#their float stopped right in front of us while they were singing I am what I am and I nearly cried it was nice

[celestelunia]

This has been in my head ever since hearing Lydia song called "I only paint in red now"

I use the lyrics from this. If you want to listen to it before or while reading this, it will help with the overall feel of it. Lol

Hope you guys like this!

Warnings: nothing i think off outside of some craziness and madness.

Reader is female for this one.

When (this shows up), it means it's the other form of yourself singing.

"Whats a magicless girl like you going to do, huh?"

"I feel sorry for her...being stuck here. She's have no life outside of NRC since she has no magic..."

"Maybe I'll let you work for me if you promise to be a good pet~"

You stood in your room as you let your bag fall to the floor. For once, you were grateful Grim wasn't here.

You were tired.

So tired.

You knew not everyone at NRC treated you poorly, but you couldn't help but feel envious that everyone around you could do something you will never be able to do. While you might not have been from this world if you were going to be forced to stay here, then whatever powers that brought you here should have at least given you the ability to use magic! It was unfair and frustrating.

From the looks of things, you weren't even sure if you could go home, and if you had to stay here, what future awaited you?

The voices of various students echoed in your head as you collapsed on the floor and hid your face in your hands.

You were tired of always pretending you were fine. While you loved your friends here, you couldn't dismiss your current fears. Anytime it slipped out that you were feeling different or hated not being able to use magic, one of your friends always told you it was fine and that you were perfect just as you were.

So, why was this voice in your head telling you that once everyone graduates NRC that you would be stuck alone?

"I hate this...." You whispered before you suddenly felt something weird that made you remove your hands from your face.

Startled your eyes stare at a small, beautiful crimson jewel that was floating in front of you.

"W-what....?" You whisper before looking around and see you're still alone. As your gaze turned back at the small stone, you didn't move.

You've been in Twisted Wonderland long enough to know not to trust everything you see, but before you could stand, you suddenly felt a pulse hit your body that caused you to double over.

Suddenly, your breathing picked up as you felt your body move on its own. What was happening!?

You watched as your hand slowly reached out and touched the crimson jewel. As your fingertip touched it, you heard laughter before your vision blurred.

"She's been weird? How so?" Deuce asked as he walked with Grim and Ace towards Ramshackle dorm.

"She seems like something is bothering her, but she won't tell me what's wrong! My henchhuman is so stubborn!" Grim complained, but there is a hint of worry in his eyes.

"I'm sure she'll feel better after she has these treats we got." Ace grins as he holds up a bag full of your favorite snacks.

🎶Who am I, who are you?

What's a liе, what is true?🎶

The trio come to a stop when they hear a beautiful voice singing.

🎶How do you find a way out

When what's left appеars right and what's right's always wrong?

Clinging to sanity or embrace the fantasy?🎶

"What?" Deuce whispered as he looked around as the voice sounded like it was coming from all around them.

🎶Crimson red hearts

Stone from the start

Betcha they're beating now🎶

"Is that...?" Ace asked as everyone turned and saw you spinning and twirling on the pathway leading to the school as the voice seemed to be coming from you..

🎶Hatters and cards, yeah I'll tear them apart

'Cause the fire needs feeding now

Send kind regards

Drop the façade

Everyone hear my vow🎶

"Y/N!" Grim goes to run to you but is stopped when Deuce picks him up. "What are you doing? Let me go!"

"No...." Deuce said as both him and Ace looked nervous. "Something wrong..."

Your voice was haunting as it caused both boys to not move a muscle as you moved in a way that made it seem bewitching.

🎶I'll embrace this Wonderland crown

I only paint in red now!🎶

Ace, Deuce, and Grim tensed up as you suddenly spun around to face them and before they could do anything they felt magic wash over them as a red light erupted from your body covering all of the campus of NRC.

"What?" Azul frown as he suddenly couldn't move a muscle.

"Oh! This is a funny feeling!" Floyd laughed as he tried to move.

"Hm. This doesn't seem good." Jade chimed in as the three were in the Mostro Lounge.

"....." Leona said nothing as an annoyed looking crosses his features.

"What's happening?" Jack asked, not being able to move.

"I don't know...." Ruggie replied from Leona's room.

Riddle, Cater, and Trey found themselves in the same position as everyone else as they suddenly saw every mirror around them starting to glow.

"Y/N...?" Riddle asked.

🎶Wailing and tears

Sweet music, I hear

Sweat beading on your brow🎶

Your voice echoed through every mirror throughout NRC as everyone was rendered frozen. Even the teachers couldn't move as they listened to your voice echoing around them.

"Is that?" Kalim asked as your image appeared in the mirror as you seemed to be spinning and twirling as you sang. Jamil frowned as he watched what was happening. Something was wrong....

🎶Hatters and cards, yeah, I'll tear them apart

'Cause the fire needs feeding now🎶

Iida and Ortho watched as your image in the mirror walked up to Ace and Deuce as you circled them in an almost creepy way.

🎶Send kind regards

Drop the façade🎶

As you sang, you opened your arms as the gem that was around your neck started to glow a deeper red. Your eyes were unfocused and dark as you grinned like some crazy maniac.

🎶Everyone hear my vow

I'll embrace this Wonderland crown

I only paint in red now🎶

Suddenly the image shifted as it showed you standing ontop of a roof over looking NRC.

🎶My threads of thought are fading

Impulsive webs invading

Wonderland words coming out of my mouth

You're one of us now🎶

"Y/N...." Silver whispered in worry as he watched you through the mirror in his dorm. There was some dark magic at play here...

"That gem..." Sebek said as his eyes landed on the crimson jewel that was shining around your neck. "Where did she...."

🎶Wailing and tears

Sweet music, I hear

Sweat beading on your brow🎶

As you sang on the roof, you danced around in reckless abandonment as everyone watched you with bated breath as they worried that you might fall.

Suddenly, you seemed to jump through a mirror that appeared in front of you as the scene changed. In front of you was Crowley, who seemed to be unable to move as well.

🎶Now would you deny me my right to reply?🎶

As you sang, they walked towards the headmage as your voice took on a more angry tone.

🎶You see, I'm not done speaking, so let's see you bow🎶

The moment your voice said "bow," another red blast of energy came from you as everyone fell to their knees.

🎶I'm giving up, oh

I'll embrace this Wonderland crown

I only paint in red now!🎶

As you spun around the headmage office, you disappeared into another mirror and ended up standing on the stone path surrounded by the statues of the great seven.

🎶I'll speak in rhyme, if riddles you seek

I'll give you riddles, recite them for free🎶

As you sang, you closed your eyes as you felt power and magic surging through your body. You never felt more alive! It was so addictive!

🎶The clock's run out, too late to wake up

You're locked under this nightmare's thumb🎶

As you danced around something shifted as the crimson jewel around your neck faltered in it's glow for a moment.

🎶Begging, you hide and run

What have I become...?🎶

Your confident voice suddenly shifted to sounding scared as you stopped spinning and dancing.

The mirrors around NRC blinked as an image of you on your knees appeared as dark like threads were wrapped around you, holding you in place.

🎶Can someone please show me the way out🎶

Your voice echoed around as your body struggled against the black threads kept you bound. Another version of you appeared behind you as they wrapped they arms around you in almost a comforting way. Their body seemed to have the same red glow as the magic that now covered the school.

You didn't want this! You could see what was happening but didn't have control of your body. Whatever power that was controlling you, you did your best to resist it as you didn't want anyone to get hurt.

🎶I'm not too sure who I am or how🎶

You cried out as the image cracked and flickered as the darkness around you got bigger.

Suddenly, the image of you outside by the great seven appeared back on the mirror.

🎶Chasing down sanity til I drop

(Wailing and tears, sweet music I hear

Sweat beading on your brow)

Mind runs away, and it just won't stop🎶

Your body twitched and moved in a way that made it seem like you were a broken doll. Your hands moved up to your head as two voices seemed to echo at the same time. A confident and strong voice verses a more scared and waek one.

🎶(Now, would you deny me my right to reply?

You see, I'm not done speaking, so let's see you bow)

Please I am begging you just let me out!🎶

As the voices seemed to clash, you jerked back and forth as you kept one hand over the right side of your face. The left side was grinning as black tears ran down your cheeks as your head threw back to look up at the dark sky above you.

(No way out in sight, so try as I might

I'm giving up, oh

I'll embrace this Wonderland crown)

🎶I'm part of Wonderland now...!🎶

Feeling light as you collapsed back, but instead of hitting the ground, you felt gently arms catch you. Slowly, you opened your eyes as you saw horns, raven haired and familiar green eyes looking down at you. In his hand was the crimson gem that had started this whole thing.

"M-Mal..." you whisper weakly.

"Shh." Malleus said as he crushed the gem in his hands, and as he did, you suddenly felt exhausted. "It's okay now."

That was the last thing you heard before passing out in his arms.

"She'll be okay." Illia said as he appeared next to Malleus, who looked down at you in worry when you went limp in his arms. "Her body went through a lot. She just needs some rest." He said, touching your forehead.

"How did she come across the stone of Lydia?" Malleus asked as he opened his hands to see the remains of the stone in his palm as everyone was suddenly able to move. It was a powerful stone that could grant whatever your heart desired, but at a price...

"I don't know." Illia said with a worried tone before he heard voices calling out towards them.

"Y/N!" The voices of your friends called out as they rushed towards you. The moment the spell was broken everyone rushed out to come check on you.

"I'm sure everyone is worried. We can look into it later." Illia said as Malleus nodded, keeping you in his arms as you slept.

[choclodox]

Change Is Who We Are

Chapter 1 - Encounter

Word Count: 4023

(next chapter)

“Aunt Nikea, when will the Night People come see us?”

“They will someday, and when they do, it will be beautiful. But I am afraid that it is a day I will not live to see.”

The sun was taking the light with it as it started to set behind Polyphemus. Oliver had just started a fire to keep himself warm for the night. Tomahawk, his banshee, was perched in the nearby canopy of the island’s small forest, snacking on some fish he had caught earlier. As Oliver stared into the flames, he was reminded of the events from two nights ago.

Gunfire and screaming filled his ears. His squad mates were getting picked off one by one. If he thought the first encounter with the Sullies in the forest was brutal, then this was more than a rude awakening.

“Mansk!”

By the time he turned around after hearing Prager call his name, Oliver saw his teammate get impaled with a spear. Not even a second later, Sully had dropped from a staircase overhead and landed right in front of the private. He raised his gun to take aim, but before Oliver could fire, a dead body was being hurled at him with full force. 

Sully’s wrathful glare was the last thing Oliver saw before he stumbled backwards against the railing. He tried to stop himself from falling over, but he did anyway after losing his footing and banging his head against the railing.

It couldn’t have been more than 15 minutes. Flashing lights overwhelmed his vision and made his head spin. Oliver wearily lifted a hand to push himself up, but the second he did, his body slipped forward.

The sudden slide was enough to speed up his recovery and make him grab the railing before he could fall any further. His eyes widened upon realizing that the ship was beginning to capsize: If he didn’t move fast, he’d be taken with it.

He could save himself from drowning by running across the deck and jumping overboard, but that was risky if not impossible after such a hard hit to the head. Opting for the only option he could, Oliver steadied himself, shook his head to ward off the double-vision, and ran for his life.

Hauling his ass to the boat’s edge while dodging the debris falling in his path was hard enough, but between a brutal concussion, the AR on his back, and flames nipping at his heels, Oliver was starting to wonder if he would even live to see morning. He tossed his AR to the side. It wasn’t ideal, but at least he still had his WASP revolver. 

He didn’t have a second to lose once he was at the rail: one of the catwalks above had just collapsed and was about to cut off his escape route. As he gracelessly leapt over the railing, Oliver could swear that a few hairs on the tip of his tail were singed by the surge of sparks. 

The landing into the water was simple enough. He just crossed his arms, straightened his legs, and closed his eyes. It was the cold shock of the water and darkness that caught him off guard.

Even with a Na’vi body that gave him better night vision, he couldn’t see a thing when he was underwater and struggling to remember which way was up. It’d been a while since he had done any actual swimming. In fact, this was his first time ever as a recom. But he couldn’t afford to panic. Not right now. 

Oliver sacrificed a breath of air to see what direction the bubbles would flow and figured out that he was facing sideways. His lungs were burning and screaming for air; his arms and legs felt like they were about to give out, and right when he thought he wouldn’t make it in time, he gave one last kick and breached the surface. The gasp he let out could be heard for miles. 

The private panted as he regained his strength. He looked around and found a floating crate as if it were a Godsend. He eagerly doggy paddled his way toward it, and as soon as he latched on, the current suddenly changed.

He was far away enough that he didn’t have to worry about being pulled toward the scene, but in the distance, Oliver could see that the ship, engulfed in flames, had fully capsized and was now sinking. 

He pressed his hand to his throat comm.

“Z-dog, you read?”

Nothing.

“Lyle? Colonel?”

Silence.

He tried again, but he noticed that the comm wasn’t sitting correctly against his throat. Oliver tore it off and held it to the fire’s light to see what was wrong with the damn thing.

The backing of one of the buttons was dislodged and had allowed water to drown the comm’s inner workings: 

”Dammit!” he cursed.

The private couldn’t even start paddling toward the wreckage; the oil spill had been set ablaze, separating him from the ship. Oliver could only watch helplessly as the vessel fell below the surface.

His head started buzzing now that the adrenaline was starting to wear off. He didn’t want to accept that there was nothing left he could do, that he might be the sole survivor while all of his friends died in the fire. His ears fell back as he pressed his forehead to the crate. 

His thoughts were interrupted when a screech came from above. Oliver only had a few seconds to look up before Tomahawk tried to land on the crate next to his rider.

“Tomahawk, no!” he yelled. The crate swayed beneath them from the unbalanced weight, and the banshee let out a startled squawk as he tried to steady himself. As close as the two of them were, even Oliver had to admit that Tomahawk wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed.

Once they both balanced themselves on the crate, and now that Tomahawk had calmed down, Oliver was able to lean over and grab onto his saddle. It was an awkward process to climb onto Tomahawk’s back while trying not to topple back into the water, but the private couldn’t afford for his banshee to take off while he was still stuck in the ocean.

Once he was secure on the seat, he queued up with Tomahawk and took off for the sky. Oliver made one last circle around the wreckage, and as far as he could see, there was no sign of survivors in the wreckage. No sign of life.

His stomach turned from the guilt, so he turned his eyes to the night sky. It reminded him of the night he first arrived on Pandora, back when he was human.

The officers barked at them to run straight into the compound and not to stop until they were inside. He’d only jogged a few yards when he glanced up. The sheer number of stars and the clarity of the other moons made him stop dead in his tracks. It was so much different than looking at it through a satellite station’s windows.

Oliver had only known what a night sky looked like from textbooks and the internet; Earth’s atmosphere was so polluted with smog that you could barely see the moon. It didn’t help either that he grew up in the city where the light pollution was bad too. Granted, the moon was practically gone ever since the RDA obliterated it to harvest its metal.

A nearby corporal snapped him out of his thoughts.  

“Quit the gawking and hurry the fuck up!”

That was how Oliver met Lyle. Good times.

The guy was a certified asshole, but surprisingly enough, turned out to be a great friend. And it was through Lyle that Oliver met his other closest friends, like Z-dog, Fike, Ja, and Prager. They were lucky that they all got to be friends in this life too. Even if it was short lived.

Tomahawk’s shrieks erupted from the canopy. Oliver’s head snapped upwards to see what was going on when he was snatched from the sands and lifted into the air.

He craned his neck to see what it was that grabbed him, but he couldn’t get a good look with the limited range of movement. The private struggled to reach for his WASP, but the animal held his arms too tight for him to move.

It dumped him onto one of the enormous trees’ limbs where he continued to tumble from the momentum. He managed to grab the moss in time before he fell over the edge and fell the long way back to the ground.

Sensing that the animal had left, Oliver scrambled to his feet and drew his WASP from its holster. His breathing was quick but calm. He remembered what Spider had taught him and the other recoms about using their new heightened senses. Something about when you see nothing, you see everything, right? 

Oliver flicked his ears in different directions and dropped into a crouch. His eyes couldn’t see anything disturbing the bioluminescent foliage, and his ears weren’t sensing anything behind him. He also couldn’t feel any vibrations in the tree limb through his feet to tell him there was something else walking nearby. His nose, however, told a different story. 

There was a new scent coming from behind him. Something about it was very particular. It was almost… familiar?

Apparently, his sense of smell was more sensitive that the rest of the squad’s, and that made things even more uncomfortable for him than they already were. It creeped him out to be able to smell someone’s emotions because of the way hormones worked . Oliver had asked one of the doctors about it when the recoms had to get a routine check up; They said that it was normal and “not to worry about it.” It didn’t make him feel any less of a freak, though. 

But he knew that whatever it was he sensed, it was behind him and drawing nearer by the second—

A hand grabbed the barrel of his WASP and a foot slammed into his gut. The kick was so hard that Oliver probably would’ve thrown up if he’d had a chance to eat earlier. He felt his gun get pulled out of his hand and fell square on his ass.

He looked up to see a Na’vi woman staring down at him. She was about his age (late 20s, early 30s), but it was hard to tell because of the strange way she dressed.

The RDA had given the rundown on all of Pandora’s Na’vi races regardless of whether or not the recoms would ever run into them. They’d seen pictures and watched videos for two weeks straight, but Oliver didn’t remember any mentions of the kind of Na’vi he was looking at right now.

The biggest difference was the clothing. She was wearing a long black clock that went down to her ankles. She also had one of those visors that he’d seen Na’vi warriors wear when they rode their banshees, but this one had black insect wings that covered the entire top half of her face. Only her big glowing eyes could shine through. Then there were the ears. Hers were so much bigger, and they each had tufts at the end that bounced as she adjusted her ears’ positions. Oliver noticed that her left one was mangled and scarred to the point where it flopped over slightly.

Yeah…if these guys had been in the lecture, he would’ve remembered.

His eyes widened when he heard a blade unsheath from under her cloak. Before he could blink, she was pointing a knife at him. Nope…not a knife, a machete.

He jumped to his feet and drew his knife. The Na’vi woman’s scarred ear twitched in annoyance, and, while maintaining eye contact with him, turned her machete to Oliver’s campfire in the distance. There, he could see a pack of viperwolves fighting over and munching away on the fish he had worked so hard to catch. Great. Now he didn’t have anything to eat for tomorrow’s flight to the next island.

Oliver let out a growl of frustration but stopped when he saw something move out of the corner of his eye.

He thought it was nothing at first. Then a light flickered. It flickered again and this time, he could see it was shaped like an eye: the kind you’d see on a moth’s wings. As the light moved closer, Oliver realized that what he had thought was the trunk of the tree all along was actually the animal that had snatched him up earlier. 

It was shaped like a banshee, but it had two extra arms tucked to its chest. Instead of the typical bright colorations and patterns, it had black leathery skin, a smaller body, and much broader wings than Tomahawk. Oliver was going to comment on the lack of glowing freckles until the animal’s antennae bristled, and instantaneously, its body illuminated with thousands of rippling lights. It reared up on its back legs. On its enourmous curved wings, he could see giant pairs of eye-spots staring right back at him.

It was beautiful. It was terrifying.

When he turned his knife towards the animal, he heard another blade behind him leaving the sheath. Thank God this lady was smart enough to put their differences aside to fight off whatever this thing–

A blade’s point gently but warningly poked his back. His eyes widened, and then the animal before them leapt over the two of them. Oliver didn’t know what else to do, so he slowly put his knife back into its sheath. He let out a mental sigh of relief when he felt the machete lower itself from his back, and when he turned around, the banshee-like creature stood behind the woman in a defensive stance. There was a saddle sitting on its shoulders; whatever that thing was called, it was her mount, and she was its rider.

“Ka…ltxì,” Oliver said slowly. It might’ve been an awkward way to start a conversation, but what the hell was he supposed to do? Spider directed all of his Na’vi lessons towards Quaritch most of the time, so his vocabulary was limited.

The woman still had that owl-like stare locked on him when she tilted her head to examine him. It was probably his eyes that were weirding her out. Ever since he woke up on the table, he’d been covering his eyes with sunglasses because of a hiccup with his recom body. His left eye was yellow like it was supposed to be, but the right one was a shade of green for a reason the doctors couldn’t explain. 

“Oeru syaw,” he said, and then pointed at himself. “Um…Oliver. Oliver Mansk. Angya?”

The Na’vi’s banshee cocked its head at him disapprovingly. At least Oliver thought it was meant to be disapproving. It was hard to tell since it didn’t have eyes. Just soft indents on its face where they should’ve been.

Flapping sounds emerged from the darkness as Tomahawk finally came to his rider’s rescue.

“About damn time,” Oliver muttered and rubbed his banshee’s snout. Tomahawk let out a hiss at the Na’vi woman and the strange creature behind her. In return, her banshee’s antennae silently ruffled up, and Tomahawk cowered behind Oliver.

“Are you serious right now?” Oliver groaned. He turned his gaze back at the woman whose expression was now bordering on judgmental. She rolled her eyes and turned to hoist herself onto her banshee’s saddle. That’s when Oliver spotted something odd under the feathers of her cloak’s collar.

“Is that a throat comm?” he asked in plain English. Her eyes widened and she faced him again. The banshee-like creature snaked its head in front of its rider to protect her. Jesus, for an animal that couldn’t see, it could sure read a room.

“Looks like you know English, too,” he scoffed.

She didn’t move. Neither did her banshee. They just kept staring at Oliver and Tomahawk. Well… the woman kept staring. He wasn’t really sure what to call it when the banshee had the whole no-eyes situation.

“In fact, I knew that scent was familiar,” he said. “You’re from the forest, aren’t you?”

The woman’s large ears shot upward, and her eyes screwed up in confusion under her visor. Now that got her attention.

“And there’s no way you could’ve disarmed me the way you did. Not without someone with experience to teach you,” he said. “So I’m willing to bet good money you know Sully too.”

She still wasn’t moving, just watching.

Now, Oliver didn’t want to admit it, but without his gun, he didn’t stand a chance against her. Not when she was holding two machetes and had a freakish-banshee to back her up. He was just going to have to bluff and hope that it scared her off.

“Look, if you just take it easy,” Oliver said. “I won’t tell my squad about you when they get back to our little campsite. They’re gonna be wondering where I am, so you might–”

“For a demon, you’re not very good at lying,” she said. 

Now it was Oliver’s turn to be surprised. He didn't expect her English to be that good. Sure, she had an accent, but she was clearly fluent.

“And instead of raising your knife against my ikran, you could be more appreciative of the fact that I just saved your life,” she added with an annoyed tone. “Those aynantang had been watching you the moment you started cooking those fish.”

Aynantang? Oliver asked himself. She must’ve meant the viperwolves.

“Where is the boy?”

“I don’t know what you mean,” Oliver answered. She tilted her head and frowned as if to say really? 

He sighed, “I don’t know. I got separated from my group. I’m just trying to find my way back home.”

The woman looked to her banshee who still hadn’t shifted its “gaze” from Oliver and Tomahawk. She rolled her eyes again and resumed the process of climbing onto the saddle. The private noticed that this saddle had wider foot holds and that there were straps tied along the creature’s neck in addition.

“Wait, so,” Oliver asked in confusion. “You’re just gonna leave? You’re not gonna kill me?”

“I don’t have to,” the woman deadpanned.

She made a clicking sound that signaled her banshee to leap off the tree limb and into the night. Oliver ran to the edge just in time to catch a glimpse of her banshee’s eye spots just before they disappeared into the night.

Nikea couldn’t help but silently curse herself after that encounter. She must’ve gotten careless when she and Rini were tracking that pack of demons back in the forest. That or the man was just blessed with better senses than the rest of his friends. 

But no matter, that problem would solve itself: he was ignorant enough to camp on the forest floor where the aynantang and aypalulukan could catch him, and his fate was decided the moment he was chosen by that incredibly dense ikran. 

But Nikea had bigger issues at hand. It didn’t bode well that she found one of these demons so close to Awa’atlu, where Neytiri and her family had taken residence. On the bright side, if Nikea ran into him here, then there was a chance that Spider wasn’t far.

“Are you listening to yourselves?”

Jake, Neytiri, and Nikea were standing in the Sullys’ family tent as they discussed an important matter. Neytiri was on the far side packing her personal belongings while Jake leaned against one of the posts. Nikea stood with her arms crossed across from Jake trying to talk some sense into him.

“They sent demons after our family!” Neytiri said while packing her things for their journey. “I do not wish to leave either, but it is for the best.”

If the situation wasn’t so grave, Nikea would’ve been laughing.

“I would understand if you wanted to leave your children with another clan while you fight here, but this is ridiculous!”

“It’s the only way to keep this family safe, the clan safe,” Jake said. “Them coming after me is what put the kids in harm’s way.”

“The Sky People threaten your children, and this is how you rise to the occasion?” Nikea asked. “Neytiri, how can you go along with this?”

Neytiri’s unwillingness to take her side was aggravating. She was opposed to leaving the forest too until Jake convinced her otherwise.

“And you,” Nikea continued, turning back to Jake. “Since when do you run from a fight? Even if the Sky People stop looking for you, they will still continue to destroy everything until there is nothing left of this world! The only way to save your family is to drive them out!”

“The war can be won without Jake leading—”

“Of course it can’t,” Nikea spat. “He used to be a warrior of the Sky People! The only reason we won the battle all those years ago was because of his insight!”

“Maybe we’d have a better chance at winning if you’d help us get the Night People on our side!” Jake countered, but he immediately regretted it when Nikea’s eyes widened and she bared her teeth.

“Do not try to blame me or the Alyara for your foolish decisions,” Nikea hissed. “I already explained to you that even if Nakir wasn't their Tsa'hik, they still wouldn't help.”

“They have Spider! Who knows what info they’ll get out of him!” Jake continued, trying to change the subject again. The hair on Nikea’s tail bristled at that remark.

“Spider would die for this clan knowing full well you wouldn’t even try to go back for him,” she hissed. “Everyone knows that boy is incapable of betraying us.”

“Of course he would betray us,” Neytiri said reluctantly packing the last of her clothes. “He is the son of the man who destroyed Kelutral. I’m the one who killed—”

“This animosity between you and the boy is of your making and yours alone, Neytiri!” Nikea replied vehemently. “He is just a child! When will you see that?”

“They can torture him, Nikea,” Jake said, trying to reason with her. “They have ways of picking his brain for all of the answers they want even if he’s not willing to tell them. Hell, they’re probably doing it right now!”

“All the more reason for you to stay!” Nikea exclaimed, throwing her hands up. “If not to rescue him, then to lead the people with a new battle strategy. We can work on finding him as we advance our attacks.”

“Do you have a death wish?” Neytiri growled. She tossed the now fully packed bag at Nikea’s feet. “Being within seeing-eye-distance of their settlements could get you kill—”

“What if it had been one of your children?” Nikea shouted. “Don’t either of you at least care that they took him? Enough to even try to find him?” 

Jake sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. Neytiri had nothing to say while her tail whipped behind her.

The silence that followed spoke volumes, and Nikea shook her head.

“You shame yourselves.”

Nikea turned to leave the tent and then paused at the tent’s entrance.

“The Sky People do not have outposts in the Eastern Seas,” Nikea said. “The Metkayina clan is in the center of that region. It will make it harder for you to be found. I have only ever been to the southern islands, but from what I have heard, Tonowari is a tough Olo’eyktan—their Tsa’hik Ronal is even tougher. I will have the route ready for you by sunrise.”

“You’re not coming with us? To guide us there?” Neytiri asked incredulously. She put her hands on Nikea’s shoulders, silently begging her to change her mind.

“So you can manipulate me into staying there once we arrive?” Nikea asked. She swatted Neytiri’s hands away.

“If there is a chance that Spider is alive, then I intend to bring him home,” Nikea stated. “Someone has to be able to say that they tried.”

          Kaltxì = Hello oeru syaw = I am called Angya = You Aynantang =Viperwolves Aypalulukan = Thanators Ayram alusìng = Hallelujah Mountains

[queennicoleinboots]

Goat Story 2 (Sir Paul the Goat POV)

A/N: Rated R for language, being racist toward racism, and mad lyrics

I was sucked into outer space and being bounced around in the roomba. I saw barn toys and debris floating around before Captain FatAss Bear was also sucked into the roomba.

"Captain FatAss?" I asked.

"FatAss. Good-looking Beast," he corrected me with a big smile on his face. His helmet had vanished into the vacuum of outer space. "Ah that felt good! I was holding that breath for a while. It feels good to be a man."

"It does," I said.

All of a sudden, some DooWhop music from the 1940s started playing.

"Oh my God what is this?!" Captain FatAss Bear asked.

Three slinky chihuahuas that looked like Nugget started singing before Billy Jean's big gray brother, Bobby Joe started singing similarly to Frank Sinatra. He sang, "You Have A Cat In Me."

"You Have A Cat In Me

You Have A Cat In Me

When the road has bears ahead,

And you're miles and miles from your green pastures

You just remember what your feline said

Goat, you have a cat in me.

Mrrrow, you've got a cat in me

You Have A Cat In Me

You Have A Cat In Me

You have struggles

And I have them, too

There isn't a thing I wouldn't do for you

We'll stick together and we'll claw it through

Claws you have a cat in me

You have a cat in me

Some other cats might be a kibble smarter than I am

Bigger and stronger, too."

I interjected, "But Bobby Joe, you're already a bigass cat." Bobby Joe was a 20-pound cat.

"Paul is a jaguar. Enough said," Bobby Joe said before he continued to sing.

The three slinky chihuahuas barked at the rhythm of the song.

"Maybe they're bigger, smarter, faster, stronger, but no one cat will ever love you the way I do," Bobby Joe sang.

All of a sudden, Daft Punk's "Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger" started playing in the background: https://youtu.be/yydNF8tuVmU?si=eQqQhMdjAim75VV2 . Bobby Joe and three slinky chihuahua then started break-dancing.

Bobby Joe also danced while he had a broken right front paw. I forgot his paw got broken because he got caught stealing gyros from the local Greek restaurant. The cook beat his cat ass a bit too hard; he and BitchAss Catman split that bill. Bobby Joe didn't give a fuck because he ate the gyro before he went to the vet. He said, 'It was worth it.' Bitchass Catman definitely had a cat in Bobby Joe. No one was as much of a cat as Bobby Joe.

I got my goat groove on, too. We were flying in a zero gravity environment with flashing neon lights. I was bleating to the beat of the music. I listened to this song every morning in college to motivate me to wake up to deal with the bullshit the other students piled up at my door. Most of my floormates were fucking bulls.

All of a sudden, the bulls from my college years started charging at us.

Instead of running away like a logical goat would do, I danced harder, better, faster, and stronger.

Even Captain FatAss Bear grew a second head, got a bigger helmet, and started doing some bear dance moves. That fat ass moved in round motions that even meatspin.com would be jealous of.

He triggered the song, "You Spin Me Round (Like A Record)" by Dead or Alive to play: https://youtu.be/rc6vowZjWOs?si=GWAEp3deiwjkRgZi .

The bulls turned around and ran away while Bobby Joe screamed, "ROCKETS! ROCKETS! ROCKETS!" Then rockets flew at them and blew them up.

A bald baby head with piercings that was attached to a robotic spider was screaming at us.

"What the shit?" Captain FatAss Bear asked.

I started singing, "I want to be your friend now, baby!"

We then flew out of the roomba and starting dancing as though we were taught by a choreographer.

"There you are, Bobby Joe!" Bitchass Catman said as he was pulling a can of cold milk out of the refrigerator.

Bobby Joe walked up to Bitchass Catman slowly and purred. He stopped the music.

Rhianna appeared on the television and said, "Please don't stop the music!" Then her song started playing: https://youtu.be/OfWIGJpOih8?si=HAcgS-RcvTUGmcT1.

"Ugh! She needs to stay far away from the cat house!" Bobby Joe exclaimed.

I agreed with him wholeheartedly. I didn't know who was in charge of the playlist tonight, but the music was crazy. I am normally the DJ Goatmaster of Paul's parties, but someone else took the reins because I was on Mars until yesterday. I would probably never play Rhianna's background noise unless someone specifically requested it. Even then, I would tie my horns together first to validate my pain.

Speaking of, I was going to talk to Sid Roth, my neighbor, so he could help me do just that. I walked out of there to the rhythm of the music that wasn't supposed to stop in anger.

Captain FatAss Bear was so disgusted with the music that he went potty in his space suit. I saw space rocks in the back of his suit. He screamed the famous saying, "WAKANDA FOREVER" as the space rocks formed in his suit.

I formed a space rock myself at the front cat door before I walked out of it. The slinky chihuahua named Nugget ate it and then went about his day.

Sid Roth was playing some good Martin Luther King music to celebrate racial diversity. I heard the famous "Nigerian" word more times in that song than I have ever said that word in my life. Young Jeezy loved to talk about Nigeria in his song about travelling to space. He claimed to be the first black man to go into space in "Spaceships on Bankhead:" https://youtu.be/-4QMgs5yCCI?si=5TSa0TvT_n2-jm15

Mister and Miss Sweet Potato were bouncing asses to that song. The playdough man Sid Roth created got crunk to the song as well. I was strutting that ass on the way to his house.

I saw Star Trek and Star Wars figurines shaking ass and cloaks. A robotic chicken squawked at me and asked, "What Up, Goatman????"

I told him I needed to see Sid Roth.

"Yeah, Paul be a boring ass party pooper. Man, fuck THAT dude!" the robotic chicken motioned his right arm before he laughed like a hyena.

'Fuck that dude indeed,' I thought as the robotic chicken led me to Sid Roth, a chimpanzee with nose and ear piercings on both of his bigass ears that looked like a tribal man.

Sid Roth was building a bear that had a mini fart machine in the back pouch of it. It looked similar to Captain FatAss Bear and Lieutenant BuhBuh Bear if they didn't have their space suits on. The fur was authentic black bear fur, and he was sewing Fart Bear together.

"Excuse me, Sid?" I asked.

He looked down at me and grinned widely. He had big braces with black studs on them on his teeth. "Excuse me, Goat?" he asked in a high pitched voice.

"Sid, I need you to tie my horns together," I said.

"Goat, why?" he asked.

"Because Rhianna's music at my house won't stop," I said.

I heard four consecutive farts come out of Fart Bear's ass, each louder than the other.

Sid Roth laughed loudly. He could have been an award-winning villain in a Pixar movie.

"Can you tie my horns together to validate the pain of my existence?!" I shouted at the goofy chimpanzee.

"Yeah, Goat Man, hold on. Let me get some rope," Sid Roth said as he stood up and looked for some rope in his workshop.

"Shake That Monkey" by Monkey Man started playing in the background.

A GI Joe monkey figure that was an inch tall started rapping along with Monkey Man. Monkeys were shaking. A big purple bear that looked like Lotsof Bear was holding a stuffed monkey and shaking it.

I was stomping while shaking goat ass.

Sid Roth was shaking ass while he grabbed the rope two minutes after the song started. "Get your ass on this bench! Let it know you're the baddest little goat! Put your head on the desk. Ask me do you like that coat?!" he rapped to me.

I got my ass on that bench and was ready for him to work on me.

[omg26lilly]

Feeling loved in being authentic

Isn't it obvious how my voice is like a melody when I see you?

I'm in a genie in the bottle, fighting to come out, if I was singing to a crowd

I'm at the staples centre, all I'm looking at is you when I belt out, if I'm just a girl?

Dreaming about the happiest times, every stone I've touched, I've always turned to you

To get me through, those days when I was trapped, I never thought I would see your face, how it aches the longer we haven't touched base.

The arms I wished would hold me down while I was floating above daydreaming, you brought me back when I was cornerd, you were the weight that stopped me thinking I never deserved love.

What a girl wants is some memory I can hold onto, something to keep me sane, that reminds to stay as true as I've always been honest with you. I'm thanking you from the bottom of this broken heart for keeping me together, making sure I'm not falling apart.

When I look at my relflection, who is that girl who sings, writes beautiful music, if I only I can tell you what I write about; that all I need is to imagine your sitting in the front row, watching the show. I hope you enjoyed this one woman show, that was made just to impress you.

I hope you have the freakest dreams, I'm fearless, I could be whoever you want, what are you listening to, do you hear my voice in your head?

I wish you could hear what is unwritten, telapathy is strong, I'm listening, I'm writing a song which reminds you that even when your panicking, hold your core strong. I've always been there, there is so much left to discover.

Sometimes I wish I could meet whoever made you, sculptured you, carved time to varnish you, this only the Introduction, this is not the end. If I was standing here the ground benath was caving in, would you find me in the depths of the dirt, drip, drip, drip... not knowing where the steel grate of civilisation, would be, would you be thinking of me like I am now?

If the end was tomorrow, what would be on your mind, would you say goodbye or would you sprout the truth?

that nothing is ever over, when we're together we're not just a girl or a boy, it's a solid unit, it's a third person, it's a brick and mortar building. We're just sitting on soild ground, no matter how much you want it to break, it's all there in a structure.

If this ended right now I would be happy that I got to share this person, who I use to see in the mirror hoping the glass would break. I would be perfection, infallible, unbreakable. I miss you staring back at my reflection, you are beautiful, intelligent and funny.

If attraction feels so natural, it's the person you've always wanted to be, I galdy accept that I like feeling like I'm attractive. No matter what happens, there always a boy waiting to take me as I am.

I've always said you can take me or leave me, if you leave it's your loss that you didn't see person who is self sacrifice, if you take me you would see why I would rather burn than I die than being without in love.

7/10/24

[dragoninahumancostume]

Okay I had this weird ass dream and I don't wanna forget

I was with my mom and she was driving my grandma's (my dad's mother) car bc my dad stayed mom (my mom can't drive tho) and we went to my grandma's house, and Idk what was going but we were like entering the place and we have these gates (except those gates are on my house, my grandma's house doesn't have them) and so we were going in and there was this red car trying to get in too but the guy had a red mask covering his face and he was talking on the phone so he bumped our car like three times and obviusly my mom was pissed, we get past the gates but the red car is right behind us and he parks it like right in front of the gates (that is not a place where you should park your car) and he enters the cabin of the guys that open and close the gate (meaning that he was one of those guys and he worked there) and he still had the mask.

So we are now on my grandma's house, but it's only my mom my grandma and me, me on the chair I always sit on when I visit, my mom to my right and my grandma to my left (my mom sits on the chair to my left when she visits) and I think they were talking about wool or smth and my grandma was like "and she said that it was open, and I told her they don't open on Sundays, and she went and it was open" I wasn't paying much attention bc I was pissed at the red car guy. Also Maniac by stray kids is playing on the TV so I'm tiny dancing to it while my mom laughs that I actually learned the choreography (a nice laugh, not a mocking one)

Then they was somewhere else. I was on my grandma's living room, dancing probably, and it's nighttime, I look outside the glass door that leads to the garden and I see a face over the wall of the garden, and I try to take a better look at it and it was one of my language teachers, but I was like naked or at least on underwear (for some reason) so I dropped to the floor hugged my legs and hoped she'd go away and stop looking at me bc the wall is really high and that meant she was looking on purpose (that teacher is always nice and chill irl tho)

Then my grandma comes in sees me on the floor and Idk what happened with that.

THEN I'm not me anymore, I see stray kids talking with Billie Eilish while she's on a bed I think, but she was on pajamas or smth (a light purple loose short sleeves shirt that reached to right below her knees, she wasn't wearing pants). They seemed to be friends. Then I'm on the MANIAC Mv??? And stray kids was singing obviusly, but I see the Mv and I remember the song and I see them dancing. Then I see Billie and she's like on a poorly lit room made of dark wood (yesterday I was looking up some wood types, so I'm guessing it was ebony wood) but also it somehow looked like rusty metal.

Now we're on another room, Billie (at this point I can't tell the difference of if I am Billie or if I'm just an spectator of the events) is running on stairs running away from someone that was black and gray and had a hat, kind of like if Sun was Dr Facilier. And she's running upstairs bc apparently the guy is terrifying for her (I probably was her since I was terrified too), and then she reaches a sort of attic but it has unstable floor and some parts aren't floor they're just a hanging bridge with no handrail and it's probably hanging in the air. And there are a bunch of kids that have been with her for like one or two floors and now they're all on the attic. The guy is like floating around us, and he has a toy on his hand. Maniac was still playing on the background, and I think I heard some kids singing, the music sometimes fades out for a moment but comes back immediately. The guy shows us the toy to go grab it, I'm right in front of the bridge, I take a step forward, then five back after realizing it doesn't stand my weight and that I have no support at all if I fall (there was no visible floor below the bridge or the attic in general, just darkness). I stop the kids from trying to walk on the bridge as the guy waves the toy

I have no idea what happened after that, I either forgot or woke up right after that

[abd-illustrates]

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[catintheruemorgue]

annoying things they do

summary: small things these guys do that just grinds your gears a bit.

characters: oda, dazai, kunikida, twain, akutagawa, atsushi, mori, poe, ranpo, fittzgerald, steinbeck, chuuya, yosano, gin, kouyou, higuchi, alcott and lucy

these are all based off things i do or have inconvenienced my life lmfao i’ll probs do a part two with everyone i missed this just got wayyy to long lol next im posting being friends with double black 

Oda:

If you're wearing shorts and have bruises he will poke them when you're resting your legs on him. He’s silent about it too and if you yell at him he pretends to act like he doesn't know what you're talking about.

Will smack your sunburn but this one is actually an accident. He just wanted to pat you on the back because you're amazing.

Will space out when you talk too long, sometimes certain objects are just so… mesmerizing

Dazai:

Loves to jumpscare you the only exception is if it was a trigger. In that case he will just call your name and whip something at you for you to catch at random.

When you're driving he likes to reach over and honk your horn. It's almost caused so many roadside fistfights.

If he sees a dog in public he will bark and growl at it.

Kunikida:

Won’t let you on the bed without socks on. You could be sick as a dog and he’ll still enforce this rule.

Cleaning is hard because he has a hard time throwing things away. You'll spend extra time as he holds two identical pens, trying to decide which one he wants to keep. He’s learned to plan certain days in his schedule for cleaning now.

Won't let you turn up the music in the car and will keep it at a level that's so low it's annoying.

Twain:

Walks around the house shirtless but then complains about how cold it is.

Blasts his music so loud when he wakes up in the morning and it's always early 2000’s hits. It's not rare for you to have Pocketful of Sunshine by Natasha Bedingfield stuck in your head by 9 am.

Always has to climb something, this stems from his adventurous side. It's not really that annoying but when you’re in a crowded area and he runs off to go climb the tall statue, screaming at you to take a photo… Yes it is. Especially when children try and follow him and you're stuck receiving glares from the parents.

Akutagawa:

Will not let you throw any food products out. He tells you it's a perfectly good meal (even if it's not) and that he will eat it tomorrow. It’s sad because you know this stems from childhood but it’s still annoying.

Reuses the same gross, musty ziplock baggies. You keep buying new ones but he doesn't get it lol.  

Will tell you if your breath smells, hair is messy, outfit is ugly. He does not see an issue with this and it's nice knowing someone has your back but he doesn't have to be so rude about it..

Atsushi:

If he drinks he's one of those drinkers who will not let you take it from him. Keeps an iron grip on the cup. He finishes it no matter how drunk and always throws up. Thankfully he rarely drinks.

He stops to help everyone, literally even if they just look like they need help. You've been late to so many things.

Will eat anything. Once you made steak and somehow forgot about it. It was hard as a brick yet he still almost broke his teeth eating it. You think you saw some tears as he told you it was delicious.

Mori:

Listens to people's conversations in public and isn't afraid to comment, loudly, about it. You know it's loud because they either stop talking or try and confront you guys.

Comes up to stops fast and brakes so hard you feel like he does it on purpose.

Sometimes if he and Elise get into a “disagreement” he’ll try and rope you in to take his side and you always do, knowing it would probably give him more satisfaction if you chose to side with her.

Poe:

Asks for constructive criticism but will then argue with you about why you're wrong.

Always humming a song he heard Twain singing and then it gets stuck in your head too.

Will deny stupid things like why your favorite mug is in the trash or why he just let out rather loud scream in the bathroom. You know he's lying because he looks away and makes sure his bangs are covering his eyes.

Ranpo:

Will call you out on any lie even if you don't mean to lie you just forgot about some of the details.

Don't take him grocery shopping if you have a set amount you want to spend. He won't even sneak, he will just say he wants something and throw it in the cart.

Such a backseat driver even though he can't drive.

Fitzgerald:

Likes to act like he's still in his twenties and will somehow get the two of you invited to college parties where he will attempt to do a kegger in front of everyone. You end up being the one to hold him up and he always ends with a, “LETS FUCKING GO!”

Likes to ask for the senior discount even though he's not that old, he just likes to hear the women validate that he's not old.

It’s scary how he used to buy without looking and now will scream if the price on a price tag is too high.

Steinbeck:

Always looking at the grass for wheat to chew on. It's so cheesy when you walk into the city and he's got it sticking out of his mouth.

He gets weirdly intimate with nature and you feel like you're third wheeling.

Has the mentality that he has to provide for you because he is the man. He gets so shocked when he finds out you still want to work.

Chuuya:

Has a hard time making decisions you could ask him what he wants for dinner and his mind will just break.

Gets way too pissed at movies and will actually get up and walk away. Once you were kicked out of the theater because he wouldn't stop yelling at the screen. Another time he walked out you waited a whole ten minutes before you realized he wasn't coming back.

Sometimes activates his ability at night and it's so scary waking up to him floating halfway across the room.

WOMAN TIME!!!!!!!!!!

Yosano:

Will glare at you so intensely if you say something she disagrees with.

Always tries to rope you into drinking with her even if you’ve said no the past ten nights.

Will describe wounds or injuries in such detail and just won’t stop, almost like she’s trying to fuck with you, but she’s not.

Gin:

Claims to be nothing like her big brother but then will go on to make the same facial expressions and do some of the same mannerisms as him.

Will spend hours trying things on just to put it all back, leave the store and change her mind when you’re almost home. Then she’ll have you run back with her to buy it all.

Is used to sneaking around so scares you a lot. Also on the topic of being silent sometimes she just won’t respond, thinking you can just read her vibes / mind.

Kouyou:

Will judge what you eat, especially fast food but will try and steal a fry in private when you're not looking.

Will say things like, “Well that's just the way the world works.” If someone tries to share their baggage with her. You understand she’s had a pretty rough life but it's caused you to almost spit out your drink multiple times.

At functions forgets about you for about an hour while she mingles with everyone else, you could tap on her shoulder and she'll dismiss you like you're a subordinate. Until you clear your throat again you'll see the slight blush as she apologizes.

Higuchi:

She has no sense of privacy. If she hears a crash or loud noise she will bust down the door. It’s sweet but not when the noises are usually from you knocking all the shampoo bottles down again.

Horrible road rage actually puts you on edge to be in the car with her. She doesn't even have to be driving.

Likes to act like she's a professional at everything and people usually believe it because of her suit. It's so nerve wracking when she giggles when they walk away with false information.

Alcott:

Will agree to everything you suggest but you can only tell when she doesn’t want to do it when you’re currently doing it.

Yet she’s not afraid to grumble about how annoying it is when someone bumps into you and doesn’t apologize. It’s sweet but you’re left dealing with the situation if the person is aggressive enough to say something.

Always corrects your spelling or if you say something like “I could care less.”

Lucy:

Will fish for compliments in a very obvious way like, “Wow. Wish someone would call me pretty..” and then just stare right at you.

Kicks you so violently in her sleep but won't let go of you so you cant get away.

Constantly stealing from restaurants. You're banned from a couple restaurants because she got caught trying to steal a cup or salt shaker.

[young-dumb-and-vaccinated]

A Deafened Bard (Stephen Strange x Female!Reader)

I can explain. 

Please don't come at me for starting a new project before finishing Cult Girl Doctorate. I hit a wall and needed to take a break. I am trying not to let this one take up too much time.

Y/n is a sorceress-in-training who’s known for being hard to teach. Sensing her potential, Doctor Strange takes her on as an apprentice. 

You firmly believed that shattering the urn of Fei-Amie was the best thing that ever happened to you. 

It happened a year ago, but it still replayed in your head over and over again. You made a conscious effort to remember it vividly. 

Sure, it was terrifying, Stephen Strange's initial look of anger when he heard the ceramic shatter. It softened when he saw that the culprit was just a clumsy sorceress-in-training who looked on the verge of tears with remorse. Still, it was a face you never wanted to see again: his teeth bared, his already sharp features accentuated under the constraints of anger. 

It diluted into silent, simmering frustration that revealed itself to you in short sarcastic jabs and body language. 

"Just, stop." He cut you off after a string of profuse sorries. With no disarming smile in sight, you could tell he was tense. "Artifacts get broken all the time. Don't cry. It was an accident." 

His tone indicated that he was trying to convince himself more than he was you. You were a closed-off person and could hardly stand the idea that anyone out there didn't like you. The idea of the Sorcerer Supreme being mad at you, personally, made you briefly consider ritual suicide. You lowered your head. "Yes, Master Strange."

"Hey, butterfingers." He called out after you as you tried to make a painless exit. You looked back at him and he gestured to the pile of broken ceramic pieces. "You gonna fix what you broke?"

It hadn't dawned on you that an ancient relic could be fixed. Especially one that once contained the ashes of the ancient necromancer Fei-Amie. You were embarrassed to say that your knowledge of manipulating time was surface-level at best, and couldn't think of any other solution. 

You wordlessly gathered the pieces up in your skirt and carried them off, striking out any plans to go into town that evening. Instead, you poured through book after book for any instruction whatsoever on repairing broken artifacts. You ran out of desk space, so books were just floating in the air, suspended on pages that briefly mentioned relic breakage. 

You started to believe you were given an impossible task. Or perhaps all the resources you needed, he was withholding. Even so, you didn't want to go back to him empty-handed. You changed into your street clothes and opened a portal to the local craft store.

You returned with two types of extra-strong superglue and got to work. First, you made all the pieces come together and had them hover over the desk. Unconsciously, you began to sing as you pieced the urn back together. 

Cream colored ponies and crisp apple strudels

Doorbells and sleigh bells and schnitzel with noodles

Brown paper packages tied up with strings

These are a few of my favorite things

"Haven't heard that song in years." 

You dropped the tube of glue and the few remaining pieces fell back to the desk. "Master Strange!" 

"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you." He said, though his apology was undercut by his smug tone. "Carry on." 

You picked up a piece and began to line the edges with glue. 

"Aren't you going to finish the song?" 

You looked up to see that he hadn't been just passing by. He was leaning against the threshold, watching you. 

"I don't usually sing for an audience." You laughed, uncomfortably. "Just me." 

"A man and his sentient cape should not count as an audience," he scoffed. "But, if you insist, I guess I'll have to just listen to Julie Andrews instead." 

"What's wrong with her?" You raised your eyebrows in surprise. 

"Oh, nothing. She's a treasure." He put his hands up. "But everyone gets to hear her sing. And I take it that only a very select few get to hear your rendition of my favorite things. I just have to be one of them." 

You blushed, suddenly forgetting all the words to my favorite things. 

"Girls in white dresses..." he offered, an impatient edge to it.

You swallowed. "Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes. Snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes-"

"Hey, butterfingers." He interrupted again. Before you could object, he pointed to the way that the pieces floated gracefully overhead at the sound of your voice. 

"I'd like to see Julie Andrews do that." He said with a wink.

"Looks alright," Master Strange said, running his finger along the tight seams that showed where cracks once were. 

"Will it still work?" You asked. That was really all you were worried about. 

"Beats the hell out of me." He shrugged. "I didn't know how to use it to begin with." 

"What?!" You spat back. "Are you kidding?" 

"I'm afraid not." He said, taking the urn and placing it back on its pedestal. "Don't worry, you did a good job. I'm not mad at you anymore." 

That was really all you needed to hear. "Thank you, sir." 

"You're an apprentice, right?" He asked. 

"I'm..." Your voice trailed off in embarrassment. "Between masters right now."

He raised an eyebrow. "If I were to ask around, would I receive glowing reviews from your last masters?" 

You admitted it point-blank. "No." 

"Let me guess," he folded his arms. "Something didn't make sense to you and instead of giving you the space to question it, they insisted you follow blindly." 

You wanted to throw your head back and shout in relief; finally, someone understood! 

"Bingo, bullseye." You put your hands up in surrender after being read so easily. "Right on the money."

"I see." He said, tucking that thought away for later. "Could I trouble you for one more odd job before you go?" 

"That depends." You folded your arms. "What is it?" 

He looked over his shoulder at his cape. "How are you with sewing?"

‘Sewing' was not the verb you would use to describe repairing the tears in the Cloak of Levitation. It was taller and stronger than you and it did not want to be repaired. It was closer to performing surgery on a fully grown mountain lion that could rip your head off at any minute. 

"Like putting eyeshadow on a cat," Master Strange said. It flicked its edge contemptuously, while still clinging to his shoulders for dear life. "I'm a licensed surgeon and it won't let me within 20 feet of it with a needle." 

"Thanks for the vote of confidence." You said, thoroughly discouraged. All he'd given you to work with was a spool of thread and a pack of needles. 

He tried with sincere force to remove the cloak, but it wouldn't budge. "Of course, now it knows you're coming at it with the sewing kit and it won't leave my shoulders." 

"Maybe I can work with that?" You shrugged. You threaded the needle and hid it in your hand. 

You approached the cloak, only for it to shove Master Strange in your way like a human shield. 

"Listen, you naughty little blanket." He scolded, turning around to face it as if it were a puppy that had just wrecked the living room. "If you don't let her fix you, you're going in the washing machine. Extra spin." 

It shuddered, and, for a moment, you thought it was going to comply. You slowly took a step forward, only for it to dart as soon as your foot hit the ground. It made its escape with a large crash through the heavy wooden doors of the library. 

"Hey!" You shouted, chasing after it. "Get back here!" 

You caught a glimpse of it headed towards the relic room, so, without thinking, you opened a portal to make it there first. You reached it only seconds before the cloak breached the threshold, with only enough time to grab it by the edge. 

"Come here!" You exclaimed, giving it a full force tug. It tugged back, overpowering you to the tenth degree. It dragged you across the room and into the foyer. You yanked on it, only for it to escape from your grip and send you flying back into the wall. You wondered for a second how such a sturdy piece of fabric could possibly be in need of maintenance. 

"Bastard." You mumbled, rubbing the spot where your head collided with the wall. The pain didn't stop you, though. You were on your feet within seconds, pursuing the naughty blanket all over again. 

You heard the words of one of your many, many masters ringing in your ears; "never outrun what you can outsmart". Or maybe that was from a Garfield comic. Either way, whether or not you could outsmart the cloak was still unknown, but you had to at least try. 

You took a second to catch your breath and tried to remember where you saw it heading next. Downstairs, you thought. To the laundry room. The one place you would never look. 

You slowly but deliberately descended the stairs to the basement where the laundry was. You turned the light on and saw overturned baskets of towels, clothes, and sheets everywhere. And then a washing machine door slammed shut. You turned your head and saw a twinge of dark red hiding in the washing machine. 

You removed your shoes and socks to minimize noise, then picked up a fitted sheet that had been thrown on the ground. You mounted the washing machine and affixed the sheet to the front. The cloak would have to come shooting out the door, and you would ambush it. 

You forced the door open with your heel, holding the sheet like a giant net. As predicted, the cloak shot out like a bullet from a gun, getting caught in the sheet. It thrashed around aimlessly, trying to escape, but you had a tight grip and it wasn't going anywhere. 

"It's curtains for you!" You said, then laughed at your own joke. "Stop struggling!" 

It flailed and fought, but eventually ran out of energy and sunk to the ground. Not trusting it quite yet, you pinned it down with your whole body weight before releasing it from the sheet. As expected, it tried to fly away, but couldn't get anywhere.

"The less you fight, the faster this will go." You said, examining the fabric for any visible tears. The rip presented itself right away. About as long as your hand, right in the center. 

"What did Strange do to you?" You asked, pulling the threaded needle from your pocket. "Hold still, I'm going to fix it." 

Once the needle hit fabric, the cloak stopped trying to fly away and instead writhed about on the floor like it was about to die. You fixed the tear with as many stitches as you could make, then pulled it shut. Once you knew the thread was secure, you rolled off the cloak and let it fly free. 

It shot up, but froze, noticing something was different. It swished itself around, unaccustomed to the feeling of air not blowing right through its center. 

"You're welcome." You said with a shrug. "It's not like I had to chase you all around the sanctum to make it happen." 

Without any warning, the cloak scooped you up and squeezed you. Your initial reaction was that this was its revenge and you were taking your final breaths, but you could tell it was gratitude by the way it gently set you down on the ground. 

"Happy to help." You gasped for air. "Just remember this feeling if I ever have to do this again." 

"Not bad, butterfingers." Master Strange told you, though the tone of his voice conveyed he was impressed beyond a simple 'not bad'. 

"Not bad?" You protested. "I absolutely crushed it." 

He ran his finger down the uneven but sturdy stitching. When his face met yours again, he was smiling with genuine enthusiasm that managed to eek through his dry, sarcastic exterior. It came out as an admittedly very handsome sideways smirk as his eyes scanned you up and down. 

“If you don’t need anything else, I’ll get out of your hair now.” You said, heading towards the open doors. 

“Wait.” The doors slammed shut before you could reach them. You turned around to see Master Strange still examining the stitching. "You wouldn't leave without tea, would you?"

A pot of chai tea sat between you, filling the air with an aroma of spicy vanilla. You held the teacup in both hands, determined to never give him a reason to reinforce the "butterfingers" nickname he'd become so fond of. 

"Chai is my favorite." You said, letting the scent waft into your nose. "Yerba mate used to be my favorite, but if I drink more than two pots of it I get sick." 

"Yeah, definitely don't do that." He chuckled, bobbing his teabag up and down in the cup. "Out of curiosity, are you wondering at all why I invited you to tea?" 

"Oh, definitely." You nodded. "I was just wondering about that." 

"Would you believe it's just because I find you interesting?" He raised an eyebrow. "Good company, perhaps?" 

"Interesting? Absolutely." You agreed. "Good company is debatable." 

"I can't believe I never thought to trap the cloak in the washing machine." He rested his chin in his hand. "It seems so obvious now." 

"If it makes you feel any better," you shrugged. "It was mostly dumb luck and reckless disregard for my own life, considering it almost threw me off the balcony.” 

He glared at the cloak. “What did I tell you about trying to kill our guests?” 

It lowered its collar shamefully in his direction. 

“Don’t apologize to me!” He scolded. “Apologize to her.” 

It turned to face you and repeated the somber motion. 

“It’s okay.” You shrugged. “My family adopted a retired army German Shepherd growing up. I’m used to high-strung creatures that could end my life at any second.” 

“Well, rest assured, butterfingers,” He said, leaning back in his chair. “This will never happen again.”

“I, uh-” You opened your mouth before you could even really pick up on the implication he was putting down. “Wasn’t aware that there would be a chance for it to happen again?” 

“I suppose we should get down to brass tax, then.” He folded his hands in his lap. “How would you like to stay here?”

“Well-” You said, not wanting to come off as too enthusiastic, which you certainly were. “Not if it’s going to kill me-”

“If I could promise you that your life won’t be in constant danger, I would.” He cut you off. “But if you wanted safety, you wouldn’t have started studying the Mystic Arts.”

“Got me there.” You conceded, your made-up objection withering away. “What’s the catch?”

“No catch.” He shook his head. “I’ll help you train and in return, you help me preserve the integrity of the sanctum.” 

“So an apprenticeship?” Your eyes widened. "Are you saying you want to take me on as an apprentice?" 

“I know you’ve got bad associations with that title, but yes.” He answered. “If it brings back memories of your previous masters treating you like garbage, we can call it a ‘partnership’, if you’d like.” 

Partners with the Sorcerer Supreme? You thought, butterflies materializing in your stomach. 

"That sounds great, but-" You broke eye contact and fidgeted with your fingers. "I feel like I should disclose that it wasn't really all that one-sided. I am… notoriously hard to teach."

"And who told you that?" He tilted his head. "The ones who refused to teach you?" 

You hadn't thought about it that way. "I guess."

"The way I see it, you've repaid your debt and are free to leave," he began. "But seeing how dutifully you reassembled that urn, wrangled my favorite piece of defiant outerwear, and how desperately this place is in need of some life, it might be a good idea to keep you around." 

You put your hand over your chest to still your heart. "It would be an honor." 

"Excellent." He nodded. "That saves me the trouble of having to convince you."

He brought you to a small but comfortable room with a bed and connected bathroom. 

"There's plenty of closet space for all your clothes." He said, gesturing to an antique looking bureau set. 

You dumped your duffel bag out on the bed, revealing the extent of your possessions. "Thanks, but this is all I've got." 

"Travel light, huh?" He asked.

"Yeah, I moved around a lot growing up." You admitted. "Got no real roots and all that jazz." 

"That changes now." He told you. "This is your home now so I want it to feel like it. Make the space your own."

“I don’t know how I can thank you for this.” You lowered your head, still feeling undeserving. 

“Don’t thank me yet, butterfingers.” He chuckled. “I’ve been told I tend to be a little on the egotistical side. That I don’t work well with others.”

"It's actually [F/N], if you were curious." You said, sitting on the bed and folding your hands in your lap. 

"Okay, [F/N]." he smiled. "You've been in and out of enough apprenticeships to know the drill. Early mornings, late nights. And I've got a laundry list of odd jobs for you that I'm too important to do." 

"Naturally." You nodded. His dry self-awareness inspired a little confidence that he wouldn't be a complete tyrant. 

"You did a good job today." He said, bluntly. "Thank you for your help. Keep it up and you'll make an invaluable addition to the sanctum."

You smiled downwards. "Thank you." 

"Do you often sing when you're trying to focus?" He posited. "Just, as an aside." 

You could tell the gears in his neurosurgeon's head were turning, undoubtedly trying to pin some kind of diagnosis on you as doctors were known to do. 

“I guess it’s just a force of habit.” You admitted. “I used to play piano, so when I’m working with my hands, it just kind of happens. My last master was not happy about that.” 

"Oh, screw him." He waved his hand dismissively. "He pissed away an opportunity to nurture a sorceress with a special gift for the sake of tradition. That's a mistake I won't make."

Special gift? You thought. Nobody who practiced the Mystic Arts had ever referred to anything you'd ever done as a 'gift'. Annoyance? sure. A symptom of ADHD? All the time. But 'gift'? That made it sound useful.

[dreamrecorder]

Two - Family in the Inn

Witnessing your first five years of life, Xiao concludes that you are a keenly perceptive child.

One

Notes: Lookie~ a part two!! If you read Playing with the Wind, then you know who Brother Wind is ;) i will add the cut thingy tomorrow ksks

At the dead of the night, whispers float here and there with words that no mortal can hear and understand. They were faint, yet there was a thrill of excitement in these words. And just like the excitement the words carry, the winds pick up in a gentle and playful breeze.

To any mortal, all they would hear will be the rush of air that rustles the leaves and branches. However, there is a certain lad who hears them all. He hears the glee in these whispers tossed back and forth among the winds. He hears the wind spirits and he listens with a strum of his lyre.

Brother Wind! A child! A child!

We see a child, Brother Wind! We see a child!

A child under our brother, Demon Wind's Golden Wing!

We hear a sibling! A sibling!

Brother Wind! Do we have a new kin?

Ah, these spirits, always excited at the prospect of a new sibling. But the lad can't blame his kin for the wind spirits are always playful and innocent by nature.

Witnessing your first five years of life, Xiao concludes that you are a keenly perceptive child. He does this conclusion during a quiet night at the balcony of their home, Wangshu Inn.

Every night was a simple routine- wherein Xiao would carry you in his arms and sing a lullaby to lull you asleep. After which he would tuck you into your waiting bed, then he would go out to protect Liyue again. But for tonight, that simple routine was broken down by cheerful whispers of the wind.

Usually, Xiao would ignore these, knowing that these spirits wanted to simply mess and play with him. And usually the result would be the said spirits pestering him even more until Xiao just gives up and vanishes without a trace.

When the breeze picked up and the first wave of whispers came, what Xiao didn't expect was you to bolt right away from his hold and chase these spirits around shouting, "Wind spirits! Wind Spirits! Gēgē, can you see them?!"

At your gleeful eyes, the gentle breeze picked up in a brief moment of rush as it whispers,

They see us! They hear us!

Do you want to play with us, Little Wind?

Brother Demon Wind, can we play with Little Wind?

Of course, seeing the joy in your eyes, Xiao can't help but allow play time with a soft smile. Yet, he does not fail to remind you of your bedtime, "An hour, alright? Then you have to go to bed."

At his words, you beamed at him. Your little legs ran and with tiny arms, you hugged his legs. Looking up you exclaimed, "Thank you, gēgē!"

Ah but before you can run back to the winds, Xiao gently tugged your arm and grabbed your attention.

"Name?"

"Yes, gēgē?"

For a brief moment, Xiao carefully thought through his words. Your spiritual awareness... was quite alarming for him. "How did you know these are wind spirits?"

You hummed a bit as your body swayed in thought. "I don't know! But they feel like I played with them a lot of times before! Like-! Um, like..."

Then you're back to humming as you look for words with your brother patiently waiting.

"Aha! Like how you would play with me with your anemo!! Can I play with them now, gēgē?"

Another smile and another yes, you were now free to play with the wind!!

Play with us! Play with us, Little Wind! Thank you brother Demon Wind!

From that, Xiao concludes that you are a perceptive child. No mortal can even sense the most simplest of spirits, yet you felt them off the bat just because how much time the two of you played with his anemo. No wonder you learned quickly of his being as an adeptus. Worrisome, maybe? For such spiritual awareness also includes unkind spirits. But, at least he knows he can trust the Thousand Winds to look after you.

~~~

You were back in Liyue Harbor again, this time with your father. Since this was your second time, you were not familiar with the harbor yet. Thus, you kept close to your father as he bought the books needed for your upcoming education.

Books never failed to claim your interest, as they are always filled with stories that makes your imagination bloom in wonder. As such, books also never fail have your interest over them wane. However, for once, your interest was stolen by a cheerful voice singing along the strums of a lyre. Looking around, you find the source of such music. You couldn't see the singer, but with curiosity, you started moving towards the lull.

Thanks to your brother's anti-social skills and your small frame, you somehow got to slip through the crowd with ease as you let out occasional excuse me's. At first, the density was intimidating, but your curiosity for the bard and his voice became your motivation.

However, despite your best efforts, you didn't get to see the performance as the crowd began applauding and then going onto separate ways. To say the least, you were saddened, but when you saw the face behind music- happiness and recognition shone in your eyes.

"Brother Wind!"

Nobody- no mortal calls him that and Venti froze but thawing in an instant as he came to realization. There's only one person- one mortal who would call him that. A mortal that his kin would share stories about in glee.

"Little Wind?"

The winds always whisper words here and there. Yet these words that float amongst the leaves fluttering in the wind are never heard nor understood by mortal ears.

All except you.

The wind always tell you stories, and one of them is Brother Wind. A bard who hails from the City of Freedom and sings day and night with his words carried by his very essence. An essence you were familiar with when playing with the spirits and with your brother.

The Little Wind and Brother Wind meets! What joy! What joy!

Let us look for brother Demon Wind to tell and enjoy!

~~~

Seeing his little sibling walk hand in hand with the stupid bard had irked Xiao. With quick and agile movements, Xiao picked you up and glared at the grinning Venti. He whispered angrily at the wind, to which only the Archon can hear. Your status as Archon be damned but I am not letting you near him/her if you still have your ridiculous drinking habits.

Oh come on, Xiao! You know I would never drink in front of a child, much more in front of your little sibling!

Xiao only glared some more but Venti only kept grinning and you are getting weirded out by their contest. Probably an adult thing, you thought.

Throughout Venti's stay in the inn, it had become an embarrassing ride for Xiao. The former would poke fun at him every now and then about how he's gone soft and Xiao is this *close* to kicking him out. But he can't becuase of how suddenly attached you became to the bard. And maybe- maybe there was this twinge in his heart.

It was something that happens occasionally. A thought of doubt resurfacing in his head whenever he's alone while battling the hidden evils of the land. With geniune honesty, Xiao feels truly blessed to have you- but there are times in the darkest pits of his head, that everything he has right now- he does not deserve.

Venti would make for a better bro-

"Hey, Name, among me, the spirits, and Xiao, who's the best playmate?" Venti asked you as you colored on your notebook.

And without even missing a second, you shouted that one word again that pulled Xiao away from the dark thoughts that were about to resurface.

"Gēgē!"

But you didn't stop.

"Gege is the best in everything! He lets me play with his anemo always! And then when we play, he always lets me choose the game first and then we take turns choosing! Not only play time! There's also story time! Gēgē has the best stories! He told me stories about the glaze lillies, the Geo Archon, and the Adepti!

And then we always eat Almond Tofu if it's story time! It's so yummy and sweet and soft! Even Achi Xiangling and mama, papa and Uncle Yanxiao love gēgē's Almond Tofu! You have to try it too Brother Wind!"

All that and you finished with a proud huff of your breath!!

And all throughout, Xiao could only look at you wide teary wide eyes with mouth agape. Seeing him, you pouted, "G-gēgē, d-did I say something wrong?"

At your question, he quickly snapped out of his stupor and hugged you tight. "You did nothing wrong." He quickly reassured as he kissed your forehead.

"Then why are you crying?"

Xiao then wiped his eyes and chuckled lightly, "This is what you call happy tears, Name."

"I didn't make you sad then?"

Again, Xiao hugged you close and he felt your tiny arms do the same, "You made me the happiest than you would ever know since the moment you were born. I- I love you so much, Name."

"I love you, too, gēgē!"

Venti and the Thousand Winds had etched this moment in their memory forever. After all, this was the first time they saw their brother Demon Wind experience and reciprocate pure, genuine love to another. And on the notebook you were coloring on, was a rough drawing of you and Xiao sharing a fresh plate of almond tofu <3.

A/N: and thats it for the second ksks!! I wonder what comes next??? To those who ship xiaoven- i'll say sorry in advance bcos in terms of background relationships- it's venti and zhongli, the old geezers ksks i just love those two together lmao

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[accio-slytherout]

Mischief Managed

Concept by @helliontherapscallion

Pairings: p!sbi x reader, p!dreamXD x reader, c!Philza x reader (could be taken as platonic/romantic)

characters: TommyInnit, Ph1lza Minecraft, Wilbur, Technoblade, Captain Puffy

mentioned characters: Fundy

Warnings: Fighting, blood, swearing, pranks, trickery (?), shouting (tell me if I missed anything!)

in game dsmp!au

summary: Reader is the god of mischief and trickery. After catching up with their old friend and his family, they got into a fight with the god of the server, dreamXD.

Not proofread

note: reader does not act like peeves! sorry in advance! i really liked this concept, i just had to write it. i put more effort into this than i did on my social studies essay. was fun to write :D straying from canon lore! I was not sure how to write dreamXD's text, so i wrote it in normal text! i am not very good and pranking, and not that creative or smart on those kind of things, so I will not really specify what is going on in the pranking.

flachbacks in italic

masterpost

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(Y/N) was just skipping around the forest, looking for flowers to make some dye when they stumbled upon a boy that was picking some red flowers.

"WHAT THE F*CK" he shouted with a strong British accent. "Who the f*ck are you?" he continued. "Well who are you child?" they retorted.

"WHAT THE- IM NOT- THE FU- IM NOT A F*CKING CHILD IM A BIG MAN" the 'Big Man' as he called himself retorted, stumbling over his words. He heard a very mischievous laughter come out of the random person he stumbled upon, and he chose to put up the angriest face he could and crossed his arms.

"The name's (Y/N). How about you, big man?" they finally replied with a slight mocking tone. "Tommy. What are you doing here? I've never seen you around before." answered Tommy.

"I'm looking for some dye, so I can dye Fundy's fur" they replied, rather mischievously? Well, point is, Tommy's eyes lit up at the mention of pranking the fox. "Could I maybe help you?" he replied with an equally mischievous tone.

Thats how a friendhip started. They caused pure havoc around the server. Pranking the first person they thought of. They were laughing their butts off on the bench.

"TOMMYINNIT YOU STOP RIGHT THERE!"

Panic rose in their chests as they slowly swallowed and turned around. There stood Captain Puffy looking very angry... with bright pink covering her entire body. They tried their best to hold in their laughter, as she did not look very intimidating.

Yet, Tommy could not help but to start laughing loudly. That pushed (Y/N) over the edge and started laughing hysterically, and they swore they saw Puffy crack a smile at the sight.

"Im- sor- sorry-" he said inbetween his laughter. They both tried their best to stop laughing, and after a while, they did.

Puffy let out a sigh, and said "Tommy, I will get you back. I am warning you." with a glint of amusement in her eyes. Tommy seemed to have sobered up at the thought and looked scared. Puffy left with a wave and headed to her home to probably clean up.

"That was funny though." he said out of the blue. That started another round of laughter to go throught them.

"Say, (Y/N), how old are you?" Tommy asked after they have both calmed down. "I'm the god of mischief and trickery. I'm and immortal being. I am centuries old, kid." they answered.

"Really? That's quite pog! Did you know my father is also immortal? You might know him, name's Philza, Angel of Death. Does that ring a bell?" he rambled, ignoring the fact that they had just called him kid.

(Y/N) was ecstatic at the idea of being able to meet with their old friend again, but decided to say "HECK YEAH! I GET TO MESS WITH HIM AGAIN!" as to hide their feelings. They were the god of trickery after all. They had an image to uphold.

Tommy decided to go take them to Phil. Bad idea. As they reached the door of Phil's cottage, Tommy just burst into the house without knocking.

"Phil~ I'm baack~" Tommy called in a sing-song tone. Phil just said "Welcome back" in a monotone voice from the kitchen without looking.

As he was preparing supper, he heard Techno shout from the living room "TOMMY WHO ON EARTH IS THAT?!". Millions of thoughts start rushing through his head. Who could Tommy have brought with him? He ran out of the kitchen and went to see for himself who it was.

The scene in front of him just made him want to be buried 6 feet under the ground. There it was, His two oldest sons looking at the door from the bottom of the stairs and his youngest son, standing next to the person he hated the most. (Y/N).

They were walking through the forest. Phil felt something touch his shoulder. He turned around, raising his sword as he was startled. There they were, (Y/N), making the weirdest face possible.

"For f*ck's sake (Y/N)! stop it!". That only made them laugh more. "You should have seen your face!" they said inbetween laughter.

The man loathed them. He just wanted to leave them there, in the middle of nowhere, for this was not the only thing they have done in the past hour of adventuring. He, however decided to ignore them, for his heart could not bear the idea of leaving his companion alone.

"Long time no see, Philza." they said with a smirk. "Kill me already" he groaned. That was the only thing that came out of his mouth.

After Phil had supper with his family and the devil- sorry, unexpected guest, he went to clean up as his sons sat in the living room with (Y/N).

"So you're immortal?" said the oldest boy that they learnt was called Wilbur. They nodded as a reply, and he just said "Thats so cool!"

"I have read about you before, however, seeing you, I don't think the book described you correctly. Could you, possibly tell me more about your tricks and stuff?" Technoblade's monotone voice had a slight tone of curiosity and amusement while asking the question.

So they did. They told the boys about their stories. As they finished, they realised that Wilbur and Tommy had fallen asleep and Techno was half paying attention to them.

"You should go to sleep. Both of you. It's quite late already." A voice said behind her. "I'm a god, Phil. I don't need sleep." they retorted as they turned around, looking at the man.

"Suit yourself." he shrugged. He opened his mouth to tell his son to go to sleep, but he realised that his son, in fact was already asleep. He shook his head and got some blankets to lay above his sons. "I guess you can stay the night. It's late anyways" he spoke before (Y/N) could say anything and he left to go to his room. Huge mistake.

Philza minecraft was having a good sleep, when he heard a scream from the living room. He panicked, as his mind made up the worst scenarios possible. As he rushed downstairs, he saw Wilbur with bright pink hair, Tommy with a very bold red hair and hands, along with a half asleep Techno raising his sword.

Only then did he remember, that his least favourite person was at his house. Right as he thought about that, he heard giggling coming from the living room.

"(Y/N)!" he shouted along with Wilbur and Tommy. "Yes?" they batted their eyelashes innocently. Phil watched with amusement at the scene unfolding before him. Tommy and Wilbur shouting at (Y/N) and Techno lowering his sword and laying back down on the couch, sensing no danger.

"Boys, enough. (Y/N), will these dyes wash away?" he finally said in a stern tone that had a hint of amusedment in it. "Ofcourse father of minecraft. Run water through them and they will be gone" they said with such innocence that he would have believed it was not her had he not known it was their doing.

Wilbur and tommy quickly rushed to the bathroom to wash their hair out, and Phil swore the doors of the bathroom would fall off its hinges from the amount of force that was put into opening it.

"I must say, that was pretty funny, (N/N)." Phil said with amusement as he went to prepare some breakfast. (Y/N) smiled proudly from the compliment, as he was always telling her off after pranking.

Phil now remembers why he always asked them to accompany him on adventures. They were fun, and entertaining. Sometimes, they're even smart and helpful. The thought of his adventures with them brought a smile to his face.

A week in their visit, they heard a knock on the door. Phil, thinking it was just (Y/N), thought nothing of it. So he just calmly walks to the door and answers it. What he didn't expect however, was DreamXD at the door, floating in a menacing stance.

"You all give me your youngest son, or you all are dead. You have 24 hours. If you do not hive him by them, you are all dead." DreamXD said in a demonic sound.

As DreamXD turned around, Phil saw a cloud of something covering his sight, he felt... flour? he cleared the flour from his face and saw DreamXD covered in flour and (Y/N) on the roof looking rather sheepishly at DreamXD.

"Sorry, I thought you were Philza" they said sarcastically. "Not sorry, actually." they continued as they cracked an egg and poured it along with some sugar on to DreamXD's head.

DreamXD suddenly whips something out and slapped (Y/N) off the roof. As (Y/N) was used to falling from high places, they landed on the ground with nothing but a few scratches.

DreamXD stabs them with a sword, and blood splattered from their waist. (Y/N), being the god of mischief, had ofcourse had lots of experience on pranking, but wasnt strong. However, they are very witty, as they always find creative ways to prank people.

(Y/N) somehow found a way to make DreamXD retreat, but Phil could not see how. All he saw was smoke, DreamXD leaving and (Y/N) lying on the floor, with blood gushing out of their side making a puddle on the ground.

They let out a chuckle and turned to face Phil. "Your lives are safe, Phil. And what can I say? Mischief... managed." they trailed off as their eyes closed. Phil rushed to bandage them up and put them in a spare bedroom.

A week.

That was how long it was.

One singular week. Seven days. Yet it felt like seven years they had been unconscious. The house felt empty. No chaos. Everyone was worried about them.

Phil let out a sigh. He closed the door and sat down next to where (Y/N) was laying. He traced his index finger over the palm of their hand that he was holding, and whispered "I don't think you know this.. but you really are a great friend, (N/N). I love your personality.. Who am I kidding, I love you."

Phil then thought, they were unconcious. He let out a chuckle at the thought. "Look at me.. talking to someone unconscious." he said out loud, closing his eyes and resting his head on the palm of his hand that was propped up on the bed. Little did he know, they were fully awake, and pretending to be unconscious.

"Aww, thanks Phil. I love you too." he suddenly heard. He whipped his head around to their direction and saw that their head was turned to his direction. He hugged them, minding their injuries and whispered in their ear that he was thankful that they were fine over and over again.

Phil then felt their body shaking and heard gentle sobs coming out of them. He pulled away from the hug and cupped their face in his hands and wiped their tears away.

"What's wrong, (N/N)?" he calmly asked. They just cried more and gave him a hug. They told him that they have never felt accepted, and that the only person that has ever tolerated them was him. They told him that they were happy that he cared for them. They told him how much they cared for him and how great of a friend he was. They told him how much they loved him.

After their little heart to heart session, Phil went to go and prepare lunch for everyone in the house. He told the boys that (Y/N) was awake now. Everyone was glad and relieved that they were awake again. And (Y/N) was glad, that they now had a family that cared for them.

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[milkytheholy1]

May I have (27.) "You gotta stop doing that." "What?" "Saying things that make me wanna kiss you.") With rise donnie x female reader who is self conscious about their singing voice and Donnie overhears and compliments it? Maybe a kiss at the end por favor? It doesn’t have to be long I just am craving some fluff

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Daydream Believer

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You were staring out of your window watching as the city went by before you, seeing the clouds slowly chug on through the sky, the birds flocking to their nests for the night, the streets becoming emptier and emptier as the hours ticked on. Sunsets turned to the rising of the moon and with it a sense of euphoria. The lull of your radio anchored you to life, it had its moments where you seemingly floated away but it would soon come crashing down by a car horn in the distance.

The soft melodies continued to sail in the breeze, tuffs of pulled back hair hanging loosely around your face and swaying in the wind. You had heard this song so many times, being able to practically remember every strum of the guitar in the background. You knew no one was around, everyone either at home or busy in the hectic streets, yet you were still apprehensive to sing; what if? constantly invading your mind. But you had such a long and stressful week and singing usually calmed your nerves, you'd just have to wait for the right song to come on you supposed.

Halfway across New York, a soft-shell turtle was leaping bounds to reach you. His battle shell's jetpack function was fried thanks to a mishap with some orange soda, so he simply had to use his legs and run. Donnie had estimated that it would only take around twenty minutes to reach your humble apartment, smirking at the drivers who would still be there by the time he returned home. 

Often times he didn't get the chance to let loose and just go like this, often following the mission and keeping distractions to a minimum. But now? Now he could feel the cold wind hitting his face, hear the sounds of the city as he ran by without a sound. He could hear the people below and even though what they tended to say was unrepeatable in front of Mikey, it was New York and Donnie wouldn't change a single thing about it. 

Approaching the rooftop for your apartment, he froze and gave himself a breather, not wanting to be panting when you opened your window to greet him. Although, Donnie thought, you had no clue he was here. For all you knew Donnie was back at the lair in his lab doing who knows what or perhaps on a mission with his brothers; but not here, not outside your window...well technically roof. 

While he rested, his ears perked up the sweetest tune, a melody that seemed to melt the very depths of his heart. He leaned closer against the railing of the rooftop, hanging half of his body over the pole just to find the location of such delight. His googles framed his face as he searched, finally coming to a conclusion that it was you. Donnie had paused, he'd never heard you sing before so he couldn't be so sure that this was you, that it wasn't just something you were playing?

"Cheer up, sleepy Jean

Oh, what can it mean that

To a daydream believer

And a homecoming queen"

The words sounding like heaven falling from your lips, he couldn't quite put a finger on what it was but he loved it nonetheless. He continued to lean further of the ledge, eyes finally seeing the tip of your nose as your head ducked out the window. God your voice sounded even better in the open wind. 

"Cheer up, sleepy Jean

Oh, what can it mean that

To a daydream believer

And a homecoming queen"

Just a little closer and he could get an even better listen at your singing. The metal pole was flimsy at best, only being installed so the health and safety people got off the landlords back, the poor thing can only just handle a pigeon never mind a turtle with a battle shell. Just like lightning, the pole snapped and Donnie fell face first onto the tiny balcony attached to your window. 

You screamed of course, unaware that anyone was even listening let alone watching you. Donnie shrieked back, freaking out when his eyes met yours. You slapped a hand against his mouth before any neighbours woke up and saw a talking turtle outside your window. Dragging him in by his hands, you watched as he slumped against the wall below your window, "What are you doing here!" you yelled.

Donnie looked dazed for a moment, probably still not over the fall, he soon came around when he caught your nervous frown. He stood up slowly, patting himself off before looking at you in wonder, "I didn't know you could sing like that," All anger and confusion washed away, a sense of embarrassment and anxieties crept in.

"I-I-" you stuttered out, Donnie surged forward placing a hand on each shoulder, a warm smile on his lips, "(Y/N) you were amazing, I've never heard anything like it!" he cheered. You slowly grinned back, gaining confidence in yourself, "You gotta stop doing that." you muttered. Donnie looked down at you in confusion, tilting his head just a smidge, "What?" 

"Saying things that make me wanna kiss you." you admitted without thinking, cheeks soon blossoming a bright red at the realisation. Donnie sported a similar expression: eyes wide, mouth agape, cheeks tinged red. But who was he to deny such a good thing? With an attitude he had never quite possessed before, Donnie leant down and pressed his lips to yours, stopping any apology you might have had.

You sighed into the kiss, snaking your arms around his neck dragging him closer to you. Donnie's arm slid down from your shoulders and tugged you against his plastron, wrapping his arms around your waist before pulling apart. "Will you keep singing?" he whispered, his breath fanning across your face. You looked unsure to him, simply because you were, it only took some puppy dog eyes before you caved.

"You once thought of me

As a white knight on his steed

Now, you know how happy I can be

Whoa, and our good times start and end

Without dollar one to spend

But how much, baby, do we really need

Cheer up, sleepy Jean

Oh, what can it mean that

To a daydream believer

And a homecoming…"

[dreamescapeswriting]

All The Small Things ~ HJS [Request]

WORD COUNT: 5.4K

GENRE: Angsty with a fluff ending, established relationship, jealously

PAIRING: Han Jisung x Fem!Reader

A/N: I hope this is okay for you anon! I didn't want to make it too angsty since it was a softer ending 

The train you were sitting on seemed to be taking forever to get to your station, all you wanted to do was get home and crawl into bed beside your boyfriend Jisung. Work had been killing you off all morning, your boss constantly hounding you for doing something that she was supposed to be doing and not you. Your phone continued to ring until you heard Jisung's voicemail play again and you sighed,

"Sungie, I'll be home after you. Leave the door unlocked baby," You said into your phone as you left a message for him, it was no big deal for his phone to be off but you were wanting to talk to him. Hearing his voice after a long day was one of the many things that helped you relax the most. Normally you would beat him home by hours but thanks to the overtime and the train being late it seemed as though you were going to be later than him. 

Once you got off the train and began walking home you decided to try and call him again, it was pitch black outside since it was almost 9 at night in the middle of winter but it went straight to answerphone. It wasn't unusual for your calls to go straight to voicemail with Jisung so you didn't question it at all, he was either asleep or so immersed in his work he just turned the phone off. 

Deciding not to think about it you decided to walk home while scrolling through your Instagram trying to look busy. You didn't even put a thought into it Jisung not answering until you got home to a cold and empty house at 9 pm. All of the lights were off and it looked like no one had been there since you left at 8 that morning. 

"Jisung?" You called out as you kicked off your work heels and slipped into the pair of fluffy bear slippers that were waiting for you but there was no answer. You frowned as you made your way across the floor trying to feel around for a light switch,

"Fuck, it's so cold." You hissed to yourself as you walked to the thermostat and turned it up to a higher setting, you stared around the living room as you flicked the lights on. There was no note from Jisung to say he would be home late, there were no signs of him being there since that morning. Sliding your phone out of your pocket you tried to call him again but it was still going straight to voicemail,

"Hey Jisung, just wondered when you were going to be home. I'll leave the keys out of the door so you can come in. I love you." You hung up and frowned as you looked at your messages, there was nothing there to suggest that you could have been in a fight. The last text you'd gotten from him was, 

Going to lunch with the boys! Love you! Which you didn't respond to because your boss was standing over you watching you all of the time. If you were in a fight Jisung would have made it clear, he liked to try and talk things out rather than just leaving everything out in the open. Fights were uncommon in your relationship.

You sighed to yourself before making your way up to the bedroom to try and get some sleep for the night, there was no use waiting up for him when you knew he would be forever in the studio. Slipping into one of his shirts you crawled into the bed and relaxed a little, no work tomorrow or the day after to think about. You had a long weekend off to look forward to, you couldn't wait to spend the weekend curled up next to Jisung as you binged watched a new anime together. It had been the number one thing getting you through the week of hell at work, binge-watching something together. It was something you and Jisung did a lot whenever you got the time because he was always busy. You got to choose what you watched last time and this time it was his decision. Landing on Demon slayer since it was already on your watched list. 

The next morning you were woken up to your phone buzzing to itself on the bedside cabinet, rolling over you went to grab it to see who it was only to see Chan's name flashing on the screen. Frowning to yourself you sat up to answer his call. He hardly called you unless it was to try and wake Jisung up for a studio thing or of Jisung was running late to something.

"Jisung isn't here if you're after him." You mumbled as you turned over to see if Jisung was laying beside you but the sheets were cold and empty. So much for binge-watching something together, you pulled the sheets around your body and pouted to yourself waiting for Chan to talk to you.

"No he's at the dorms, I called to tell you to ask if you were coming to dinner..." You frowned as you looked at the time it wasn't dinner time so it wasn't as if you had slept a whole day away. Then you went back to talk through the phone.

"Chan it's 8 am..." You said slowly as though he was confused on what the time was, you knew his sleeping schedule was a little off but you didn't think it was this bad. 

"I know but since Hyejin is visiting we're going to have a huge dinner together. Felix and I are shopping for food now so I needed a headcount. Jisung said he would ask..." You frowned even more as you looked through your phone to see if he had text you at all but your phone was empty beside from a text from Felix about cupcakes. He wanted your recipe for your famous birthday cupcakes but text an hour later to tell you it didn't matter.

"Erm...He didn't ask me-" You were cut off by Chan who sounded as though he'd been caught doing or saying something he shouldn't have been.

"I'm sure he was going to, it's tonight at the dorms." He rushed out as he thought of something to say to you but you just hummed at him as you thought back on who Hyejin was. The name sounded so familiar to you but you couldn't place where it was exactly. You just assumed it was one of Jisung's friends from Malaysia that had come to visit him for a while and he'd been so busy catching up he'd forgotten to mention it. He always told you how much he missed his friends and wanted to visit whenever he next could.

"I'll be there, do you want any help with anything?" You knew that cooking for ten people was going to be difficult enough for anybody nevermind just Chan and Felix. The last time they were left alone to cook you spent the day cleaning off burnt food from the bottom of multiple pans.

"No, it's okay Hyejin said she will help cook, she did a cooking degree at university." That was it, Chan said a quick goodbye before hanging up leaving you staring at the wall in front of you. The name still floating around in your head as you tried to picture where you had heard it before.

When you walked into the dorms that night the smell of food hit you like a brick wall, it all smelt so good. The whole dorm was loud with people talking and singing, as well as yelling coming from Felix and Jeongin who were sitting at the table decorating cupcakes.

"Hey!" You turned to your right to see Minho and Seungmin sitting together on the sofa, you took off your shoes and headed over to them. 

"Were you banned from the kitchen?" You giggled walking over to them and plopping yourself down in the middle, Seungmin sighed as he nodded along with you. Minho laid his head on your shoulder as you both watched Seungmin playing on the switch,

"I tried to help Felix with the cupcakes but I did it wrong." You pouted as Seungmin turned to look at you with huge puppy-like eyes as if you could do anything to make Felix let him back into the kitchen. 

"Why did you get kicked out?" You questioned Minho who was about to answer when someone else did it for him, a female voice coming out from beside you. 

"He almost burnt Chan with the frying pan. I'm Hyejin." You looked at the hand that was outstretched to you and you followed it up to see a beautiful girl standing there. She had long thick black hair down her back stopping just at the bottom of her back. All of it beautiful waved as though it was cast in stone like that. You looked into her brown eyes and you smiled, it looked as though they were sparkling under the dull dorm lights. Her smile could have knocked the wind right out of your chest as she stood there doing nothing and yet looking amazing at the same time.

"I-I'm Y/n." You got up on your feet and looked at her, you suddenly felt as if you were underdressed even if you were just in the dorms. You were wearing a pair of jeans with one of Jisung's hoodies on since you figured it was just a nice night in at the dorms, you hadn't done anything fancy, unlike Hyejin. She was wearing a black dress that looked as though it was a trench coat tightly bound around her slim waist. It went to about the middle of her thigh and then she had thigh high socks on with a pair of heels, golden earrings in her ears and a full face of makeup. It looked as though she was going out for a meal rather than spending the night in, you nervously played with the sleeves of your shirt as she smiled at you,

"Jisung told me a lot about you," You smiled softly as you thought about what he could have been telling her about you it made you feel better knowing that she was accepting of you and Jisung. 

"Good things I hope." You laughed nervously going to say something when you heard Jisung's voice fill the air, calling out her name. He walked into the room from his bedroom and you could have sworn his smile had faded when he locked eyes with you,

"Oh. Hey Y/n." Your heart sank as you heard the disappointment in his voice when he saw you standing there. You were hoping it was just your own imagination but you looked at him, he seemed so happy when he turned to look at her instead. The corners of his mouth turning up into a smile showing off a huge smile as soon as she looked back at him.

"I see you met Hyejin." You nodded as you looked at her and then to your boyfriend again, that was when you noticed a bandage around his hand. Panicked rushed through you as you stared at it,

"Sungie! What happened?!" Your voice broke out in a panicked tone as you turned his hand over, there was a spot of red seeping through a little bit of blood leaking out.

"It's nothing." He hissed at you, snapping his hand away as he hid it behind his back as he tried to hide it. Hyejin rolled her eyes at him and shook her head. 

"Ugh, he's trying to act brave," Hyejin said as she rolled her eyes at him again as he grumbled something that neither of you caught. 

"He accidentally cut it in the kitchen when he was throwing the knives around. Trying to show me some new choreography they're working on." You frowned at her explanation. If there was ever any new choreography Jisung would refuse to show you since he always wanted what they did to be a surprise to you so it was even more surprising that he was showing other people.

"New choreography?" You looked at Jisung hoping he would show it to you but he just said nothing as he turned away and walked into the kitchen to talk to the others. 

"Was I not supposed to say anything?!" Hyejin cried out walking after him and leaving you alone with Seungmin and Minho again. A sinking feeling began to set into your chest at the thought that Jisung was mad at you for being there but you were friends with all of the boys too and after all, you were his girlfriend why shouldn't you have been there?

"Since when have you guys been working on something new?" You questioned as you looked at Minho for answers and then to Seungmin who was avoiding your gaze which meant he was trying to keep a secret but Minho smiled at you before winking. 

"Only a month, it's for an award show...Nothing big. He was showing off because he's missed her." He mumbled as he looked through his phone, 

"They were each other's first love after all. It's something you don't forget." That was when it all clicked into place. Hyejin. The name of the girl that Jisung had fallen madly in love with back in Malaysia, both of them fell in love but by the time either of them confessed it was too late. Jisung was leaving for Korea and they decided not to do the long-distance thing. You watched them from the sofa as he let her care for his hand, sitting together on the chairs as she inched closer to him. It was probably all innocent but in your head, you couldn't help but overthink every small action happening between the two of them.

Towards the end of the night, you were starting to see Jisung and Hyejin grow closer to one another. Throughout the meal, they sat beside one another recounting old stories. Laughing way too hard at Jisung's jokes that weren't funny or just whispering to one another. It was hard not to get jealous over something like this but you had to keep reminding yourself that they were old friends. Jisung loved you now and that was all that mattered. 

"Lost in thought?" You jumped up dropping the bag of rubbish onto the floor as Changbin came out onto the balcony with you. 

"Jesus Christ Binnie," You whined as you bent down to pick up the bag and all of the contents that had spilt out onto the floor, 

"Sorry, I thought you heard me." He began to help you pick everything up when you noticed some shattered glass on the floor, 

"Careful." You called out as you began picking it up carefully and placing it into the bin, that was when you saw the photo frame there. It was a golden trimmed one you'd gotten for Jisung, inside was a photo of you and him on your 1-year anniversary together.

"I wonder why he threw it out? Probably a mistake." Changbin said as he reached inside to pick up the photo that was covered in rotting food and rubbish. 

"L-Leave it, I'll get him a new one." Your voice cracked as you tried to fight back the tears and overwhelming thoughts. Only one thought was hitting you about the photo being in the bin was that he didn't want Hyejin to see it, the one thought rolling around in your head over and over again. Glancing through the balcony doors you saw them sitting together on the sofa, her legs draped over him as they laughed to one another.

"I erm...I think I'm going to go." You whispered to Changbin as you finished putting the rubbish into the bed and then stood up, 

"Why? We were all going to play just dance...Teams," You shook your head even if the thought of it seemed fun. 

"I'm tired, long week." He nodded and walked back into the dorms with you, washing your hands together before you got ready to leave. 

"Jisung! Y/n's going!" Felix called out as he handed you a small box with cupcakes inside, all of the perfectly decorated. He wanted you to take some home since he already made too many to keep at the dorms. 

"I think he went for a walk with Hyejin, she said she was getting a little claustrophobic with all of us in here..." Jeongin said as he looked up from the switch, he was trying to find the perfect song that he could beat everyone on later in the night. 

"Don't worry. Tell him I said I'll leave the back door unlocked," You mumbled as you slipped out of the door not wanting to make Jisung not being there a big deal. Of course, he was going to want to spend as much time as possible with her she was his best friend. 

You turned down the street to head home when you saw them standing together in front of a shop, she was shivering when Jisung slipped off his jacket and wrapped it around her. 

"Sungie! You're so sweet!" You heard her voice cry out making you bite down on your lip, you ignored them as you turned to walk the long way home not wanting to make it look as though you were interrupting their time together. It was only for the weekend and then she would head home, Changbin had been stood telling you all about her while you washed the dishes up. She'd been to a huge university doing every course imaginable that was available to her, she'd worked in a pet adoption and rescue centre and not to mention won a beauty contest not so long back. There was no denying how beautiful and smart she was. 

The weekend passed and she still hadn't left Korea yet, according to Jeongin she'd decided to extend her visit by a week so she could go and see where Jisung worked. None of this you were told by Jisung though. The only text you got from him lately was him telling you that he wouldn't be back at the shared house yet or answering your texts really dryly. You were getting tired of putting it down to the fact that he'd missed her, you wanted your boyfriend back and yet every day that passed it felt as though he was slipping further and further away from you. There was always that crushing feeling in the back of your head that he was going to leave you for her but you had to ignore it. Jisung and you had been together for a year and a half now, you loved one another with every fibre of your being. You did your best to ignore the feeling but when the week extension ended and she extended her stay once again you began to grow insecure. Jisung became dryer with you and that was if he even bothered to respond or answer your calls if you wanted an answer out of him you had to call one of the others to get it out of them.

"You're finally home!" You smiled brightly as you walked into the house to see Jisung standing in the living room, you wrapped your arms around his body and smiled as you breathed in his scent. You'd missed him so much but you realised he wasn't returning the hug, 

"I came by to grab some clothes, where's my black hoodie New York hoodie?" You stared up at him in silence as he just casually announced that he was going to be leaving you again soon. 

"I've been sleeping in it," You whispered as you looked at him, kicking off your shoes and trying not to get angry at him for leaving you once again. 

"Can you not stay here tonight? I've missed you Sungie, haven't you missed me?" You questioned hopefully, he looked into your eyes and his smile appeared. Relief washed over you as you looked at his smile, 

"Of course I have, I just...Hyejin is my best friend and it's been so long." Another wave of relief hit you as you heard him call her his best friend so you hugged him tightly snuggling your head into his chest, 

"She can always stay over here...We have the spare room and I wouldn't mind getting to know her." You told him as you kissed his chest but that was when his body tensed up and you knew something was wrong. Jisung only got tense and weird when he was trying to keep something from you. 

"She got a hotel for us, we're in a twin room so we can just spend time together." Another hit in the chest as you realised they were alone together in a hotel room. When she was staying at the dorms it didn't hurt you as much since they were surrounded by 7 of your best friends who would let you know the ins and outs of everything that was happening. You were already receiving updates from Minho every hour on the hour without asking him to do it.

"A hotel room?" You tried your best not to come across as jealous but he could already sense it in the tone of your voice, 

"It's not like that. I'm taking her to N Seoul Tower and then we're going to go sightseeing." N Seoul Tower. One of the top-rated romantic places to take a loved one. You moved away from him with your back to him as you tried to ignore the crushing in your heart again, it felt as though he was holding your heart in his hand and squeezing it tightly. 

"The new york hoodie is her favourite, would you mind washing it and then drying it for tomorrow?" He asked casually as he went to sit down on the sofa, 

"So...Without catching up with me, asking me how my week was or even hugging me back you're going to take off with another girl?" Your eyes widened as you spoke without thinking and Jisung just stared at you from the sofa wondering where all f this was coming from. 

"She's my best friend, I haven't seen her for around 4 years...We have some catching up-"

"You've been catching up for almost two weeks, I miss you. I miss coming home to cuddle you to bed. You haven't so much as even text me since she got here." All of the anger was bubbling up inside of you as you thought back on everything, you tried not to let it get the better of you but you were sick of being pushed to the side as if you were nothing but some clothes he no longer wanted. 

"Do you not want to spend time with me anymore?"

"Are you asking me to choose between you and Hyejin?" He cut you off and you just stared at him, mouth opening and closing as if you were some kind of fish. You'd never want to make Jisung chose between you and a friend, 

"Because if you are I choose her. Her choose her over everything." The room fell into a deathly silence. So silent that you could hear the faucet in the kitchen begin to drip as you stared at Jisung who looked like he hadn't realised what he'd said or didn't care. He got up on his feet and walked past you, pushing into your shoulder as he walked by.

"So that's it then? You're throwing away 1 and a half years of relationship?" His hand hovered above the door handle as he stood in silence. 

"Jisung!" You called out as he pulled the door open, the cold air rushing in and hitting you as you watched him standing with his back to you. Tears were welling up in the corners of your eyes as you waited for him to turn around and tell you that it was you he wanted but he never did. 

"If you walk out of that door don't bother coming back..." You threatened but he just stepped outside, slamming the door behind him. 

As soon as the door shut you fell down onto your knees letting out a loud sob as you thought about him leaving you for someone else. Your heart clenched as you heard his car start and pull out of the driveway leaving you alone with nothing but the memories you had in the house.

Jisung sat staring at Felix in the kitchen the next morning after he'd left your shared house the night before he went straight to the dorms instead of heading to the hotel. The fight that wasn't even really a fight came crawling into his head the whole drive and he couldn't bring himself to go to see Hyejin. He gave her some kind of excuse that he was feeling sick and stayed at home with you while he stayed at the dorms. Felix started singing as he made everyone breakfast and that only made Jisung think of you and how you would cook him breakfast on the weekends. Even after working so hard during the weekend you would always wake up early and make him food. Always standing there in his clothes, singing and dancing along to their music. Even his personal unreleased mixtapes that he would work on, his most recent being alien which you would loudly rap along to on the daily.

Throughout the rest of the day, all of the small things you used to do for him began to hit him. The way you would call out his name whenever he was late for something or didn't do something around the house like the dishes or emptying the trash. Even the way he heard you creeping around his home studio, he missed hearing your tiny footsteps as you tried to make as little to no noise as possible while he was working on something. 

"How long has he been sitting like this?" Minho asked as he noticed Jisung staring down into a mug of hot chocolate that Hyunjin had made for him. 

"About an hour, he won't say anything. Felix said he hasn't said anything since he came in last night." Hyunjin whispered as they continued to stare at their friend who looked as though he was having a losing battle with his own mind. Which he was. He'd started to think back on everything the night before and how he was somehow going to make this up to you. He didn't care if it would take a lifetime he never wanted to hurt you again.

"Hey. I bought Hannie this, he said-" Hyejin stopped speaking when she laid eyes on you, you were dressed in one of Jisung's hoodies and your eyes were bloodshot as you stared at her. 

"Are you sick too?!" She questioned with a panicked look on her face, 

"I can go and make you some more soup..." You shook your head as you wiped your eyes on the sleeve of Jisung's hoodie and tried to talk to her, 

"H-He left last night, we broke up." You whimpered as you finally said out loud as you began to sob again, instantly Hyejin wrapped her arms around you as he brought you into a tight embrace. She began rubbing your back softly as she tried to comfort you but it only caused you to cry harder.

"What happened? He seemed so happy when we were hanging out. He couldn't stop talking about you." She slid a cup of hot chocolate in your hand as she joined you on the sofa in your house, you had offered her the drink but she insisted on making it since you were so upset. 

"I...I sort of got a little jealous about-" You looked down into the liquid in the cup and cleared your throat thinking back on how stupid it must have seemed to her. 

"About you." You finished off as you looked up into her eyes, she instantly began shaking her head reaching down to put her mug down onto the coffee table. 

"There's nothing between me and Jisung that you need to be jealous of." She assured you as she looked into your eyes, she knew there had to be something off since you'd seemed so weird on Saturday she was at the dorms. 

"Jisung and I were friends for a long time and we both wanted more but it doesn't take a genius to work out and see how much he's in love with you." You felt your heart crack even more as you realised you'd been the one to push him out of the house, the both of you had just been so pent up about different things. Hyejin wrapped her arm around your shoulder as you began to cry once again at the mere thought of telling him bever to come back. 

"I told him not to bother coming back if he chose you," You sobbed into her chest as she continued to hold onto you and comfort you. 

"If we know anything about Jisung it's that he'll do what he wants when he wants...He's in love with you. He'll come back."

As Hyejin was hugging you goodbye three hours later in the door you saw Jisung pull up in his car. You and Hyejin had spent three hours getting to know one another, she was telling you stories about Jisung to cheer you up and you were telling her stories about him to use as blackmailing tools in the future. Hyejin pulled away from the hug and turned to look at Jisung who was getting out of the car, 

"Looks like someone decided to come back." She whispered to you as she turned to leave the front doorstep, passing Jisung she grabbed him by the arm. 

"Don't you ever do something that dumb again, I mean it." She warned him as she waved her finger in his face staring into his eyes as she threatened him. 

"I won't...Is she okay?" He questioned not looking at you, Hyejin nodded her head in your direction. 

"Ask her yourself," She whispered before getting into her own rented car and leaving. Jisung turned to look at you and you smiled weakly, stepping aside so he knew the tension between you was okay for him to walk into the house again.

"You could have told me you were scared..." He said as he laid in the bed beside you, your head was resting on his chest as he played with your hair. Neither of you had said anything to one another since he got back, you just walked up to the bed and curled up next to one another. You in one of his hoodies while he wore nothing but some sweatpants, fights were never his strong point nor yours. He would rather talk it out calmly.

"You didn't even answer my texts and if you did I had one-word answers." You mumbled to him as you drew invisible patterns into his bare skin, you felt his chest vibrate as he laughed awkwardly.

"I'm sorry...I was just so excited about seeing her...She was telling me all about back home I just got carried away." He whispered as he looked down at you, 

"I know I'll not be able to make it up to you, but there is nothing between us and there never will be." You shook your head as you thought about that, you placed your ear on his chest so you didn't have to look into his eyes. 

"You can't promise that you're each other's, first love." You told him but as soon as he heard you say that he turned you to look up at him and shook his head. 

"And you're my true love, no one in the world could replace what you mean to me Y/n." He licked his lips as he looked into your eyes, 

"You're the only person I want to be with until we're both old and wrinkly...Racing our wheelchairs around nursing homes and bullying the nurses." You couldn't help it anymore you smashed your lips against his and smiled as you felt him gasp a little, wrapping his arms around your waist as he brought you up into a deeper kiss. Cupping your face in his hands and smiling against your lips, 

"Does this mean I'm forgiven?" He panted breathlessly as he pressed his forehead against your own, 

"Kind of. Hyejin and I are going to force you to come shopping before she leaves." You panted as you licked your lips, looking into his eyes as he fell back against the bed grumbling to himself. 

Tagline: @channiewoo​ @taestannie​ @kneel-begyourpardon​ @minholuvs​ @bisexualmess007​ 

[poeticandors]

Cut to the Feeling Part 4

Poe Dameron x F!Reader (Babysitter!AU)

Summary: After graduating college and needing to have some cash in order to survive while doing an unpaid internship, Y/N decides to take up a babysitting/caretaking job. Little does she know that she ends up working for a familiar face.

Warnings: None!

A/N: Well, damn! It has been a long time but I’m back! Thanks for waiting patiently. Hopefully you enjoy this chapter. 

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

GIF by @damerondjarin

Ah, the weekend. Plopping on the couch, you planned for a day of doing absolutely nothing. You were finally able to relax after a long week of observation hours for your internship as well as driving Eva Bey to and from school, to her dance lessons and soccer practice, and whatever errands Poe had you running for him such as trips to the store. 

A few months have passed since you’ve started working with Eva Bey, and you seemed to have gotten into the routine. You got along great with Eva Bey, who was an absolute sweetheart, and Poe was nice as well. There have not been any issues thus far, and you were hoping that it would stay that way. 

Eva Bey really was one of the easiest children you have had the pleasure of working with. She enjoyed any activity you had planned for her, and she had the biggest imagination. If she did become upset, it wasn’t hard to redirect her into another activity or to get her to tell you what was going on. You adored her the more you’ve gotten to know her.

As for Poe… things have been going well. There was never any miscommunication between you both, and you would go as far to say that it was as if the incident never happened. It also made it easier that you would really only see and talk with him at the end of each day when you would be leaving, so conversation was limited. But… you secretly wondered if he ever thought back to it such as you have. 

Shaking your head to stop you from thinking anything further, you grab the remote to your TV and flip on Netflix as you try to find some movie to distract you, only for your phone to ring. Grabbing it, you see Poe’s name flashing on your screen as you furrow your brows. You hoped something didn’t happen with Eva Bey, so you quickly answered. 

“Hello?”

“Hey, I am sorry for calling on your day off. But, is this a bad time?”

“No, I was just trying to find something to watch on TV.” You sit up. “Is everything alright?” 

“Oh, yeah! I am actually calling on behalf of Eva Bey’s request— oh, okay here she is.”

You hear the phone being passed on the other end as well as Eva Bey and Poe’s whispers to one another. 

“Hello?” Eva Bey’s sweet voice calls out, which instantly brings a smile to your face. 

“Hey, Eva Bey! Is everything okay?”

“Yeah! Um, I asked my dad to call you. I have a question.”

“Alright, what is your question?”

“Can you come swimming with us? My daddy said he would take me, but I want you to come too!”

“Oh, um… I mean, I wouldn’t want to ruin your time spent with your dad—“

“But I want you to come. Please?” 

Biting the inside of your cheek, you ponder for a moment until you let out a soft sigh. “Eva Bey, can you give the phone to your dad?”

“Yeah!” 

You hear the shuffling of Eva Bey handing Poe the phone back. “Hey.”

“Hey, um… are you sure it’s okay if I join you guys? I wouldn’t want to be a bother and interrupt any father-daughter time.”

“Oh, no. It’s totally okay with me. Eva Bey was the one who wanted to go swimming since the community pool just opened this weekend. She would really want to see you.”

“Oh, well…” You try hiding the slight disappointment in your voice, internally reprimanding yourself why you thought Poe would be the one to want to see you. 

“And please. Don’t think you’re a bother. You could never be one.” 

Something in the way Poe says that makes your heart flutter in your chest. And because of that, you are almost hesitant to decline— to come up with some excuse. This would be your first time being with Poe outside of professional settings, definitely not counting the first ever encounter between you both. But, if Eva Bey really wanted you to be there and it was her idea…

“…Tell Eva Bey that I am packing my swimsuit right now.”

Poe does so, and so you hear the excited little shrieks from the little girl as you both laugh.

“Just meet us at the house, we can all drive together and it gives me time to get us situated.” 

“Of course, Bye, Poe.”

You hang up, soon getting up from your couch as you head to your bedroom to begin packing up for a nice, relaxing day at the pool. Totally professional, totally just to spend time with Eva Bey. 

Totally.

++++++

Hoisting your bag up, you knock on the door as you wait for Poe to let you in. Packing for this trip was a little stressful for you as you searched thoroughly for a swimsuit and then came to the realization you had no sunscreen, so you had to make a stop on the way. Then, you figured to grab a few snacks for you three while you were there because why not? You even decided to pick out a sea turtle floating toy for Eva Bey simply because you couldn’t resist. 

The door opens up and you smile, taking in Poe’s appearance. This was the first time you had seen him in anything other than a suit and tie, and he looked… nice. His hair was slightly disheveled, probably from getting Eva Bey ready for the day, and he looked comfortable in his t-shirt and swim trunks. 

“Hey, thanks for coming along. Sorry if you had plans or anything.” Poe scratches the back of his head.

“Oh, it’s no problem. You saved me from an entire day of just binging Netflix, anyways. Thanks for the invite.”

Poe smiles, and before he can speak, you hear your name being shouted as Eva Bey rushes over to hug you tightly. 

“Hi, Eva Bey!” You laugh as she pulls back, grabbing your hand. She pulls you inside, as Poe closes the door behind you. 

“My dad says I can wear my new swim suit today.” She beams, as you set your bags down. “It’s blue!”

“Well, I can’t wait to see it.” 

“Do you think you can braid my hair the way you do? My dad doesn’t know how to do it.” 

“Hey, in my defense, it is more complex than the braids I usually do for your hair.” Poe chuckles. “You might have to teach me how to do it.”

“Well… I guess I could teach you. But, I must warn you that these lessons come with a fee,” you tease. 

“A fee, huh?” Poe raises a brow as you shrug your shoulders.

“If you’re good at something, don’t do it for free.”

Poe grins, before Eva Bey begins tugging his hand. “Can we go now?” 

“Yes, Eva Bey. Let’s just get everything packed in the car, okay?”

“Yay!” Eva Bey exclaims, as she looks up at you. “I have my own swim bag packed already!”

“Great! But, I think you might be missing something,” you discreetly pull out a box from one of your bags. 

“What is it?”

“I thought why not bring a big pool floatie with us?” You smile as you show her the turtle, and she jumps up from excitement. 

“You didn’t have to get that,” Poe glances at you. 

“It’s okay,” you wave him off. “I thought it would be fun. I also brought some snacks so you don’t have to pack any.”

Poe slowly nods. “Huh… thanks”  

“It’s nothing.” 

Poe stares at you for a moment, a comfortable silence building between the both of you before clearing his throat. “Let’s get this filled with air, okay? Then we can go.”

“Sounds good. Come on, Eva Bey. Let’s get everything else packed up.”

Eva Bey nods, taking your hand as you both walk outside with your bags while Poe searches for a vacuum to pump up the floatie.  

++++++

After arriving at the pool, Eva Bey practically pulled your arm off while dragging you through to a table in the shade as she set her bag down. You sat in the backseat with her on the ride there, braiding her hair as you sang along with her to plenty of her favorite Disney songs. Poe didn’t even get out of it, as he was asked to sing plenty of the male counterparts in the duets. You and Eva Bey definitely got a kick out of it when he sang along to Gaston, trying to match his deep sounding voice.

It was quite warm today, so you were glad there was at least an open area that was well shaded. A group of children screamed and laughed from excitement jumping into the pool, while parents chased after a few others to try and convince them to wear more sunscreen. 

When Poe set down the floatie and bags of snacks and water bottles, he looked over to Eva Bey. “Let’s get some sunscreen on you, kiddo.” 

“Okay, Daddy!”

Eva Bey stands in front of Poe as he squeezes some of it on his hands, and begins rubbing it all over her shoulders and arms before turning her around. You watch as he carefully rubs it on her face and neck, before setting the bottle down. 

“Okay, you’re all set. Where is your life vest?” 

“Umm… Daddy, I want to try and swim without it today.”

“Oh?” Poe raises a brow. “Are you sure?”

Eva Bey nods, and you can see the slight nervousness in her eyes as she does so. You knew that Eva Bey didn’t know how to swim completely, but also didn’t expect her to want to try to learn right away. 

“Okay, kiddo. But only if you’re sure.”

“I am,” she says more confidently, then turns to you. “Will you help me, too?” “Of course, Eva Bey. Just let me finish getting ready, okay?” 

“We can go ahead and get in the pool while we wait, Eva Bey.” Poe takes her hand, as you begin stepping out of your cover, and put sunscreen on yourself. 

What you don’t see, however, is Poe glancing back at you, slightly freezing. You don’t see how his gaze moves down, observing each and every inch of your body. Poe suddenly has a flash to that night so many months ago, of him touching and kissing along those curves of yours, as well as the sounds he managed to hear from you that tend to patronize his dreams most nights. Poe stops himself from gazing any longer, and he shakes his head as he leads Eva Bey to the pool. 

When you finish getting ready, you make your way over to the steps of the pool that Poe and Eva Bey stopped at. You look down at the little girl, seeing her eyes scan cautiously along the water as Poe steps into the pool, shivering slightly from the chill of the water. 

“You ready, Eva Bey?” Poe holds his hand out, only for her to take a step back slightly.

“Um… I don’t know…”

Poe glances up at you, and you nod slightly as you kneel down next to her. 

“It can be a bit scary, learning how to swim at first. But you know all the first steps to swimming by yourself, don’t you?” 

She shakes her head as you smile, and take her hand. “Well, one of the first things you need to remember is that when it comes to swimming, you can always ask for help. Would you like me and your daddy to help you?” 

“Yes…” 

“How about we take the first step into the water?” 

Eva Bey nods, as you both step into the water, and goosebumps cover your skin as you shiver lightly. Eva Bey also jumps from the cold, as you chuckle. 

“It’s chilly, isn’t it?” “Yeah!” She forces out a nervous laugh as you both take another step, the water feeling more manageable. 

“Alright, we’re in the water,” you look down at her. “Now, this is another important step so I need you to pay close attention. An easy way to keep yourself afloat in the water is to just lay on your belly and keep kicking your feet. Can we try that?” 

Eva Bey looks at Poe, as he smiles. “You got it, baby.” 

You step further into the water, and hold your arms out to her. “I’m right here, okay? I’m just going to hold you. Can you lay on your belly in my arms and fly like a superhero?” 

“Okay…” She moves into your arms and lays down as you smile. 

“You’re a natural! Look at you! Can you kick your feet for me and make some splashes in the water?” 

She does so, and you begin moving her around in a circle, and look up at Poe. He gets the hint, as he holds his arms out, and you pass Eva Bey over to him as she continues kicking. You clap your hands, and Eva Bey gives a toothy smile. 

“Look at you! You’re already a professional!” You laugh softly, as you move over to her. “Next step since you have already mastered lying on your belly and kicking: blowing bubbles.”

“I can blow bubbles!”

“Can you? Well, let’s see!” 

Eva Bey puts her face slightly in the water and she begins blowing bubbles for a few seconds before quickly lifting her head back above the water. Poe holds her up, and you give her a high five. 

“Eva Bey, that might’ve been the best bubble blowing I have ever seen!” 

She grins, looking back at Poe as he nods. “It really was the best.” 

“Okay. Now, this next step might be a little scary, but I promise you that me and your daddy will be there to help you, okay?” She gives you a slight tilt of her head, nervous. “We are going to do all of these steps underwater, okay? The flying like a superhero, the kicking, and the bubble blowing— it’s all going to happen while you are under.” 

“Do you want to practice going underwater, first?” Poe looks down at Eva Bey.

“Yeah…”

Poe turns her around, grabbing under her arms. “I’ll hold you the entire time, okay?”

“Don’t forget to blow your bubbles!” You give her a thumbs up.

She returns the thumbs up, before Poe begins to count to three, and they both go under the water for a few seconds. Poe and Eva Bey come back up, and Eva Bey wipes the water away from her face as you begin to clap. 

“Awesome! That wasn’t so scary, was it?” You flash a comforting smile, as she giggles, shaking her head. “Are you ready to try to swim by yourself? Or do you need some more practice?”

“I… I’m ready!” 

“I like the sound of that,” you chuckle, as you hold your arms out to her. Poe hands her to you, as you begin to take a few steps away from Poe. “Alright, now remember, when you need to breathe, just lift your head up out of the water, take a big breath, and then put your face back in the water. Think you can do it?”

“I can do it.” 

“I know you can.” You give her an encouraging smile. “On the count of three, I’m going to go underwater with you and push you, and you’re going to swim to your daddy. Ready? One… two… three!”

Eva Bey immediately begins kicking as you push her away from you underwater, and you break the surface as you begin cheering her on. 

“Go, Eva Bey!” “C’mon, baby, almost there!” Poe holds his arms out, as Eva Bey moves closer and closer to him, before she finally makes it. 

He pulls her into his arms as she looks at him excitedly. “Daddy! I did it by myself!” 

Pride fills Poe’s eyes, and he kisses her cheek. “I’m so proud of you, Eva Bey.”

You quickly swim over to them, as Eva Bey wraps her arms around your neck, hugging you tightly. 

“Did you see? Did you see me swim?” “I sure did. You are amazing! A professional already!” 

“Thank you for helping me.” 

A gratifying feeling fills your chest, as you hug her back, and Poe can’t help but smile at the two of you embracing. You manage to catch Poe staring at you, returning his gaze as you flash your own smile at him. 

Something lingered in that moment as Poe kept his eyes on you. He couldn’t bring himself to look away or keep himself from moving closer to you. There was a tenderness, one that seemed to continue growing the longer he stared at you. It was something that Poe told himself over and over not to pursue.  

Poe just can’t seem to push that fondness away. Whether it was just the heat of the moment, he knew that there was something there for you. Seeing Eva Bey— the most important person in his life— interact and become so comfortable with you, someone that Poe has only grown more trusting with each passing moment, fills Poe’s heart with something he never felt before. 

But he couldn’t act on those feelings. 

Not only that, but he shouldn’t. You worked for him, you took care of his kid… the boundaries were put up for a reason. The night that plays over and over on repeat in his head would never happen again. You both agreed on that, and that was final.

Poe clears his throat, finally breaking the gaze as he pulls Eva Bey from you, and grins at her. “How about we celebrate with a snack break?”

“Okay, daddy! But I want to swim to the steps by myself.”

“Well, if you’re sure.” Poe gently pushes Eva Bey to the steps, and you both watch as she swims towards them by herself. 

“She’s amazing,” Poe hears you say, and looks down at you as you keep your gaze on Eva Bey.

“Yeah… she is.”

Poe quickly looks back, watching as she finally makes it to the steps, and holds her hands up as she stands. “I did it!”

“We’re so proud of you, Eva Bey!” You clap, smiling brightly.

“You both have a beautiful daughter.” 

Looking up, you both see an elderly couple smiling as they stand on the deck, and a slight awkward feeling fills the space between you and Poe. 

“Oh, uh…”

“And I see she gets all her looks from dear old dad, doesn’t she?” The woman chuckles. 

“Actually… we’re not…. I’m not her mother. I’m just her caretaker.”

“Oh! I am so sorry for assuming. How silly of me!” 

“It’s alright.” Poe waves them off politely. “But thank you for the compliment about my daughter. She really is.” 

They only nod in response, before they walk off. You look at Poe, clearing your throat. 

“Well, uh… yeah. I’ll just… help Eva Bey get her towel.”

You quickly swim off, getting out of the pool as Eva Bey takes your hand, and leads you away. 

Poe can only follow, trying to clear his racing thoughts of you as he walks towards your area, and begins to pull out the snacks as you wrap Eva Bey’s towel around her. He can only smile, hearing Eva Bey chatter excitedly about the fact she finally knows how to swim, and suddenly becomes all for trying out for the swim team after discovering it.

++++++

After a fun afternoon of swimming, Poe finally decided it would be best to head home after seeing Eva Bey’s energy begin to dwindle. Poe finished packing up the car as Eva Bey settled in her booster seat, before you both got in the car quietly. 

Poe looks in the rearview mirror as he begins to drive back to his house, seeing Eva Bey begin to doze off. He chuckles lightly as you glance at him.

“Someone had an eventful day,” he nods at the reflection as you peek back, smiling. 

“Oh, this is too cute.”

“Here, take a picture so I can send it to my dad along with the videos I took of her swimming.” Poe hands you his phone, keeping his eyes on the road. 

You snap a picture, before turning back, and setting the phone down in the cup holder. Poe continues driving, the radio playing music at a low volume as a comfortable silence settles between you both, until Poe mutters something.

“Hm?”

“I said thank you. For helping Eva Bey learn how to swim.” “Oh… it’s no problem.”

“It’s a big deal, though. I know she’s been nervous about it, and anytime we would get close to trying she would get scared.” Poe glances at you as he stops at a red light. “Seeing her overcome her fear, becoming so excited, and you helping her… that means a lot to me. Thank you.” 

“Of course. I would do anything for Eva Bey.”

“I know you would.” 

You stare into Poe’s eyes, and the tension only grows in that small space that separates you from him. It was true what you said, that you would do anything for Eva Bey. The young girl had come to mean so much to you the entire time you’ve gotten to know her. She meant so much to you, and you wanted to be there to continue helping her in anyway possible. 

But you also know you would do anything for Poe, too. 

Sure, you knew you would not be able to pursue any feelings beyond that for the sake of professionality and Eva Bey, but you would still do anything you could for him. Part of you thinks he knows that, but you couldn’t outright say it to him. 

Still, something seems to bring you both closer to each other, despite a voice in the back of your head warning you not to cross that boundary. Another tells you that you should cross that boundary, to explore what it could offer and what might blossom between you both.

But you continue to listen only to that first voice, because right now it’s the only one that is keeping you from ruining this. 

The light turns green, and Poe only begins to drive when a car behind him honks, and you look away. The rest of the car ride is quiet, and Poe finally pulls up to the house. Eva Bey stirs awake from the movement, and smiles tiredly. 

“Are we home?”

“We are, Eva Bey.”

Getting out of the car, you grab your bag as Poe helps Eva Bey. She hugs your legs, looking up at you. 

“Thank you for coming swimming and teaching me how to swim!” 

“I had so much fun with you. Thank you for inviting me,” you smile as she pulls back.

“Can’t you stay a little longer?”

“Well, I would. But I have to get home and I’m sure your daddy is tired and wants to spend the rest of the weekend with you.”

“Oh… okay…” She does nothing to hide the dismay in her expression, as you poke her cheek.

“But I will see you on Monday, okay? I have some water beads I thought you might enjoy playing with. Is that okay?”

Her disappointment soon fades away as she smiles, nodding excitedly. “Okay!”

Glancing up at Poe, you give him a small wave, before finally walking off. Poe watches until you drive off, looking down at Eva Bey as she tugs on his hand to lead him inside. 

“Let’s get you ready for a bath, okay? Then I’ll cook us some dinner.” 

“Daddy, do you like Miss Y/N?”

Poe stops, before setting the swim bag down. “Well, of course I do.”

“I think she’s very nice, and very pretty. Don’t you?”

“I… why don’t you go pick out your bubble bath, okay?”

“But—”

“And then we can FaceTime Papa Kes to talk about how you swam by yourself after I make mac and cheese?”

“Fine,” she replies with a hint of attitude that Poe can only laugh at, and she heads to the bathroom.

Poe shakes his head, running a hand down his face as he lets out an exasperated sigh. He pulls his phone out of his pocket, looking through the videos of Eva Bey swimming to you as she pushes off the wall cheering each and every time without fail. Poe looks at your smiling face, and can’t help but pause the video for a moment. 

He did, indeed, think you were very pretty. 

Poe pulls up the messages between you, and begins typing before suddenly stopping himself. Biting his cheek, he decides ultimately to delete the message, and puts his phone down instead.

[binniesthighs]

what you heard | reader x changjin

a/n: hi. its missing changjin hours also now I am addicted to poly r/ship fics so here is what my brain came up with hehe (pic creds to OPs!) 

what you heard | reader x changjin 

Pairing: self insert, hwang hyunjin x gender neutral reader x seo changbin 

Genre: smut w/ fluffy tones 

Tags: poly r/ship, comfort fic, outdoors sex, friends to lovers, discovery of feelings, idiots in love, with a lil bit of comedy, college au, teehee switch!changbin, switch!hyunjin, switch!reader, they’re all kinda fighting for dominance muhaha (its those bestie vibes ahaha), bratty behavior on all sides, jinnie kinda flips a switch when he gets in the mood (hehe pun intended), spitroasing (r), unprotected sex (stay safe!), sex under the stars hehe, penetration and fingering (r), oral (r & m), face fucking, cumshot, cum eating, that good, good makin’ out, soft and intimate body touching hell yeah, fluffy ending

Word count: 6.8k 

Recommended listening: what you heard by Sonder 

If there was something that you and your two bestfriends were the best at, it was getting your heart broken. 

Hopeless romantics you all were, in one way or another. In fact, it would take even more than your set of three hands to count the number of times that the three of you had come over with a broken heart, seeking ice cream, hugs, or plates to break. 

Changbin was the kind to fall in love slowly, but when he did, it consumed him, and everything that he was. He would become convinced that there was no one better for him in the whole world. He would spend sleepless night writing songs and poetry about those who would occupy his mind. Changbin would write love letter after love letter to never send them, or to have them crinkled into papery balls, and slam-dunked into his waste bin. He would often joke that he was ready to love someone, but he just didn’t quite know how to. Under it all, you and Hyunjin knew that he must’ve been scared if they didn’t love him back. 

Hyunjin fell in love with people at the drop of a hat. It was his “fatal flaw” as he liked to to joke about too. The gorgeous blond man would fall in love over hearts scribbled on coffee cups, smiles in passing, and compliments on days when he had caught the bus late. This man was the kind to sing love songs loudly in the shower no matter who heard him, and would often have a new crush by the week. Unlike Changbin, he had no fear when it came to confessing, but had even worse luck getting someone to take his words seriously. Hyunjin had too much love to give, and never received enough back. 

You, on the other hand, delayed love for as long as you could, no matter how much that you would dream of it. Love came to you in the forms of movies and books, fictional characters and song lyrics. You wrote about the love you had to give in countless journals and on the back of sticky-notes that had been used on the front-side. Love was more of an abstract concept to you. It was never something that you could touch but rather dream about. However, while this wasn’t the worst way to view it all, you still thirsted for something more. A hand to hold, a warm body to tangle up in the sheets with you. 

On this day in particular, you and your friends had gathered for a meeting: your “Unofficial Lonely Hearts Club” as you called it. You couldn’t recall who had called the meeting after the long week that you had, but it was likely what each of you had needed. 

These nights would often start the same: the three of you shoved into Changbin’s pickup, windows down, night air in your lungs, some song on the stereo that Changbin had been into these days. The three of you lived in the typical college city nestled into the side of some mountainside--a stark contrast to where you had come from before. It was the kind of place where people went to forget about who they were before to become new people. For some reason, some crazy fraction of the people who moved there, never left. 

First chance you got, you would move the hell out of there: a place full of so much heartbreak and disappointment…who could dare to stay? 

Hyunjin stuck his hand out the window, making little waves with his palm in the wind. You wondered what he had been thinking of that night; if he was sad or if he was happy. After knowing him for nearly four years now, you knew there was nothing in the world that he deserved more than to feel all the warmth that he had conveyed to others. It was a crime that he never got it back. 

Changbin’s free arm held to the handle above the car door frame, and he flexed and relaxed his muscles as he hung his fingers there. You too wondered what thoughts floated on his mind: if he was making up lyrics or if he was putting together some grad story or gesture only for it to never see the light of day. He too deserved all the love the world could offer. 

Changbin’s car sped up the dirt road to the lookout spot where kids would go to get drunk, high, or possibly both. It was a dreary and empty Wednesday evening, and secretly you hoped that no other rambunctious students would be there to shatter bottles on the craggy rocks. His headlights lit the path ahead, and the car bounced on the rough road with dusty orange rocks. The higher you got to the mountainside, the more static-y the stereo would buzz until soon all that was left were broken lyrics. 

There was one spot you liked particularly: it was a ledge that would jut out horizontally, giving a clear view to the whole of the land below: you would see the white lights from the nearby hospital, and the stadium lights from that god-awful football stadium that had sucked up your student loans. Further, you could see river on the edge of the city-line, and how it would ripple in dark blue sparkles under the moonlight. 

Your two best friends would grab the blankets that were habitually kept in the backseat made of scratchy wool, but this only made them warmer. Changbin also kept a couple camping lamps in his car to light up the dark space of his cargo bed. The weight of your bodies would shake the space and make the car bounce a bit on its wheels when the three of you would cuddle up between eachother to take in the scene. 

On nights like tonight, neither of you would say much, but just look out and feel it all. There was a kind of beauty in the simplicity of the way that everything seemed so still up there, or how time had appeared to stop somewhat. If you were lucky, you could hear the hoot of an owl, or some other critter rustling in the bushes. 

Hyunjin was always the one to sit in the middle, and he would take turns resting his head upon your shoulder or Changbin’s sighing deeply into how they would rise and fall. You hugged your knees to yourself and wondered how many more times you would come up here with them, or if after graduation, it would happen at all. It was painful to consider, but you even wondered if they would be in your life at all after everything ended. 

“I’m sick of being lonely.” Hyunjin said into the cold air. He shifted, looking both you and your other friend in the eyes. “Its depressing and exhausting.” 

“What are you talking bout ‘Jin?” Changbin threw his hoodie over his head.

“I mean moping about people who don’t ever feel the same...feeling sad when it doesn’t go my way...I’m sick of it!! I just wanna like, give up!! Would it be so hard for me to just like, stop feeling??” 

“Oh Jinnie...don’t be ridiculous. You can’t just stop falling in love with people. It’s impossible. Not just for you but...” You exhaled out, “...for all of us.” 

“Yeeeah, I don’t think that you have much control over that.” Changbin agreed. 

“No, seriously!! It’s shit!!” 

You wrapped your arms around him lovingly, nuzzling into his shoulder to sooth him, “I know, I know.” 

“Aren’t you guys sick of it?? The three of us must be cursed or something.” 

Changbin laughed out his little trademark chuckle and ruffled up his friends blond locks. “You’re being dramatic again Hyunjin. It’s not that bad.” 

“Psh! Says you who hasn’t gone on a date in months!” 

“Hey!!” 

You flicked both of your friends on the sides of their heads. “Cut it out, will you? We came up here to relax and forget all that stuff, remember?” 

Hyunjin gave out a sign in his exasperation, turning to fiddle with his little Bluetooth speaker that had definitely seen better days. The last crickets of the season chirped in the early fall air, and the little device booted up with the tiny ringtone that you knew well. 

“Anything we want to listen to in particular?” 

“Whatever you feel like Jinnie.” 

The little blue-white light of his phone illuminated his face, and Hyunjin picked a song that you had likely heard dozens of times before. It was from that artist that he had adored to bits, but only really listened to when he was feeling down. 

“Oh Jinnie.” You hushed, then wrapped your arm around his wide shoulder. “No one deserves you.” 

Changbin let his head fall on the other boy’s shoulder too. When the three of you were close like this with your body heat shared between you, it was cozier than anything imaginable. While you and your two friends weren’t the most touchy of people, there were still times when you could huddle up, and it was no secret that it felt safer than anything. 

Hyunjin chuckled a bit, causing his shoulders to shake. “You know what they say in those movies about people who can’t find love after long?” 

“What’s that?” 

“They say, “By the time that we turn thirty, if neither of us have found love, lets just marry eachother.”” 

Changbin scoffed, “And you’re bringing this up why?” 

“Well, I guess it wouldn’t be the most ridiculous idea if the three of us decided to do that, right? Seeing how the current trend is going?” 

You exchanged adoring and teasing glances with Changbin over your adorably naïve friend. 

“I think you’re missing something out of that equation Jin.” 

His doe-eyes widened, “What’s that?” 

“In all of those movies, it was usually two people who made that promise.” 

“Two people, three people, what does it matter? As of right now, its looking like the only people that we’ve got is eachother.” 

Hyunjin stretched out his hands into his sweater paws and made a little squeak when he cracked his back. 

“What do you say?”

“Hm.” Changbin cleared his throat, “So you’re being serious?” 

“What’s so crazy about it?” Convinced as ever, he counted out the points on his fingers, “We could all live together like we’ve always talked about, we’ll never be lonely and have someone to do things with, we don’t have to be second guessing ever, waiting for someone to call us back...we all already know eachother really well so there will be no surprises...” 

“Oh, so you are being serious about it then?” You ruffled his hair up a bit, just to get a rise out of him like it usually would. 

“I mean...it’s not like it would be hard...right?” 

Changbin sucked at his teeth, “Mm. I guess not.” 

“But isn’t a marriage supposed to be like, having kids, being in love, being...partners?” You added. 

Hyunjin stammered with frantic hands, “W-well, we don’t have to do everything!! Marriage is so conventional these days, we don’t have to follow all the rules, especially since there will be the three of us anyway.” 

Changbin sighed, casting his head up to the ocean-blue sky dotted with silvery constellations and the red blinking lights of airplanes overhead. 

“You’re still forgetting something Jinnie.” 

The blond tiled his head. 

“The part about being in love?” 

The tallest boy shied his hair behind his ear, then tucked his chin into one of the blankets. 

“I mean...I know that I love you guys. I wouldn’t mind spending the time...” 

Your chest buzzed with warmth hearing your friend say it for the first time. It previously had been somewhat of an unspoken phrase between the three of you, but now that he had said it out loud, it felt even more real. 

“Awww, I love you too Jinnie.” 

Changbin scoffed once more and picked with the fraying ends of the blanket. “I guess I do too.” 

The cargo bed grew silent while the three of you chewed on the idea. The longer you thought about it, it started to make sense bit by bit. After all, through all the confusion and the broken hearts, ice cream and broken plates, your little group understood each other better than most. When there were tears to dry, each of you knew exactly what to do. You had loved them all along, you always had. 

“I really love you guys...I think.” Hyunjin finally said, and linked his arms with yours and the other man’s. 

“What are you doing getting all cheesy for, huh?” Changbin nudged him with a smirk. 

“I don’t know, I guess I just never really thought about it like that before.” 

“Like what?” 

“Out of all the people that I’ve “loved” I don’t think that I’ve ever loved them like I have with you both.” 

“What do you mean?” Under the swath of blankets, your knee nudged against his, and he jumped a bit from the feeling. 

Both you and Changbin looked at him attentively and how his lip quivered, and soft eyes glistened from the glow of the lanterns. 

“M-maybe all along...I’ve been in love with you?” 

“Like, in love, in love?” 

“I don’t know...maybe?” He rubbed his eyes like he would’ve had they been lured with sleep. “Maybe I’m just, making things up...I don’t know. It’s getting late.” He laughed out with a tentative breath, “I’m saying things that don’t make sense.”  

Changbin looked out at the stretch of city lights as if he was contemplating the idea himself. 

“I guess that it wouldn’t be impossible.” He said blankly. 

“What!?” You tried to look at both of your best friends as seriously as you could. While your heart started racing, it was as if it was against your will. 

“It’s kinda funny,” Changbin began, “The three of us always complain about how love never really comes our way when we’ve already got it...right here.” 

Logically speaking, it made sense. You and your two best friends really did know eachother better than anyone else ever had. When you had met as scared little 1st years without a clue in the world how to be your own people. You had figured it all out together. The ways that you had showed love to each other had been a bit different--but it was still all the same. If you were to have not met them all those years ago, your life would’ve been drastically different. You couldn’t even picture it. 

Perhaps in all of your little rambles in journals and daydreams, was what you were looking for...them?

“Maybe we were just looking in the wrong place?” You offered, and both of them shrugged. 

“It’s possible.” Hyunjin pulled both of your arms closer to him, and rubbed his cheek into the top of your head, then Changbin’s dark curls. He giggled out, tackling the two of you to lay flat on the cargo bed. It crinkled with a plastic sounding thud, then he wrapped his legs up in both of yours the best that he could. 

Under his arm, you choked a little from his tight grasp, but you eventually let yourself mold into the curves of his body and soak up his warmth. The scratchy wool tickled at your cold fingers, and you soon felt Changbin’s hand come searching for you under the blanket too. It was a bit startling at first, but he reached out to hold your arm, then rubbed small circles into it with his thumb where you rested them on Hyunjin’s chest. 

It was as if he was a bit delirious, but Hyunjin chortled with laugher until he had lost his breath, and his lyrical sounding voice bounced off the cavern of the mountain and echoed up into space. 

“Why do I...weirdly...kinda...wanna make out with you guys right now?” 

Changbin pinched his friend with a teasing grin, “You mean it?” 

Hyunjin pouted with his plush pink lips, “I thought we all just agreed that we were in love with eachother??” 

“Jinnie...” You settled your head into the crook of his neck, right by his collarbones. 

“Damn. Glad I’m not the only one.” Changbin bit a smirk into his lip, then propped himself up on his forearm to gain better ground on you and the other man. 

Your fluttering heart beat it’s way up your throat and into your ears, and your two friends looked at you expectantly. 

“O-outside? Right now?” 

“Yeah, I guess. Why not?” Changbin traced his thumb and index under Hyunjin’s smooth jaw. 

“Aha! So you admit that you want to too!!” Hyunjin beamed and tugged at the sleeves of your own hoodie. 

“I-I didn’t say that...” 

Hyunjin leaned over on his side to face you. “Y/n, how about lets make a deal. We try it out, see how it feels, if it feels weird, we stop and pretend it never happened?” 

“I don’t know Jinnie...this seems pretty friendship ending to me.”

“Isn’t that the point?” Changbin said with a sly grin. 

The tallest boy pleaded to you with nearly needy eyes. “I think that it would feel nice? Besides...none of us have really...felt that...in a while.” 

Changbin’s creeping hands came surveying over Hyunjin’s deep green pullover, and the other boy shivered out a little feeling the touch. 

Hyunjin’s own curious hands reached out to hold both sides of your face gingerly with pink fingertips. 

“I know that I’d like to kiss you...if you’ll let me?” 

Both of your friends waited for you as you took turns checking with both of them. The whole prospect was unimaginable, but now...with both of them in front of you, both more real than anything you could have ever thought up, it started to make all the sense in the world. 

“What do you say?” Hyunjin asked with a dreamy air. It was chilly on that early fall evening, so he tucked up the blankets even higher. It was a simple gesture, but still held multitudes of his care. 

“It doesn’t hurt to try...” 

You felt your face pulled closer to his, and all at once his warmth flooded your lips. It was a strange feeling your friend’s lips on yours like this, but while it was new, it was comfortable. Your friend relaxed himself over you, smiling with the corners of his mouth, and slowly sucking at your lower lip like he didn’t want to startle you with anything too fast. His glossy lips stuck with his favored strawberry flavored Chapstick, and you only wanted to taste more. He hummed with a little happy sound, and his larger hands nearly covered your whole face where he helped tilt your head a little so that he could gift deeper kisses to it. 

Beside him, Changbin shook with a sigh watching the two of you, a different kind of passion growing within him seeing the two of the people that he loved most do something like this. He was a bit unsure at first, but he tucked back his friend’s blonde edges to free the skin of his neck, then sucked little kisses there too. He to was careful, and didn’t want to leave marks, but rather feel the way that Hyunjin’s skin dotted with goosebumps from the feeling and then let kitten-sounding whimpers go from the pressure on his neck. 

While the night itself was nearly too cold to bear, the three of your bodies heated instantly, and you nearly felt as if the sweater that kept you warm was even too much. Hyunjin parted his lips slightly to enter your mouth with his tongue, and it was a feeling so indulgent that you tried to hide from your friend how good he could make you feel out of your own embarrassment. 

Your name slithered from his lips to yours, and you tucked your hands under his sweater, finding Changbin’s hands there too on the other boy’s bare skin. Hyunjin flinched from feeling both sets of hands on his muscles. His abs flared from the attention, and he accidentally bit into your lip feeling the cold pads of fingers on him. 

Now that you had one taste of him your body could only crave more. 

Changbin tilted Hyunjin’s gasping and swollen lips to his own where he took his own turn gifting the other boy his affection. Hyunjin pressed his whole chest into the other man in an attempt to get closer and Changbin’s hands splayed across his back to hold him tightly. The two of them giggled a bit as they roughly worked their way around each other’s mouths. Changbin, a little smaller in the other man’s wide and long arms appeared to swim in him, and the two of them melted between the thick fabric of their clothes. 

Once more your hands went journeying up Hyunjin’s shirt, and you ran your fingers over every curve and twist of his back: from the little dimples above his hips, his ribs, his sweeping shoulder blades and each swelling bit of fleshy dorsal muscle you could get your hands on. You had never realized how curious you had been for him in this way, but it delighted you to feel him this close. 

Legs became anxious under the wool blankets, and tangled up with little regard for personal space, and hips writhed asking for attention that had been kept for them for far too long. 

Changbin moved down Hyunjin’s jaw to give him more kisses to his tender neck, sucking harder this time to imprint little purple marks. You had never taken Changbin to be one to do so, but something told you that he was one to take pride in those that he loved, and wanted them to be his only. 

“B-Bin...” Hyunjin’s voice wavered, no longer loud enough to bounce off the rocks surrounding you. 

From the way that Changbin kissed the other boy, you instantly craved for him to do the same for you. Across the width of your gorgeous blond friend, you tossed around Changbin’s dark and curly strands, and soaked up his warmth to your hand cracking from the cold. 

You called out for him too, and found your hips grinding into Hyunjin’s back, becoming more impatient by the moment. The way that both of them touched you, and each other was...different. There was no fear, no heartbreak, no uncertainty or loneliness. When you thought of it later, it was if the three of you could actually heal from it all for the first time. 

Changbin’s eyes softened hearing you beg for him, and he helped you slide closer to him. 

“Hm. You’re so cute.” He muttered before filling your mouth with his own kisses. Changbin appeared to channel everything that he had in him to give to you--it was no surprise considering the romantic that he was. He was attentive and slow; rough at first, but then melting into something much more infatuating. Hyunjin took his turn swiping his hands up and down your thighs, kneading into the skin, and then tucking up your sweater. He shimmied down your body, pressing soft lips into your belly to make you tremble from the pleasant gesture. He made his way up higher, up to your chest where he exposed even more skin to the cold, but was sure to make up for it by keeping the blankets close. 

Changbin swiped his thumb over both of your lips, smiling as he did so. 

“Have I ever told you that you’re really breathtaking?” He said with a tone so sultry it was a bit laughable. 

“I don’t think so?” 

He too took a greedy hand down your chest where Hyunjin nipped lightly, admiring the way that you had looked under the moonlight. He brought his fingers back to your lips, giving you a tiny and accidental taste of his fingertips, then promptly resumed the kisses that you had asked for. 

Hyunjin worked his way back up your body, stopping at last to lap lightly into your neck with tiny fleeting love bites and delighted in the way that he could see them fade onto your skin--almost like you and him were a matching set now.

Changbin broke his lips from yours, creating a tiny wet sound with a thin string of his saliva on your your bottom lip.

Hyunjin played with the elastic of your sweatpants, gasping out a bit once he saw your legs rub together in the absence of friction. His eyes wandered slowly to his other friend who had grinded his hips down into the cargo bed with a quivering length.

“Are we about to do what I think we are?” He asked, both thrilled and shocked.  

“Seems like it.” Changbin said simply after going to caress the other man’s cheek.

“Damn. I was not expecting this night to go like this.” Your voice shook, either from anticipation, or from the cold--you couldn’t quite tell.

“Me neither...but I’m not mad about it.”

“Friendship offically ruined?” Hyunjin said with a mischievous little smile.

The breeze blew through, wrapped up in the smell of the crisp mountain air. Hyunjin’s little speaker played on with his songs that you still knew the names of. There wasn’t too much light, just the glow from the inside of Changbin’s car and his lanterns, but it was just enough to take in your friends fully--the ones that you had cared for so much, you didn’t even known how much you had. While you would’ve been worried about getting caught on that Wednesday night, this mattered little.

“I’d say so.” You answered, and it was exactly what they had wanted to hear.

The three of you opted to keep your tops on to fight off the elements, but under the covers, you each jiggled off pairs of joggers, jeans and sweatpants. The car bounced once more as the three of you readjusted. As soon as bare legs intertwined and the thin fabric of undergarments got thrown into the mix, you each got louder and more desperate for wandering touches that could quell your desires.

With twisted and oversized socks, Hyunjin straddled both sides of Changbin’s head, letting the other man palm the outline of his dick and squeeze at it harshly until he shivered over the smaller man’s frame.

“Damn Jin...” Changbin groaned seeing the other’s length. “You’ve been packing and didn’t feel like sharing?”

“S-shut up.” Hyunjin whined as the other teased him.

You worked bite after bite down Changbin’s torso, sucking lightly, then harder. After long, you found that it tickled him a little--this knowledge you would save for another time.

He wore baggy boxers which hid the full girth of his dick that swelled with his erection that bopped and only appeared to grow larger once you and released him. Thick veins wrapped around his length, and his tip flared where you grabbed him into your palm.

“I could say the same to you, Bin.” You teased your friend.

Hyunjin turned to see for himself, laughing out, seeing the way that it looked in your smaller hand.

“Bin, what the fuck?”

“...Intimidated are you?”

The other boy tossed his head back, hair getting caught in his hoodie. “No...”

Changbin snapped the elastic to Hyunjin’s briefs just because he liked the sound, then pulled the other’s member out to pump at the considerable length with his fist. The blonde boy choked out a gasp at the strong grip, and Changbin dug his fingers around the other’s waist to bring in him closer.

“What me to suck this pretty dick of yours?”

“Do I even need to answer that question?” Hyunjin snarked.

Further down, you worked your own hand around Changbin’s cock which you had lathered at first with your spit. Obscene sounds of the liquid cupped in your hand, then you worked your mouth down to his gloriously thick thighs. Something overtook you then, and all you wanted to to was ravage them, make them all yours, mark them as yours, and make the quiver all because of you.

Your fingernails dug into the fleshy and squishy skin, and Changbin moaned out forcefully feeling the sting.

“Feels good?” You asked with a wicked grin, then returned to sucking bruises into the inner parts of his thighs.

“You’re gonna...gonna distract me.” He sighed out, still jerking the other boy away.

Hyunjin swiped away the other man’s curly bangs so he could see him fully. He guided his length over Changbin’s mouth, teeth clenched with a tight exhale once he felt the warmth of the other’s tongue lapping up the sides of his shaft.

Your teasing was enough, and you finally granted your friend what he wanted. With a girth as wide as he had, it was somewhat of a challenge, but a challenge that you gleefully expected. He had puffed up your cheeks fully, and you could barely take in half is length without it testing the back of your throat. Still, you focused your breath coming out of your nose, and swallowed him down deeper. Your eyes wetted from the simulation to your gag reflex, but you held on for as long as you could. At last, your wish was granted, and his marked up thighs shook just for you.

“Bin...fuck.” The blond shuddered upon coaxing himself fully into his friend’s mouth. He moaned out sinfully feeling the twist of the other man’s tongue.

To give yourself a moment’s pause, you stopped, gasping over your friend’s slit, teasing your tongue around his head, dipping down to the place where he dripped with beads of precum.

Changbin laughed out breathily, swearing easily and calling out your name too with a rasp to his tone. “S-shit...”

“Getting too distracted?” Hyunjin purred, seeing the other man made a wreck by you. “What about me?”

“S-sorry.” Changbin admitted, wetting his lips and taking back Hyunjin’s cock into his hollowed cheeks.

As you swallowed around him, your friend rutted his hips just slightly, his lust overtaking him.

“Oh fuck, just like that, mm--” Hyunjin cooed, getting lost in his own ecstasy with head thrown back, and his sweater paws melting down to Changbin’s quaking chest where he supported himself.

You worked your hand and mouth up and down around the pulsating vein’s of your best friend’s length, lazily letting him feel your flattened tongue, then switching to let him feel the tightness of your throat.

Hyunjin sighed out heavily as looked down at his friend who had taken him so well. It was almost as if he felt cheated from the crappy head that he had been getting in dirty bathrooms and semi-public dressing rooms. It was dangerous in the way that Changbin would stroke him languidly, then let his drool wet his tip.

Further down your hips, the pent up heat from your own sex ached on the cool plastic of the cargo bed, and you grinded your hips down for any simulation you could get. 

The blonde man whimpered out after long, feeling even hazier the longer that Changbin continued on. “Binnie...you’re...feels really--fuck--so, good...”

It was as if the words hand been a trigger for him, but your friend pulled his length for your mouth, panting out like a dog, while also robbing Hyunjin of all feeling.

“Don’t-don’t wanna cum yet...” He laughed out, “I was really fucking close.”

Hyunjin pouted, then turning back and look at you with a bit of your own saliva running down your neck.

“Your turn now.” He nearly whispered, then crawled down the other man’s body to jerk at him lightly.

“Jin! I-I--” He clenched his teeth.

“Lay down, y/n. Is there any way that you want it?”

“A-anything. Anything that you want to do. I-I don’t care.” You begged, falling under his spell.

“Aw. Cute.” He added once he had seen the purple marks on Changbin’s thighs.

You fell back under the two of them, opening yourself up for them to do as they wished. First, Hyunjin crept down your body with as much care as he could--beautiful in the way the he looked close to you like this. 

Hyunjin’s hand cascaded down your chest, then belly, all the way down to your own twitching and wetted sex, and you keened directly into his touch. 

“Wouldn’t you like my fingers? Filling you up...” He asked softly, finally sinking down far enough so that you could feel his words swirl over your exposed arousal, then pressing light kisses into you. “...as deep as you can take it?” 

“Mm-yes.” You squeaked, opening your legs further for him. 

Your other friend settled beside you, tilting your chin nearer to him. Just barely, his lips grazed over you, breathing in your air with his hooded eyes glued to your weakened form under the hands of the other boy. 

“You’re that excited?” Hyunjin mocked, “We’ve barely touched you.” 

“Quit talking and just get to fucking me, got it?” You demanded, mustering all of your strength. 

“Oh-ho! I didn’t take you for one to bite back.”

Changbin bit a proud little smile into your lip, wrapping his arms around you. The blond man then toyed with your entrance, licking his fingers, wetting them, then pushed them slowly into your needy hole. 

“Ahhh, look at that, so fucking tight around my fingers, You want it that bad?” 

His long and lithe digits filled you up where he started to thrust them in and out, using his free hand to push your jolting thighs back. Your right hand traversed it’s way under the blankets which you had readjusted, all the way down to Changbin’s leaking length which still blushed red. You wrapped around him carefully, promising his to lips that you would go easy on him. 

As Hyunjin curled his fingers, the other man then reached down to rub at you fervently, matching the pace at which Hyunjin flicked his wrist. Your hips lurched feeling the combination of each sensation, and you cried out loudly for the two of them--the sound itself bounced off that empty space where the three of you existed, almost as if you were calling out for the whole starry sky to hear you. 

“I-I think that we were really missing out on something...” You joked with an airy breath and both of your friends joined you. 

Changbin’s teeth caught his lip as your hand squeezed and twisted, and you could see with every ounce of restraint that he had, he was holding back. 

“Way to make me want to fuck you sideways, huh?” He said with a little grin, observing the size difference between your hand and his member. 

Your back arched when Hyunjin reached in even deeper, and you dissolved into the pleasure that he brought you--an amazing kind of all-consuming feeling that shattered your will, and sent you mewling out into your other friends mouth. 

“I-I can’t wait anymore,” You begged, clawing right into Hyunjin’s golden trellises. 

Changbin scooched up quickly, taking half of the blankets with him, thankfully giving the other boy a nod when he let him be the one to use your entrance. With his brutish hands, he flipped you to your stomach, and hiked up your hips too, cold fingers holding them in place. Hyunjin kneeled permitting you access to his cock which as softened slightly, so he pumped himself back into place with his eyes holding yours. 

At first, Changbin teased you with his tip, adding pressure to your twitching hole, then guided himself in bit...by bit. 

The blonde tapped his dick to your lips, holding firmly the back of your neck as you took him in and choked out at the way that the other stretched your walls. Changbin grabbed at your ass in handfuls starting slowly, grinding his hips in little circles to simulate you deeper. 

“Hm. Who would have known that your pretty little hole would be so perfect for me? Guess we really were missing out on something.” 

Hyunjin growled lowly feeling his cock slide down to the back of your throat, brows crossed, and the bottom of his hoodie resting just above his hips. 

“Squeeze my leg if it becomes too much, okay? ...I’m gonna fuck your mouth, okay?” 

You nodded best you could, and he started to thrust carefully, every few seconds you would hold his member to drag it against the sides of your cheeks, causing him to huff out loudly at the fleshy bits of your mouth. 

Changbin quickened his pace, doubling over your back as he lost himself in you, grunting out in his rhythm. From both sides, your best friends used you, resorting to something much more feral as they edged themselves closer. From the motions, the car rocked back and fourth like a bed and it’s headboard. 

You too felt the tension build deeply in your core, and it begged with reckless abandon at your dizzy mind that drew itself closer and closer into the feeling of being utterly all theirs. 

In many ways, you guessed that you always had been--while it had been unspoken at the time. Now, having the two of them wholly like this under the silver sheen of the moon, the cold biting at your skin, then furiously met with your heat, you could no longer see them as the two broken souls whom you had bonded with at first. They were now everything, everything that you had wished and hoped for.

Even now that you had become much more to each other, there was nothing that could take away the closeness that you had shared with them. 

“F-fuck--gonna cum--” Changbin announced while he pounded frantically. The other man rolled his hips into your mouth quicker too, seeking the same kind of release. 

“Y/n?” He said with a broken breath, and you muffled out a moan to let him know that you were nearly there too. 

“Oh shit, oh shit--” 

Changbin grunted out, with a bit of panic to his voice, forcefully removed himself from you seconds before he spilled his white seed onto your hole, then sending it dripping down your leg. 

“Oh fuck--s-sorry--” He gasped out, still jerking his cock while he pulsed. 

“Bin!! What the fuck??” Hyunjin yelled out, his words quickly turned into mumbles of nonsense when you took him down as deeply as you could manage without gagging, focusing only on him even though your sex ached feeling so empty.  

When he had come down after a few moments, Changbin took to fucking your walls once more with his thick fingers, not even caring that he had fucked his white warmth back into you at the same time. Meanwhile, he returned to rubbing of your sensitive flesh, trying to replace the feeling he had robbed you of. 

“Cum for me baby, cum for me.” 

On cue, you came in waves, shuddering over Changbin’s fingers slicked with his cum, just as your other friend released down your throat and the warm liquid painted your tongue. 

His blissful moans turned into light chuckles as he milked himself into your mouth, giving you every last drop. Changbin drove you further, overstimulating you to the point where your knees nearly gave out, and you had to beg him to slow. 

After each of your bodies collapsed weakly to the bed of blankets and rejected clothing, you drew the covers back up over yourselves, feeling the cold seep in once more. Both of your friends kissed perfect adoring kisses into your raw lips, tasting the both of themselves on your skin. While your thighs still stuck with your friend’s cum, it didn’t matter as much now that you had huddled up cozily into their arms. 

“Bin, you asshole!!” Hyunjin jested, and flicked the other boy’s forehead. “You fucking finished before you were supposed to!!” 

“What the hell was I supposed to do?? I’d already edged myself enough!!” 

“You could’ve tried!!” 

“Whatever, it felt fucking amazing, don’t blame me.” He added with a smug smirk, “You felt fucking amazing, y/n.” 

“Did it feel good for you too, y/n?” Hyunjin gingerly asked, falling right back to his soft and adorable composure that you knew well. 

“Like Bin said, it was fucking amazing.” 

“So we all agree then? We won’t forget that this happened?”

You gave Hyunjin a little nod to say yes, and your group of three hugged eachother even closer. You hadn’t noticed it, but at some point, Hyunjin’s music had turned off. 

“So, this means that we’re like, a thing now?” Changbin asked, playing with the drawstring to your hoodie. 

You peppered Hyunjin’s forehead with a tiny kiss. “I’d like to be.” 

He nuzzled into the crook of your neck and reached out for Changbin across the expanse. “Me too.” 

~🌹~

Bunch of (Ro)ses!

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Hello! I love your writing and I may have a prompt, if it strikes your fancy. I'm aware it might not be entirely lore-friendly a request, but I love relationship shenanigans in Obey Me, so I got to ask: how do you think Luci, Diavolo, Satan and Beel would help their anxious SO adjust when MC begins demonstrating mad prowess in witchcraft right after they first spend the night together? Sex, power and pacts seem to go hand-in-hand in related media, but no one really planned for it in their case!

Awww thankie and sorry for the long wait! I’m glad you like my writing! I hope you like this! It gave me big thirst lmaooo

Lucifer

Mmmm you smell of him in the morning. He positively oozes from your every pore. Rich and spicy, like amber and freshly turned earth.

Good. Let it be known to all that you were claimed. Thoroughly.

He put his daily routine on hold for you this morning. He was weak to your pouting.

He’ll stay in bed for a little bit to indulge you. But duty calls and work waits for no demon

Neither of you really pay attention to how hard you are clinging to him when he tries to extract himself to get dressed

You both just kind of chalk it up to neither of you want to part

The day goes on as usual for him, meetings, paperwork, meetings, punishing Mammon, meetings

But the whole time something was nagging at him. He just couldn’t put his finger on it. He just felt like he forgot something important

But that’s impossible-

The wall explodes out behind him cutting Lucifer off mid-sentence. The rubble and great ball of flames miss him and Diavolo by mere inches only because of the latter’s quick reflexes. “Are you alright my friend?” Diavolo asks golden eyes alight with surprise. Lucifer could feel the prince’s defensive magic prickling his skin in response to the pungent magic wafting out of the hole.

“Of course-” Lucifer steps back, straightening his jacket’s lapels, the near-miss ruffles his feathers. Both men step closer to the hole. His hackles raise.  The power emanating from the crater was far too familiar. Someone dares to use his magical signatures without permission.  Snarling into the abyss he marches forward. He ignores Diavolo’s calls to wait and strides through the hole. His wings flare up from his back along with his temper. He walks through each wave of magic that washes over him. With each destroyed wall he steps through more and more of his demonic form comes forth till he is more beast than man. Strolling through the final hole he stops. His red eyes sweep across the scene in front of him. As the seconds' tick by his mood morphs from rage to shock, then to a sense of blinding pride.  

“Well-” He crosses his arms and smirks. He turns his gaze to the epicenter of the damage.

“Luci, I am so so sorry.” You mutter aghast behind your fingers. “I-I don’t know what happened.” You were never the best student in any of the practical classes. The teachers made exceptions for you and your lack of magical prowess. In this class, the teacher always paired you up with Solomon or Luke so they could help you prepare the necessary spells and runes. But you felt so different today, stronger and sharper. Damn near unstoppable even. Just the thought of someone else doing your work made something deep inside you seethe. You didn’t need help, you’ve seen and heard the incantations a thousand times before- it wouldn’t hurt to try…Well, let’s rephrase that, it didn’t hurt you to try.

The classroom was totaled. Dust, rubble, and burning pages all float around you like a post-apocalyptic snowstorm. Soot from your uncontrolled spell blacked your clothes and skin, next to you Solomon stands rigid in shock white brows disappearing into his hairline. Quietly you lick your thumb and forefinger and put out the small blue flame singeing his bangs. “Thanks.” He spits out around a mouthful of ash and grit.

Lucifer coughs to draw all eyes back to him. He takes inventory of the room, making sure all the other students scattered about were still breathing. Satisfied he beckons to you with a finger. “Come.” You jump into motion, scrambling up and over the rubble to grab his outstretched hand.

“Lucifer.” He cuts you off.

“Not here,” He smiles warmly rubbing at some soot staining the tip of your nose. “Come let’s get you cleaned up.”

_____________

“Should I be worried?” You ask, stepping out of Lucifer’s private showers wrapped in one of his sinfully soft towels. “I’m not going to blow stuff up on a whim now, right?” You plop down on his bedroom’s couch. Lucifer hums noncommittally by his liquor cabinet.

“I doubt it. How do you feel?” He takes a seat beside you handing you a glass and grabbing your legs to drape them over his. You take a swig from the glass, the heat of the liquor getting rid of the lingering shock from class. How did you feel?

Your bones hum with some unknown energy and there was a fire coursing through your veins. “I feel like I could take on the world. Like I dominate half of the Devildom.” Lucifer’s smile was nothing short of smug.

“Good.” He sips his drink.

“Good?” You lean forward expectantly.

Lucifer strokes your cheek coming in to inhale your fresh scent. The commingling of his and your own was beyond arousing. “There is more than one way to seal and strengthen a pact, my beloved.” He pulls you into a chastened kiss, feeling your cheeks heat with a dawning realization of what he meant. “You have now given yourself to me in both body and soul. The- bonus perks were inevitable.” He parts from you, reaching for his glass.

“Will it go away?” You honestly didn’t know if you could handle any more curveballs down here.

Lucifer laughs swirling the dredges of his drink before downing it in one go. “Ideally no- but over time if it isn’t reinforced it will weaken and disappear on its own.”

“Reinforced?” The heat of your drink seems to dip lower down your body. Your demon scoffs giving you a knowing look.

He drags you onto his lap. “Are you truly satisfied with just a night with me αγαπούλα μου?” A gloved finger tugs at the hem of your towel. “If I had my way I would keep you full and drunk on my power for all eternity.” He captures you in a searing kiss draping you over the cushions of his couch, his eyes turning predatory. “Do not worry about the side effects.” He purrs caging you in. “We have all the time in the world to get you accustomed to them.”

Diavolo

He knew. This bitch knew before he ever got you in his bed-chamber. Just think of the entertainment value~

So when he sweeps you up into his quarters for the night day weekend, he just forgets to mention it to you

He is curious about how his magic will affect a human of celestial descent. Will it show up all at once? Or over a long period of time? He hopes that your blood doesn’t cancel out his claim on you

He watches you like a hawk for a while- and nothing…

Hmm. Perhaps it just didn’t take the first time? No matter, try-try-try again as the saying goes. He certainly doesn’t see you complaining

But as the week passes he slowly puts it on his backburner as his work begins to pile up again

You on the other hand are having a time. One day you are fine and dandy and the next you can read and write in languages you’ve never even heard of.

Then you started seeing some frankly crazy shit. Had the ghost at the house always been this active?

The last straw for you was accidentally freezing half of the house’s rose garden with a sneeze. To say you are panicked is an understatement

Frazzled you run to the only mage you could (kinda) trust

“It’s not funny!” You hiss frantically staring bewildered at your friend. Your look of panic just makes him laugh harder. “Stop seriously Solomon! Gods, what did I do?” You scrub at your face hard. If you made yet another freaking pact with a demon you were going to lose it. Seven idiots were enough for several lifetimes.

Solomon howls at this, drawing curious and rude looks from the surrounding tables of the tea house. You swat at his shoulder hissing like a cat. “Sorry- sorry” He hiccups. “Your turn of phrase was just so fitting.” He collects himself by taking a sip of his tea. “Tell me, what have you been doing of late?” He smirks around the rim of his cup.

You squint at him not getting it. His keen eyes drift down to land on the garden of purple and blue bruises littering your neck. You slap a hand over your hickeys. He smiles leaning over conspiratorially. “What’s it like to sleep with a God? The perks are amazing no?”  

You shook your head. “I-what perks?”

“Oh~ Loverboy didn’t warn you of certain side-effects?” The mage leans back in his chair. He was going to have a great time today. ___________

Unbelievable. You march up the walkway to the palace, your mind absolutely reeling. Did he know about this? Of course, he did-how could he not! Did he just forget? No- Diavolo was many things, smart, cunning, conniving, but never forgetful. You knew him well and knew he had to be on the lookout for “side effects” as Solomon put it.

Fine, two can play at this game.

“Ah! Mio Giglio! How are you?” Dia glances up from his mountainous amount of paperwork when you throw open his office door. He rises in one fluid motion to scoop you up in a tight hug. Now that you know what to look for, you hone into the way he holds you. His large hands run down your back and sides possessively, he clings to you rubbing his bulking frame on you like a cat marking you. He leans in close to rub the bridge of his strong nose up and down your clavicle and neck. You feel his hot breath on your skin when he exhales. How had you not noticed this?

“Good, and you?” You smile into the fabric of his shirt. Carefully you wrap your arms around his solid waist. You hug him lightly so as to not give away your little surprise.

“Better with you here.” He chuckles stepping back to return to his desk. You follow closely behind waiting for the perfect time to strike. “What have you been up to?” He asks innocently, going to sit back down. “I haven’t seen you in a few days.”

You hum nonchalantly coming up behind him to rub at his tense shoulders. “Nothing much.” He nods closing his eyes as your fingers dig into sore muscles. “Usual school week, made some new friends...Went shopping with Asmo and Luke this morning. Bought you some treats, hidden from Barbatos of course.” You drop a quick peck on his cheek. Diavolo smiles sinking lower into his chair. He hopped it was something with lemon or orange, they were in season now. Barbatos had been on the warpath with his sugar and carb intake of late. “Then I had tea with Solomon and he filled me in on some very interesting facts.” You kiss his hairline.

“Mmmm?”

You pull away from his warmth to come around to straddle his lap while he is distracted. He jerks at your sudden weight on his lap but relaxes almost immediately. He opens a golden eye, not even realizing he had closed them. Your demeanor shifts when his gaze is fully set on you, all sweet innocence gone. A cheshire grin spreads across your face. “Funny you should ask if I’m feeling ok. I have been feeling a bit off of late.”

Diavolo tenses. “Are you well?” He tries to reach for you, his arms coming off the armrests of his desk chair. You strike like a viper, your small hands wrap and lock around his thick wrists pinning them to the chair. His eyes bulge in shock. You watch coyly as his biceps bulge under his clothes. He tries to break free for a few minutes before settling back. “I see-”

Leaning in you brush your lips across his ears, heart racing with excitement. “You forgot to mention quite a few things, Dia.” The low purr he emits shakes both of you.

“My apologies.” He admits. “You know I love a good show. Shame I missed it.” He throws you a rogue smile. “Forgive me?”

You slide closer until you rested chest to chest, legs wrapping around his to pin him down further. His purr drops down an octave. Locking eyes with him you remove a hand from his wrist daring him to move. He doesn’t. You move slowly and deliberately resting your hand on his strong neck. His reaction was instantaneous. His pupils dilate, and the gold of his irises turn molten. You start to feel his magic seep out, you match it, giddy with excitement that you could. “Only if you work for it.” You smirk.

Diavolo nods readily, licking at his dry lips in anticipation. He was more than ready to atone.

Satan

He is a good noodle and has the decency to tell you what will happen beforehand

It’s only polite to give you a heads up before he breaks your headboard

You both are curious about how it will affect you. He at least is excited to teach you some practical magic

Plus the idea of you pranking Lucifer with magic? Sublime.

He smells it blossoming under your skin while you sleep.

It’s sharp and minty with a smoky finish. Then the power hits him like a brick to the face. He is in awe.

It’s like an electrifying feedback loop that just energizes and excites him and you feel it too. He’ll lose himself in you and your body again, hyped up on the headiness of it all.

Once he has *cough* cleared his head *cough* he takes you out to try out your newly found powers. He has so many things he wants to teach you.

Satan kneels beside you nodding his head in approval at your chalk markings. Your lines weren’t exactly steady, he could see how your hand shook as you copied his paperwork but you followed it dutifully. He finds your nervousness adorable as if he would let anything bad happen to you. At his go-ahead, you get to your feet. Turning your palms down towards your summoning circle you recite your spell and watch in amazement as your runes glow bright green underneath you. In a flash of blinding lights and smoke, you sense the pull of the creature emerging from your rune work. Delighted you look down at your handy work.

“Congratulations my darling, exceptionally done.” He grins proudly from his perch by his bookshelf.

You bend down and pick up the little critter. “What is it?” It looked like a blob of flan but firmer. Its squishy form shivers in your palm when you poked it. Its body giving way under your gentle poke. It was dark green but lightened to an electric green at its base. It was surprisingly warm.

You feel Satan coming up behind you to rest his chin on your shoulder. “It looks to be a lesser familiar, not bad for your first time summoning ever.” The jelly wiggles at his praise even though you couldn’t find any discernible features on its smooth little body. You turn it this way and that in your hand, even though it didn’t have eyes you could sense it was sizing you up to.

“What can it do?” You raise a brow at your companion. His arms circle your waist, his grin turning mischievous.

“Let's find out.”

________

Your lungs burn, each breath coming hard and sharp while you run. The sound of your pounding feet was swallowed up by the rush of foot traffic around you. Satan drags you behind him ushering you both around the throng of students. “Quickly!” He looks over his shoulder and flashes you a brilliant smile. “The further away from his office we are the less likely he could blame us.”

You laugh breathlessly along with him.

________

“What Belphie say?” You lean onto Satan’s shoulder to peek at his phone. The two of you sit, crowding in on each other's space underneath a desk in one of the unused classrooms.

“It’s glorious. Everything is covered. He says it looks like magic won’t remove it either!” He cackles showing you his screen. Belphie sent him a selfie. He is grinning devilishly from ear to ear throwing you both a peace sign through the screen. In the background, you could clearly see a very irate Lucifer. His face was red with fury and his clothes covered in green goo. His office was wrecked. Your little jelly did a number on it, you hadn’t expected it to expand as large as it did. Your familiar popping on the edge of Lucifer’s desk wasn’t intended either, but totally worth it. “Think you can summon another?” Satan asks, darkening his screen. You shake your head, whatever power you had earlier today had been drained after your little stunt.

Satan nods in understanding. “Shame- imagine what one of your jellies could do to Diavolo’s office.”

“Satan-”

He chuckles wrapping an arm around your back. He plants a loud kiss onto your forehead. “Alright-alright. Perhaps after a bit of a rest and recharge?”

You poke his leg playfully and laugh. “If you wanted to have sex again you could just ask.”  

He dips low and kisses you. “Well then- if you are up for another round of delinquency…”

Beelzebub

Sweet baby didn’t know-

Well, he knew about it. Lucifer had given everyone “the talk” about it a couple of millennia ago.

He never really thought about it before you because he didn’t sleep with humans often (Him so big, human so smol if he isn’t paying attention it could be...bad)

So when you drag him into your room he just doesn’t think about it. You are both so oblivious

He doesn’t think about the shift in your scent, your kisses were just as sweet as always. If there was a peppery aftertaste to your kiss he chalks it up to something you had for breakfast

He doesn’t think anything of it when you practically drag him from your bed to shower together before school

He doesn’t think about it when at lunch your appetite starts to rival his

He starts to think about it during P.E. when your dodge ball puts a demon down for the rest of class

He definitely notices when you pin him down to steal his sandwich during your picnic date

Now he’s freaking out, whether it's because you are showing inhuman strength or the fact that you stole his food who knows

You nab yet another one of his sandwiches and start munching away with a hum of happiness. “Hey, babe.” He rumbles beneath you. “You feeling alright?” He wraps his large hands around your waist. Your weight was warm and comfortable over his prone form. He had whisked you away for an afternoon picnic, something to spend more time with you alone. After last night he craved being around you more than anything. He had packed enough food for him in mind. But it looks like it wouldn’t be enough. Odd. Beel rests his head back on the thick blanket protecting you both from the slightly damp grass underneath.

“Hmm?” You swallow down a mouthful of ruben. “Yeah! Famished though.” You lean back on his strong hip and swipe your finger around your mouth to brush off some crumbs. You reach for the other half of his sandwich to devour but pauses when you catch Beel’s kicked puppy look. With a huff of amusement, you offer the other half to him letting him chomp down with a fanged smile in thanks.

He chews in silence, watching you pick up a bowl of fresh fruit. Hmmm… He runs his rough palms up and down your thighs and hips ignoring your squirming and giggles when he runs over the thin skin of your sides. He squeezes you lightly. Huh- Your muscles were firmer than this morning, now that he was looking closer he could see that your frame was a bit sturdier too. Still his perfectly lovable and squishy human but more solid around the edges. In a last-ditch effort to figure out what has changed, he reaches out for his pact mark.

He jerks forward, upsetting your position on his lap, causing you to tumble backward, fruit flying everywhere. “Beel!” You shriek. He shushes you, squeezing your cheeks between warm hands.

“I forgot.”

“You forgot?” You repeat. “What dessert? I’m pretty sure the fruit was part of it...but I mean. If you want grassy cantaloupe it’s all yours.” You eye the remains of the seasonal fruit laying around you and then at the basket. You were pretty sure you saw some pastries at the bottom of it too.

“We had sex.” He blurts out bluntly, and quite loudly.

Your face heats. “Yes, thank you for the reminder.” You push him off sitting up on your elbows. “Please, why don’t you yell it out for all the wildlife to hear too.”

Beelzebub shakes his head groaning. “No-I forgot to warn you about our pact.”

Ahh-oh. You eye him wearily. If he was stressing you were stressing, it wasn’t like him to get so bent out of shape. “Ok-is it, like bad?”  What were you going to die? That would be a big thing to just forget. “How about you fill me in big guy.” You listen enraptured while he jerkily explains how you have strengthened your bond exponentially without even realizing it. Magic, super strength, the appetite, all because you jumped his bones.

Nice.

It sounded so cool- but then overwhelming all at the same time. Was it permanent? What if you lost control and actually hurt someone for real.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t think about it-I just. You felt so good.” He wilts. “I should have been more careful- this is the first time I’ve done this.”

“Beel-”

“I swear.” He bulldozes over you. “I didn’t mean to keep this from you.”

You cut him off, combing your fingers through his hair soothingly. “I believe you, Beel.” You smile reassuringly. “It’s not like it’s gonna hurt me...right?”  He thinks about it for a minute then grunts, shaking his head. You grin brighter stretching out your arms. “And I get some cool powers right?”

He nods again. “For a bit yes.”

You get up off the ground excitedly. “Right then! You’ll show me the ropes right? I’ve never done anything magical before!” You look at your palms as if fire or sparks were going to fly out of them. Beel rises to his feet too.

“You sure? I doubt I will be as good of a mentor as Lucifer or even Belphie.” He looks around the large grove of trees and sprawling grassy acreage around you both. You both were far away from the populated areas of the mountain pass and town. He could practice with you freely and without worrying about damaging anything important. “Not the date I promised, but if you really want me to show you some stuff…” He offers you a shy smile. He did have a few cool tricks he could show you. You nod already rolling up your sleeves. Well- if this was what you really wanted then he would be glad to show you.  

[felswritingfire]

April Brain Rot #6

Prompts:

90. Violin

27. "Your heart is pounding."

Sebek Zigvolt x Reader

Summery: A ball between Royal Sword Academy and Night Raven College has one half fae in particular wound up- especially when he catches wind that someone is asking you for a dance.

TW: None

Word Count: 1,282

A note from Fel: This bastard (spoiler alert) gets not one but TWO fics to himself- what a little shit am I right? (I fucking love him, and so does my girlfriend and no, I will not shut the fuck up about her I love her- honey, if you're reading this I LOVE YOU- and she said that this was her favorite one so far so like *fist bump*). I hope you enjoy!

Sebek had been stealing glances at you all night. He would scold himself every time he caught himself doing it: drinking in the way the light hit your shoulders and the smile on your face as someone in your group made a particularly funny remark. He wanted this awfully… warm feeling in his chest to stop. Though, he’s been feeling that way every time you were in the room with him for a while now.

Maybe he was getting sick.

Or you poisoned him! He closes his eyes, nodding sagely to himself. That’s the only explanation. You were lying when you told him it was fine after he accidentally ate that bonbon you had made with Trey and now you were exacting your revenge-

“What’re you thinking about, Sebek?” Came Lilia’s remark as he floated behind the young man’s head.

Sebek almost let out the most pitiful screech, but bit his tongue to keep it inside (for surely he could not sully his Lord Malleus’ name with such a pathetic response! His Lord was actually here for once!). “N-” he cleared his throat, righting his posture before continuing- “Nothing, Lilia-senpai! Simply watching for any threats that could be awaiting the Young Master!”

Lilia giggles. “Oh, Sebek,” he pats his head. “I don’t think there’ll be anyone- or thing- gutsy enough to hurt our Malleus. So you should go enjoy yourself! Eat some food! Chat with friends!” The fae leans close to Sebek’s face, a sudden feeling of being overwhelmed pulses behind Sebek’s eyes as he watches Lilia’s pupils narrow into fine slits. “Or dance with a special little human before the nights up, hm?”

Sebek could feel the blush climb up his neck and ring in his ears. “I do not have a special human!” The sheer volume of his cry enough to have people around them wincing.

“Fine, fine,” Lilia said with a wave. The mischievous smile that quirked onto his face as he looks past Sebek has him dreading turning around. “So, that means you don’t mind some random boy from Royal Sword Academy whisking them away?”

“What?” Sebek could feel the blood boil under his skin as some- some- lowly male tried to ask you for a dance: holding his hand out to you with a slight bow and a gentle smile. Ace was letting out a series of high pitched ‘ooo’s!’ while Deuce was subtly trying to puff himself up behind you, crossing his arms to seem more intimidating. Grim was declaring how weird humans were while Jack and Epel were silently glowering at him, waiting for you to decide.

Hm, seems he overestimated how well that bunch could protect you. Before he knew it he was pushing through people to get to you and that boy, Lilia’s giggles following after him.

“Will you allow me this dance, beautiful stranger?”

You felt your cheeks flush a pink as the red head extended a hand to you, the very definition of princely. “I- you see, I’m waiting for someone to ask me so-”

“One dance wouldn’t hurt would it?”

“N-no-” you glanced at where Sebek had been standing only to see him gone, your heart clenching in an uncomfortably tight hold- “I suppose not.” You begin to put your hand in his when someone else catches yours, pulling you behind a broad back.

“You have no right-” You feel a shiver run down your spine at the growl, Ace and Deuce’s hands coming to pull you away from the two boys. Grim floats in front of you uneasily as Jack comes to shield you and Epel comes to hold your hand- “to touch them.”

“Pray tell, why not? This is a ball between Royal Sword and Night Raven to allow us to mingle together, is it not?”

“Maybe- but I will not allow someone so lowly to taint them.”

The red headed boy tilted his head, his gaze condescending as he crossed his arms over his chest. “And you think you’re worthy? Truly?”

Sebek straightened his back, his shoulders squaring, making him look impossibly big. “Yes.”

They glared at each other, despite the boy being up to Sebeks’ chin, he still kept his glare even with his. He opened his mouth to retort with a head of black and pink hair slipped in front of their view. “Hello!” Lilia said, his tone sing-songy as he flipped himself to float right side up. “You boys seem to be having fun!”

“I- Lilia- senpai, I don’t think we’re-”

Lilia hushed him with a finger before leaning over and nodding to you and the boys. “Why don’t you take our little (Y/N) for a dance, hm? I’m sure they’ve been waiting an awfully long time for you to do it.”

Sebek blinked, nodding and turning to you. Offering his arm as he asks: “would you allow me this dance?”

You note the blush that rests on his cheeks, a soft laugh leaving you as you put your hand on his arm. “Of course.” As he’s walking you to the center of the dance floor you look back at the boy and yell out: “I’ll dance with you later!”

Sebek bristles at that and you yelp as he almost lifts you off the ground as he sweeps you into his arms: one hand rests on the small of your back while the other holds one of your hands in a gentle grip. “I don’t want you near that boy, human.”

You feel a smile tug at your lips. “You know, I did promise him that I would dance with him later, right?”

“Yes, and I demand you revoke your promise.”

“Why?”

Sebek swayed the two of you back and forth, an annoyed sigh pushing past his lips. “He is a suspicious figure- I don’t trust him with the safety of the Young Masters friend.”

“That all?”

He huffs, pressing you closer to him. The sound of a soft tune being played on violins and a piano surrounds the two of you. It sounds like a song for lovers.

You rest your head against his chest, closing your eyes as the two of you swayed to your own rhythm. “Your heart is pounding.” You murmur.

“Well- that- I-” Sebek fumbled with his words, trying not to jostle you in his embarrassed and nervous twitches. “Don’t make fun of me, human.”

You laugh before saying: “I was waiting for you to ask me to dance.”

Sebek could feel his ears burn with a blush. “Why?”

You look up at him through your lashes before you huff and lean against his chest again. “You’re such a silly fae, you know that?”

“And what’s that supposed to mean, human?” His voice builds in volume, his eyebrows twitching into an annoyed ‘v’.

“It means your dense, my handsome knight. So very, very dense.”

“I am not dense.”

“So, you’re telling me that you’ve been picking up on my attraction towards you and haven’t done anything? Sebek Zigvolt, I would have never guessed you were someone to string people along. How cruel.”

You almost burst out laughing at the mortified look on his face. “I- I-” his pale cheeks flush a deep red as he fights to make a coherent sentence. “You like me?”

You nod, squeezing his hand. “More than you know.”

He nods once, twice- trying to fight the smile threatening to split across his face but his eyes gleam like shooting stars. “V-very good, human. You’ve chosen the perfect partner. Yes, I will do well to protect you and the Young Master from now on.”

You let out a laugh, the song ending, yet the two of you continued to sway. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

<The Next Chosen Character>

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