it. It’s alarming, yes, but you’re either too numb to care about your views being turned upside-down, or you always knew it was a possibility (on a subconscious level at least).

“I bet you say that to all the human girls.”

“Then, you’d be surprised.”

You should head back home. It’s getting late, and you have work in the morning. As mystical this experience has been, it needs to come to a close. For now, anyway. You’ll more than likely find your way back to these woods, to the little fairy house, and possibly (hopefully) to Hitoshi.

He’s been kind, gentle, mysterious enough to fill some of the black holes in your mind with piqued interest. You’re grateful for that.

“You really should come back,” he suddenly speaks again. “I miss having a human friend. A lot of us back home do.”

“What do you mean?” You frown. “Is that common for y’all?”

“Not at all. We just got used to one a long time ago, another girl like you. We all really cared for her,” he tells you with a wistful sigh. “But, she… She died several months ago.”

Your lungs constrict painfully, vision blurring because you think… You think you know… “Who—what was her name?”

Hitoshi smiles sadly. “It took her a long time to tell us, but…”

The syllables blend together, a loud ringing paired with blood pounding in your ears blocking everything out. But you can still read his lips, can still read her name on them.

Your flashlight drops before you do, onto your knees, a dramatic pile of limbs as you clench your jaw and try to keep a wounded sob from tearing out of your throat. Your hands ball into fists, blades of grass getting trapped between fingers, and you should’ve—you should’ve asked. Why wasn’t that the first thing you asked him once you found out he was real? It’s all real.

You sense movement beside you as Hitoshi crouches, then a warm weight between your shoulder blades when he strokes calming circles over your t-shirt.

“You were here for her,” he whispers, and you nod against the ground, evening dew smearing against your forehead. “You’re the best friend she talked about.”

You sniffle, taking a shuddering breath before croaking, “She t-talked about me?”

“All the time. Never your name, just my best friend this, and my best friend that. Nonstop.”

Laughing quickly turns to weeping because it’s been so long. So long since anyone has spoken about her out loud. So long since you’ve been reminded that she exists outside of your pain and guilt memory.

“Come back with me.” Hitoshi’s voice is low but surprisingly desperate. “Come and meet everyone. Please. We need it—we need—”

He doesn’t have to finish. You’re dragging yourself back to your feet and wiping your face with the back of your hand. Bag resituated, you start for the trees again. It doesn’t matter what time it is anymore, doesn’t matter that you have responsibilities to attend to tomorrow. All that matters is this—this feeling of learning more about your friend and the company she kept. What better way to feel close to her than surround yourself with those she felt closest to?

Hitoshi takes your hand again, grip tight as he pulls you right back into the woods you just left. You can’t keep up with his pace, trusting him to catch you every time you lose your footing, trusting him to see what you can’t. Deeper and deeper—into the dark, past the fairy house, through thicker bushes, lower branches, until you are officially astray.

The ground becomes mossy and when you squint, you can see that it's growing everywhere, on every trunk, vines wrapping around the bark and hanging down from the canopy. It doesn’t look like the grove you stepped into originally, something entirely different. Something enchanting. That electricity you once felt on Hitoshi’s skin permeates the air, an indescribable aura that you can tell is vital to him and his kind.

“We’re getting close,” he huffs, suddenly swiveling and picking you straight up off the ground before he hops over a large root. Definitely would have knocked your teeth out on that one.

Through another dense curtain of vines, you see it—the twinkling, tiny, dancing lights in the distance. And then you hear it.

Fluttering. Beating. Wings.

Hitoshi shoulders through the greenery then sets you back down, and you’re surprised to find yourself standing on stone. It’s uneven and natural, but it’s sturdy underfoot. However, it’s the least interesting thing around you.

Jaw dropping, you let your eyes wander, taking in the tiny creatures flitting around, ducking into tiny dwellings on the ground much like the one you placed earlier. The path twists and turns between huge trees you swear you’ve never seen from outside of the woods, and each one has been crafted into a home, assumingly for the fae closer to Hitoshi’s size. As you slowly walk, you admire everything because it’s beautiful, like something out of a storybook, you never would have imagined—

"How have I never noticed this place before?" You ask in wonder.

"Cloaking," Hitoshi answers casually. "We hide ourselves on purpose."

The trail splits further down, a tree bigger than every other sitting in the middle of the fork. Vines wrap around it in what might be a purposeful way given the fact that they look to form a pattern, intricate and deliberate. The door is painted a dark red, and the steps leading up to it are littered with feathers that range in color, some the same scarlet as the door, others a stark white, all of them with stripes across them that you know to be a troublesome sign.

“This is Keigo’s house,” Hitoshi tells you, squeezing your hand as he leads you up the steps.

“Who’s Keigo?”

He smiles softly enough to make your fragile heart beat faster. “Keigo is who kept her coming back.”

On the top step, Hitoshi raises a fist and knocks twice, but doesn’t wait for a response before he’s twisting the knob.

“It’s Toshi,” he announces, then, “I brought someone I think you'll want to meet.”

It’s warm inside, both in temperature and in tone. Everything is odd at first glance, different from what you’re used to. There’s no furniture, but there are blankets and pillows arranged in what could be a nest. Shelves are packed with various objects, everything ranging from hair clips and children’s shoes to seashells and a very large jar of shiny rocks.

There’s a fire flickering at the edge of the room, a pit dug out of the wood and lacquered with a protective layer of something to keep the whole place from burning to the ground. It crackles and pops and casts a golden glow on the whole room, but it’s nowhere near as eye-catching as the figure that walks out from the back of the unearthly home.

Tawny hair is haphazardly pushed from his face, showing off sharp angles and eyes that are indicative of his inhuman status. He’s pretty more than he is handsome, in loose pants similar to Hitoshi’s but lacking a top, probably to accommodate the wings that are tucked behind him. Plumage, the same as what’s been left on the front steps, is strangely pigmented, waxy, and frail.

You have to note that all of the wings you managed to peek at from outside were tiny and luminescent. These look like they belong to a bird, not a fae. A sick bird.

“Hello, there,” he greets, words coming out warm but gravely, like his voice has started to atrophy.

You open your mouth to reply, but a chirping from above draws your attention. Peering upward, you see what look like hand-carved branches criss-crossing into the strange ceiling, and there on the lowest of them are two green lovebirds you could recognize anywhere.

You're emotional again, no surprises there. It’s impossible to speak with how tight your throat is, and Hitoshi seems to recognize this, so he introduces you—your role in all of this.

Keigo goes stock stiff, lips parting as his jaw drops a little. His wings just barely rise and spread, hands flexing by his sides, and then he breathes, "Is that so?" to which you nod.

He swallows deeply, head bobbing then gestures toward the mass of blankets on the ground, his whole arm trembling.

"Please. Make yourself comfortable."

You look at Hitoshi who jerks a thumb to where Keigo just pointed, walking over himself and making it easy for you to follow.

“You want anything to drink?” Your host asks, still slightly dazed from you suddenly showing up, you assume. “Not a lot to choose from, but I have water and nectar and, uh, leftover… tea.”

Something squeezes in your chest because you think you know where he got the tea from and why it’s still here.

“I’m fine.” Honestly, anything you put in your stomach would probably just come back up.

Keigo nods, “Okay,” making his way over and lowering himself to the ground across from you. “Well… hi.”

“Hi.”

“I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“And, I had no idea you existed until now," you laugh, bitter and sorry and overwhelmed.

Keigo doesn’t seem to mind, the corner of his mouth twitching upward for a fraction of a second.

“Kind of hard to explain our existence to most people.”

Mind racing, you toy with the bracelet on your left wrist, feeling the individual beads, counting them without being conscious of it. You’re finding it hard to respond, hard to speak at all. You have so many questions but no idea how to ask them, so you blurt the first one that actually makes it to your tongue.

“How’d you meet her?”

He sighs. “Ssme way Toshi met you, I imagine. In the forest.”

So, it is a forest, not just some simple grove. There’s so much hidden inside, so much to explore. No wonder it drew her in.

“I think she was hoping to be found, though,” Keigo continues, eyes sliding to the ground. “Were you?”

“No,” you shake your head. “I don’t know.”

“Maybe you were and just didn’t realize it.”

“Maybe.”

Everything is silent save for the crackling fire. It gives you time to think, and you pull a knee up to your chest, resting your chin on it while your other leg curls around in front of your planted foot.

“She was looking for you?” You eventually question shakily.

“Not me in particular but our kind. She once told me that she always believed. She always knew.”

“Could sense us,” Hitoshi adds.

You don’t doubt it. She often talked about the fair folk in the time you’d known her—a new book about them, new stones she planned on setting out in hopes of attracting them, getting excited over flower and mushroom rings. It never bothered you or made you scoff, but you also never really knew how to reply, how to support her without having any real faith.

“She could sense a lot of things,” you mutter. “Doesn’t surprise me that it extended into realms outside of ours.”

Keigo lets out a breath of a laugh, his wings ruffling and dropping small feathers onto the floor around him. He isn’t healthy. Captivating like Hitoshi but void of the same glow.

You wonder if you appear the same way, missing the shine you once had.

“What was she to you?” You pry without thinking. “Your best friend or something?”

Humming, golden eyes finally meet yours again. “Something like that.”

You aren’t stupid; there was obviously more there, but you don’t know how a relationship like that would work and honestly don’t want to dive into it right now. You’re already so bewildered and don’t know how much more you can handle.

Keigo elaborates for you, though, and it could still be taken as something casual, but the emotion that dances within saffron is so utterly sincere, it brings fresh tears to your own eyes:

“I loved her very much.”

It hangs in the air for a long time, repeating in your head over and over until you're able to agree with three, unstable syllables. "So did I."

The conversation remains stunted, as if every new line spoken is one that needs to be reflected upon. It’s all so genuine and so hurt. Keigo tells you about how she was well-known in the fair folk community—well-known and well-liked. A deep spring of kindness, never averse to listening to the fae both old and young and never averse to sharing stories of her own.

“We found her fascinating,” Keigo says, and you remember the way Hitoshi used the same word to describe you just earlier this evening. “Then it morphed into something else. She was… Bewitching. Breath-taking.”

Despite the ache inside of you, his words provide you a strange sort of serenity. She was loved by more than just you, more than just her family. She experienced this warmth.

“She really was, wasn’t she?”

“Yeah,” Keigo exhales like he’s trying to stay calm. “I’ve been around for a long, long time, and no one—no one—has ever lit up my life the way she did.”

You talk about her like this for a long time, not so much memories as much as her spirit. Keigo eventually sheds his first tear, silver streaming down his face that he doesn’t bother wiping away. Leaning forward, you take his hand and give it a squeeze as you hiccup through your own sobs.

Hitoshi has been mostly quiet, but he doesn’t hesitate in covering your free hand with his own, long fingers curling around yours.

And, that’s how it is for minutes, hours. You have no idea what time it is, but you don’t care. Even if you have to drink ten cups of coffee at work tomorrow (possibly today), this will have been worth it. Finding these people, making this connection—there’s no price that can be put on that.

“Please come back,” Keigo all but begs as the three of you stand. He finally wipes his face, scrubbing hands over his cheeks. “Please—I haven’t—No one else understands the way you do.”

You think Hitoshi might be offended by this, but if he is, he doesn’t speak up. Your relationship with her was different from Keigo’s, but so far, he is who you’ve been able to relate to the most. Her family has mourned her, yes. Coworkers and acquaintances have noticed the lack of her presence. But this cycle of grief you’ve been struggling with… You’ve felt so alone.

Until now.

“Y-yes. Yes, absolutely.”

Keigo hugs you tightly, and you have to wrap your arms around his neck rather than his back to avoid his brittle wings. You think you can feel his ribs cutting into yours, fingers curling desperately into your shirt until he lets go all at once.

“Toshi, you’ll walk her out, right?”

The other fae nods. “Of course,” then leads you out of the house, throwing an arm up in a wave and calling out, “See you soon, Kei.”

You chance a glance over your shoulder, sad to say goodbye but content knowing you’ll be back again.

The walk back out of the forest isn’t one you remember well. You recall Hitoshi’s hands on your waist, lifting you over more roots and thick shrubs, and then you’re at the park again, staring into lilac eyes and promising once again that you’ll return.

The short drive home may as well be as mythical as everything you’ve just seen. One moment you’re sliding into your car, and the next you’re in the apartment complex parking lot.

As you get ready for bed, you wonder if you just hallucinated the entire night. You’re exhausted and therefore don’t have the brainpower for a mental debate, but that doesn’t mean that tiny, unbelieving voice stops whispering doubt into your ear.

There’s a chance you’ll wake up in a few hours and have to come to terms with the fact that it was, indeed, all a dream, but God, you hope with everything inside of you that it wasn’t.

I need this, you plead with no one. I need them.

When you wake up to your alarm, you crack open sleepy eyes, vision blurring but able to make out something on the pillow just a few inches from your face.

A violet, its round petals spread prettily, three plump leaves on a stem that looks to have been cut rather than ripped from its place.

Not a dream.

You allow yourself to be relieved, almost happy. It's been so long, you almost don't recognize the feeling.

Hitoshi is waiting for you at the treeline the following evening, sitting cross legged while twirling a tiny white daisy between two fingers.

“Thought you might come here tonight,” he says as he stands.

“How could I not?”

You’re carrying the same bag as yesterday only lighter due to the lack of gardening tools, and your boots and jeans are a little better fit for a traipse through the forest than the tennis shoes you wore previously.

Hitoshi extends a hand that you take without question, and like that, the two of you disappear into the woods once again.

It’s brighter outside as you make your way toward the world you only barely know. Not quite dusk yet, you can see the overcast sky through the branches, sun trying to shine through thick, ashen clouds. The deeper you get, however, the less light there is.

That is, until you step through that curtain of vines and find an air of magic and liveliness.

“A lot of us just woke up a little while ago, so this is, uh… I guess you could call it morning errands?” Hitoshi tries to explain.

You’ve read that the fair folk are more active in nighttime hours, but— “Errands? Like… like shopping and stuff?”

“We don’t shop,” he chuckles. “But, you know, trades being made, friends visiting friends, that kind of thing.”

“Right, of course,” you say like you can actually wrap your head around it all. In time, in time.

Keigo is sitting on the top step of his tree porch, looking in much the same state as last night. The difference here is that he isn’t alone. Perched on stairs below him are two others—a young man with a face so sharp it’s almost raven-like especially when paired with his jet black hair, and a youthful girl with pink markings on her face and dangle earrings. They’re the size of humans, and you would assume they actually were (humans, that is) if it weren’t for the wings you can see laying flat against their backs, stunning in both their size and pearlescent colors.

They’re introduced to you as Fumikage and Kyoka, and you are introduced to them as a friend. It’s a little awkward to stand there as they both stare at you in what could be wonder, but with Hitoshi’s fingers still laced with yours, you have no intention of turning away or hiding your burning face.

“It’s been very nice talking to you, Keigo,” Fumikage eventually bids, voice much deeper than you expected. “I’ll be seeing you.”

Kyoka stands alongside him, grinning down at Keigo now. “We'll be back, but for now, we have mischief to make.”

“Nothing too troublesome, I hope,” he chuckles with a shake of his head.

Fumikage winks, mouth pulling up in a subtle way, then rumbles an unconvincing, “Never,” before turning to you. “Very nice meeting you. I hope to see you here again.”

“Oh, you will,” you promise, and both he and Kyoka grin in response.

You watch as they make their way down the steps, and it’s only when they’re at the very bottom that you see them crouch and then jump, huge wings opening and carrying them up toward the endless canopy.

Keigo grunts as he pushes himself to his feet, then twists a few different ways to crack his back, some of his feathers floating to the ground.

“Come on in,” he offers, opening his door and letting you pass before him.

You can hear a short, murmured conversation behind you, Hitoshi asking, “Would you rather talk alone tonight?”

Then, “No, no, she trusts you, come on.”

Which seems a little presumptuous but also… Isn’t wrong. You don’t know Hitoshi—not his story, not his baggage, nothing. But something about him has you feeling lighter than usual, like when he’s with you, he’s blunting the force of some of your pain.

“You’re sure?” He questions once more.

“Yeah, I’m sure. Get in here.”

This time, the conversation flows a little easier, is a bit more laid back. Both Keigo and Hitoshi ask some questions about you, what your life is like, but they never ask your name. Not outwardly, at least.

“You’re smart like her,” Keigo hums, a knowing smile on his face after you’ve deflected one of those tricky inquiries. “It took me a long time to earn that from her—because it’s all about trust, you know? Was I going to use it against her, or was it something I just wanted to know?”

“And?” You prompt. “How’d you convince her?”

He shrugs, lifting a little cup of something you can’t identify to his lips. “I just waited.” He takes a short sip, then continues, “It’s funny because the fear is that if you tell us your name, we have power over you, right?” You nod. Yes, that’s what you’ve heard. That’s what she told you. “But, by the time she told me hers, it didn’t matter. She was the one with the power. I would’ve done anything she wanted me to.”

Again, you stay much later than you should, and again, Hitoshi walks with you to the edge of the woods and urges, “Come back.”

“I will.”

Tomorrow is a Saturday, so you’re able to sleep in as much as your exhausted body and mind require.

And, when you wake in the early afternoon hours, you find another small violet on your pillowcase.

This is your new normal—spending the day at work and then pushing yourself to spend hours in the forest. You can't make it every night, either too tired or despondent to the point where not even Hitoshi and Keigo can help.

But, most evenings you are here, sitting on the floor of the fae's home, sipping on water, eating snacks you brought for yourself because it’s been made quite obvious that your diet differs from theirs extensively.

Sometimes, it’s cool and casual small-talk, anecdotes shared back and forth. You tell Keigo about how she used to sing to her birds all the time, the little things chirping high above as you hum the tunes that still get stuck in your head. In return, he tells you how she insisted on taking sips of his drink every time she came over, that too-sweet nectar not made for human tastebuds, "And, her nose would scrunch up every time."

Then there are nights like this one where cool and casual were never an option.

“I just—like—” You have to take a deep breath, fighting through tears and the pressure on your chest. “It was like my world stopped, you know? Like—nothing else, there was nothing else—I couldn’t d-do anything, and I didn’t want to...” You allow a sob to bubble from your throat, wet and thick only to get cut off by another unsteady inhale.

There's a hand on your back, Hitoshi's, and across from you, Keigo's face is messy and blurry both from your own state and his, glistening silver running down his cheeks as he bites down hard on his lip.

"And it was like—like I'm mad at everyone else for moving forward. I'm so angry. And," you sniff and let out a sore laugh, incredulous with yourself as you try to explain, "Like, logically, I know that's not fair. I know that people die all the time, and it doesn't affect me, but this time—with her—nothing makes sense anymore."

And, maybe that's why it's been so easy to slip into their world. It doesn't matter if you can kr can't understand it.

"We had—" Keigo wipes his nose, voice hoarse now as he tells you, "We had a few ceremonies in the days after, and it was… like family coming together. And, I thought, given the emotion and support... shown throughout all of that, maybe I'd—I don't know—maybe I wouldn't feel so alone?"

"Keigo, you're not alone," Hitoshi tries.

"I am, though," the other argues. "But, I think it's because…"

"'Cause you wanna be," you finish. You lock gazes, and you know you've hit the nail on the head.

"I can be more—more honest with my emotions, if that makes sense. I feel like… When I'm around everyone else, I need to act like I'm okay, like I've done my healing, but I'm not there yet. And…" He looks back to the floor, scratching over the wood with one of his fingernails. "I don't know when I'll get there or if I even want to."

It's difficult to put a name to the feeling you experience then, like falling apart completely only to be caught—all your little pieces, all your broken words. Something works to put them back together.

You bend forward, curling over your own legs as you cry because finally—finally someone gets it.

"I feel like—I feel like moving forward means forgetting her. And, I can't do that. I—" Hands planted on the ground, you take a few heaving breaths. "I still have reminders, like, purposely. This bracelet—" you nod down to your wrist, "—and… and on my phone, I still haven't… I haven't been able to close out her obituary page since I opened it that first time."

Hitoshi's hand stroking over your spine might be the only thing that's keeping you from wailing like you want to, a soothing up and down motion.

"I think of her every single day, and I'm s-so afraid that if—if I close out the tab or take off the bracelet, there'll come a day where I don't think of her at all." You squeak as you battle with another cry climbing up your throat. "And, I'm not ready for that. I-I'm not ready to not think about her."

Keigo is nodding but pressing his palms into his eyes, and Hitoshi is scratching at the place between your shoulder blades. It's quiet save for the sniffles and hiccups until he speaks up.

"You're allowed to take all the time you need. Both of you."

You look over at Hitoshi, your lip quivering, face sticky with tears.

"There's no time limit here. You're the ones imposing these expectations, but I think everyone—I think they know you were her best friend, and Kei, we know how much you loved each other.” He pauses, eyebrows pinching as he thinks. “No one is just waiting around for you to stop mourning because this isn’t something that'll ever go away."

Only a fraction of the weight inside of you is lifted. It’s a nice sentiment, and part of you believes Hitoshi, but what if this is something you struggle with for the rest of your life? What if it’s something you want to struggle with?

“I just…” You swallow then cough, sinuses painfully full, nose raw from wiping it so often. “I remember, when I was younger, I went through a, uh… What my old therapist called a depressive episode.”

Hitoshi cocks his head to the side, all ears, so ready to listen, and you don’t know why.

“And, I got to the point where… Yeah, I was miserable. I—I didn’t feel any purpose, but it was… comforting in a way. Like, you get so used to that feeling, you almost start relying on it.”

That feeling had wrapped you up so tight, a hug so icy that it eventually made you numb.

This grief feels very similar to that.

That evening, when you say good night at the treeline, Hitoshi holds you by the shoulders, dipping his head so that he can look you dead in the eye.

“Don’t let it win,” he implores you. “You said you relied on that feeling. Rely on me instead.”

He gathers you close to him, one arm wrapping around your back, the other around your shoulders so that he can hold your head with a gentle hand. This hug is much kinder than the frigid embrace you’ve been falling back into, and though the ice is what’s familiar to you, Hitoshi’s warmth might be just as welcoming.

Sometimes you forget that Hitoshi is a fairy. His appearance is a bit inhuman—the violet hair and strange eyes, the lovely glow about him—but you’ve never actually seen his wings.

However, the first time you knowingly let him come to your apartment (he’s obviously been before), you are quickly reminded. The way he picks some of your belongings up to study them, not understanding the function of your filtered water pitcher or the way a TV works, it’s all a dead giveaway.

So, feeling comfortable enough around him after a couple months of spending time with him and Keigo, divulging too much personal information to both of them, you ask, “What’s your story, Toshi?”

“Hm?” He looks over at you from the small bookshelf, a crocheted Bulbasaur in his hand. Funny to think he has absolutely no idea what it is. “What do you mean?”

“I mean tell me about yourself. You know so much about me, but I don’t really know anything about you except for what you are and where you live, and even then, I’ve never actually been to your home.”

“I can take you there if that’s what you want,” he says with a shrug, placing the toy back on the shelf and turning toward you. “It’s kind of a lot to go into, though.”

“Your house or your story?”

“Story.”

Plopping down on your couch, you pat the spot next to you. “I’ve got time.”

Hitoshi shrugs his shoulders and paces over, the cup of water that’s downright mystifying to him clutched carefully in both of his hands now. When he sits, the motion is as graceful as a dancer’s, the cushions barely moving which is strange considering you’ve felt his weight against you, know that he is solid and stable.

“So, for this to make sense, I have to start at the very beginning.”

“That’s usually how stories go,” you tease with a hint of a smile.

Hitoshi rolls his eyes, his grin much more pronounced. “Not all of them, but anyway—are you aware that not all fae are born as fae?”

Your eyebrows shoot up. “Um, no. I was not aware of that.”

He explains it to you as simply as possible—The Fae Folk For Dummies. There’s a spectrum of sorts: pure fairies (the tiny ones) who are created in that realm and never leave it, humans that find the fairies and go through a process to become like them (neither of these make a lot of sense to you, but it gets even stranger). There’s also the fairies that die and are reincarnated as humans, and vice versa, humans that die and get reincarnated as fae.

You have to stop him there, asking for clarifications on a few different things.

“Y’all can just stop being fairies if you want to? Leave it all behind?”

He nods.

“And—and humans can find y’all and decide they want to, what, change their species to be like you?”

“We’re a lot more alike than you’d think. The only difference is the wings and the magic.”

“Oh yeah, ‘cause magic isn’t a big deal or anything.”

“Well…”

And, onto another explanation: pure fairies obviously have the strongest magic while humans who make the change have the weakest. “We can do stuff like grow flowers, make little tiny rainclouds to water said flowers. Oh, and temporarily move small plants or roots out of the way.”

You squint at him for a moment. “If you can move them, why don’t you ever do that when you lead me through the forest?"

His cheeks take on a very light shade of pink, and he glances away. “No reason. I kinda forget I can do it sometimes.”

“Okay, next question,” you give him a break, though you know you'll continue to wonder about that for the rest of the night. “You said we can do stuff, as in you included, so does that mean that’s the type of fae you are? Originally a human?”

"Yeah," he confirms. "It was a long time ago—"

"How long?"

"Mmm, around four hundred years, I'd say."

"Oh, shit." For some reason, you were not expecting that. You know from your reading that their kind have been around for forever, really, but Hitoshi is so… youthful, like a human male in his mid-twenties.

"I had a not-so-great life in a colonial settlement—I mean, no one's life was great back then, but I really, really hated it," he says, chuckling afterward. "Anyway, there were stories about the woods near our home, that there were spirits, that something lived in there that was at fault for everything that went wrong."

"Let me guess. You decided to go exploring."

"Yeah. I was sort of planning it as an elaborate suicide, hoping there was something in there that would kill me, but instead I found Shouta."

You cock your head but stay quiet, thinking you probably feel a lot like Hitoshi does in your apartment—confused and oh-so curious.

"He was how I am now, a human who was led astray."

"I'm beginning to think that word doesn't mean what I originally thought," you muse.

He flashes a close-lipped, crooked smile but doesn't say anything in it, just continues with his tale.

"So, Shouta showed me everything, introduced me to everyone in the family back then. I think he could sort of sense that I was lost and wishing for a completely different life, so he offered me one."

It hits you that you've never met or even heard of this Shouta, and Hitoshi immediately sees the question in your eyes.

"He left about… forty years ago, I think? Met a human with big hair and a bigger heart and fell in love."

You sigh sympathetically, lacing your fingers with his the same way he always does. "I'm sorry."

"It's okay. He's happier now, and it's not like I don't have others I'm close to."

"Yeah, but still…"

"It was sad, gave me what you would call abandonment issues—" he snorts, "But I'm grateful to him for taking me under his wing. Literally."

"Speaking of, do you lose those if you choose to join the human world?"

"Yeah, it's…" Hitoshi cringes. "It's brutal. They get cut off."

Your stomach rolls at the thought. "So, Shouta was a human turned fae, turned… human again?"

"Yes. He didn't know he'd ever not want to be one of us once he became one, but things change. People change."

"So… I'm confused about something," you pout.

"What is it?"

"You said when a fairy wants to be human, their wings get cut off."

"Yes."

"Then what's the process to become one? Some kind of transplant?"

"N—Wait, a what?" He stops, and you have to veer off for a couple minutes to explain what a transplant surgery is.

"Modern medicine," Hitoshi muses. "What a time to be alive. But anyway, I guess it's kind of like that? Wings get chosen for you in a sort of ritual then get sewn onto your back." You cringe. "Pure fairies cast a spell—that I still don't fully understand if I'm being honest—that makes the wings grow into you. So, I guess it's sort of like a surgery only with, you know, magic."

There are many more questions you have for him, and he answers them all without any argument or hesitance no matter how disturbing they may be. 'Lore' is the only way you can really describe it. You know it's their history, their traditions, but it's still all so fantastical to you. Even sitting here with a fae it's hard to believe.

They celebrate a few different holidays in various ways. Some of their hobbies are among the ones you researched (tying knots in people's hair, teleporting them to different places just for fun, meddling in dreams and personal lives, all very mischievous stuff). Others come as a surprise. They create and set out small fairy houses for any travellers passing through, make jewelry for one another, read books in languages Hitoshi says he can barely translate even after all these years. It's wholesome, familial.

"Do y'all, like, kidnap children?" You have to ask.

"I never have," Hitoshi answers with a hand on his chest. "I'm really just trying to pass the time and get a few giggles out of it, but I know there are more… malevolent fair folk out there who most definitely do things like that."

"That's frightening."

"Yeah. I don't really get along with those types."

Twisting on the couch, you cross your legs like a little kid, leaning forward, excited for storytime. "You've met some?"

"Well, like I said," Hotishi starts, reaching to put his cup on the table and then falling back against the pillows. "I've been around for a while, and in that time I've done some travelling."

"But, you always come back."

He glances at you from the corner of his eye and grins. "Always."

Hitoshi leaves in the late night hours, but it's not before he slips a hand in his pocket and procures one of the violets you're starting to grow extremely fond of. You lift your hand to take it, and when you do, he gently grabs your fingers and bends to kiss your knuckles.

"See you again soon?"

"Yes," you nod, suddenly a little breathless. "Soon."

Months pass, and you find yourself spending as much of your free time in the trees among the fae. It's such a nice escape from reality—your reality, that is—which probably isn't healthy, but it is what's getting you through each day.

Occasionally, you'll wake up in the morning and have that same question: is it all a dream? But each evening brings more friends to meet, and each morning brings a beautiful violet. You have quite the collection now, almost all of them in the pages of the books you've bought to learn more about these strange, incredible creatures. A few are sitting in a tiny vase on your nightstand, but as soon as they begin to wilt, they join the others.

Your relationship with Hitoshi is unlike anything you've ever experienced. From the moment you met, something began between the two of you, something natural, something unavoidable. You hold hands and lean against him during the deep discussions at Keigo's house. He wraps his arms around you when he can, still lifts you over dangers in the forest.

It doesn't bother you. It never has. You know he has the potential to be devious, a trickster, but you've never entertained the possibility for more than a few seconds. He's too kind, too empathetic. You simply can't see any story that ends with him hurting you.

Will this friendship turn into anything more? You're not sure. If it's supposed to, though, you have no problem in waiting for it to happen organically, to grow like the vines in the forest.

This evening finds you on the steps of Keigo's house, surrounded by the fair folk who have come to accept you into their world—their home. Fumikage, Jirou, and Kaminari all sit on the stairs below you, leaning on each other as well as the short banister. Fluttering above are Izuku, Yagi, and Shouto, small and stunning as the flap of their wings creates a sort of glimmer around them. There's also Ochako and Tsu, Neito and Itsuka, and so many others, all gathered, all happy to see you.

Keigo is regaling the crowd with a story from his mortal days, and you can't help but stare at the way his own wings stretch out behind him. They're brighter, softer, bigger. A sign of a healing bird and apparently a healing fairy. His smile these days looks more genuine than when you first met, wide enough to make the corners of his eyes—now twinkling—wrinkle at the corners. Your favorite thing about him just might be the way those two little lovebirds follow him, currently perched right on top of his head, unfazed by any of his movements.

That doesn't mean you don't still see his pain and loneliness from time to time. You can basically feel it, can tell which nights will be spent with the two of you crying to each other and which will be spent teasing and laughing.

It's nice. You never thought you'd get back to this. By no means are you finished grieving—you think you'll always be in some stage of the cycle. But some stages are easier than others.

"Now, I may be big in comparison to some of you, but when I was human, I was considered small," he informs everyone. "Did that stop me from picking fights, though? Absolutely not."

As you sit and enjoy the overall atmosphere, you feel Hitoshi start to toy with your fingers. Glancing over at him, you see that he’s already staring at you, looks like he has something he wants to say.

“What is it?” You murmur, not wanting to disrupt Keigo’s tale.

He nibbles on his lip for a moment, eyes sliding to the ground as he whispers, “Beltane is coming up.”

Beltane, Beltane—Right, the beginning of Summer, bonfires, new crops, etc.

“I thought humans were the ones who celebrated that?”

His mouth curls into a shy smile. “They do, but that doesn’t mean we don’t too.”

“What do y’all do then?”

Shrugging his shoulders, he lists off, “Dancing, decorating stuff with flowers, harmless little pranks, the occasional animal kidnapping if we can manage it.” When your eyebrows raise, Hitoshi snorts and hides his face in his shoulder so that he can laugh more freely. “It’s all—all in good fun, ai promise.”

“I’m sure it is.”

“You should come. Join in on the festivities.”

For a moment, you consider asking if he can recall a time you haven’t wanted to join in on anything since you met him, but another thought crosses your mind: “Did she celebrate it with you?”

Hitoshi’s expression softens. “Every year since she found us.”

That’s all it takes. You would have gone even if she never had, but knowing this was not only one of their traditions but also one of hers, there’s no question. You’ll go to celebrate the holiday and to celebrate her.

“Just tell me what I have to do,” you say thoughtfully.

His arm tightens around your shoulders, pulling you closer. “Let yourself get lost with us. That’s all.”

You don’t go straight to the celebration, instead following Hitoshi into his home for the first time. It isn't quite as large as Keigo’s, but it is just as comfortable.

There’s a window carved high in the tree trunk, allowing the pink and orange from the sunset to melt down the opposite wall. His bed is up high, reminding you of a modern loft with a narrow staircase that leads up to the platform covered in a nest of bedding.

“Do y’all just not believe in mattresses, or what?” You ask as you flop down onto a few large pillows.

“This is way more comfortable than any mattress I’ve ever slept on.”

There’s a small shelf above you, decorated similarly to the ones at Keigo’s with assorted jars of shimmering objects, though Hitoshi also has a few wooden cups full of flowers, all of them looking like they’re still firmly planted in the ground rather than tossed in some water.

“Toshi, the mattresses you slept on were probably made of straw. I promise they’ve gotten better since then.”

“Still can’t beat this,” he states matter-of-factly.

Can do stuff like grow flowers, make tiny rain clouds…

It probably takes no effort for him to keep these little plucked bouquets healthy.

The only reason you’re here is because you asked to see his house— “You’ve been to mine so many times, sometimes without me even knowing, so I wanna see yours!”

It was not a difficult debate to win.

The festivities started earlier in the day, some preparing by gathering supplies while some of the younger fae flew off to play pranks, maybe steal some livestock from one of the few nearby farms.

“Y’all are menaces.”

“It’s kind of our thing,” Hitoshi shoots back with a wink. It’s been fun hearing the ways he’s picked up on your vernacular. He never quite spoke like some kind of ancient creature, but recently his chosen words have begun to change. He’s definitely stolen little phrases here and there to sound more with the times, and you know it’s from observing you the way he does.

You talk for a couple of hours. Hitoshi plays with the hem of the flowery dress you put on for the occasion, something you’d purchased at a Renaissance Fair (“Is that offensive?” “Not at all. It’s perfect.”) Its long skirt is a light mauve color, a white, flowing top cinched tight to your body by a floral corset.

“And, the flowers in your hair will tie it all together,” he’d mused.

Now, he watches as Jirou and Kendo braid Baby’s Breath and Spring Beauties into what they’ve sectioned off, creating a crown of wildflowers that have you feeling like some kind of princess.

When they’re done, you look to Hitoshi. “Pretty?”

He nods. “Very.”

The celebration is in full swing when you finally leave his home, every tree illuminated with sparkling lights and a huge fire in the middle of it all. Everyone is gathered around it, prancing and spinning as a cheery melody rings out from above, fairies flying gracefully as they blow into little flutes or strum on stringed instruments you’ve never seen before.

Who you know to be the younger fae, the children who may or may not have been kidnapped, dash around a maypole, holding colorful ribbons tightly in their small hands as they run and skip, sometimes lifting off the ground and letting their wings carry them.

Laughter rings out, utterly contagious as it echoes through the trees. For a few minutes, you just stand and watch, Hitoshi’s hand on your back, eyes on you and your reaction to all of it.

Then a figure is flying toward you, bright red feathers casting a shadow over his body, but you can still see the shine of his golden eyes. Keigo lands in front of you, immediately holding out a hand but grabbing yours before you can actually offer it.

Pulling you to the center of the frenzy, he's just as light on his feet as you’d imagined him to be. He twirls, carrying you with him as he moves with everyone else’s flow, getting lost in the energy and making sure to drag you into it alongside him.

And, you let him, hopping and prancing, holding both of his hands as he does yours, and when he smiles at you like he’s thrilled to be alive, you grin back so wide it almost hurts.

The tune is up beat, almost frantic, and as you dance to it, swinging from Keigo to Fumikage to the smaller fairies who flutter around your head, you fall into a trance. You close your eyes, the music guiding your body—your heart—and you laugh.

A hand catches one of yours, and you open your eyes as your fingers lace with someone else's, Hitoshi's. Your eyes widen as you take him in, a celestial being, light emanating from him as well as the large wings spread behind him. They're leaf-like in design but have the hues of an amethyst geode, dark violet at the tips that lighten to lavender the closer they get to his shoulder blades.

"You're beautiful," you tell him before spinning right into his bare chest.

He stares down at you as if enraptured, having to raise his voice to speak over the melody. "So are you."

The fire roars, shouts and claps echo upward, as celebratory chaos ensues. You dance with everyone you can but always find your way back to Hitoshi. High-pitched, mischievous hollers sound from the woods, and you turn just in time to see two horses race from one side of the crowded lot to the other, small, twinkling fairies clutching strands of mane and tail and crying out in elation.

Your jaw drops as you twist back to face Hitoshi, lips still quirking up at the corners, but all he does is show his teeth in a fake cringe that quickly turns to a chuckle.

It's disorder of the best kind, and you're so glad to be a part of it.

You sense more than see dawn approaching, your body growing fatigued, but it's a hard truth to admit considering how weightless you feel.

There's a voice in a far corner of your mind that reminds you you shouldn't be doing this, shouldn't be laughing, shouldn't be dancing, shouldn't be enjoying yourself. Because she's not here to do it with you.

And, oh, you wish she could be. You want nothing more than to see her wearing the same gleeful expression that you are, know that she'd be even more dazzling than the fair folk who surround you now.

But, at least you can see that joy on Keigo's face, on Hitoshi's. At least you can feel it in your own smile.

The walk out of the forest is perilous as ever, but you hum the whole way, feeling graceful from dancing as you hop over the roots Hitoshi would normally carry you over, spinning over fallen leaves and swinging off low branches.

“Did you have fun?” He asks amusedly, already knowing the answer.

“Even more than I thought I would.”

“Did you think it would be disappointing?”

“Not exactly," you sigh, finally slowing down and huffing. “I just—you know, it’s been hard to have a good time. I’ve been a little more open to it with you and Kei, but…”

“You feel guilty whenever you enjoy something,” Hitoshi finishes, and you nod.

“Exactly. Like, I’m, I don’t know, rubbing it in her face?”

He sighs, then reaches out and catches you as you trip over a root that escaped your notice. “Don’t you think she’d want you to be happy?”

You groan, rolling your eyes. “Hate when people ask me stuff like that.”

“Because you know I’m right.” You think he might be smirking in the darkness. “She was your best friend. Of course she’d want you to find happiness again.”

“But, she’s not around to ask,” you argue. “What if she wanted people to miss her for longer than they have?”

“No one has stopped missing her." His tone sounds more serious. “And, no one is moving on. We’re all just trying to go forward, one foot in front of the other while honoring her memory.”

You hum thoughtfully. “Maybe I’m not ready to put one foot in front of the other.”

“And, that’s okay. Just know that she wants you to. Eventually.”

It’s time to change the subject, feeling that tell-tale burning in your eyes for the first time all night.

“Did she ever ask to be one of you?”

Hitoshi makes a little noise of contemplation. "Not that I know of. She asked about the process a couple times, how we deal with family and friends searching for their lost loved ones.”

“And, how do you?”

“Changelings,” he answers without missing a beat. “You know what those are?”

“I think I listened to a Podcast on them once,” you laugh airily. “They’re like… replacements, right?”

“I guess that’s the easiest way to put it. They have a bad reputation because humans associate them with children going missing and what not, but really, we use them to try to soften the loss. Or, really, hide it entirely.”

“So, you switch out the real human—the one who wants to be a fairy—with an imposter human basically.”

Hitoshi scoffs, displeased with this description, and he quickly tells you why.

“There’s hardly any difference between the two. Pure fairies with strong magic create a stand-in with the exact same personality as the original. It’s very rare that anyone notices they’ve been swapped unless the spell has been botched somehow," he explains, then begins listing off, "They interact the same way, have the same likes and dislikes, and honestly, I think trading one for the other is more humane than just taking that person away completely. Ignorance is bliss. Isn't that what you humans say?"

You can’t really argue that, though you can imagine the shock and hurt people must feel the few times a changeling has been discovered—the self-hatred that would come after a long timespan of not noticing any of the miniscule differences.

But, then, maybe it still is better than the alternative. Would you prefer to have a fake than nothing at all? Would you notice if she had been switched?

“Y’all can still be in our world, though. Like, you’ve been to my apartment. You’ve ridden in my car.”

“Yeah?”

“Well, do any of you ever consider visiting the people you left behind? Family? Friends?”

He shrugs. “Some. It’s probably the most common reason any of us change back into humans. Most of the time, though… We left that world because we liked this one better. A lot of us were running from something or trying to find a purpose."

You’re doing both of those, running and searching, and you wonder… Have you already found what you’re looking for? Is it right in front of your face and you just haven’t fully acknowledged it yet?

You make it to the treeline, then the parking lot, then your apartment, Hitoshi close to you the entire time. He does his usual ritual of looking around, finding new things that baffle him every time he visits. This time it’s the touch lamp by your couch and the suncatcher in your bedroom window. Shiny things, you giggle to yourself.

Once he’s had his fill, he joins you on the couch, kicking an ankle over his knee and leaning back with his hands behind his head. He’s handsome, somehow chiseled and delicate at the same time and always with that ethereal glow.

You talk a little more about changelings, a little more about your state of stillness, then about the celebration. Hitoshi turns toward you as he listens to what you thought, slowly and gently picking the petals from your hair, having to unbraid some with nimble fingers and giving his thoughts any time he deems fit.

“I’m really glad you came,” he says, hand dropping from your hair but catching just underneath your chin. He tilts his head one way, then the other as if examining you.

The intimacy of his touch is making you dizzy, but you’re still able to murmur, “I’m really glad I came too,” your eyes round but unable to focus on anything other than the featherlike grip he has on you.

Hitoshi’s next breath trembles on the exhale, and then he’s leaning forward, hand cupping your jaw as he emphasizes, “I’m really, really glad you came.”

His kiss is soft, lips slotting perfectly with yours. It’s a chaste little thing, but even so, it feels like new life has been breathed into you, if only for a moment.

When he pulls away, you nearly whimper, hands curling in his loose shirt in an attempt to keep him grounded to you. His eyes are fixed on you, flitting all over your face, trying to catch any sign of offense or discomfort.

He won’t find any.

Still so close, close enough to feel his breath on your lips—now lonely and yearning—he whispers, “Stay with me.”

You blink, unsure if you heard him correctly.

Stay with me. Stay with me.

Yes, that’s what it was. So, why can’t you comprehend it?

“I know it’s a lot to ask, but I can’t—I don’t want to be left behind.”

You back away, releasing the grip you have on his tunic as a confused frown overtakes you, eyebrows pinching, lips pursing until you speak, “What are you talking about? I’m not gonna—”

“You’ll die one day,” Hitoshi suddenly blurts, more effusive than he's ever been around you. “You’ll die, and I won’t, and I’ll just have to live having known you but not… being able to… to keep you.”

“Keep me?” You question. “Like one of your sparkly little rocks?”

“You’re not a sparkly rock. You’re not a possession. You’re—” He sighs, looking up at the ceiling as he ponders. “For a long time, I didn’t understand Kei, how he fell in love with a human. It seemed fruitless to me. What could really come of it?”

You’re not confused anymore, but you are getting irritated, and he can see that.

“I’m not saying it to be mean, I promise. I’m trying to tell you that I understand it now, I understand that feeling of falling despite being able to fly.”

Poetic, but then, you’ve always thought of him as such. Even if his spoken word isn’t exactly flowery, he’s proved it with his actions.

“If you don’t feel the same way, I know there isn’t anything I can do about it, but please… Please consider it.” Both his tone and his expression are nothing short of pleading, hands even clasped in front of his chest.

Upheaving your entire life is definitely something you have to consider. Your feelings for Hitoshi however…

Letting out a long breath, you rise from the couch and shake your head. You see him deflate out of the corner of your eye, taking this as a rejection, but you slip into your bedroom to grab the book on your nightstand, the one you’ve probably read over a dozen times at this point.

Back in the den, Hitoshi is standing, rubbing the pads of his fingers over his palms as a nervous habit. You walk the heavy book over to him, holding it out as your arm trembles from the weight. From where you stand, you can see the way the pages are lifted in some places, the gaps between sections, but you know Hitoshi has no idea.

“Are you… Giving this to me, or—”

“Look Inside.”

With a lifted eyebrow, he takes the text and flips it open. You watch the way he softens all over. His shoulders relax, the fearful look on his face melts into something much lighter, and his lips part in a tender smile.

All of the violets he’s gifted you, kept close by at all times. They aren’t nearly as bright as they once were, but here amongst the printed words, they are safe, not only reminding you of your newfound direction in life but of the kinship it’s led you to.

“All of them?” Hitoshi breathes in awe, running a finger over one of the flattened stems.

“Since the very first one.”

After what seems like forever, those lilac eyes meet yours, relieved and very, very fond. He carefully closes the book, stepping past you to place it back on the small table, then turns and grabs your hands.

“You don’t have to make a decision right this second, but…” His lips curl into a smirk, “Just know I’ll be going absolutely out of my mind until I get an answer.”

Fingers twitching where they’re held, you gaze at him through your lashes, emboldened by his outward confession and your more subtle variation.

“I think, um… I might know a way to distract you from your impending insanity,”

His attention belongs entirely to you, and you think you can feel his beating pulse under the tips of your fingers brushing over his wrist.

And, then you pause.

“Wait, is that something we can actually do? Is it gonna break any fairy laws or anything? Do we—oh my god, do we have the right parts?”

Hitoshi laughs, the sound deep like his voice, and rich with delight.

“One, no laws to be broken here, and two, we definitely have the right parts,” he finishes by pulling you flush against him, and you immediately feel that he’s spoken the truth.

Your breath is thick as you nod, fists balled in his shirt again but not for long as Hitoshi quickly lifts you off the ground, hands at your thighs as you wrap yourself around him.

And, that’s how it stays—after shedding clothes in the bedroom, he and his shimmering wings curl around you. Legs tangle as your hands stay glued to one another’s faces, desperate kisses showered between the two of you. Eager and exploratory, you feel Hitoshi for the first time, just as he does you. You’re pressed together head to toe, moving in tandem as hips form almost wild circles, and in the midst of all of it you breathe your name against him.

Hitoshi shivers then says it back to you, repeating it over and over like he's trying to taste it. He’s beautiful. Everywhere. His wings catching the early morning sun rays that shine through your window, his torso lithe and toned, and his length seemingly made for you, sliding inside of you as if that’s where it belongs, where he belongs.

Two parts of one whole, it becomes apparent that this is how it was always meant to be. Fate had plans for you both, and you think—you think even if she hadn’t died, you still would have found your way to Hitoshi.

His rhythm is slow and deep, makes you gasp with every drag and glide until your back is arching and your eyes are watering. He swallows every sound you make, murmuring against your parted lips, “Stay with me, stay with me, I love you.”

You fall apart cradled in his embrace, pulsing and quivering, and as you ride it out, Hitoshi buries every part of himself in you, his face in your neck as he groans low in his throat and lets himself tip over the edge after you.

Both of you pant and tremble, legs still locked, mouths still swollen from fervent kisses. With your head pillowed on his chest, you trace patterns up and down his sternum, enjoying the way he shivers when you ghost over particularly sensitive spots.

You stay swaddled in that calm fog, eyes heavy, head full of everything and nothing at the same time.

Yet, you know that what you say next isn’t born of bad judgement or exhaustion. It’s out of curiosity—possibility.

“So, um… Changelings, huh?”

You don’t even have to look to know that a grin is splitting his gorgeous face.

Hitoshi dips down just enough to kiss the crown of your head, humming into your hair, “Just say the word, love.”

She was sick. Sicker than you knew, possibly sicker than even she knew.

And, that’s why it came as such a shock. Yes, she’d been in the hospital for a couple of weeks, but you’d heard she was stable, that she was getting answers, and that’s all you’d ever wanted for her. She had been so hopeful, looking forward to the future, and then…

You can still remember the feeling that accompanied the news, the cold knife that sliced into you. You remember the way your breaths started to come faster and faster, the way your mind spun out of control—no, no, how could this happen, what is happening, she can’t be gone, she can’t.

Another friend had to talk you down, made you tea and rubbed your back, but you’ll never forget the ache that followed for weeks, a pain you wouldn’t wish on anyone.

It’s physical, visceral, like something has been carved out of you. Everything hurts. Opening your eyes in the morning hurts. Raising a fork to feed yourself hurts. Telling yourself to inhale and exhale hurts.

Because she’ll never do any of those things again. And, there’s guilt in knowing that.

Some days you just wish she would come back. Others, you wish you could take her place.

But, neither of those will happen, so you do what you can to feel close to her: spend time with her friends who are now your family, perform rituals and spells that they’ve taught you—the kind for healing, for inner peace, for self love, and most of all, for remembrance.

You learn the ways of the fair folk, understanding them more and more as you take on their practices, their magic, and it’s during these times, when you're flying up to the beautiful forest canopy, hand-in-hand with Hitoshi, that you feel her presence most.

What happened to the birds?

They're soaring right beside you, singing their song as you sing yours.

I love you. I miss you. But, I'll be okay.

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joonessence · 4 years ago

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The moon // pjm

⤷part of the In the cards series

pairing: jimin x fem oc

summary: It’s never-ending, what Jimin feels for you is constant and boundless. But you don’t know, you’ve never known, and Jimin thinks that’s okay. Until you find out and think that it’s not.

rating: M (18+)

tags: friends to lovers au, smut in the forms of tit play, oral (f receiving), dirty talk, kinda sub jimin but not for long, very slight possessive jimin (squint to see it), unprotected sex, very slight praise kink, creampie, cum eating, i hate doing the tags y’all i think this is it

wc: 4k

notes: this is part of my tarot cards series so the banner below is the spread for this specific fic, kinda lets you know what to expect

Jimin can’t help but to watch you from across the room. His eyes follow your movements as you lightly shove Jungkook, teasing him about something Jimin isn’t following, deciding that his attention was better spent looking at you. This isn’t the first time Jimin has lost himself in observing you, in fact, it happens more often than he’d care to admit. At first, Jimin tried to control it, quickly averting his eyes when he realized he was staring just a little too hard. But soon, Jimin found it impossible to look away from you.

See, when Jimin first met you all those years ago, he realized quickly that he’d have trouble getting you off his mind. The way you made his heart beat too fast and his palms get all sweaty were sure signs that he had it bad for you. He figured it would go away soon because it was just a small crush, nothing to worry about. But for Jimin, it never did seem to go away. When he was with you, he just wanted to be closer to you, ensuring he always had the chair beside you to get a front row seat to your radiant smile. When he was away from you, all he did was think about you and your pretty laugh.

Yeah, Jimin’s got it really bad for you.

He thought about confessing to you countless times. Confessing that he ached to be beside you always, that no matter what he did he just couldn’t seem to get you out of his head. God, he wanted to tell you so bad. And he’d get close to it too, pulling you aside, saying he needed to tell you something important. Only, when the time came for him to speak, nothing would come out and he’d find himself scrambling to make something up on the spot.

Although he wishes you knew how he felt about you, Jimin thinks it’s okay that you don’t know. He’s happy to be in your life regardless. Even if he doesn’t get to be the one who takes you out and takes you home and takes your clothes off. God, Jimin wants to take your clothes off.

“Isn’t that right, Jimin?” Your voice directed towards him pulls Jimin out of his thoughts that are quickly turning obscene. “I mean, you know Jungkook pretty well. Wouldn’t you agree?”

You’re looking at him with your eyes wide, waiting for him to agree with you. You’re wearing such a simple outfit but Jimin thinks you look so pretty like this, loose dark green t-shirt half tucked into your jeans and your baby hairs framing your face. Jimin flushes at your prolonged attention on him.

“S-sorry, I wasn’t really listening,” Jimin stammers, partly because he was still unsure of what you were asking him and partly because you just make him nervous.

Jimin’s heart pounds in his chest when you narrow your eyes at him like you’re suspicious of his answer. Just as you open your mouth, Jungkook interrupts, taking your attention off of Jimin. He sighs out a shaky breath. That was a close one, Jimin can’t let you catch him staring like that again.

You and Jungkook continue your playful bickering about God knows what. Jimin doesn’t care enough to start listening, probably wouldn’t even be able to hear the two of you over the sound of his own heart beating so loudly. Sighing, he gets up and steps out onto the balcony for some much needed air.

Hearing his distressed sigh, you and Jungkook’s eyes follow Jimin as he walks away, running his hand through his hair as he goes. You turn to Jungkook with a confused face, silently asking if he knew what was wrong.

“Ah, I don’t know, just ignore him,” Jungkook says, not looking you in the eye.

Jungkook’s a terrible, horrible liar, always has been; you see right through it.

“What is it, Jungkook? Is he upset with me?” You question.

Jungkook scoffs, only making you more confused. You motion for him to continue.

“Jimin likes you,” Jungkook says as if it’s common knowledge and then pauses. “A lot.”

You think your heart stops for a second, before you come to your senses and punch Jungkook in the arm for joking around when you’re not.

“Ow! What was that for?” Jungkook pouts and rubs his arm trying to alleviate the pain.

“Jungkook, seriously. Stop kidding. What’s wrong with him these days?”

“I just told you! He likes you!”

Jimin likes you? Since when? There’s no way, you of all people wouldn’t have figured that out if it was true. But, the thought of it makes your cheeks burn. You always saw Jimin like an angel, something beautiful that you could never be with. It was why you never said anything, figured you’d spare yourself the heartache because nothing but embarrassment would come out of it anyway.

Just then, Jimin walks back in, immediately turning into his and Jungkook’s shared kitchen. You stare at Jungkook with your eyes wide, hoping he might explain more of the details.

“You know what’s wrong now,” Jungkook leans closer to you so Jimin doesn’t hear and whisper-yells. “He’s like head over heels for you, he doesn’t shut up about you!”

“He’s never said anything to me! How can I know for sure?” You whisper-yell back.

“Oh, trust me, you should hear him when he—” Jungkook shuts up when Jimin walks around the corner, headed down the hallway to his room. Jungkook gives you a ‘say something!!’ look and for some reason you listen to him.

“Jimin!” You call out after him, still trying to figure out what to say next.

He turns to you, “Yeah? What’s up?”

Your brain races to find something to say, but comes up short.

“Uh—,” You start, just to fill the space.

“She wanted to know if you’d come over tonight! Right?” Jungkook fills in and turns to you, nodding his head slightly so that you’d get the hint.

“R-right!” You nod your head rapidly.

“She asked me too but I have plans tonight. But you should go!” Jungkook sounds just as nervous as you feel. Terrible, horrible liar.

Jimin looks at you, slightly unsure at the way you and Jungkook are acting but then you send him this smile. This smile, that makes Jimin remember all that is good and pure in this world and he’s sold on your offer.

“Sure, when should I come over?”

“Umm, around 5?” You say, then remember the mess that is your one bedroom apartment. “Actually, how’s 6?”

“6 is good, I’ll see you then,” Jimin smiles at you sweetly before turning to make his way to his room.

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. Jimin’s coming over. He likes you and he’s coming over. Once you hear the door to Jimin’s bedroom click shut, you turn to Jungkook frantically.

“What should I do?” You ask, panic evident in your voice.

“What do you mean ‘what should you do?’” Jungkook obviously doesn’t understand your current dilemma.

You groan at his obliviousness, “I mean, how should I act? Now that I know he likes me?”

“Well,” Jungkook starts, turning to face you fully. “You like him back don’t you?”

Your cheeks burn and you nod slowly. You’ve never told anyone about your feelings for Jimin, out of fear that he’d find out.

“Okay, good. Your next step is obvious. Seduce him.”

You choke on nothing at his suggestion, you want to punch him in the face for even saying that. “Jungkook, are you crazy? How would I even know what to do?” Your hands come up to your temples, rubbing to try and soothe the imminent headache coming your way.

“Jimin is so desperate for you, do anything,” Jungkook reassures you. “Just make a move on him, I’m tired of hearing him in the shower every night.”

Your eyes widen, “Wait wha—”

“I’m not explaining, now go clean your place before Jimin sees how messy you really are,” Jungkook stands, straightening his shirt. “And good luck! Don’t bring Jimin back till well past 11:30, okay?”

“I hate you,” You groan, standing up too to grab your things before saying goodbye and calling out “I’ll see you later!” to Jimin.

Hearing the front door shut, Jimin scrambles into Jungkook’s room where he finds him laying down.

“Oh my god, what now?” Jungkook opens one eye to look at Jimin.

“I can’t go, I won’t be able to control myself,” The words fall out of Jimin’s mouth so quickly Jungkook struggles to catch them.

“Relax. It’s gonna be fine,” Jungkook sits up, motioning for Jimin to sit down beside him.

“How can you be so sure?” Jimin’s voice wavers, he’s so nervous.

“Just trust me, hyung,” Jungkook rubs Jimin’s shoulder, comforting him as much as he could.

“Okay,” The crease in Jimin’s brow has eased a bit. “I guess I’ll go get ready.”

Jimin spends his time picking out his outfit and hating it, then picking out a different one and hating that one too. He messes with his hair, trying to figure out what would look best. Jimin can’t seem to decide on anything. All the while, he’s trying to figure out what he should talk to you about, if he should show up with a gift, maybe flowers? Jimin pops into Jungkook’s room every so often, asking him every question that comes to mind and Jungkook tells him over and over again that he’s overthinking it. Jimin knows he’s probably right; he just can’t calm down when it comes to you.

Being good friends with him and his friends, Jimin saw you quite frequently. He loved seeing you, hearing you laugh at stupid jokes that were being said. And as much as he loved seeing you, most of the time, Jimin tried not to be alone with you. You get Jimin all flustered, make his hands get clammy, he can barely get out complete sentences when it’s just you and him.

Jimin sends you an “i’m here” text when he parks his car and you come down to meet him. He sucks in a breath when he sees you wearing a light yellow dress that hits your mid-thigh.

“Hi, Jimin,” You rock back on your heels, waiting for him to answer.

“H-hey, thanks for inviting me.” Is Jimin still breathing, it doesn’t feel like he’s still breathing.

You wave your hand at his thanks, “Come on.”

You grab his arm and lead him to the elevator, pushing the button to the fourth floor. Jimin’s still unsure if he’s breathing or not, but he has to say it.

“You look nice.” Your smile at his compliment practically blinds Jimin. “P-pretty.”

Your cheeks flame. Yeah, you dressed hoping he would like it but that didn’t mean you were expecting to hear him say it.

“T-thanks,” You bite your cheek and look down, praying Jimin doesn’t see just how red you’ve become.

The rest of the ride up is silent, save for Jimin tapping his fingers on the railing, trying to ease his nerves. You don’t have to lead Jimin to your apartment, he knows which one it is, having visited with Jungkook plenty of times. You fumble with your keys, hands shaking slightly at the idea of you and Jimin being alone.

“I got us some snacks,” You say as you open the door and direct him to the small coffee table that has bags of chocolate and candies and chips piled up.

“That’s… a lot of snacks,” Jimin turns to you and laughs softly.

“I wasn’t sure what to get, okay?” You mumble and turn to close the door (and to hide your, once again, flushed cheeks).

Jimin’s made his way to your living room, sitting on the floor with his back against the sofa. Taking a deep breath, you sit beside him reaching for the tv remote and handing it to Jimin.

Jimin doesn’t even remember what movie he picked. He keeps his eyes glued to the tv even though doesn’t like the movie because it’s better than losing himself in the way your crossed legs look in that dress. Doesn’t even want to think about how smooth your thighs would feel under his palms. Jimin is a weak, weak man, especially when it comes to you.

45 minutes into the movie Jimin picked you’re so uninterested in the movie you could die. You look over to Jimin, his eyes are unwavering from the tv, his hand stuck in the air with a chip in it, too busy to bring it up to his mouth. Even in his focused state he’s still the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen, lips puckered in confusion and his brows furrowed. You want to roll your eyes at him for not taking the perfect opportunity to say something to you. Leave it to yourself to make anything happen.

You slowly slide your hand across the short distance to his knee. You place it there lightly, feeling Jimin tense slightly underneath. His attention is now on your small hand, you can hear him gulp.

“Jimin,” you purr from beside him, squeezing his knee making him jolt. “Jungkook told me something today.”

Jimin gulps again, heart creating earthquakes inside his body. “W-what did he say?”

You turn your body towards him, sitting on your knees and sliding your hand just an inch higher. Jimin can’t make eye contact with you.

“Well, he told me something about you,”

Jimin’s breathing is shallow now, chest moving up and down quickly. You’re looking down at him with this look that makes him feel like he’s going to explode and Jimin thinks he probably will soon. Then you throw a leg over his lap, making yourself comfortable on his thighs and Jimin knows he’s going to combust.

“O-oh? W-what would that be?” He tries, really tries to sound cool, unaffected by your practically bare legs around him but fails.

Your clothed core against Jimin’s thigh provides instant relief to the pressure that had built up. You slide your hands up his toned chest, slinging your arms around his neck. Jimin flushes at your sudden closeness. He tries so hard not to ogle the way your tits squish together but the neckline of your dress is so low and Jimin can’t help it.

“Oh, come on, Jimin! I know you like me, know you wanna fuck me,” You say exasperatedly. “Jungkook told me!”

“He told you that?” Jimin looks horrified at Jungkook’s breach of trust.

“Well don’t you?” You cock your head to the side, baffled as to why he hasn’t pushed the skirt of your dress up to your waist by now.

Jimin carefully brings his hands to rest on your hips, still wary of the situation. Under his touch, your body feels like it’s on fire. You can feel your panties sticking to your soaking pussy. You move up Jimin’s thighs, your chest almost touching his.

“Don’t you, Jimin?” You repeat your question softly. “Just say it; I know you do.”

“F-fine. I like you,” Jimin blushes fiercely, mumbling under his breath. “Wanna fuck you. Can’t believe he told you.”

Your heart does twirls at Jimin’s confession. You duck your head down, trying to catch his eyes but he looks away.

“Jimin,” His name comes out so softly. “I like you too, you know.”

Jimin’s head shoots up, his eyes are wide and starting to water a bit. He’s wanted to hear you say those words for so long that maybe his mind is playing tricks on him. He couldn’t have heard you correctly, could he?

“R-really?” He asks so quietly, as if he says it any louder you might change your mind.

“Really,” You confirm, brushing your thumb against his soft cheek.

“Oh,” Jimin looks flustered now. “I didn’t know.”

“And now that you do?” You’re so close to begging him to just do something.

With his heart leaping, Jimin inches his face closer to yours. Jimin’s longed to know how your lips would feel for so long, they always look just so soft. He wants to know if they’re as soft as they look. His eyes flicker down to them, just in time to catch your tongue poking out to wet them. The sight makes Jimin surge forward, planting his lips on yours.

Jimin’s lips feel just like you imagined, plush and velvety against yours. His hand comes up to cup your cheek, tilting your head to the side. You want to savor your first kiss with him, really you do, but it seems your hips have a mind of their own when they move against the growing tent in Jimin’s pants. You can’t contain the whine that tumbles out of your mouth, much like Jimin can’t control the groan he lets out.

“Jimin,” It comes out muffled against his lips.

Jimin doesn’t dare to take his lips off yours, only letting out a low “hm?” in response.

It takes all your strength to pull away from him, but you're desperate to feel him touch you.

“Do you wanna take my dress off?” You ask, already pushing a strap down.

Jimin’s hand doesn’t move fast enough to push down the other strap making the dress fall slightly. He groans at the sight of the tops of your breast being exposed. His hands pull down the neckline of your dress, nipples pebbling as they are exposed to the cold air. His hands come up to cup them softly, just pressing the pads of his fingers into the flesh.

“Jimin,” You whine. “Do something.”

Leaning forward, Jimin licks a circle around your nipple, rolling the other between his thumb and index finger. The cry you let out is lewd and it’s music to Jimin’s ears. His tongue rubs over your nipple before he latches on it, sucking roughly. Your fingers tangle in the strands of Jimin’s hair, pushing him as close to you as possible.

“God, I love your tits,” Jimin confesses before moving to the other nipple.

You let out a pathetic moan, pushing your crotch down on Jimin’s, craving any kind of relief. Jimin moans around your nipple, sending vibrations throughout your body. He removes his mouth from you, leaning back and kneading your breasts with both hands. You flush under his intense gaze, hips still rocking back and forth.

“Can I taste you?” The obscenity of what he says and the politeness of Jimin’s voice don’t match up sending shivers down your spine.

“Y-yeah, please.”

You let Jimin guide you to the floor, placing a pillow under your head and another under your hips. He pulls the dress down your legs, setting it to the side with care. You giggle at that, it’s so Jimin, and he sends you a small smile. Between your legs, Jimin runs his palms up and down your thigh (they’re just as soft as he thought they would be). Leaning down, he kisses up your thigh to the band of your panties, placing soft kisses there too. Your body buzzes under Jimin’s lips.

“Gonna take this off,” Jimin murmurs against your skin.

He rolls them your legs, placing them aside, using the same care he did with the dress. You’d giggle again but the way Jimin’s taking in the sight of your dripping pussy clenching around nothing makes the giggle get caught in your throat.

“So pretty,” Jimin sounds in awe as he traces the puffy lips of your cunt.

His praise makes your face flush. His fingers trace lightly around you before he pushes forward and leaves a wet kiss on your fluttering clit.

“J-Jimin,” You gasp at the feeling of his tongue, taking short quick flicks against you.

He travels down to your clenching hole, licking a thick stripe all the way up to your clit, sucking harshly.

You sob loudly, closing your legs around Jimin’s head. His arms wrap around your thighs to keep them open.

“You taste so good,” Jimin divulges before continuing his attack on your clit.

His fingers probe lightly against your drenched core, dipping them in lightly before taking them out again. You push your hips down on his face, greedy for more of him. You can feel him smirk against you at your urgency. He pushes two fingers in slowly, waiting until you’ve gotten used to the stretch before pulling them out and shoving them back in. You throw your head back in ecstasy, calling out Jimin’s name.

“So wet for me, all for me,” Jimin says it like he can’t believe it.

His fingers scissor inside you, curling when he hears you moan loudly, his tongue still assaulting your clit. He can feel you tightening around him, your walls fluttering.

“Jimin,” You call out warningly. “I-I’m so close.”

“That’s good, baby,” He says proudly, speeding up the pace of his fingers.

“N-no, wanna cum around you,” It comes out of your mouth brokenly.

Jimin groans against your clit, sending another wail out of your mouth. You whine when he pulls his fingers out even though it was your doing. Jimin quickly rids himself of his jeans, the tightness of them was starting to get painful. He situates himself between your legs again, grabbing his cock and pumping it a few times before rubbing the tip against your folds.

“Jimin,” You plead, impatient to feel Jimin stretch you. “Please.”

Jimin pushes in slowly, letting out a whine when he can feel you stretch around him. You cling to his shoulders, making crescent marks with your fingernails.

“Y-you feel fucking amazing,” Jimin pants. “Holy shit.”

You moan loudly as Jimin starts driving his cock further inside you. Jimin’s lips find your neck, leaving wet kisses down the base.

“Feels so good, Jimin.”

Your hands tangle in his hair again, pulling at the roots causing Jimin to moan.

“Been waiting forever to fucking do this,” Jimin says between thrusts. “Don’t ever wanna fucking stop.”

“T-then don’t.”

Jimin’s rhythm speeds up, thrusting in and out of you roughly. With one hand beside your head steadying him, he reaches his other hand down to your clit, rubbing in circles with two fingers. The obscene squelching sound of your pussy and you and Jimin’s moan bounce off the walls.

“J-Jimin, I’m close, so f-fucking close,” You sob loudly, tears welling in your eyes.

“Kiss,” You reach out for Jimin, trying to pull him down to you. “Kiss me, please.”

Jimin obliges happily, smashing his swollen lips on yours. Your pussy clenches around him before your release gushes out. You see stars as your legs shake around him.

“Good girl, my good girl,” Jimin praises, still thrusting inside you, chasing his own release.

As you come down from your orgasm, Jimin’s trusts become sporadic, signalling to you that he’s close too.

“Cum inside, please.”

Jimin looks at you like he’s never heard something more pleasing. You watch his face crumple in bliss as he releases inside you, covering your walls in white.

Chest heaving, Jimin slumps forward, careful not to put all his weight on you, burying his face in the crook of your neck. You’re both sweaty and it might have felt gross to Jimin if this was someone else, but this was you and Jimin has loved you for so long.

When he catches his breath, he moves down your body to look at you. Jimin never wants to forget the way your pussy looks when his cum is dripping out of it. You whine at the sensitivity when he swipes his tongue against you, collecting your mixed arousal. He leans back up to kiss you, letting you taste him and yourself on his tongue. And that might have felt gross to you if this was someone else, but this was Jimin and you have loved for so long.

Jimin pulls away with a satisfied smile, laying down beside you.

“So, what did Jungkook tell you?”

You turn to him with a smirk on your face, “Told me you think about me in the shower.”

Jimin’s face turns redder than you’ve ever seen it.

“I’m gonna kill him, seriously.”

“Really?” You tease, tracing your finger on Jimin’s chest. “I think we should thank him.”

“You’re right,” Jimin concedes. “I’m gonna thank him and then kill him.”

#jimin smut #jimin fic #park jimin #jimin x reader #jimin x you #bts smut #pjm fic #bts pjm

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mindofharry · 4 years ago

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i had a thought of medium/ghost hunter!Y/N and a clingy ghost!harry…… here’s a small blurb for it <3

“So you’re a ghost hunter?” The girl asked as Y/N sorted her crystals. She smiled and nodded, although she didn’t like the term ghost hunter it was the easiest way to explain her gift. There are people that think it’s the coolest thing ever, to be able to speak and communicate to people who have passed on. But the majority of people in her town really don’t understand, and Y/N can sense their fear. She prefers the term medium, but for the sake of this little girl - who couldn’t be older than ten - she’ll let it go and be Y/N the ghost hunter today.

Y/N opened this store with her mom. It had everything a young medium or spiritual person would need. Although people don’t treat them with the respect they deserve, they fully believe in karma. They give back to the community with their lively spirits and practices, and their shop brings people from all of the country. There’s also teenagers on every corner trying to get ouji boards where ever they can, see Y/N tries to guide them with better things. Ouji boards are not good, Y/N absolutely hates them.

Y/N looked at the little girl, leaving her crystals for a moment. She could sense a lot of things. This girl is gifted too, she just needs a little push. She’s surrounded with good energy and especially good spirits.

“And you’re a ghost hunter too, right?” Y/N asked and the girl gasped.

“I am?”

Y/N giggled and nodded, placing a finger over her mouth as the girls mother came back. The mother had a few crystals, candles and looked exhausted to say the least. Y/N tilted her head at the mother, as she began to look through everything she was going to buy.

“Is there something bothering you?” Y/N asked and the mother sighed.

“Is it obvious?”

Y/N nodded with a soft smile.

“I can help you sage your house if you’d like? Maybe try and get the spirits to leave. My mother taught me everything she knew and she was a smart woman” Y/N stated proudly, the girl squealed.

“She’s a ghost hunter, momma!”

Y/N winked at the mom before handing a tarot card to the girl. “I need to show something to your mom, why don’t you try and sort some of these tarot cards out?” Y/N said and the girl excitedly got to work.

Y/N held the moms hand and walked her into the back of the shop.

“It’s your son, right?” Y/N asked and the woman gasped looking around. Y/N couldn’t sense any fear, she just seemed so tired. The woman sighed and nodded.

While Y/N was looking over her aura she saw the name tag on the woman’s shirt. Anne.

She obviously came straight from work, something is definitely trying to come through. Y/N didn’t sense any malice intent or bad energy, but she’d need to do a proper reading to get a better understanding of this spirit.

“Harry. My son. God, i’m not into those ghost things, i never believed in it. But then so many things are happening and it’s beginning to scare me. I thought if i put a few crystals around that this thing might go away” Anne said and Y/N nodded, wincing at her choice of word for the spirit.

“I see emily, my daughter, talking to herself or leaving notes at the door all the time. I adopted her shortly after harry passed away. And i feel like maybe he didn’t like that?” Anne said shaking her head.

“I’m sorry to drop this all on you, but no one believes me - us”

Y/N smiled and squeezed anne’s hand. “Your daughter is very special, she’s a light. All the things she’s doing is to keep you both safe. And your son? A light as well. There’s is no malice intent with him trying to contact you. He just wants to say hi” Y/N said and she could feel the relief anne was beginning to let herself feel.

“Would you…. Would you still come over? I’ll pay you how ever much you want. I just, I just need to get a full night sleep”

“Of course. I’d be happy to. Let me close up the store and i’ll follow you and emily in my car”

After gathering the stuff Y/N needed and closing up the store, she got into her car and followed anne closely. She could sense the spirit following them, he seemed nice, kind even.

“I know you’re in here” Y/N said tapping her fingers against the wheel. This was rare, new for Y/N. Usually she has to get her candles and crystals out — but this spirit is very prominent and wants to be seen.

“I’m here to help, harry. I want to help you communicate with your family. I do not mean any harm or to disturb you” Y/N said.

“I know”

It was small, a whisper. He was sitting in the back, definitely.

“Your mom is tired, harry. Can you tell me why you need to talk to her so badly? Did something happen to you before you passed on?” Y/N asked and she could hear a sigh. She almost felt excited, she couldn’t wait to talk to her mom about it.

“I miss her”

Y/N pouted and nodded.

“I understand. It’s hard for you, right?”

She couldn’t imagine the pain this spirit was going through — although she feel how kind and calm he is, she could also feel who sad and in pain he was. Emotionally that is. Y/N is going to do everything in her power to make him comfortable.

“So hard. I just want to hug my mum” He said and Y/N nodded.

“Well, i’m going to try and help you as much as i can. Is that ok?” She asked and she could feel him move himself to the front of the car. He was getting more comfortable, that made her feel good. Her job is to make spirits comfortable and happy before they move on. Harry is definitely comfy, but he definitely not moving on anytime soon. She doesn’t mind being stuck with him for the time being.

The car infront of her pulled into a nice driveway, the house is beautiful. Small, but cozy. She could feel harrys annoyance making her giggle a little.

“I think it’s nice. Suits your mom” Y/N said and harry huffed.

“I miss the old house”

Before he could complain more, Y/N got out of her car and skipped up to emily and anne. Emily still had a few tarot cards in her hand, playing with them like pokemon cards. Y/N smiled to herself and followed them into the house.

“Where’s all your gadgets?” Anne asked.

“Don’t need them anymore! But i can still do a little ritual if you’d like?” Y/N said and anne shook her head confused.

There was a tap on Y/N’s back, she turned around and saw harry. This was the first time she was able to see the spirits. He’s beautiful, is the first thing she thought. Long brown curls, cheeks flushed and eyes forest green. He’s wearing a floral shirt and tight black skinny jeans with converse on his feet.

“Harrys here with us right now” Y/N smiled and nodded at harry. He seemed a little nervous now.

“I uh don’t know what to say” Anne said her voice shaky. Harry was very close to Y/N now, he liked her.

“Ask me any question, or just tell him about your day. He misses you” Y/N said and Anne sat down biting back a sob. Harrys eyebrows furrowed and he sighed.

“Please don’t cry” He mumbled taking Y/N’s hand. Y/N smiled softly putting her hand over his.

“He said to not cry. I think it makes him upset”

Anne quietly laughed to herself and shook her head.

“Ask him does he like me!” Emily asked pulling at Y/N’s skirt. Y/N bent down and whispered into emily’s ear.

“Why don’t you ask him yourself”

The day went quickly, and Y/N was tired. These readings took a lot out of her. But she loved making people happy, especially people as kind as Anne and Emily. They needed this to heal, Y/N is so happy they chose her as their guide and to include her on their journey.

“You need to rest” Harry whispered in Y/N’s ear as Anne gave her tea. Y/N shushed him and sipped the drink, it was delicious. She loved tea, her mother made it all the time for her. It calms her.

“Y/N….”

“Y/N”

“Y/N!” Harry yelled making Y/N jump and nearly spill her tea. Anne and emily looked up and Y/N just cleared her throat.

“I think it’s time i go home” Y/N said and Anne nodded. “Of course! You’re welcome back anytime. I’m sure emily will come visit you at your shop too” Anne said, bringing Y/N into a hug. Harry was behind Y/N and followed her to the door. Y/N turned around and smiled.

“Bye harry!” She said waving and harry pouted.

“No”

She raised an eyebrow and laughed to herself.

“No?”

“Yeah, no. I’m coming home with you.”

#harry styles #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles one shot #harry styles angst #harry styles fluff #harry styles smut #ghost!harry styles

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slightlymore · 5 years ago

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my soulmate loves wine

part of the ‘soulmates collection’

doyoung x fem reader

others: jaemin, jeno

genre: one-shot, soulmates au, enemies? to lovers, romance, smut, fluffy tones, phone chat (there are pics of the conversation)

warnings: tarot readings, alcohol, swearing, insults, explicit sex scenes (oral f and m, penetration, protected and unprotected - seriously, have unprotected sex only with people you trust. if you will have unprotected sex with strangers, i will manifest in the room and besides it being absolutely embrarrassing for you, i will also smack your heads together and call you stupid - bondage, rough, spanking, hair pulling, spit swallowing, slight breeding kink, use of 'slut', dom doyoung, sub doyoung, overstimulation f and m, edging f and m, dry humping, wet humping, mouth fucking, cum swallowing, slight exhibitionism, f solo, m solo, phone sex), doyoung has a big cock too lmao (in all of my own personal readings I always get that my soulmate has a big cock for no reason and I thought it was a funny detail)

words: 17K

tag list: @seostudios @doyochii @doodlingpizza @eboyhyunjunreblogs @mina-is-babie @sorrywonwoo @peterrogers15 @delphiskpoporacle @waffletaeng @wownajaemin @shimyshimykoko @doyoung-onli @chxb03 @strawberrymilkandcigarettes @hyucksie @neonun-au @cumtrov3rsy

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January 1st 2:23 am

And if he's not my soulmate, I'd rather wander alone than touching someone else's skin, I'd rather walk this earth with no hand to hold and lift me from the ground. And if I have to heal from it and accept the universe's imposed call, I'd rather suffer from my eternally open wounds. I'll fight the stars and let them burn me, I'll let them laugh at my weakest state and I'd gladly make them erase my memory of ever existing in all of the infinite lives if I have to follow Fate.

Doyoung felt the golden letters on the book cover in front of him and raised his eyes when he heard the crystal curtain move.

“I wouldn’t open it if I were you.”

A middle-aged woman was smiling at him, walking towards the table Doyoung and Jaemin were sat at.

The room became even darker but a certain comfort engulfed Doyoung when she smiled.

“I’ve never seen a book with a poem on the cover instead of a title.”

“A dear friend of mine made it.”

Her expression was calm and peaceful when she eyed the book and put her hand on it, pulling it towards herself.

“It’s beautiful,” Doyoung looked at the worn bordeaux leather. “What’s inside?”

“I’m glad you like it. And that’s-,” she leaned in mysteriously, “-a secret.”

As she spoke, a little candle lit up between them and the boys both flinched.

“Wow,” Jaemin whispered.

Doyoung blinked at the woman then chuckled once, laughing mostly at himself for being so jumpy for no reason. That place was made to look creepy but he reminded himself that it was only a facade.

“I’m here for a reading.” Her gaze was piercing and Doyoung realized that she hadn’t stopped looking at him since she entered the room.

“There’s a certain resistance on your part.” Doyoung tried not to snort. “Well…” I don’t believe in these sorts of things, he wanted to say, but Jaemin suddenly laughed, slamming his palm on the table and making a decent amount of colourful stones jingle on the glass table.

Doyoung sighed. “Sorry, my friend is very drunk.”

“You’re also drunk as fuck,” the other pointed his finger to the first’s face, poking him in the nose as he couldn’t keep his balance.

The woman smiled kindly as if unbothered to suddenly have two obnoxious young men trying to get a reading at two in the morning. “This is going to be a love reading. We’ll see what the Spirit wants to tell you about your soulmate.” “Actually, I’m here for a general one? Like, I don’t know-,” Doyoung tried to find his words and looked at Jaemin. “Money and sex?” the younger one suggested before they could have another laughter fit for no apparent reason. The woman kept the corner of her lips lifted as she retrieved a beautiful tarot deck. “Would you blow on this please?” Jaemin tried to open his eyes. “Blow? Of course. Doyoung is good at blowing.” Doyoung hit him with the shoulder. “Shut the fuck up. We’ll get kicked out if you continue,” he whispered amused. Or at least he tried to whisper. The boys kept giggling for a few more moments then got serious as they eyed the spread of cards in front of them.

The woman nodded and smiled.

Doyoung blinked at the lady then at the cards.

"There's mystery and magic attached to this connection. The universe wants this to be a surprise. You’ve been manifesting a lot, haven’t you?”

The young man felt suddenly very awake.

“Uhm, no.”

“It’s okay if you’re not honest with me. The Spirit can see your true feelings. It’s saying that if you needed a confirmation that this is real, then here it is.”

Doyoung stared at her nail, tapping at the card and wondered how many years of training she needed to be able to read people like that since he was sure that that piece of paper could not be able to tell her anything.

Relaxing on his chair he tried to put on the most neutral expression ever then nodded.

Okay, it meant. Go on.

“King of cups. Your soulmate is very in touch with their emotions. They’re going to teach you how to open up more since it’s difficult for you to express what you’re feeling.” Doyoung tightened his lips before he could wrongfully deny it. On his left, Jaemin was already sleeping with his head on the table.

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January 1st 2:23 pm

"Will we know right away that we're each other's soulmate?"

The Lady smiled and nodded at your widened and curious eyes.

"You have an intense soul connection. Also, you’ll know right away because sex-,” You gulped. “-is going to be the best you’ve ever had in your whole life. He’s a very fiery person and is quite domineering, I can tell it from the King of swords. He wants to dominate you in bed, maybe pull your hair? You love it. And he definitely loves your body, especially legs and chest. He worships you and he will put you on a pedestal.”

You felt your face warm up so you put your palms on your cheeks, trying hard to process all of that information.

The woman continued after a little giggle to herself. “He can come off a little cocky. He thinks he’s very good in bed thanks to his natural attributes but that’s just because he’s a little insecure. Maybe consider reassuring him that he’s making you feel good?”

Your mouth was dry and you automatically nodded.

“Wait, what do you mean with- uh-- with natural attributes?”

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Sometime in June

“Did you hear about the guy accused of stealing because it looked like he had something in his pocket while in reality, it was his 10 inches monster?” Jaemin asked before laughing like a supervillain, head thrown back on the couch cushions, splattering spit all over Doyoung who was sitting near him with furrowed eyebrows as he tried to find a good movie to watch.

“Yeah, it was me,” Doyoung replied with a monotone voice.

“Oh? Doyoung made a joke? I guess I might say that you’re-- cocky?”

Doyoung chuckled even if he tried not to.

“Okay, since you’re in a good mood-,” the other clapped his hands once. “No.” “You don’t even know what I wanted to ask you!” Jaemin whined. “I’m busy.” “You don’t do anything all day.” “I have to take care of my monster cock-” Jaemin slapped Doyoung’s mouth to cover it. “It hurts,” he mumbled.

“Listen. Next Sunday you’ll accompany me at the opening of a new winery. You don’t have to do anything besides be pretty and drink wine while I try to get between one of the associates’ legs.” “I knew it had to do with pussy.” “She invited me! It’s not like I can refuse. I’ve had a crush on her ever since I met her at that work meeting.” “You mean a few days ago?” “Love has no stages.” “Why do I have to come with you?” “I have two invitations. Drinking expensive wine for free? Hello? I’m doing you a favour," he spoke quickly and dramatically, clicking his fingers. “You need three invitations, for me and my co--ahi!” Doyoung giggled after Jaemin smacked him with a cushion.

_____

You had no idea you’d be having backseat sex that day and honestly, you felt highly unprepared.

Black ripped jeans and a leather jacket, the most basic outfit one guy could have on, yet you were salivating and for once it was not because of the pizza Jeno was handing you.

“Uhm, Houston?” he clicked his fingers in front of your face then looked into the direction you were looking.

“The guy on the right?” he asked without batting an eye. “How did you know?” you turned your head suddenly to face him and he put the slice of pizza inside of your open mouth. Then he rolled his eyes.

“He’s completely your type.” "I want to fuck him."

Jeno raised one eyebrow and you suddenly realized what you've just said.

"No. I meant-," "Hey! Guy with the rabbit mask!" Jeno suddenly yelled at the group of boys sitting on the grass in front of you. "What the fuck are you doing? Are you stupid?" you pulled his arm down. "My friend here said that she wants to f-," you slammed a hand on his mouth before he could finish. "I'm going to kill you," you whispered as Jeno started to giggle.

The Rabbit boy looked at you for a little while, tilting his head to the side, but then turned his back to you. He probably didn't hear anything and thought that you were all drunk.

“What the fuck was that?” you whispered.

Jeno sighed. “Y/N. You’re too shy. If you want to fuck a guy just go and do it."

You scoffed. “I’m too shy? I am not shy. I can fuck whoever I want.” “Yeah? Then fuck the Rabbit.”

You crossed your arms on your chest and put your tongue in your cheek.

“Can’t do it huh?” Jeno teased you. "I can. And I will." "I bet you can't." "I bet I will."

_____

“I’ll be honest with you. I’m here because of a bet.” The Rabbit had a gulp of beer as if girls with a Moon mask approached him with bet talk every day. Then he giggled.

“Sorry, your mask is ridiculous.”

You rolled your eyes even if he couldn’t see it.

Okay, he was a douche. Did you still want to fuck him though? Yes.

“What’s the bet about?” he inquired.

You straightened your lips in a tight line, the sound of your pulse almost audible in the silence of the parking lot.

“MyfriendsaidthatIwouldn’tbeabletofuckyoubecauseI’mshyandIwanttoprovetohimthatI’mnot.”

You spitted everything out thanks to the gigantic amounts of wine you had that night and found yourself panting a little when you were done. A little voice inside your head was screaming that it was dangerous and highly inappropriate for you to behave like that but you shrugged internally and hit it in the face.

“What?” the dude asked after a beat.

You sighed. “MyfriendsaidthatIw-” “Okay, okay,” he raised his palms, “hold up. Talk slowly? Your friend what?” “Myfriendsaid-” “Can you just talk slowly, please?”

“Nevermind,” you turned your back to him and walked away.

“Mooney, come back here.”

You stopped. “How did you just call me?”

The guy straightened his back and laughed under his mask. “If you want to fuck me, at least try and seduce me first.” “Aren’t you already under my spell if you’re so eager to keep going on with this conversation?” you found yourself saying. He shrugged. “I’m just bored. And don’t you want to win that bet? I guess you’re actually shy and your friend was right.” You scoffed. “I’m not gullible. You won’t make me do things only because you told me that I can’t.” “You’re here doing a thing only because your friend told you that you can’t. How is that not being gullible?” “It’s not being gullible if I’m here with that as an excuse when in reality I want to fuck you on the backseat, Rabbit.”

You couldn’t see his face but you knew he was smiling as he opened the car’s door and with a dramatic gesture he invited you in.

You walked in front of him slowly, asking yourself what the fuck you were actually doing, and he was quick to follow you inside.

It was dark and warm and you decided to lie to yourself that the trembling sigh that escaped your lips was because you’ve been feeling cold before and not because you felt the Rabbit’s hands on your waist. You let him pull you in his lap and his palms slowly brushed your goosebumpy thighs first, then your torso, hovering over your breasts before they could grab your mask and take it away. You were breathing through your mouth and you desperately needed to see his expression upon seeing your face. With trembling fingers, you pulled the little white rabbit down and his eyes made an appearance first forcing you to inhale sharply. Masks slipping on the side, you both took in the view of each other. He did not speak a word and you didn’t either.

“Do-,” you started unsurely, “do we know each other? Have we met before?”

He blinked at you and you could tell he was as confused as you were. “I don’t think so,” he whispered and you finally realized how close he was.

Like a switch, when you moved he moved as well and you roughly hit your mouths together, his hands cupping your ass and your fingers curling in his hair. It was so fast and almost painful the way you embraced each other that you wondered just how horny some wine could make you become. He grunted as you suddenly bit his neck and just that sound made your blood boil. You knew how and where to touch him and when his fingers got underneath your dress it seemed like he knew your weak spots as well. You let go of his neck and grabbed his head as your nipples disappeared inside his mouth. His lips were cold just like his touch and it made you shiver.

_____

Doyoung noticed you the exact moment you walked onto the lawn.

Your legs were bare and he wondered why Jaemin dragged him to such a weird party.

“Just buy whatever,” the younger said behind a black ominous mask while examining himself in the mirror.

Doyoung hummed pensively and grabbed the white Rabbit.

“I wanted that one too but since I’m going to see the associate lady tonight again, I thought that something less stupid would be better,” commented Jaemin.

“So you think this is stupid?”

“It goes well with your vibe. Buy it,” he wiggled his eyebrows and for once Doyoung just sighed and shrugged.

“Ah come on, why are you not in a good mood tonight? We’ll have free food and alcohol tonight then free food and wine tomorrow.”

“I really don’t feel like coming. It makes no sense to throw a party before a party. I can’t believe you tricked me into coming to two parties.”

It was Jaemin’s turn to shrug. “These people have been travelling through all of Europe and shit. It’s their version of an afterparty. Like a rave. But it’s before the actual party and it’s on grass, with masks on and at 5 pm. You have to come.” "So there's going to be classical music and tea?"

The cashier ringed their items quickly and Jaemin took out his wallet to pay. “Why do you even get invited to all of these events?” Doyoung went on and added a pack of mints too. Jaemin smirked. “She likes me a lot, huh? Can’t wait to taste that sweet juicy pussy.” The cashier cleared her throat and was quick to dismiss them with her rightfully dry “have a good day”. “I just think she’s trying to gather customers for her wine. Don’t get your hopes up.” “She’ll want to gift me her wine after I’ll make her boun-”

Doyoung was so ready to accept an evening of him wandering around a party full of strangers talking in god knows what languages while his friend got it wet that when you pressed yourself on his crotch, nibbling at his neck and exhaling so deeply, he felt lightheaded.

You were with another guy and Doyoung watched you sit down on the cushions behind his group of friends. Your nude legs got even nuder as your white dress shifted up exposing your thighs. A sudden urge to spread them invaded his mind and he had to do something with his hands instead.

“Hey, guy with the rabbit mask!”

Doyoung turned his head around right in time to see you smack the dude on the face.

“Did that guy just tell you that his friend wants to fuck you?” Jaemin inquired with a giggle. Doyoung wondered how Jaemin could hear something like that at such a distance.

“I guess?” he agreed though. “And I want to fuck her too,” he heard himself add.

Jaemin’s mask looked as shocked as his expression underneath it.

“Why are you so bold all of a sudden? No, I mean, yes! Fuck her.”

Doyoung shook his head to get rid of the imaginary fog. “I was joking. Why are you getting so worked up?”

But when Jaemin finally disappeared suddenly, presumably to drink some wine with his lady, Doyoung could physically feel your eyes on his back as he walked down the hill towards the parking lot.

Your steps were light and you’d stop when he’d stop, unsuccessfully hiding behind the tall bushes of roses.

As he unlocked his car with a high toned beep, he leaned on the side of it and waited for you to approach him. A giggle left his chest when he saw you trying to find him in the middle of all of those cars.

“I am here,” he announced and you jolted.

Turning around you eyed him and stopped in place then took a timid step, then another until only a few separated you from him.

“I’ll be honest with you. I’m here because of a bet.”

You looked airy just like the moon on your mask and he thought you were adorable swinging your body weight from one foot to another like that.

“Sorry, your mask is-,” adorable, “-ridiculous. What’s the bet about?”

“My friend said that I wouldn’t be able to fuck you because I’m shy and I want to prove to him that I’m not.”

You were so bold that Doyoung felt his air miss from his lungs.

You slurred your words on purpose and he tried hard to pretend that he didn’t understand just to hear you say that you wanted him to fuck you again.

“What?” he asked.

You sighed. “MyfriendsaidthatIw-” “Okay, okay,” he raised his palms, “hold up. Talk slowly? Your friend what?” “Myfriendsaid-” “Can you just talk slowly, please?” “Nevermind.”

Fuck.

“Mooney, come back here.”

The air rustled with energy and he completely missed everything besides “I want to fuck you on the backseat” part and he had no idea how you got into the car and how he got you on his legs.

But now there you were, soft in his arms.

And when you took away your mask his head got drilled by a thousand questions. Your eyes, mirroring his expression as you slid his mask down, told him that you were thinking the same thing. Like two magnets you collided in a heated kiss and your scent was so familiar that Doyoung sighed when you let his lips go to breathe.

_____

Finally, finally, finally, your mind was chanting as the Rabbit moulded your body with his hands.

Your mind became mush so quickly that it was honestly embarrassing when you realized that you were riding his hardened cock. His lips on your neck seemed amused and after a moment he took away his fingers from your body, leaning back and watching you from under heavy lids.

You bit your lower lip and stopped with a certain difficulty, the burning sensation between your legs already boiling inside your veins.

"Go on."

His voice was sultry and raspy and your body reacted to it as if under a spell.

Your fingers on his shoulders deepened their hold and you closed your eyes for a brief moment before opening them again.

"Come on. Go on. Doesn't it feel good?"

He cooed, dragging one single finger across your bust, between your breasts and down on your stomach. His eyes wouldn't let a single expression of yours escape them.

"It would feel better if you fucked me."

The light in his irises twinkled.

"But I like to see you like this," he said before leaning in and letting his breath caressing your ear. "Desperate."

His voice was like a hiss and your skin shivered with goosebumps. You felt his open mouth on your nude shoulder, slowly going towards your clavicle and you extended your neck up to welcome him.

"Go on," he ordered again and your hips snapped, rolling on him, feeling the way your panties got pulled up as he slid his hands under your dress and twirled the sides around his fingers. It was frustrating as intoxicating and soon enough the windows of his car became misty from your heavy breaths.

"I hate this," you whined and he chuckled. "I can see that."

Almost completely lost in your foggy mind you jolted at a sudden snap and you stopped your motions just to see him slide your panties from between your legs and throw them to the front.

With a single pull, he pushed your now raw pussy on his clothed cock while his hands spread your ass, guiding your movements.

"Fuck," you gasped, feeling the rough material on your sensitive skin and it didn't take you a lot to go over the edge with fingers curled inside his hair and mouths open against each other. He drank your shaking moans, then without giving you a second to remember where you were, his arms wrapped your torso and pushed you under his weight. Your feet stopped on the window as you yelped and you desperately wanted to call his name when you felt his tongue lap at your wetness. His fingers were tightly wrapped around your thighs and when you moaned a few times in a row, your back arching and your body squirming in his hold, he palmed your stomach and pressed you down again.

_____

You looked like every sex dream Doyoung has ever had.

Arms thrown around your head, chest rising and falling, your sweet whimpers and soft skin, it drove him crazy. Your thighs pressing on the side of his head felt like everything he has ever wanted but wasn’t aware of.

Mine mine mine all mine. A weird possession sentiment swept him away and when he looked up at your fucked up expression he felt like shivering. With a plop he let your clit go and kept pumping his fingers inside of you, curling them right where you wanted him to, kissing your navel, licking your under breasts, sucking the skin in until it probably hurt, then sucking on your nipples, and finally on your lower lip. He wanted to see your face when you’d cum all over his fingers and when you gasped, wrapping his torso with your arms and trying to hide your face into the crook of his neck, he grabbed your chin and made you look at him. Your eyelids fluttered as he heard you swear multiple times and as he felt you clench so deliciously that he couldn’t wait to feel it around his aching cock instead. He wanted to rest a bit, maybe put his head on your soft chest and listen to your heartbeats but you were a stranger and you were hooking up in his car. So he sat on his knees between your legs instead, panting as if he were the one who just came, and he let his eyes trail on your naked body, licking his lower lip when he reached your wet core. He would have wanted to smear all of that on himself but he reached his jacket instead and took a condom out.

“Why do boys always carry a condom with them? You never know when you’d end up fucking?”

“Actually, when we carry a condom we never fuck and when we don’t have it we have the opportunity to fuck.”

“Well, today you’re lucky,” you smirked and he loved the way you tried to hide away your embarrassment with banter.

“Do you still want to do this?” he palmed your knee.

“Yes,” you nodded. “You didn’t cum.”

“You don’t have to worry about that. Do you want it?”

Doyoung wondered what kind of expression he had on to make you light up so much.

You bit your lower lip and sat up suddenly, getting on your knees as well and turning around with a certain difficulty.

“Yes,” you said again and bent over.

Doyoung choked at the view and wondered what country he had saved in his previous life to deserve all of that.

_____

You dreamt about opening a winery probably since you tasted wine for the first time.

You loved it.

Sour, sweet, bitter, flowery, fruity, still and frizzy, you loved it all.

People thought you were crazy and no one supported you until you met your best friend in university.

“Are you kidding? I’d love to open a winery with you.”

The classroom was well lit and she looked like an angel against the sunny windows.

You looked at her with wide eyes. “Really?”

She hit your arm playfully. “Of course! I love wine and that sounds like a very cool idea.”

“Look, I’m actually very serious about this so if you’re saying this just to-,”

She took your hands and looked into your eyes. “Me too. We’ll do it. I promise.”

Now, years later you were looking around at the freshly painted venue and couldn’t believe your eyes.

You did it.

Tall ceilings and shelves full of your blood and sweat, you walked around slowly, one finger to gently tap on the various displayed bottles.

“Hey, hey, no touching. We’ve cleaned them up and they have to shine.”

Your friend appeared on your side and you smiled. Her dress was sleeveless and you made a face touching her arms.

“Have you been working out girl? What are these?”

She snapped her head down to look at herself. “I guess… uhm, it’s all of the exercises… uhm that I do.”

You took her sudden panic for embarrassment and cackled. “With the party guy?”

“Who?”

“Jaemin you said?” “Oh yeah! Yeah, we’re quite active, aha.”

“Well, to get those arms you might have done a lot of hardcore BDSM.” You laughed but your friend looked rather mortified.

“Aw, come on,” you gently elbowed her. “I also fucked the guy from yesterday,” you added to make her feel better. And she lit up so much at the news that she almost knocked over the bottles in front of you.

“And you tell me now? How did it go?” “Well, I guess. I don’t really want to think about it though. I don’t think I’m into hookups.”

_____

Doyoung didn't like hookups but when he stepped inside the winery's main hall and saw your legs again and the way your ass was wrapped in that short dress he desperately wanted to bury his cock in it.

"Not bad, huh?" Jaemin smiled at the waiter welcoming them with glasses of wine, before looking up at the nicely decorated venue.

"Yeah, not bad at all," Doyoung murmured as you turned around and he considered fucking your breasts too.

Then he cleared his throat as he took a glass of wine as well, feeling his neck warming up. He looked around as he sipped, suddenly conscious of people as if they could read his horny mind. At that moment, with his body acting up as if possessed, he wondered if the wine didn’t have some sort of aphrodisiac in it.

“Do you also feel a little funny?” Doyoung placed down the wine and reached for his tie to loosen it up.

Jaemin glanced over him and promptly looked down. “Uh-oh. Do we have an emergency?” he started to laugh and Doyoung closed his eyes briefly before opening them and turning around towards the buffet.

“Heh, did that girl do something to you? You were so upset when she left without saying anything.”

“It was just a hookup,” Doyoung murmured trying to understand what kind of food he was staring at.

“An amazing hookup if you get like this upon seeing her.”

“Not for her I guess.”

“So you are upset. Cupid worked hard last night,” he elbowed his friend.

“Give me a break. You’re also crushing on your lady.”

“Also? Kim Doyoung, are you crushing on the winery girl?”

He shook his head quickly putting a pastry in his mouth to have an excuse to not speak. Jaemin lightly hit him and Doyoung hit him back like kids in third grade when suddenly the lights became dimmer and you spoke into a mic.

_____

“Hey, have you seen Jeno?” you asked your friend after finishing your introductory discourse and let people finally get wasted as they wanted to. “Who?” “Jeno? The guy I’m always hanging out with? He should have been here by now but I don’t see him anywhere.”

Your friend made a perplexed face and you sighed. “You’re right. You’ve never met him before. You’re both my best friends so I always forget that you’ve never seen each other.”

“Well, I kinda know how he looks like, so if I see him then-,”

"So you stole my money,” a sudden voice at your back interrupted you and you turned around to lock eyes with none other than the Rabbit.

He was so good looking that you felt the urge to kiss him, yet his mocking face made you so irrationally mad that you felt like slapping him too.

You put your hands on your hips and raised your chin. "Proof?"

You were still panting last evening trying hard to stop shaking from your third orgasm in a row. The Rabbit did a lot of things to you and you wondered why you didn’t hook up with strangers more often if that was the outcome. His wallet was on the seat in front of you and for a split second, you smiled wondering if he carried a family photo in it. His back looked very broad as he stood outside the car and presumably tried to make himself pee with a half-hard penis but probably failing. A sudden voice startled you and Doyoung replied to it. You quickly pulled down your dress and eyed the ripped panties on the steering wheel. Shit. You tried to grab them but the dude talking to Doyoung took a few steps closer so you retreated. "Fucked her good just like you planned?" Your face scrunched in a pout and you suddenly found yourself very upset. Doyoung didn't reply anything but you weren't sure that he didn't make a face. It was a good night. You had fun and a good-looking dude made you cum. You fucked him good just like you planned too. Then why did you feel a little used? Maybe you weren’t acquainted with the hookup culture, or maybe deep down you hoped that the sudden attraction you felt for the Rabbit was magical, but suddenly you felt very weird and a wave of disgust invaded you.

He was definitely not your soulmate and you should just get out of there.

You opened the door slowly on your side, quietly looking over your shoulder to make sure that they wouldn’t hear you. Feet on the ground you eyed the wallet again and you opened it. Not to check his family photo as you previously wanted to, but to get all of his cash. You swallowed a chuckle and ran away up the hill back to the restaurant’s garden.

He scoffed. "You’re a terrible thief. I make you cum and you steal from me?"

"You look like a rich guy. You deserved it. Also, you ripped my panties."

"And you liked it."

You clenched your jaw. "It wasn't even good sex."

His jaw's muscles flinched too. "You probably couldn't walk properly."

"Yeah, because of the cramped car not because of your cock."

"I think you have a loss of memory all of a sudden. Do I have to remind you how my cock feels like?"

"Sure. Then I will be able to say to your face that it doesn’t feel good.”

_____

"Fuck, it feels so fucking good."

Dragging you by the wrist, Doyoung shoved you in the first room he found and pressed you against the cold wall.

"I can't believe I'm about to have sex in the rosés showroom," you spoke with a breathy voice and when Doyoung pressed his open lips on yours you realized that you didn’t even know his name.

One thing is hooking up with a dude in his car while drunk, another thing is choosing to fuck him consciously on the opening of your new business and completely sober.

Although, when he started to kiss your jaw and neck, his tongue slowly creeping out and tickling your nerves, your mind felt so hazy that you wondered if you somehow had something to drink already and couldn’t remember.

Didn’t you hate the guy just a few moments ago?

“Do you really have to wear these dresses and drive me insane?” he whispered on your lips as his hands pulled up the dress in question.

You wanted to reply with something smartass but honestly, you chose that dress with him in mind.

Somehow, while browsing your closet for the big day, your mind could not stop thinking about the Rabbit boy. Your mixed feelings towards him confused you and you'd go on weird tangents of complete hatred and high adoration thinking about his face between your legs.

Certain that he’d come to the opening too, you carefully wore each piece of clothing you had, looking at yourself in the mirror and imagining he was the one looking at you through your eyes. Would he like the split on your thigh? Or would he like the way the dress accentuated your breasts more? Without realizing your hands were on your bust going up slowly, gently kneading your soft skin, cupping your boobs and flicking your nipples. Then one moved on your stomach, then on your thigh and just like that you started to moan.

And you were moaning at that moment too as the Rabbit lightly caressed your clit with the tip of his cock. You pushed your hips towards him to get more and he pushed you back into the wall, one hand reaching for your mouth and slipping the thumb on your tongue. You twirled it around his digit and sucked, lightly choking when he reached farther and choking again when you finally felt his cock fill you up too.

“You have to be quiet, Y/N.”

Your name on his lips made you tremble.

He probably heard it during the welcoming discourse or read it on the pamphlets and the fact that he knew it and you didn’t know his one, made you feel vulnerable in a pleasant way.

Or maybe it was the way his hand gripped the softness of your thigh, keeping it up on his hip, or maybe his own hips pushing inside of you that made you feel like turning into mush.

“Will you be quiet for me or am I fucking you too good?” he took away his finger and you gasped for air, your whines getting louder.

“As I thought,” he mocked you. “It wasn’t even good sex, she said.”

You bit your lower lip and hid your face into the crook of his neck but he pulled you away, cupping your cheek. “You have to look at me. I want to see this pretty face when you cum.”

Your eyes fluttered as his cock basically decided to rearrange your guts and you dug your fingers into his shoulders with a teeth-gritted moan.

“Are you close, baby?” You nodded breathlessly, the sudden pet-name just making it impossible for you to not beg to make you cum.

“You want me to make you cum?”

You nodded again. “Gonna cum- so hard-,”

The Rabbit thrust a few times more into you and suddenly pulled out.

You gasped as if mortally offended but unable to move a muscle.

"I don't think so."

His smirk made you swallow your own spit and he held your waist when he took a step back after letting your leg down.

“Hey! Come on!”

Dragging you away just like before he made you walk towards the party hall. His iron grip made it impossible for you to just go away and finish yourself and honestly, it would have been quite pathetic.

You moved as if drunk, fingers visibly shaking and mind clouded in the middle of the crowd.

"Fuck, I'll make you pay for this."

He smiled at you and intertwined his fingers with yours before lifting both of your hands and placing a kiss on your knuckles.

"Yes darling, I've already paid last time," he replied as a few curious people looked your way and saw just a random couple chatting peacefully.

You took a deep breath and tried to smile unbothered, imitating Doyoung's relaxed expression.

"It was just a joke. Do you want those couple of bucks back?”

He tilted his head to the side. “No. Let’s say I had paid you for your services.”

You disregarded him and opened your clutch, retrieving a few dollars. With a quick hand, you shoved them halfway inside Doyoung's pants making sure others didn't stare.

"Thank you for today’s fuck too then, slut."

_____

To say that it was easy for Doyoung to stop feeling you around his cock and pretend he wasn’t about to lose his mind when he couldn’t cum either, would be the biggest lie of the universe. But your frustrated expression, trembling limbs and glossy eyes made it all worth it.

“Where have you been?”

Jaemin handed him a glass of white wine and Doyoung took it absentmindedly. When he brought it to his mouth and had a sip he almost spit it back inside.

“What the fuck is this?”

Jaemin chuckled. “The winery’s speciality.”

“This is disgusting.”

“I had a whole bottle of that yesterday so now I’m used to it.”

“Why is it so sour?”

Jaemin hit his shoulder lightly to bring his attention to something and when Doyoung raised his gaze he saw your furious aura staring at them from a few steps away.

“Maybe the lady behind the recipe is sour as well,” he joked. “I lied when I asked you where you’ve been. Saw you together just now. Did you not fuck her good enough?”

Doyoung smiled and took another sip of the wine, barely being able to not make a face for a second time. “I fucked her so good that now she’s mad.”

“From her expression, she doesn’t look very pleased with the experience. And in fact,” Jaemin added quickly, grabbing Doyoung’s arm since he got distracted by the red wine, “she’s probably seeking a better one.”

You were chuckling at some dude’s pick-up line and accepted to disappear with him out of Doyoung’s sight.

The sweet dessert wine he tasted felt as sour as the first one.

_____

“Is the person I’m thinking about my soulmate?” “You already know the answer to that.”

You bit your lower lip unsure.

“What do you want me to say?” the lady smiled. “Yes or no.” “Why don’t you have faith?”

You leaned back in your chair and let your gaze fall on the decorations on the tarot reader’s desk. The little obsidian stones reminded you of the dude’s eyes and it made you irrationally angry.

You wanted to make him jealous.

You wanted him to come up to you and grab your hand or something and make the boring-ass guy that approached you to leave.

But he didn’t.

If he really were your soulmate, wouldn’t you both feel it? Were you just going crazy? Were you lonely enough that you weighed your every desire on him?

“I saw him just twice and I don’t even know his name,” you sighed, talking almost to yourself.

You probably unconsciously pouted because the Lady smiled kindly at you. She was no therapist but she gladly accepted to talk to you again after your first encounter.

“Does he match the description the cards gave you?”

“Well, he does have a very big cock, yeah,” you started. “Uhm, yes, it was that type of meeting,” you explained quickly before she could judge but the woman didn’t look unfazed. In fact, she was quite pleased to hear that.

“You think that meeting your soulmate is just seeing them and everything falls into place. But it’s harder than that. You still have to want it and you still have to work for the union. So many people missed the opportunity to get with their soulmate because they didn’t work hard enough.”

“Well, shouldn’t this be meant to be or something? Even if I make mistakes?”

The Lady tilted the head to the side and for a split second you felt as if talking to a lost best friend. “We have a lot of choice in life. Everything is out there ready for you and you will get help but only if you have faith it will happen.”

_____

“You again?” he asked, fakely annoyed.

You’ve always brushed off your mom’s words.

“At least take your sweatpants out of your knee-high socks.” “It’s just the convenience store at the corner, mom. It’s not like I will meet my soulmate tonight at 10 pm.”

But you actually met him and it was terrible.

The packs of instant ramen in your hands trembled a little as the Rabbit dude passed one hand through his hair waiting for a normal human reaction from you.

“What are you doing here?”

“Buying groceries for dinner,” he explained then eyed your snacks. “You too, I see.”

You tried to not let his subtle mockery get to you. “Yeah but why in this store in particular?”

“You’re wondering if this is fate?” he giggled.

But actually, Doyoung was the first to wonder if it was fate.

He has never really thought of the Lady’s words in detail, nor he believed in any of it, but when he first saw you descending the hill with your moon costume as if you were the actual moon, his mind independently carved the thought of how nice it would be for you to be his soulmate.

“I live in this neighbourhood and I assume you do too since you’re dressed like this,” he let his eyes fall and he looked at your stained pyjama pants.

A wave of heat passed through your whole body and for the first time, it wasn’t pleasure.

Your real soulmate would have never said that.

Embarrassed, you cleared your throat.

“Well, see you around then.” Turning on your heels, you didn’t wait for him to greet you back.

“Did that guy make you cum?”

You stopped so suddenly that the first two packs of ramen fell to your feet. You grunted and tried to bend but it was impossible to grab them without making the others fall too. With the corner of your eye, you saw the rabbit boy’s hands retrieving your stuff and when he got up again you felt his skin on the back of your hands as he pulled the remaining packs from you and let them fall in his cart. “Thank you.”

“Answer my question.”

You gulped but put on a brave face.

“This is not a conversation to have in the condiments aisle.” “Then come to my apartment.”

The intensity in his voice made your heart beat faster and then you blinked at his back as he turned around the cart and made his way towards the register.

“Wait, my ramen!”

He didn’t acknowledge you and greeted the cashier good evening. You awkwardly stood beside him as they beeped all of his fancy groceries.

“Uhm-,” you extended your hands to get your ramen but they beeped that too without batting an eye and the rabbit bagged everything in a few seconds.

“I- I could have- why-?” you followed him. “Now I have to pay you back.” “You gave me enough money last time.”

You crossed your arms on your chest as Doyoung placed the bags inside his car's trunk.

“That was for-,” you started but stopped realizing that you were about to talk about sex on a busy street in front of your corner grocery store.

He smiled. “Yeah?”

“Give me my ramen now.”

“Get inside,” he indicated with his head and without missing a beat he got behind the wheel.

“Why do you even drive if you live in the neighbourhood?” You entered and sighed, trying to put on the seat belt. “The groceries are heavy.” “Do you even lift?” “I love lifting women but not groceries.” “You lift other women and I can’t get a guy to make me cum without you asking me questions about it?”

Doyoung looked at you with a little smile as you stopped at the red sign. “Does the thought of me with other women make you upset or am I imagining things?” “Does the thought of guys making me cum make you upset?” you retorted. “Yes.”

You choked on air and the movement of the car starting again made your body press back on the seat. You didn’t expect that.

“Then why did you make me leave with him?”

Your voice got tiny and you hoped he didn’t actually hear you because at the same moment you realized that it was a little embarrassing. But his sudden glance told you that he did. His gaze returned towards the street and his adam apple travelling up and down his throat told you that he didn’t know what to say.

“Why did you leave with him?” he eventually asked.

It was your turn to not speak.

Not in a million years you’d admit to a stranger you wanted to make him jealous. A stranger that put his dick in you twice, but a stranger nevertheless.

“We just talked a bit. I was bored.” “So I guess he didn’t make you cum.” “I don’t do hookups,” you said before realizing what you’ve just said. “I mean-,” you looked at him and he blinked back. Fuck. You told the hookups guy that you didn’t do hookups.

“I mean, without being attracted to the person a lot. And that dude was not attractive,” you tried to explain fighting the urge to hide your face away.

“Thank you. I’m also crazily attracted to you.”

The car’s air became a little heavier and you thought that if you touched it with a single finger it would buzz as if made of electricity.

The walk to the apartment complex was almost urgent. His hands didn't leave your body once when you reached the elevator as if he suddenly forgot what personal space was and when you got to his door he firstly slammed you against it, hands quick to get under your shirt.

"Hey," you eyed the elevator's lights behind his back as he started to kiss your neck. "Someone's coming." "Let them come." The skin he sucked in made your eyes flutter and you whined feeling his fingers so close to where you needed them but so far away. "No, seriously. I think they're going to stop here." Doyoung hummed unbothered but you felt his hand press the code behind your back. Right when the elevator doors opened and you made eye contact with a cute little old lady, the door behind you opened too and you yelped falling backwards. Doyoung was quicker though and he held your waist, pulling you back into the kiss and closing the door with his heel.

Shoes off and no time wasted, you were suddenly bent over some sort of furniture and your pants got pulled down.

A single silent gasp left your mouth when you felt Doyoung's lips on the back of your thighs and when his fingertips grated at your sides pulling your panties down to your knees you started to pant. His hot breath tickled your pussy and you shifted in his hold. Doyoung's hands grabbed your ass to keep you in place and slapped one of your cheeks when he licked up a stripe between them.

You whined once and put your head down and closed your eyes, fingers mindlessly grabbing whatever Doyoung kept on the cabinet. When he pushed his fingers inside, your back arched and his cologne fell to the side with the cap open. The sudden scent of it made you even wetter and Doyoung hummed appreciatively with his mouth full.

"It feels so good," you whined again, imperceptibly grinding on him, brain not understanding when you got so horny all of a sudden.

"Please please please make me cum this time," you begged, looking behind you and seeing his hands spreading you all out for him before his fingers could find spots inside of you that you weren't aware of having.

"I kinda wish you'd beg some more," you heard the note of amusement in his voice.

His hands didn't stop though and before you could form any words your whole body contracted and lifted itself on the tiptoes, knees buckling and head light. Doyoung's airy breath met your spine and he held you in his arms to prevent you from slipping on the ground, kissing your back up slowly until meeting the shoulders.

"Good girl," he brushed your ear with his lips and you remained with your eyes closed, breathing heavily and when he made you turn around, you felt your body weak as if it was made of jello. He pulled you towards himself and you heard his chuckle buzz inside of his chest. In a second he threw you on his shoulder and you let out a little cry, your limbs dangling around him.

"I didn't know you were this strong."

He walked a few steps and turned left inside a dark corridor. You tried to look around but you barely noticed anything before he gently placed you down to sit on the bed.

"You don't know a lot of things about me."

When you raised your head to meet his face you smiled tiredly.

"I don't even know your name."

He tilted his head to the side amused. "Doyoung."

"Doyoung," you repeated, feeling the sounds on your tongue.

It felt very right.

Then his eyes fell on your naked legs and you sucked the air in, suddenly rolling in his bed, one piece of blanket to cover you up.

Doyoung, still standing by the bed, put his hands on the hips and furrowed his eyebrows.

"I'm here with my pussy all out. That's so embarrassing,” you explained.

"Yeah. I've just seen it up close just one minute ago."

"I'm having post nut clarity," you added, voice muffled and only the top of your head poking out the impromptu burrito.

"Well, I'm not having any post nut clarity since I didn't nut, so to me, it's not embarrassing."

"Oh my God you're right!" you eyed his crotch and sat up.

"It's alright. I didn’t plan to do anything else anyway. Just wanted to cook you dinner actually since I’ve already eaten," he sat near you chuckling and took off his shoes. "My mom would hit me in the head if she knew I walked up to the bedroom with these-," but then he gasped softly as you placed a kiss to his nape. Your arms wrapped his torso in a back hug just as your legs did with his waist, draping them in his thighs. His hands automatically started to palm your knees as you made your way towards the base of his neck.

“I don’t have any condoms,” he whispered as to stop you.

Your fingers found the hem of his shirt very quickly and you lifted it, loving the way it ruffled his hair after you threw it somewhere on the floor. Having his bare back in front of you made you lose track for a moment and when you touched his chest you realized it was the first time that you actually saw him naked.

“We don’t need them for what I want to do to you,” you murmured.

He breathed in shakily. “Well, we’re responsible adults so you have to know that I also don’t do hookups so I’m completely clean but if you don’t want to--ah shit-,” he almost whined when you let your hand down his abs to palm his crotch slowly.

He turned so cute all of sudden that your tummy did backflips as you kissed his jawline.

“Are you saying that you want to fuck me raw?” you whispered amused.

His cock twitched under his pants and he bit his lower lip.

“Does the thought turn you on, Doyoung? Feeling me around you, soft and wet until you can’t take it anymore? Huh?” You cooed, pouting your lips as you pronounced his name, savouring it on your tongue.

His breathing increased and you wondered how he still kept it all together.

“Cumming inside of me? Having your warm cum spill out-,”

He turned around suddenly and you let him push you down on the bed but only for a moment. The kisses you started to litter on his neck made his hold weaker and he threw his head into the pillow as you got on top of him. You kissed his chest slowly, then went down until you could finally pass your tongue on that single vein under his navel’s skin.

"I'm so on edge that I might cum only with a single touch," he breathed out and you smiled on his stomach at his honest side, whining a little when he slid his fingers into your hair as if to urge you to go on quicker.

"You should have told me," you sat on his thighs and slowly fumbled with his belt.

He bit his lower lip and watched the little show you put on for him.

"Well, now you know and you still want to torture me like this."

You lifted one corner of your mouth as you finally unbuttoned his pants.

"I think you deserve it, don't you think?"

He shook his head. "Not one bit. I've been good to you."

"Oh really? Then why don't you show me again what a good boy you can be and beg me to finally touch you?"

"You really think you can use my ways with me?"

You opened your mouth to reply but every word died in your throat as he reached down and pulled out his cock, pumping it up himself, a single shaking sigh of relief coming out of his mouth. "Shit-," he closed his eyes and pushed his head back, exposing his neck as his adam apple went up and down. You couldn't take your eyes off him and the sounds he started to make hit you right between the legs. His tip poked out of his fist as he fucked himself and for the first time in your life you were dying to suck a cock.

"Doyoung-," you breathed out but his hisses made you gulp, feeling your mouth dry at the sudden spurts of cum on his lower stomach.

"Shit," his chest rose and fell heavily and his eyes looked black underneath his heavy lids. Without being able to take it anymore you bent down and licked his tip sending shots of electricity through all of his body.

"Ah- Y/N-,"

You sucked his cock clean and, letting it out with a lewd pop, you smirked.

"Now you're going to take it."

And he took it well, cupping your head as it bobbed up and down, not without the most sinful sounds you've ever heard a man emit. As he placed his other hand on your cheek, you slid your own fingers down your stomach and reached your aching clit.

"Ride me?" he caressed your face with his thumbs and you looked up, basking in his fucked up expression.

With a wet sound, you let his cock out, licking his tip once to break the string of saliva attached to it and moved upwards on his body.

His hands were quick to grab your sides and when you started to grind on him he inhaled shakily, eyes piercing the way his shaft slid through your lips. Then he grabbed your shirt and roughly pulled it up, making you discard it in a second.

One hand to guide your ass and one hand to grope at your breasts and you were almost cumming again. And when he reached behind you and you felt his cock poke at your entrance you lost strength in your arms and leaned down on his chest, your breasts squeezed and your skin rubbing on each other when he started to thrust into you.

His hips' movements were deep and sharp and when you raised your bust enough for your nipples to rub on his chest he squeezed your ass and spanked it once making you moan loudly and fall back on him. So near to your orgasm, you dug your fingers into his arms not worrying about the little marks your nails left on his skin.

And then he stopped with a grunt.

You whined and opened your eyes to see him smirk.

"Fuck you, not again," you whispered breathlessly. "Yeah, fuck me."

And you bit your lower lip, lifting yourself up by putting your palms on his chest and started to bounce on his cock. Doyoung started to breathe with his mouth and he let his hands rest on his sides enjoying the way you were so desperately trying to chase your high.

Your thighs were burning and your mind was clouded but you didn't stop and when you started to call his name, Doyoung finally grabbed your waist again, taking the lead and finally sending you over the edge.

You finally cried out and pushed your face into the crook of his neck biting down on his skin as he kept going, not giving you a moment to breathe.

And when you heard him choke against your ear too, a string of profanities lingering in his lips you felt his hot cum fill you up, but getting slowly fucked back in with his last thrusts.

You remained like that both breathless for some time, his hands gently cupping your face to look at you. His eyebrows furrowed and he quickly dried your wet eyes.

"Are you okay? Was that too much?"

The concern in his voice made your heart swell and you shook your head.

"I'm feeling very good," you smiled and his expression relaxed a bit.

As he pulled out you felt his semen slide on your thigh and pool where your stomaches we're meeting.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, Doyoung. I was just getting frustrated as always when I’m around you.”

His hands went up and down your back as if soothing your skin. “I love how my name sounds on your lips. It feels like I’ve somehow waited my whole life to hear it.”

You blinked a few times, the sudden sweet words so weird in his mouth that you raised your head to look at him.

He looked back as shocked as you.

"Wow, I feel so sticky," he changed the subject as you opened your lips to talk. You eyed the little buds of sweat on his forehead and imagined you looked as spent as him.

"Are you also having post nut clarity?" "Yes. Everything is clear." "What's clear?" "This was one of the best nuts of my life and I want to do it again."

_____

Unable to stand on your own legs without shaking you remained sprawled on Doyoung's bed for a while, eyes heavy with sleep.

"The groceries are still in the car," he said while zipping his pants.

He offered to take a shower together but your growling tummy interrupted him so now you were alone in the bathtub, lazily lathering up your skin and waiting for him to come back from the parking lot.

Relaxed from the good fuck and the hot water, you looked around curious, checking out his toiletries as if they could tell you more about this mysterious Doyoung guy.

Perhaps it was too soon but as you collected the soapy water to blow on it you felt like falling in love a little.

A little smile crept on your lips when you heard the entrance door open and close with a thud and you looked in the mirror to check on yourself before Doyoung could barge in. As if he didn't fuck you while you were looking crazy just moments before that.

"That was very quick-," you started but squealed and put your hands on your chest as a man entered the bathroom not looking like your Doyoung at all.

"Oh my God!" the guy jumped back a little before starting to laugh.

"Who are you?"

"You scared the shit out of me. Why are you here in the dim light?" the young man kept going without answering.

You blinked at him. "It's relaxing."

"I'm Jaemin. Doyoung's flatmate," he finally explained and you wondered why he looked at you as if knowing you. "And you must be the winery girl."

You tilted your head to the side. "Winery girl? Do you know me?"

"I kinda go out with your friend? The other winery girl?"

You widened your eyes. "You're the BDSM guy?"

For the first time since he entered the bathroom, Jaemin looked flustered.

"Exactly what did she tell you about us?" he scratched the back of his head.

You giggled. "My friend has been very happy lately. I know enough to make sure you're treating her well."

Jaemin's eyes lit up and you thought he was so cute to have a crush on your friend. Your mind suddenly thought of Doyoung and wondered if he might have a crush on you too.

"Think of the devil," you murmured as Doyoung appeared behind Jaemin with the groceries bags.

"You were thinking of me?" he smiled then suddenly realized the whole situation. "Why the hell are you looking at my naked girl?" he tried to tackle the other. Jaemin chuckled and took a few steps back in the corridor.

"Had no idea she was here, I swear!"

_____

My girl.

You were sitting timidly at the dinner table, wearing Doyoung's clothes and looking at Jaemin's back as he prepared the food. The water running in the bathroom and Doyoung's faint singing voice made you chuckle.

He said, my girl.

You put your hands to your cheeks.

"You really like him."

You jolted and raised your head to see Jaemin comforting eyes.

Batting your lashes you wondered what kind of expression you had on and with a little note of panic, you wondered if it was that easy for Doyoung to see it too.

"This is a secret between us," Jaemin started lowering his voice, "but I think he likes you too. You really look like his soulmate now that I think about it."

You were about to melt but his last words made you snap out of the dream.

"His soulmate?" you questioned, suddenly very interested.

Jaemin shook his head as if to not give him any importance but upon seeing your curious eyes he placed the lid on the pot and sat down in front of you.

"So it was new years," he started and you gulped. He then stopped to giggle, remembering the scene as if it played in front of himself. "We were drunk as fuck. We went to like three different parties and I was wasted. I don't know if you're familiar with the place but there's a tarot reader downtown. We were bored so we decided to go there."

Your head felt suddenly very light. "And what happened?" you asked with a faint voice.

"Oh, we made a fool out of ourselves for sure, but the woman was nice and did a reading for Doyoung. I don't remember much but I kinda remember the physical descriptions. And you scarily look like that a lot."

You swallowed again and you felt your mouth dry.

"And does Doyoung remember?"

"Remember what?"

You gasped when Doyoung appeared on your side, a towel around his neck as he used one end to dry the back of his head.

"I was telling Y/N about the soulmate thing, you know? When the lady told you that they'd be coming around summer?"

Doyoung's pupils trembled a little but then he turned around and headed towards the fridge.

"Ah yeah. I don't believe any of that though," he said and poured himself a glass of water.

You looked at his profile as he drank and then noticed Jaemin's pitiful expression.

"I got a reading on new year's too in the exact same place," you confessed and the silence afterwards felt heavy.

"And your soulmate was someone that looks like me?" Doyoung joked and Jaemin giggled awkwardly.

Your heart stung very painfully but you let out a dry chuckle too.

“I don’t believe in it either. But it was very fun,” you lied.

“I should have done a reading too,” Jaemin commented.

"I'm starving," Doyoung lifted the lid and his friend got closer to stir again.

Their voices talking about ingredients felt muffled as you tried hard to swallow your stupid tears.

_____

You had no idea why you believed the soulmates story.

Maybe you were lonely or just plain bored but the idea of having a designated person you could be with during your lifetime felt very comforting. Especially since the Lady told you to have faith.

Doyoung seemed to fit every category and you were so insanely attracted to him that it did not make sense for him to not be your soulmate. But do soulmates appear then disappear from your life, leaving behind nothing besides your memories of them?

Maybe you should have given him your number after you left his apartment that night, but reflecting about it with a cold mind, you did well to not seek him out given his reaction to the whole soulmates discourse.

He was definitely not your soulmate. It shouldn’t have been this hard.

Looking at your desk you sighed at the amount of work you had to do for the day and you imagined Doyoung walking through your door just like soulmates in movies would do. Then you shook your head trying to get those intrusive thoughts out of your head.

Enough.

But it was so difficult, especially as your eyes kept falling on his cologne, partially hidden behind your pens.

You grabbed it suddenly intending to throw it out.

"Oh sorry, I made this fall," you eyed the bottle of perfume on the cabinet by the entrance as you put on your shoes. With quick hands you grabbed it but before placing the cap on, you brought it to your face and smelled it again. "It's very nice." Doyoung, seeing you out, was leaning on the wall. "Do you like it?" You nodded. "You can keep it." You hesitated, wondering if he was joking or not. "Think of me," his eyebrows wiggled amused and if you wouldn't have been so exhausted you would have begged him to take you against the same cabinet again.

Now, eyes closed, you were thinking of him indeed as you smelled that cologne, a shy hand slowly creeping up your thigh.

No. You weren't about to masturbate at work but the temptation was so big that you jolted as if awoken from a dream when your phone rang.

You breathed in and out as if to calm down and picked it up.

"Y/N speaking."

"Hi, soulmate."

His voice made you physically shiver and your heart started to beat so fast inside your ears that you were afraid Doyoung could hear it too.

"How did you get my number?"

"I don't have your number. This is the winery's one and I googled it."

You bit your lower lip feeling stupid.

"Yeah, yeah, you're right. Sorry, I'm a little tired."

"Have you been working a lot lately?"

"Yes," you replied and it was true, but it wasn't work that clouded and exhausted your mind.

"You need a pause then. Do you want me to help you relax?"

His low and amused tone made your legs shift and you changed their position.

"What do you have in mind?"

"Are you alone?"

"Yes," you almost whispered.

"Then close your eyes for me."

You did timidly and the increase of your breath probably was a confirmation for him that you listened because he went on soon after.

"Now touch your neck slowly with your fingertips. Go down to your clavicle then gently cup your breasts."

"This is making me shiver," you breathed out.

"Good. I bet you're wearing a thin bralette and your perked nipples are poking through."

You sighed as you touched them and smiled at Doyoung's correct intuition.

"Yes," you replied.

"Can you play with them as I would if I were there?"

You whined and bit your lower lip trying to resist the urge.

"Doyoung-," this is a little inappropriate and honestly, kinda rude of you, especially since you went mia suddenly and now you want to pick up from where you left, you intended to say but didn’t manage to.

"Do it," he commanded and your hand flew to your breasts and started to play with your nipples as if it didn't belong to you anymore.

"Good girl. Does it feel good?"

"Yes," you whispered.

"Speak up love."

"I can't be loud."

"Oh really? Then, now slip one hand under your panties and rub your clit. I bet you're soaking wet and let's see if you'll be able to not be loud."

His voice sounded like a hypnotic melody and you didn't even question it when you found yourself with the fingers gently pressing on your clit in little circles. Your breath got quicker and heavier, the grip on the phone was even stronger.

"Doyoung-,"

"Yes, babe? Does it feel good?" he cooed.

"It feels so fucking good-,"

"Can you slip a finger in for me too, love?"

You nodded even if he couldn't see you and you did as he wished, the stretch so unsatisfying in comparison to Doyoung's girth to make you whine frustrated.

"I- I wished you fucked me instead-,"

"Okay then," he replied calmly and for a split second, you wondered if the whole phone sex thing was not something you weren’t good at to make him reply so dryly when the door to your office opened and Doyoung took his tongue out at you.

His sudden presence made you so flustered that you promptly pulled your fingers away as if he caught you doing it instead of being the one ordering you around.

"What are you doing here?" you put your phone down with a shaking hand.

He walked lazily towards your desk and put a paper bag on it. "Brought you your clothes."

You looked at them. "How did you get in? My secretary-,"

"Told him I was your boyfriend."

You felt the air stop inside your lungs at his words but you couldn't do much as Doyoung suddenly bent down with hands on the desk and took your still wet fingers into his mouth.

You gasped softly as he sucked on them slowly, letting his tongue collect every single drop of your wetness, his deep eyes flickering with amusement at your visible lust.

And you were so horny that you didn't even question it when he grabbed your wrists and made you stand. You took a step towards him but he pulled you by the waist and turned you around, pushing you towards the desk with his hips and pressing himself into your ass until you were bent over.

"You look amazing like this, just like a little slut waiting for my cock, ain't I right?"

You gasped for air as he pressed one palm on your spine and the other slowly raised your skirt.

"You keep dressing like this at work. No wonder your secretary was so upset to hear that I was your boyfriend. Do you want us to put on a little show for him? So he knows his place."

His fingers drawing lines up and down your clothed pussy prevented you from forming any words and when you felt your panties slip to the side and heard Doyoung's zip you inhaled aching to feel him inside.

But he didn't touch you where you wanted him to.

"Answer me," he slapped your ass and you curved your neck up with a hiss.

"If you finally fuck me good enough perhaps I'll be loud enough for him to hear me."

Another slap.

"Are you being a brat now? Should I not make you cum just like-,"

"Nonononono please please no please--" the string of begging erupted out of you way too easily and it was interrupted by Doyoung's dry laugh and hard cock finally slipping inside.

You exhaled deeply and he grunted, bottoming out until you felt his hip bones on your ass.

He remained still then he snapped.

"Fuck fuck Doyoung--ah!" you cried out.

"Louder."

Your voice would have increased in volume without him ordering that but it certainly added to the whole desk creaking and skin slapping symphony.

One of his hands was palming your ass while the other pulled you towards him by the waist, but then he changed his mind and grabbed your arms by the elbows, pulling your torso up and making you curve your spine.

You cried out his name again and stared at his reflection in the window in front of you. Eyebrows furrowed and a couple of strands of his hair fallen from the styled fringe made his gaze even deeper when you locked eyes.

Then he smiled wickedly and a shiver shook your body knowing that nothing good will come out of that. And soon enough he let go of your arms and held your bust instead while the other wrapped your throat. You gasped for air and he attached his teeth to your shoulder sucking deeply and slowly, so different to the pace of his quick hips.

Your desk phone rang and Doyoung held you harder as an indication to not even think about it. Not that you even cared about besides the way his cock was stretching you all out.

The string of your choked moans just increased their tempo until you shuddered in his arms with a cry, so hard and so suddenly that his hips stopped and he let go of your throat in a second, holding your body and breathing deeply with you until you didn't whine anymore.

A kiss on the cheek then on the neck and you turned your head around, searching for his lips.

Your phone rang again and he smiled.

"Answer."

"But you're still-,"

He grabbed the phone, placing it to your ear and you had nothing else to do than breathe heavily and greet with a shaking and hoarse voice.

You understood the first three words of the person talking on the other side before Doyoung pushed you on the desk again and started to thrust into you, this time seeking his own high.

You gritted your teeth and rotated your torso to be able to place your palm on his stomach and push your nail into his shirt.

The look in your eyes just made him even more amused.

“Yes, yes, no, could you please repeat that?”

And even if the voice on the other line kindly repeated itself, your eyes rolled inside of your head and your body moved back and forth on the desk making you not understand a single thing.

It was so highly unprofessional and inappropriate that it made your blood boil with pleasure. You hung up, making a mental note to call back and use the ‘line went dead’ excuse.

Doyoung didn’t like that independence a single bit and he made sure to show you as you suddenly found yourself standing, no cock to stretch you out anymore and his hands on your waist turning your around.

“On your knees.”

You slipped down in front of him with hands on his stomach then you let them fall on his soft suit pants.

The veins on his hand were popping when he grabbed his cock and lightly hit your lips with its tip. You let out your tongue and let it bounce on it, leaning in to be able to catch in between your lips.

Doyoung tutted and took half a step back making your suck on air.

“When and how I say so,” he murmured and got closer again.

His other hand grabbed your head and kept you in place, fully controlling the way he pushed his shaft between your lips, slowly smearing his precum on them.

“I really want to let my cum slide down your throat right now.”

You opened your mouth eagerly and he smiled wickedly.

It reached the back of your throat in one go and you gagged, pressing your nails into his thighs. Heavy on your tongue, you couldn’t move so it was Doyoung to slowly thrust his hips, increasing his movements until you started to drool.

“Fuck, you’re so good-,”

Short-breathed and fingers tightening in your hair you could feel him reaching his orgasm soon.

You lifted your gaze up and when he pulled out to make your breath you cupped his balls with one hand and took him inside of your mouth again.

He choked and started to grunt, meeting your movements with his erratic ones until he went suddenly still and you whined feeling his cum hit the back of your throat.

You swallowed quickly making him hiss as he thrust a couple of times more and he pulled out slowly, a string of saliva and his seed to connect your tongue to his tip.

“You’re amazing. You know that?” he whispered with a raspy voice. His fingers caressed your cheeks and lips as you looked up at him panting.

_____

“Do you want me to hit him with my car?”

Knowing him, it wasn’t a joke so you lightly hit his thigh. “Jeno!”

He chuckled.

Meeting your soulmate - it should have been electrical, like two magnets meeting each other.

The first moment you saw his shoulders, you knew it was him. Before you even saw his face and learned his name, you sighed in relief. Finally, you’ve found him and you were at home.

Then why was it so difficult to just be with Doyoung?

He fucked you good and kissed your lips. He made sure you were okay after fucking your throat and even massaged your feet as you tried to catch your breath on the couch inside your office.

“Can you please bring us, like, something to drink and some snacks?” Doyoung opened the door and talked to a very mortified secretary.

“Sure,” he suddenly got up and looked around as if not knowing which planet he was on.

“Why are you torturing that poor boy?” you rolled your eyes when Doyoung plopped back on the couch near him. “Now he’ll want to resign from the job and he was quite good at it.”

“I think he liked it. I know a post nut face when I see one and he definitely had some fun under that desk.”

The secretary entered the office and his lips were tight as he placed the tray with coffee on the little table in front of you.

“Thank you,” you smiled kindly at him.

“No sugar for you ma’am and one sugar for you sir,” he announced before leaving as quickly as he came in.

You leaned in and took your mug, sighing when you felt it’s warmth heat your skin.

“How did he know I take my coffee with one sugar?” Doyoung furrowed his eyebrows while doing the same.

You looked at him and shrugged. “I told you he’s good at his job.”

And you were thankful that the boy didn’t leave because now as you talked to Jeno in your office, weeks after you’ve seen Doyoung in there, you really needed someone to do your job.

“I’m just not even concentrating much. I think I caught feelings for him while he only saw this as-- fucking,” you threw your hands in the air once and sighed, sitting down at your desk.

Jeno hummed pensively. “Well, he strikes me as someone too romantic for that. People who just hookup don’t behave as he does. They just fuck and leave.”

You rubbed the bridge of your nose. “I just think he was being considerate. You can’t fuck someone’s mouth then leave them there like that.”

Jeno hummed again. “But he did call you my girl and he called himself your boyfriend.”

You looked up. “My girl as the girl that I fuck and my boyfriend only to make the secretary let him in.”

Your friend pursed his lips as if considering that side of events.

“How do you even know all of these details? I don’t remember telling you any of this before,” you chuckled.

Jeno cleared his voice. “You told me. Are you having a loss of memory too now?”

You sighed. “Maybe.”

The young boy cleared his voice again. “Anyway! Plan. Send him nudes.”

“What?” you exclaimed.

You could go around your sweet friend Jeno suggesting you to fuck Doyoung when he was the Rabbit boy but suggesting you to send the dude nudes?

Seeing his pink cheeks Jeno must have suddenly realized what he has just said too and regretted it.

“Trust me. He’s an air sign. They like sexting and mind fucking and all of that stuff. Now I have to go.”

You looked at him standing up. “Since when are you into astrology? Also, where are you going? We were supposed to have lunch together!”

“Sext him and send him a good coochie pic. Bye, love you,” he left like the wind and you leaned back in your chair perplexed.

_____

"Do you trust me?"

"Yeah," his voice was a whisper and it got engulfed by the jingle of handcuffs in your hands.

You were so beautiful and intoxicating that Doyoung found himself having difficulties breathing when you slowly started to crawl on the bed towards him.

“I’m glad you wore the lingerie I sent you,” he whispered, hands reaching towards you to feel the material under his fingertips. But you grabbed them with a sudden force and Doyoung groaned, finding himself pinned to the bed instead.

“No touching,” you purred.

The young man sighed, feeling his cock twitching on his lower stomach.

You eyed it and smiled like a cat. “You want me to touch you, babe?”

Doyoung nodded. “Please?”

You licked your lips and leaned down, your lips so close to his cock to make him audible whine. A little bit. A little bit more and he would feel-

And then he woke up shaking in his bed.

“Shit.” Doyoung closed his eyes again, rolling on his back with a certain difficulty.

His cock was so hard that it was almost painful and he felt short-breathed.

He looked at his ceiling again and he blinked twice when he realized by the hue of it that his phone lit up.

With a groan he extended his arm to the side and grabbed it, narrowing his eyes at the bright screen.

Then he choked and sat up.

“Fuck!” Doyoung exclaimed upon seeing his phone turn dark in his hands.

With a quick roll of the body, he put his palms on the ground looking for his charger. It took him some other swears and grunts to finally charge it but the phone remained black.

“What the fuck,” he sighed, hitting his head into the pillow.

_____

It was in the way you walked, the way your feet touched the floor.

Or maybe it was the way the air floated between your fingers when you moved your wrists as if grabbing something in Doyoung’s chest and pulling him towards you.

The line of your back extended up until your neck, the line of your jaw, your cheeks puffing up when you laughed and your eyes closing for a second. The sound of it making his heart beat faster and a little smile creeping on his lips although he was in a very bad mood that day.

The people you were talking to stopped looking at you and stared somewhere behind your back instead.

Mouth still open while explaining to them that blue and red looked disgusting together, you turned around to see what caught their attention and you met Doyoung’s face.

Your breath hitched and you had to swallow a few times before being able to speak.

“Hey,” you straightened your back as he approached you.

“It’s time for a lunch break,” he announced without batting an eye.

You blinked a few times, trying to process his presence there all of a sudden.

“You’re dismissed,” he spoke to the creative team and they obeyed him, walking away slowly and chuckling between themselves.

You waited for them to not eavesdrop and huffed before whispering. “Who do you think you are?”

“Your soulmate.”

He slipped his hand in yours and started to walk towards the exit. You let yourself be dragged amused for the first steps then stopped.

“My bag.”

Doyoung rolled his eyes and raised his other hand that was already holding it.

“Come on. I’m starving.”

“Where are we going?” you asked the back of his head as you were already descending the stairs. “Why are you here?”

“I’m annoyed,” he replied as if that was a sufficient explanation and opened the passenger seat’s door for you. "So I wanted to see you because it puts me in a good mood."

You looked at him for a few moments then sighed, trying to conceal your flustered emotions.

“Why are you annoyed? Because you realized that leaving me on read last night was stupid?” you put on your seatbelt.

When you raised your head Doyoung’s palms were on both sides of your face and his lips on yours. You exhaled softly, not expecting any of it so suddenly, then timidly you rested your hand on his knee. The luscious material of his suit was delicate under your fingertips so you absentmindedly started to draw little circles on it, imitating the pattern Doyoung’s tongue was making yours dance in. When he pulled away slightly you managed to look at his eyes. He placed another peck on your lips, then another. By the time he placed the third one you were giggling. The corners of his mouth raised too and you cupped his face and he flinched imperceptibly.

“I thought you wanted to slap me.”

“There are many reasons why I would want to slap you but not today.”

“Not today.”

“Be ready anytime.”

“You too,” he kissed your knuckles before putting his hands on the wheel. “But like on the butt.”

The engire roared as Doyoung turned the keys.

“My phone died,” he explained.

“Yeah, okay.”

“I swear.”

The engine roared again and you drove away from the winery's parking lot.

You sighed, crossing your arms on your chest.

“It’s okay. Only because you’re sweet.”

"Am I sweet?"

"You are."

"You're sweet too so I can't wait to eat you out again."

You rolled your eyes playfully. "Okay, you went there."

But he didn't do anything you'd expect him to do. Entering his apartment calmly, you both let the shoes at the entrance and you sighed to feel his soft living room rug under your bare feet.

No bending, no pushing and no hands to knead your flesh.

You tilted your head to the side amused as he placed your bag on the couch and ventured towards the kitchen.

"Is Jaemin home?" you inquired. Maybe that was the reason he didn't want to rearrange your guts that day.

Doyoung took away his jacket and slowly rolled up his sleeves. Your eyes followed his movements and although you weren't horny one bit before you saw him, now you would have been able to go on for multiple rounds with no rest in between upon seeing just his forearms. You took away your jacket too and expected him to do something already but he turned around and entered the kitchen instead.

"I'm making spaghetti."

You blinked at his profile as he retrieved a pan and a pot, filling the latter with water.

"Did you really bring me here for lunch?" you couldn't help but ask as you sat down at the table.

"Yeah. Why? Is that strange?"

You shrugged. "I don't know. You've always sought me for other things."

He faked an offended expression. "I fed you dinner last time."

You smiled. "But you also fucked me."

"You want me to fuck you after spaghetti?"

"Not necessarily. I like just hanging out with you, but only you like it as well."

As if sensing something in your tone, his amusement wore off when he finally started to cut the onions.

"Of course. Why wouldn't I like it?"

"I mean, we've never really openly discussed this," you gestured between you. "Hell, I fucked you three times before knowing your name."

"You've never asked for it."

"Yeah, well, my mouth was busy doing something else."

He smiled a little and let the onions fall into the hot pan, stirring a few times and opening the fridge to retrieve the tomato sauce.

"How do you want to discuss it?"

His voice got quieter and you had the hunch that he really didn't like having serious talks or emotional ones. Just like, well, just like your supposed soulmate. The thought made your stomach knot up.

"I know this might sound a little funny, but like, what are we?"

Doyoung added the tomato sauce and sprinkled salt, pepper and hot pepper flakes on it before stirring. His domestic look made your chest hurt in ways you've never experienced with him before and suddenly you were afraid to know what he had to say.

"I don't know, but we can be something starting now."

You sighed a little. "Like, friends with benefits?"

Doyoung's expression didn't change but his throat moved as he swallowed. The water started to boil and he put the spaghetti in, pushing them inside as they softened.

"You want us to be friends with benefits?"

No.

Yes.

But like no.

You wanted the friends, you wanted the benefits, but you wanted more.

Would you scare him away if you said that? Would he retreat just like he did when you mentioned the soulmates discourse?

"What about you?"

Dancing around each other like two assassins about to throw the first dagger you let the silence be the witness of it.

"I like you," he hit you first but it was no knife. It was light just like a kiss and your eyelids fluttered.

"Really?"

He let out a single soft chuckle. "Yeah. Why are you so surprised?"

You gulped and looked around not knowing what to say.

"It's just-- your whole soulmate discourse made it look like you wouldn't be romantically interested in me at all."

Doyoung didn’t speak for a moment as if trying to remember, then nodded.

"I don't believe in soulmates."

He placed the lid on the sauce and let it slowly cook.

"I believe in choices. And I'm choosing you I guess."

"Don't you think that maybe you're conditioned to choose me because I'm your soulmate?" you tried to joke but Doyoung didn't smile.

"And where would the fun be in that? My freedom? I think the universe might give you a path but you're free to follow it or not."

"Of course. But isn't it comforting to know that the universe is taking care of you that way?"

"Maybe. Perhaps we're actually soulmates and we've met like ones but now it's our duty to do something about it. I can decide not to see you anymore. What's the universe going to do about it?"

"Make me get into your way and annoy you?" you smiled and his lips curved too.

"What I'm trying to say is that I think we're making our soulmates. I decide that you're my soulmate and we mould ourselves to fit each other. No one is a perfect fit."

You didn't know what to say.

"I tried all of this time you know? I actively sought you out and maybe to you it was fate but we wouldn't be here if I didn't come to you. But you've just been waiting."

His words stung your heart and it felt like a scold.

"I just--it's not like I don't care. I also like you. A lot. I was just--hoping for it to be soulmate like, you know? Maybe that was childish of me."

"What did the Lady tell you? As your last words?"

"To have faith."

"Me too. But to me, faith is putting in the effort and believing in good results. Not waiting for stuff to happen."

"I guess you're right."

"Would you have let me go if you didn't think I was the soulmate you were looking for?"

You blinked a few times unable to speak.

Yeah.

You would have and the sudden realization felt so scary that your spine started to shiver.

He has been speaking without looking at you and at your silence, he turned his head towards you. When he noticed your glossy eyes he let the pan go and walked towards you.

"Why? No. Why are you crying?" he kneeled in front of you, talking with a soft voice and he placed his hands on your shoulders.

You shook your head shocked to see a few drops on your thighs and quickly patted your cheeks dry. Then you let out a timid laugh.

"I don't know what happened. I got emotional all of a sudden. It's fine."

Doyoung sighed and nibbled at his lower lip.

"What I'm trying to say is, even if someone came to me now and told me that you're not my soulmate and they are instead, I would not care. I'm still choosing whoever I want and that's you."

You felt your chin shake by itself and hated the fact that you wore your emotions on your sleeve like that.

"I'm sorry."

"Why?"

You shrugged. "I don't know. I feel like I fucked up something."

Doyoung waited, his fingers gently running your arms.

"I would have probably made the mistake of letting you go-," you sobbed, "and at first since things have been so weird and not necessarily easy I didn’t try enough-,"

His eyes softened and he pulled you into a hug.

"You're here now. Why are you worrying about things that could have happened?"

You wrapped his neck and hid your face into his shirt. His familiar scent culled you and you bathed in his warmth.

"I feel like I'm very childish right now and the lady told me that my soulmate liked me for being a boss woman-,"

"I like all of our sides, you fool," he pulled you away and kissed your forehead.

"But you’d like me more if I tied you up." "You’d also like me more if I tied you up." "I actually like it when you're subby." "See? And the lady told me that you liked me being dominant." "I do love it when you're dominant," you timidly circled his chest with your finger. "Hm, maybe I should-,"

"The pasta!" you yelled pointing your finger and Doyoung jolted turning around towards the stove.

The pasta was completely fine and he sighed closing his eyes.

"I thought it was on fire," he complained with a whiny tone as he turned the stove off. Quickly he drained the spaghetti and threw it in the tomato sauce stirring it afterwards. With the corner of his eye, he saw you stand.

"Come here."

You giggled and took a few quick steps back.

His eyes were furious and paired with his smiling expression he looked like a tornado.

"Come here," he repeated.

You shook your head.

"I said-," he managed to grab you and throw you on his shoulder, "-come here."

"Fuck!" you squealed. "Yeah, fuck, that's exactly what I'm going to do to you now."

One second you were standing and the other you were lying down on the couch with the most aggressive Doyoung you’ve ever seen attached to your neck.

The whines came quickly as he sucked your skin inside the mouth, not worrying for a second if it might become sore. As you grabbed his belt his iron fingers clasped your wrists together and you found yourself pinned with your arms above your head. Your chest rose and fell fast looking at his dark eyes under the unstyled fringe.

“Be a good girl and perhaps I’ll think about making you cum,” he whispered through his teeth. You squirmed under him and found yourself breathless.

“Did you hear me?” his other hand fell back the exact moment he bit down on your clothed nipple.

“Are you not wearing a bra?”

You giggled. “I manifested you coming to see me today. And you did.”

His eyes were dark as they analyzed you and for an instance, you thought he’d burst into tears.

But then he reached the hem of your blouse and lifted it up in a second, biting your nipple, letting his tongue circle it afterwards, soothing the sudden sweet pain then biting on it again, stretching it out, sucking on it, giving the same treatment to the other one. His fingers intertwined yours when he felt your wrists try to lift up from the couch and he pushed them down even harder than before.

“Do I have to tie you all up? Huh? I bet you’d like it, right?”

His breath was hot on your lips and so was his tongue when he took it out and slowly outlined them with his wet tip. You opened your mouth and took out your tongue too with a little moan, trying to catch him into a kiss, but he chuckled lightly and let you feel the air instead. Another whine as you lifted your head to reach him but he was quick to push you down by pressing his fingers on your throat. You choked lightly and he pouted.

“Bad baby girls don’t get to kiss,” he murmured. "But if you really want it-" he pressed one finger on your lower lip and opened your mouth. Y

our thighs tightened their hold around his waist and you pulled him towards you even more. The trail of saliva falling on your tongue from his mouth added somehow to the wetness between your legs.

You wanted to be a good girl. You wanted to be a good girl so badly, pleasing him and letting him whatever he wanted to you.

Swallowing slowly, you opened your mouth for more and he finally shoved his tongue inside, kissing you deeply, grunting as he let your hands go and you were quick to let them slide under his shirt.

His skin was hot and your fingers icy cold. He hissed when you circled his nipples and bit your lip.

"Maybe you should warm your hands by doing something useful." He took his cock out and-

"Okay, that's enough!" Jeno threw a cloth on the crystal ball.

"Ah! Come on! I was having so much fun," the Lady complained, jingling her earrings as she giggled.

The boy sitting across the table made a throwing up sound. "Also, why are you still looking like that? It's creeping me out," he commented.

The Lady looked at the mirror on her right and chuckled again.

"I like it when Haechannie is like this," Jaemin appeared from behind him and playfully kissed his cheek.

Jeno made another gag sound. "Gross."

Haechan shook his head and as the boys blinked he was back to his boyish looks. "I'll never get used to this," Jaemin murmured as he was not holding long hair anymore.

"Good job guys. We did it again," Haechan stood up and yawned, lifting his arms in a satisfying stretch. "If Jaemin didn't get back home that time she was over then it might have been quicker," Jeno lifted his legs on the table and leaned down on the chair.

“This is my first job! It was very tough for me actually,” Jaemin complained.

“Hard for you? I had to be myself, the winery girl, the secretary-,” he counted on his fingers.

“I had to be the cashier and I almost lost it when Jaemin said he couldn’t wait to taste your wet pussy-,” Haechan threw his head back and laughed. Jaemin imitated him soon after.

“Did you see Doyoung’s face? He wasn’t into it at all.”

"I miss being a Gryffindor. This universe is boring as fuck,” Jeno rolled his eyes even if he was also smiling a little.

"The next one might be as boring as this my dear friends," Haechan sat back down and brought out his book.

Jeno groaned. "Can't we have a normal life for once? I had to pretend I was a girl. And not only. The thought of Y/N thinking I was doing BDSM stuff with that guy-," he indicated a very amused Jaemin, "-took a toll on my health."

"I'm sorry I'm not a shapeshifter too. I would have loved to be the girl in this relationship. Also, it was you that told her we were doing BDSM stuff, not me.”

“It’s because I forgot to fully shift my arms! She thought I was-,”

"Quiet."

As Haechan spoke the guys immediately stopped talking and Jeno put his feet down.

"The next one is going to be a hard one. We're going to a dark place."

He closed the book.

"To hell, boys."

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huxianposts · 4 years ago

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I COMPLETELY forgot who posted this but there was this one tumblr that posted Pegoryu with ‘Koi no Yokan’ and I was like OMG YES, but then after a while I think an anon sent in ask about that and was like ‘Okay hear me out—Koi no Yokan and Coup de Foudre cause Ryuji’s Zio and lightning and thunder and he was the flash of lightning that made Akira fall in love’ AND I WAS EVEN MORE LIKE YES YES YES YES

BUT NOW I CAN’T FIND THE POST OR BLOG SO I FEEL I SHOULD JUST LET YOU KNOW OF THE EXISTENCE OF THIS AND HOPE YOU CAN SEE IT FOR YOURSELF ONE DAY

I ain't gonna lie, for hot a minute I thought Koi no Yokan was a band, and that Coup de Foudre was a song, and I was like, I don't think I've heard of them before but I will do it for pegoryu-- AND THEN MY PEA BRAIN REBOOTED AND WENT, YOU DINGUS, THEY ARE WORDS WITH DEFINITIONS. And THEN I remembered where I heard Koi no Yokan before and I went on a fever manhunt through my tags for it and I believe it is this post by @kareofbears!

here's the link to reblog ahaha! Though, I did not see/cannot find the Coup de Foudre follow up, sorry (￣y▽,￣)╭

but YES, YES YES YES!!!! We have the definition phrase for koi no yokan, but for coup de foudre, I've found, it's "an astonishing occurrence; especially : overwhelming love at first sight", and for your bit you mentioned "The moment when "lightning strikes" or something unforgettable occurs that you want to capture forever".

And I am literally shaking. It's so perfect for them. Not only am I shook at the slow burn aspect, but the lightning metaphor and imagery is so immaculate. Like holy shit!!!!!!

Anyway, long ass talk (me just rambling bc i haven't slept for a while LMAO) under the cut, sorry! But know that my Pegoryu heart just got reignited, so thank you, anon 😎

In my headcanons, I honestly see Akira being the one that falls first. He looks and acts reserved restrained, but he gets attached to people fast (the power of friendship, babyyyy-- my boy is a shonen jump protag), and Ryuji being that first re-connection back to the rest of the world, literal zio, lightning storm, thunder-- To Akira, there is a time before Ryuji, and then there is a time after Ryuji. Ryuji is... someone, something, an event that happened to him. Lightning strike that shifted the world a few degrees different.

Like, of COURSE, if it were anybody else-- I do believe Akira would've saved them, would've stood up, would've become someone more than what was given to him. But there is something so narratively delicious that he meets Ryuji first, and this is the person that woke up something in him, that he took one look after that first dungeon and sees recognition-- that core trait of protection being reflected back. I've said it in some posts before, but like, there was a writing choice for Akira to fully start his journey with the Chariot arcana, rather than Magician; The Chariot tarot card is all about overcoming challenges and gaining victory through maintaining control of your surroundings.

Akira at the beginning of the game is someone defined by loss: of his old life, reputation, and of control. I know the awakening theme for P5 is about rebellion, revenge, anger-- and he does embody all of that! But his core is to protect. That's what got him into his situation; the world punished him for standing up for someone else, tried to tell him it was a mistake, and it was wrong. Even after having dreams about Igor hinting at his future, meeting Sojiro, seeing how weird Shujin is-- it's meeting Ryuji, accidentally going into the dungeon, and having this stranger try to protect him-- that's what wakes Akira up. His lightning flash moment. Ryuji happened to him, and validated his core drive to protect; Ryuji looked at Akira, a stranger, and didn't debate on the merits of saving some guy who could be good or bad-- he just did it.

Akira woke his persona to save others. And as defined by the Chariot-- he overcame his challenge (fear of action due to what had happened before) and gained victory through control of his surroundings (reconnecting with the world and people, gaining a persona granted him control of his circumstances, etc.).

Ryuji is the overwhelming, unforgettable lightning strike.

Maybe Akira doesn't fall in love right at that moment. But I do believe he falls a lot faster, and that he recognizes the impact in meeting Ryuji. But again, his restraint does not let him voice any of this (because Akira is still very defined by fear); he knows what he feels, he just lost his voice in admitting anything truly vulnerable.

Now, on the other side, I headcanon Ryuji embodying koi no yokan perfectly. A lot of it is also Atlus having everyone adore Akira (which, deserved. Akira deserves good things), but it's my headcanon and I'm explaining the process.

I honestly believe it takes Ryuji longer to truly connect in a way that HE finds matter. It's easy to help strangers, but it's hard to let down your guard to allow someone at your soft belly; this is exemplified with Ryuji's prickly countenance, and his quick reaction to anything that could cause harm to others/the group. A lot of that is from the stuff that happened to him prior the game: Kamoshida breaking his leg, ostracization by his team and school, his own guilt, and hell, the lightly mentioned family history in his SL.

Like, chains are a big symbolism in P5: restraint, being literally chained down by society, yourself, etc. And in comparison to the main cast, his story happened outside of P5 plot (no connection to Shido, and his story was not jumpstarted by the Metaverse); Ryuji... just happened in the plot. Things happened to him. And he's been living his life defined by those things, chained down by external forces but also by his mistakes.

That's why, on a narrative level, it really makes sense that Ryuji's whole SL is about recovery, progress, and freedom. Everyone else is finally stepping into their story, so to speak, but he's the one moving on, because his story was done before the game even began (and that Atlus just did not give attention to, lbr), and change is an inevitable part of life.

But there is also the delicious juxtaposition of Ryuji's themes of freedom mixing with inevitability, though. Just the possibilities of internal struggle, you know? Like, if my life can change because I will it, because I seek freedom and that is an active process- how does inevitability play a role? Fate isn't real, it can't be (because does that mean half the bullshit in my life was doom to occur?), because that is a painful thought-- but. Akira.

Akira is someone that became inevitable to Ryuji's story; just as Ryuji was the lightning strike to Akira's life to wake up and recognize himself again, Akira is the inevitability of change for Ryuji's stagnancy. Because Ryuji is an active person in many ways-- staying in one spot, staying stagnant is what hurt him most, and just meeting Akira was.

It felt like the tide pulling from the shore, the sun setting, moon rising, world turning on its axis every day. Normal, devastating inevitable forces.

Their meeting was by chance, but did Ryuji really think he could stay the same? Did he think he could stay the same in his loneliness, after having met Akira?

He didn't fall first, but on some level, Ryuji knew that all the roads he ran on would lead back to Akira.

And while Ryuji may struggle with his own themes of freedom and inevitability-- I think he ultimately accepts what he feels for Akira, and makes new meaning of the two concepts for himself: "I guess bein' free...it's like how I feel when I'm talking to you, man."

Finding freedom in that inevitable love, because at the end of the day, Ryuji has the choice to choose that written piece, or reject it. And he chooses take it and make it mean something, changing in the way that matters to him.

Anyway. Thanks for reading this far LMAO. But anon, whoever you are, thank you for your ask, because I am literally this image rn

#thank you for the ask!#anon #pegoryu #sorry for the balls to the walls of text #but irl has been whooping me and then you remind me of the koi no yokan post and suddenly my p5-pegoryu heart started to beat again #thank you anon #i miss these two so much #i owe you my life for reminding me of how soft i am for them #again these are my headcanons wooooo #don't take it too seriously... unless? 😳

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chasingpj · 4 years ago

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𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞

"Bye, for now, puddles."

pairing: percy jackson x child of hecate!reader

words: 6,220

warnings: a little angst, missing a meal, death of a parent, i believe that is all.

timeline: post sea of monsters

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a/n: hi hi! I'm so excited to finally get this chapter to you guys. I'm sorry this literally took a month. i was taking two writing-intensive courses this summer and i was just burnt out. i hope you enjoy it!

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Part Seven Part Eight Part Nine Part Ten

A grunt escapes you; your contorted body weighs down the top of your suitcase as your damp fingers slip off the metal zipper. The unforgivingly humid weather provokes the heat of your efforts, adding to your discomfort. There’s urgency in your fingers, your frustration growing at each failed attempt to close your suitcase.

“Y/n! Hurry up!” Atticus shouts from outside of the Hermes cabin. As the zipper slips out of your grasp once again, you throw your head back in annoyance, hand coming up to push away wisps of hair that fall on your face. A familiar chuckle comes from the corner of the room, grabbing your attention from the wooden ceiling. Connor sits on the side of his bed; his comic book forgotten beside him as you fussing over your suitcase seems to be more interesting to him.

“It’s not funny,” you grumble, sitting onto your heels.

Connor rises from his bed, shrugging his shoulders with a smirk. He kneels by your suitcase, “It’s kinda funny.”

The corners of your mouth almost curve up, but you stop yourself, opting for a roll of your eyes instead.

“What the hades do you have in here?” The tips of his fingers turn white as he pulls on the little piece of metal. You shift your weight to the corner he works on, but it helps him as much as it helped you earlier.

“My brother’s left a bunch of books behind, so Lou Ellen and I split them up. She’s taking half, and I take the rest. We’ll study them and then exchange notes.” A hum of acknowledgment comes from Connor’s lips as he inches the suitcase closed.

“You guys are a bunch of nerds.” You squint at the other with a playful offense, and he laughs at your hardened features. “I bet you guys study more than the Athena Kids,” he teases.

“There’s a lot to learn,” you say simply, watching as he brings the zipper to the end. He leans back on his heels, and you move to take in the half-empty cabin.

The sight of the Hermes cabin being this tidy was foreign. There aren’t any sleeping bags on the floor; the belongings of your many cabin mates didn’t clutter the walls or the corners of the room as they usually do. It’s funny. There are always complaints of the cabin being too small, but it appears bigger without the mess.

“Will you and Atticus visit throughout the year?” Connor’s expression is hopeful. As the last day of camp approached, Connor’s wishes of a full cabin all year round became more apparent. The shift from a max-capacity cabin to a half-empty one must be a tough transition for social people like Stoll Brothers. If it were you, you’d be counting down the days of everyone’s departure.

You ruffle his brown locks, “we’ll probably stop by for, maybe, spring break?” Connor’s hopefulness begins to sag, and you frown. Spring break is pretty far from now, huh? “Depending on how mortal life treats us. You know, we might be back soon,” you add on quickly, hoping to lift his smile.

Though you wish to go home, you’re dreading all the supernatural activity you’ll have to deal with once you leave. Your father works tirelessly to protect the house, but entities always manage to get in. And if they can’t, they don’t mind hanging outside.

The hopefulness that faded from Connor’s face restores, and he gives you that famous mischievous smirk. “Well, I hope the ghosts bother you guys enough to come to visit early.” His tone is playful, but you can tell he meant some of his words. You laugh hesitantly and nod, rising from your suitcase.

“I’m glad you’re that eager to see us again.”

You thank him as he leans down, lifting the heavy suitcase from the ground for you.

“Y/n!”

“I’m coming!” You tug on the handle, glancing at Connor. “The year will go by fast, and soon this cabin will be bursting at the nails with new unclaimed people. Atticus, Lou, and I included. Anyways, you have your brother. You guys will find something to entertain yourselves.” You nudge him as you make your way outside.

“Yeah, you’re right. You will write to me, yeah?” Connor asks.

“Of course. I’ll send you snacks that you can’t buy at the gas station.” Connor’s arm pumps back to his side, hand in a fist as he hisses a “yes.”

The corners up your mouth hesitantly pull up as you push open the cabin door, finding Atticus and Travis talking on the porch. For the past week, the anticipation of your departure was killing you, but now that it was time to leave, you feel gloomy.

You knew the cause of your heavy heart was the uneasy tone of your going. Living day by day with the intention of moving on was hard. Because every time you look at their newly occupied beds, the sinking feeling in your chest returns. Every time you find yourself wandering in the forest, the memories of your often chaotic magic lessons flood your mind. You remember when Alice misaimed her wind spell, shooting Alabaster far into the trees. While you all rushed to check on him, Alice burst into tears because she was convinced she killed him only to approach a laughing Alabaster who shouted, “Right on!”

Every time you were in the Arts and Crafts center, you remember how you, Sage, and Lou would do Tarot Readings for the campers and how you would argue with the Apollo kids when they insisted your tarot cards are as honest as fortune cookies.

At the armory, you remember how Ambrose ran into James so hard, he stumbled and knocked down half of the shelves of weapons.

In the courtyard, you remember how Ernest, horrified by heights, produced the highest pitch scream he possibly could as he rode a pegasus for the first time under the persuasion of Alabaster.

All these memories, whether hilarious like your spell mishaps or bittersweet like when you and your sibling’s group hugged around Sage when she cried about her abusive stepmother, held a special place in your heart. Because the times where you laughed and cried together reminded you of the genuine bond, the family that was ripped away from you overnight.

“We'll see you guys soon. We should go. Argus will leave without us," Atticus says, relieved that Argus is still waiting for you on top of Half-Blood Hill.

“Have a safe trip, guys,” Travis says, patting Atticus’s shoulder before reaching out his arm and giving you a short side hug. You grab your things, hastily saying a final goodbye, and soon, you and Atticus are trudging up the hill.

Your free hand pats the pocket of your shorts, calming your worry of forgetting the necklace at the cabin. What rests in your pocket is a raw tourmaline crystal, now smooth with the help of Beckendorf, encased in a silver spiral cage.

You and Atticus carry protection crystals all the time, and they help with staying out of the radar of monsters and entities. After hearing Percy’s many stories of monsters bothering him, you figured he couldn’t be too cautious. Then after finding a spell in Alabaster’s many books that can dim down a demigod scent for a while, you decided to make him an enchanted necklace to wear.

You pack into the truck with Atticus right on time. Atticus sits in front of you, chatting away with Cecil as you make yourself comfortable in the back row with Ambrose. You frown; among the three other campers in the van with you, Percy isn’t one of them. Argus peeks into the back, doing a rough headcount. Great, now you’ll have to wait until next summer to give it to him.

Right, when you were going to chastise yourself for not giving him the necklace yesterday when you were done with it, a distant voice shouts, "wait!"

Argus halts in the middle of closing the sliding down and turns around. He shakes his head with disapproval while opening the door all the way, revealing out of breath Percy.

A smile widens across your face as he gets into the back seat with you, and you nudge Atticus’s seat.

"See, I told you we wouldn't be the last ones here.” You side-eye Percy, seeing the corners of his mouth pull up in amusement.

“Some people just don’t know how to get to places on time, huh?” Atticus says, and his eyes flicker to Percy before giving you a wide grin.

“Didn’t sleep in today, firefly?” There is a playfulness in Percy’s voice, and you smile proudly,

“Nope, not today.”

“It’s a miracle,” Percy mutters, loud enough for you to hear, and you scoff. Atticus snickers and nods in agreement.

“We were supposed to gang up on him, not you two on me.” You stick your tongue out at Atticus, and he returns the action.

“It’s more fun making fun of you,” Atticus teases.

“Rude,” you mumble with a slight smile on your face. The two boys chuckle, Atticus turning more into his seat to tell Percy something about a new Marvel movie. Excited voices fill the van as the other boys join in the conversation, and soon they are debating if Batman is really a superhero or just a rich guy in a suit.

You had to admit, as the conversation became more passionate, you were pretty entertained, but as you catch sight of Camp Half-Blood growing farther in the distance, you’re reminded of the ache in your chest. It’s only a temporary leave, but when you return, things will never be the same, and the false hope of your siblings returning has been proven to be foolish.

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Following a ghost dog while weaving through the hustle and bustle of Grand Central is almost impossible. Atticus’s hand is latched to the straps of your bookbag as you move through people, trying not to roll your eyes at the way Ambrose turns to bark as if he was reprimanding you for being too slow. Easy for him to say when he can walk through walls and people.

“Track 28,” Atticus reminds you as your eyes find the number written on the tan bricks of the high walls. You make a sharp left towards the entrance of another hallway, ignoring the groans of a grouchy bystander that you may have cut off. The next hallway you enter is a lot less crowded than the main floor, and you slow down your pace.

“Where do you guys live again?” Percy asks as he jogs up beside you. He had insisted on walking you guys since his train departs in the same station.

“Sleepy Hollow.” Percy scrunches his face as if he recalls something, and you smile, waiting for the question everyone asks when you say you live there.

“Have you seen the headless horsemen?” Percy asks, half-joking. A snort leaves your throat, and you look at Atticus, who’s equally amused.

“Oh yeah, plenty of times.”

“Really?” Percy asks, his eyes wide with surprise, and you laugh.

“No.” Your response makes his face drop comedically fast, and Atticus bursts into laughter. “It’s just a story, but there’s a lot of history there, so the place is crawling with ghosts. We’ve met the guy who wrote the story, though,” you mention.

“No way,” Percy squints his eyes in disbelief.

“I’m serious! Atticus and I take walks in the cemetery sometimes. We leave drachmas on the graves of newly passed people, so their venture into the underworld is smooth, but some people like to wander.” You shrug. “Washington Irving is one of those people.”

“Cool,” Percy says with such enthusiasm that it makes you smile. Ambrose turns around and barks again, standing at the golden entrance that leads to the grey tunnel lit with fluorescent white lights where your train waits beside the concrete platform.

“He always rushes us,” Atticus complains, and Harvey lets out a coo that sounded close to a groan as if he agreed with him.

The marble floors turn to concrete as you enter the tunnel. The blue and silver train on your left hums as it sits dormant in its station. Ambrose trots ahead, peaking into the doors and windows to find an empty cart to occupy.

As you follow a few feet behind him, your fingers fiddle with the necklace resting in your pocket. You’re regretting not giving it to Percy earlier because, for some reason, the idea of giving it to him now was more intimidating than if you had done it earlier on the bus.

Ambrose decides on a cart, and Harvey jumps off Atticus’s shoulder, squealing happily as he follows the hound while completely ignoring a worried Atticus trailing close behind.

"I, uh, made this for you," you sputter, the words coming out fast like vomit. Your fingers pull out the crystal necklace abruptly, and you put it in the palm of his hand. "It's black tourmaline. It has protective qualities; good at keeping negative energy, negative auras, things like that. I put a spell on it to dim down your demigod scent for a while, so you catch a little bit of a break. It'll last for a few weeks, maybe a month or two if the spell caught on well."

You bite your lip as Percy studies the necklace resting in his hand. "Wow, really? Thank you, Y/n. This is great.”

Nervous, you shift on your feet under his bright, smiling orbs. "It's no problem. After everything that happened at camp, I think it’ll be good for you to have one.”

Percy nods, his features softening all of a sudden, and he shifts. “Thanks for protecting me,” he says, and you feel heat rush to your cheeks. “Getting rid of that thing became more than you expected. I felt bad that I couldn’t help. Swords aren’t really useful when it comes to demons, huh?”

A small laugh of agreement leaves your lips. “It was nothing. I wasn’t going to let you be tormented by that thing if I could help it.”

An announcement echoes in the hall, reporting the departure of your train in a few minutes. You glance over, catching Atticus, Ambrose, and Harvey with their noses practically pressed against the window as they witness your interaction with Percy. The amused smirk on Atticus’s face makes you roll your eyes; he’s definitely going to tease you when you get on the train.

"I should go.” You face Percy again, catching him securing the necklace around his neck. The stone rests a few inches under his camp half-blood necklace. "Thanks for walking us here. Be careful getting home."

"You too…” he trails off, noticing your brother looking out the window. For a second, he seems as embarrassed as you do and a nervous chuckle leaves his lips. “Your brother is waiting."

“He’s so annoying,” you complain, and Percy’s next chuckle doesn’t sound as hesitant this time. "Well, uh, bye, for now, puddles,” you tease, butterflies dancing in your stomach.

"Bye, for now, firefly."

You both awkwardly wave at each other before you turn around, getting on the train with Atticus. With your gaze fixed on the floor, you plop into the seat next to him. You don’t even need to look to know he is smiling teasingly at you.

"How cute,” he teases, nudging your shoulder repeatedly with his own.

"Ew, shut up.” You shove at his shoulder, your nose scrunching as he flails his arms against yours as if you were fighting. Atticus chuckles and a string of sounds come from your familiars as they join in to tease you, and you couldn’t help but laugh too.

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The suburban streets of your neighborhood are filled with the chirps of birds and bugs and the sounds of cars that pass every once in a while. There isn’t much conversation between you and Atticus as you trudge up the hill leading to your dead-end street.

“Gods, I hope we can get inside without being seen,” you manage to say through your heavy breaths, lazily holding on to the handle of your suitcase as it rolls behind you. Ambrose’s nose nudges the back of your knees as if to encourage you, but it’s more cute than helpful.

“There’s no way that we are. Janie and Celia are always sitting on the neighbor’s porch.” You grunt in acknowledgment, knowing that Atticus is right. The neighborhood ghosts are friendly enough, but their company can be annoying.

As if on cue, you hear a delighted squeal from ahead the moment you reach the top of the hill. Two ladies wave their handkerchiefs in the air a handful of houses away.

Celia, the tallest of the two, wears a steel blue dress with a high neckline and a big bow tied on the base of her neck. She has a jacket button closed over her corset with a frill at the end of her sleeves. Her skirt is floor-length and complete, with ruffles cascading down its entirety. And, of course, no one can miss the high-crowned hat decorated with fake flowers, bows, and crimped fabric as it all sits on top of her blonde hair in an intricate updo. Janie, her sister, wears the same style of dress and headpiece only in a burgundy red. The resemblance between the two makes it clear that they’re siblings close in age. They have the same high pinched noses that jut in the air; both of their faces are regal like those in renaissance paintings.

You’ve seen them around for as long as you can remember. They were two sisters who died of scarlet fever a year before their first courting season, which was a big deal according to their constant moaning and groaning about it.

You look ahead, your expression blank as if their high-pitched voices didn’t fill the streets and they weren't racing toward you with their skirts in their hands.

“My word! It’s the end of summer already?”

“Atticus, you’ve grown taller!”

“What a handsome boy! Y/n, your shorts are too short, don’t you think?”

“It’s quite bizarre how such clothing is acceptable these days.”

“How beautiful you’d look in a gown like ours!”

“Where’s Alabaster?” Janie asks, attempting to circle her arm around Atticus’s, but he raises his arm to push back his damp hair to avoid the contact. She scoffs at his rejection and sighs.

“Alabaster was sweeter to us than you guys!” Celia pouts. Your heart sinks a little at the mention of him. Of course, they’d ask about him, and of course, your father will ask too.

Gods! Your father will ask about him.

You had forgotten you’d have to break the news today. These past few weeks, you debated whether or not you should do it by letter, but it felt wrong. It was only right that he’d find out in person.

“We know you can hear us,” Janie huffs.

“I hope dad doesn’t work late tonight. Do you think Grandma will be waiting for us?” You ask. As annoying as it was having spirits follow you, it was a little fun ignoring them when convenient for you. Atticus nods,

“Probably-”

“No one’s home,” Celia cuts in, and Atticus pretends to shoo a bug away to conceal that he paused from her interruption.

“But I don’t think dad is going to take long. He said his last lecture ended at three,” Atticus continues, and you nod.

‘I hope grandma came by to visit. I missed her.”

“I just said no one’s home.” Celia snaps, and you press your lips together to hide your smile.

Atticus sighs. “I know, I’m dying for those moon cookies she makes us.” At the mention of those cookies, your stomach grumbles. You hope Celia was wrong because you’re suddenly craving your grandmother’s cooking and her company. Her funny stories and voice that’s always a little too loud for the indoors never fails to cheer you up. As short and frail as she is, her voice and personality could fill a room.

“Me too,” you say shortly.

“Hello?!” Celia waves her handkerchief in your face, and you persisted in ignoring her. Suddenly, a sound of disgust comes from Janie as she brushes off her skirt.

“Y/n, retrieve this monster of yours!” She squeals as Ambrose bites the fabric of her dress, tugging on it with a growl.

“Damn this dog,” Celia shouts, attempting to shoo him away, but yelps in surprise as Ambrose snaps his jaw shut near her hand. “Get this thing under control! Y/n!”

Your hand comes up to cover your smile even though the two are shuffling behind you and a stifled chuckle comes from Atticus. The sound of Janie’s heels on the concrete becomes louder as she rushes beside Atticus again, and your smiles drop. The sight of your house comes into view, and you tilt your head confused; your father’s car is parked in the driveway.

“You said no one was home?” You say out loud, and Celia gasps beside you,

“Now you speak to me?” She snaps, halting as you approach the fence. She stands tall, hands folded in front of her elegantly as Janie’s expression is gleaming like a child on Christmas. “Your father requested to keep it a secret, so I obliged his wishes. He canceled his last lecture today to make you both a meal. What a lovely man.”

Your hand finds the latch for the white picket fence as you smile at the familiar narrow victorian-style house ahead of you. A path of cobblestone leads you to the brick steps of the small porch.

Your home sticks out from the more modern American houses that surround the area. It’s an antique, a snippet of history, as your father likes to say. The house is a russet brown only because the bricks are so old they’ve darkened in color. The house accents such as the window trims, porch overhang, and columns are copper, and the hipped roof has brown tiles that look like fish scales. Beside the porch, the bay windows from both stories stack on top of each other, and above the porch roof is the dormer that’s a part of your bedroom.

Gods, you’re yearning to be in your room. You just want to pull out your Murphy bed from the wall and bury yourself in your sheets. The idea of being in bed puts a pep in your step, and you are careful to avoid the salt ring that surrounds your house.

A butterfly passes by your face, flying to the bunchberry bushes your father has planted in the front garden. Among the grass, there are various flowers and herbs that your father grows in the summer. You’ve inherited many things from your father, but his green thumb isn’t one of them. He takes his gardening seriously while you can barely keep the cacti in your room alive.

“Enjoy your meal! Come talk to us one of these days. We missed you two!” Janie shouts after you as you make your way up the stairs. You turn around, Atticus smiling at them.

“We missed you, girls, too,” he says as if he didn’t want to admit it. Janie squeals something about how handsome his smile is, and you scoff, amused as you grab the doorknob.

Once you push the door open, you're hit with a rush of deja vu. The history channel plays faintly in the next room as you take in the home you’ve missed dearly.

There are two bookshelves against the wall on your right, a wide ledge with pillows under the bay windows. A messy coffee table filled with letters and stacked with books sits in front of the comfy reading nook, letting you know that your father was recently hanging out there.

There is a brown mahogany staircase that ascends upstairs to your left, and right beside it is the altar for your mother. A statue of her rests in the middle of the rectangle table covered in a black table cloth. On top of it lies the many offerings for your mom. Herb-dressed candles burn beside bowls of fruit, bouquets, a crystal enamel wine glass filled with alcohol, feathers, and other things. You ignore the altar as you put down your stuff beside the door, following Atticus as he takes off his shoes.

“Kids?” You hear your father call enthusiastically from beyond the foyer, and you persist forward into the entryway ahead of you.

“We’re home!” Atticus announces as he enters beside you. Ambrose barks making a beeline to the right and behind the kitchen counter. He jumps on your father with so much force he stumbles back.

“Gods! Why does he look even bigger?” Your father exclaims through a laugh, fixing the round glasses that threaten to slip off his nose as his other hand grips Ambrose’s paw. He yelps in surprise as Harvey's claws rest on top of his head, clinging to his hair to steady himself.

The warmth and smell of home fill your senses as you catch your dad’s gaze. “Well, come here! Are you going to hug your pops or what?”

You rush over with Atticus. Both of you hug your dad tightly on either side of him, and you smile as he presses a kiss on your temples. “I missed you guys so much!”

“We missed you too!” The smile on your face falters as he looks up, scanning the archway as if he was waiting for someone else. You shift, not ready to be faced with the question, and you peer around his body to look at the food on the stove behind him.

Your father notices your interest, and he chuckles. “Come on, let’s eat. You guys came right on time.”

You shuffle through the kitchen with Atticus, making your way to the rounded table at the end of the kitchen.

“Dad, what have you been up to?” Atticus asks teasingly, and your father perks up.

“I've done a lot of things to keep me busy. I volunteered to teach summer classes while you were gone. I’m reading this book with a fascinating perspective of the shift from Paganism to Christianity in Rome. It’s an amazing read; I highly recommend it. Though, I don’t quite agree with it.” Your father hums thoughtfully. “Oh! And I bought gnomes for our garden! And the thrift store had this little house and this old lady figurine! I put it on the porch. I don’t know if you’ve seen it, but she’s the official guard of the door," he declares proudly. "And…” He twists and turns before heading to the bookshelves in the living room area. He grabs something from the shelf then he showcases a cartoon Dobby bobblehead with wide arms. A high-pitched cackle leaves his lips. “It completes our collection!”

“Woah! Where did you get it? We went to three different places for it, and we couldn’t find it.” Atticus matches your father’s excitement, and you snort at the two.

“I went to a mythology convention in Boston a few weeks ago. There was a game stop across the street from the center, and I thought, ‘why not?’ I went in, and I saw this little guy by the register.” Your father is giddy as he nudges the head and watches it jiggle in his hands.

You think of what your grandmother’s reaction would be if she saw all the things he bought on his trip to the thrift store. She’d definitely complain. She always said that even growing up, your father had a liking for knickknacks. On your shelves and counters, there are always little trinkets lying around. It even extends to the walls, a variety of paintings and diagrams are neatly hung beside each other. From the state of your house, it’s clear your father is a maximalist in its purest definition.

“Wow! That’s awesome!” Atticus reaches out his hand for it as your father brings over his entire collection of Harry Potter bobbleheads, the toys huddled in his chest before he places them on the dining table. “The whole gang can hang out with us for dinner.”

“I hope they like pasta,” Atticus comments, lining them up as your dad retrieves the pan of food.

Your stomach grumbles at the sight, and you’re quick to serve yourself as Atticus and your Dad talk about anything and everything. You guys discuss what your grandmother has been up to, how your father’s classes were going, which led your father to ramble so much he formed a tangent on top of another. The conversation was going so well that you were sure he wouldn’t ask about your summer, but you had assumed too soon.

“So enough about me! How was Camp?” Your father chirps, and you shift in your seat.

You smile with confidence to hide the wariness you felt. “It was great!” You figured if you keep your answer short, you could move past it quickly.

“Yeah, the usual. Fun as always,” Atticus adds.

Your father’s eyes flicker between the two of you, and the first thing he notices is the way your smiles don’t reach the rest of your face.

The clanging of metal utensils on glass plates fills the room as the both of you fixate on your food but neither take a bite. The camp was never a touchy subject. The sudden unwillingness to speak about it makes his eyebrow cock up in suspicion. His eye averts to the empty dining chair beside you and the dinner place settings that remained untouched. Alabaster was supposed to join your return home. At least, that’s what he had assumed.

“Did Alabaster decide to stay at his foster home?” There’s caution in his tone, and he’s taken aback at how both you and Atticus tense up. The clings of metal halt abruptly, and slowly, you move to glance at your father.

“Dad, something happened at camp this summer.” Now, it was your turn to have a tone laced with caution. Alabaster lived with you for months and quickly became a part of the family. Your father saw him as his second son, and you were afraid to break the news that he may never see him again.

“What happened? Did he get into trouble?” You frown at the sudden edge in his voice. Atticus shifts beside you,

“He took the others to go fight for the Titan Lord.”

“What?”

“Mother came to speak to him and told him that it was best to fight for the other side since their chances are better,” you say slowly. “They left at the end of July. Only Atticus, Lou Ellen, and I stayed at camp.”

Your father’s expression darkens, grief written all over his face. “And you haven’t seen them since?”

You shake your head, not wanting to delve into the details. “I don’t think we’ll be seeing them again in a while and not in the best circumstances.” Your father nods, understanding the implication in your words. “Mother promised that she’d take care of them if they fight for the other side. I didn’t want to go; it wasn’t right.”

“That must be why everything is rotting,” your father mutters more to himself. You furrow your eyebrows.

“Rotting? What’s rotting?”

“Our offerings to your mother,” he clarifies. “All the fruit I leave on her altar goes bad in a few days. The flowers wither quickly too. The garden, in general, hasn’t been doing well either. I didn’t understand why.”

Your focus returns to your plate. Suddenly, you weren’t that hungry anymore.

She must be angry, you think to yourself. A part of you wanted a sign from her to let you know if she was bothered you didn’t join. When the sign didn’t come, you assumed she didn’t care; that, in a way, you were dead to her. It didn’t dawn on you to ask how the altar or the garden your father dedicated to her was doing.

“Can I be excused?” You strain, your face a little hot, and you’re not sure if it was from your anger or from the tears you’re blinking away.

“Of course.” The warm smile on your father’s face fails to budge the dread you’re feeling. “You can be excused as well, Atticus.”

You miss the way your father and Atticus exchange looks as you stood up. There wasn’t a verbal agreement, but Atticus stands up tall, determined to make you feel better. He trails behind you, and suddenly, he slings his arm across your shoulders. “You know what’s one of the things I missed at camp?”

“What?” You ask, trying to ignore the heavy feeling in your chest.

“Beating you at Tekken,” Atticus teases. Your lips curve slightly; his playful nature manages to brighten up your mood a little bit. “Let’s play. I’ll go easy on you, but I’m sure you’ll still lose regardless.”

“You’re on,” you nudge him, and Atticus chuckles, walking ahead of you and up the stairs. Your hand grips the railing, and you walk up a few steps before halting, and your eyes find the front door.

“You don’t get it!”

“I don’t.” You shrugged, amused at the way Atticus’s eyebrows knitted in disbelief. He ignored you, grabbed the remote, and played the Star Wars movie again. You groaned, seeing the slanted letters move up the TV screen. “Atticus! I can’t watch this!”

“Why not?!”

“Well, first off, my dyslexia won’t let me read that quickly, and if a physically written prologue is needed before a movie… it’s not a good movie!”

“How dare you!” You threw your head back as a laugh bubbled in your throat. The exasperated look on his face was too funny. You had no desire to watch these movies, and you figured if you bothered him enough, he’d give up trying to show them to you. The shrug of your shoulders made him scoff. “Just watch it!”

A huff left your lips, and unwillingly, you returned your gaze to the screen. Suddenly, a hollow knock came from the front door.

“It’s late,” you said, but Atticus was too caught up in the beginning battle of the movie to pay any mind to you. Rarely did you get visitors, definitely not past midnight on a Friday. Cautiously, you rose from the couch and moved toward the door.

Rain erratically hit against your curtain-covered windows; the wind and cold made the walls around you creak as they adjusted. Whatever waited for you at the door, you just wished it was a person, not a weird ghost or monster. Your finger latched on the side of the curtain, allowing you to peek through the glass of your front door.

A gasp left your lips. Alabaster, soaked from the ruthless rain outside, was the last person you expected to see. But even though you didn’t expect him, you had an inkling as to why he was here.

Hastily, you unlocked the door and flung it open. “Al?” You sputtered; his green orbs were surrounded by tired eyes and puffy skin.

“He died this morning,” he strained. Your expression softened, and before you could say anything, Alabaster stepped forward and hugged your shoulders tightly. The raggedness of his breath, the shutter of his body, sent your chest a weight of sorrow. You couldn’t imagine being in his shoes and losing your father to a long battle with cancer at 14. Tears threatened to spill from your eyes; the person you looked up to the most was breaking down. You never thought he would need your help for anything, but it seems that you were wrong. “I’m sorry. You guys live the closest to me, and I didn’t know where to go-”

“It’s okay,” you interrupted. “Oh, Al, I’m so sorry,” your voice cracked, hands rubbed his back as a sob left his lips. A creak of a floorboard caught your attention, and you turned to see a confused Atticus emerging from the living room. With a sad look, he understood what happened, and soon his expression was mimicking yours.

“I’ll wake dad and get clothes,” he said, then rushed upstairs.

Your father didn’t even hesitate to help Alabaster, opening the doors of your house to him. In his greatest time of need, the three of you stood beside him, and overnight, he had a place in your home and in your heart. The three of you spent so much time playing video games, getting into trouble around town, learning magic. All the good times you and Atticus shared with him, were they really worth throwing away to fight with Kronos? You realize now that his departure was never only a betrayal to the camp but to you, Atticus, and your father, and you couldn’t help but think perhaps, you guys didn’t mean as much to him as he meant to you.

A shaky sigh leaves your mouth at the thoughts persistent to ruin your mood. The desire to leave camp was to avoid all the things that reminded you of your siblings, but now that you returned home, you realize that running away isn’t as easy as you thought.

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