#yes I know he’s both more alive looking and still has red eyes shhh shhh

[savepointart]

Portrait Practice: Astarion

…and Halsin’s druid circlet and Gale’s earring

“I’ll help you find a way to walk in the sun again.”

shhh, they’re all gonna figure it out together

[demise-seems-dead]

@askingkyborg's main here to being you another emo chip mini fic! Spoilers for 33-36 and SHHH i know it doesnt make sense timeline wise because they go straight to the vampspire from town but shut up no they dont

this will be posted on ao3 when i fix my account btws!!

also also heavilyly implied OCD chip because yes <3

TW: Suicidal actions, ideation, etc. also minor disordered eating talk.

‘Care to spar with me, mon ami?” Chip looks up from the campfire at that point, maybe for the first time all day. His eyes focused up on Mathilde, the bird's eyes glinting softly. Of course, if Chip was honest with himself, that was a flat out no. Chip wasn't in the mood for being tactical, which is normally his thing. The only thing he wanted was for everyone to leave him alone. His brain has been on autopilot for the past two days and all he's done is sleep, eat and walk.

Chip isn't dumb. He knows mathilde is just trying to get him to do something, but what's even the point any more?

“Sure. I’ll spar, but we both know I'll lose.” The forced smile on his face wavers a bit.

Chip stands up, popping his back with a deep crackle. He sighs gingerly, and unlatches his arm blade. He knows I'd be smarter to use his crossbow if mathilde is going to fly, but it's not like he was intending to win. Chip is not a bad fighter, of course. No, he's actually quite good. It's just hard to think about when your mind is static and ocean foam.

Absently he loosens his neck, one of his habits that never ceased to leave him from years of assassin work. He always seems to have a crick in his neck, but it’s not really surprising. Chip had found himself in and out of jails, hostage situations, and attempted murder more times than he could shake a stick at. His body was a wheat maze of scars and old wounds, of torture and strain. But it was all part of the job, or at least that's the half assed excuse he gave himself.

The other part of Chip's fight ritual was coming into his surroundings. He followed mathildes movements in the clearing with lidded eyes, focusing in on the world for the first time since-...

Mathilde was moving cockily, as they almost always do. Slowly and elegant, feathers smoothed and freshly preened, it looks like. Chip raises his heels up off the ground, eyes narrowing in, trying to get lighter on his feet. His own body is different, and he feels less familiar with it. He's lost weight recently- not having eaten in a few days- too sick to his stomach from the previous weeks to even think about it. It wasn't a lot, but his shouldie hung off him in a different way. It made him wish he still had his D.A.G.A.R suit for training. His hand smelt like wild onions, and the rest of him like ash. He's been lighting the campfires with his tiefling abilities lately, instead of using his boy scout training from his childhood. Using that fire always drained him, but he can't help but be glad it helps him pass out at night rather than lie awake. He needed to sleep, to sleep, to dream and fight it off for a while. It's been his only time of peace for quite some time.

A few more seconds till the battle begins, mathilde is counting down, but he doesn't dare let the sound get into his ears. You focus on your target and your target alone when you fight. He’ll read their beaks movements for days instead of breaking his focus if he needs to.

Chip repositions, moving his left side forward. Not only is it the hand he's got his armblade on, but it helps hide his weak spot- the crossbow wounds still healing from the previous night. Barney had given him some healing in between, but in the night he'd gently picked at it. The red stains have always calmed him down, and on himself no different. Red meant alive still, red was the enemy, but red meant weakened and ready to die. To embrace the people they miss… so…so…bad.

Mathilde moves, battle begins. He knows they're saying something snarky but he's too tuned out to regard it. He's watching and commanding from third person, and that's just how he wants it. Bob down, weave right. Mathilde lands a firm noncorporeal blow to his face, and he gasps out a little, breaking part of his concentration. A smooth trickle of blood drips from a now busted lip, and chip can't help but smile.

The chipper killer. That's what people used to call him, back in the day. Always had a smile when he killed, made jokes and jabs. This was basically the same, just less lethal. A laugh busts through chips teeth, and he smiles. Mathilde obviously looks a little shocked by his reaction. 

Chip plants his left foot, pressing all of his weight on his toes and not his heels to keep him flighty. He takes a slash with his arm blade. His eyes shut, but fly back open in seconds. Mathilde has a sting of blood dripping from the cut over his chest, red plumage soaking even redder. Chip laughs, and he sounds wild. A snarky insult comes to his lips but he presses it down.He can't cause hesitation, you hesitate you die. He needs to get his target. 

Chips' eyes are blurry, and he can hardly make out the figure in front of him. He's used to shots in the dark though. The blurriness backs up, and a sneer falls into his face. Kill. His ears flicker down a bit, and he moves forward. The kill drive of his nature was seizing him, hands steady and brain calculated. A stab at the shadows, voice howling in his own skull. “DIE!” 

Blood was splattered onto his hands, and it didn't matter whos it was. There's shouting all around him. He wants his target dead. He wants everything to die. He wants to die-

“CHIIIPPP!” a high pitched squeak breaks his brain, and the haze fades. The dark shadows reform, and suddenly he sees mathilde, blood dripping down their front and hands in front of their face, not in cowardice but in preparation for attack. An attack from him. 

Chips eyes shoot down at ellga, who was the one who snapped him out of it. His arm blade glistened in the draining sun, wet blood still on it. He looks up at mathilde, and the bird gives a sympathetic look at the absolute horror streaked across Chip's face.

“Mathilde i am so-’ “Don't be sorry, we were sparing, you just got a little into it is all. im fine, barney can heal me right up-”

“Already on it” the old man blurts, but looks at Chip with a spike of fear that makes the tiefling want to dry heave. 

“I-I-”

Chip runs a hand through his hair, unable to talk. He knew his killing nature was catching back up to him with carol dying, but now he's going back to how he was. 

Chip stumbles a little, back into ellga. He jumps forward and turns, pulling his hands all the way away. Sweat beads down in a streak off his chin.

‘IM- i- I'm gonna go forage-!” Chip announces with his most normal smile, his fakest smile, and turns on his heel. Mathilde makes a noise like they're going to talk, but just sighs, and it wills Chip into walking even faster in the opposite direction. He stumbles his way down the hill, moving away from the patch of grass they'd been at and into the main town of vania. He bumps into every person there, and several ask him if hes alright from the blood on his hands and his face. They don't know him, they don't know he's a monster. They don't know he's a friend hurter, or that he's the reason his wife is dead. They don't know anything, so Chip doesn't say anything. He just walks.

By the time the sun starts setting, Chip doesn't even know where he is. Vania isn't huge by any stretch of the imagination, but chip is already lost enough in his own mind to know where exactly he is in this unfamiliar place. After a while, he settles, tucked behind a building and hidden, breathing heavily.

He stares at the blood on his hands, and he twitches. Chip has never been a messy killer. Blood makes his hands itch, too wet then too dry. Dirty and disgusting. As much as he hates the smell of bleach, he always uses it for crime scenes. Blood was too dirty. Filthy, nasty, and wrong. He's been nervously rubbing his hands for hours, the blood mainly off, but still feeling like it's on there. He rubs some more at it, and curses under his breath.

He hurt his friend. 

He's a bad omen. An omen of death.

He's killed hundreds.

He's a bad person. An omen of death.

He's the reason his wife is dead.

He's a bad husband. An omen of death.

He's the real problem.

A monster. An omen of death. 

Why does he even bother being ALIVE? 

Chip sighs, running a hand through his hair and then wincing. Now that's contaminated too. Everything about him is dirty and wrong. Tears threaten his eyes, pushing into the corners and making a soft noise as they roll over his cheeks.Days of lapsing suicidal urges and injuries have snapped him into a terrible, terrible place.  Softly he presses his forehead onto his knees, feeling the cool scared up skin over his hot face.

He's not sure how long he rests but his dreams are uncomfortable. Swirling memories of killings past. Bad bad memories. They never bothered him before, but now he knows what it's like to lose somebody. Now he knows how much of a monster he really is. 

He's only ever startled awake by voices. Mushing noises of high and low pitches. He opened his eyes, and they flooded over with brightness. He stifled a groan, headache and ready airdropping into his skull and ears ringing like a kenku scream. His eyes focus, and he sees several balls of gleaming light, and his party in front of them. 

“What is tarnation…?” he grumbles, and the light speckles vanish, the sun's last entrails covered by mathilde spreading their wings. His eyes go up to his team mates who are staring at him with worry in their eyes. He winces distantly, feeling a spike of guilt as he sees mathildes feathers pushed out of place and puffed up. 

‘Oh.. uh… hey guys..” He rubs the back of his now sore neck.

“Chip crétin! Je devrais avoir ton visage pour ça, pourquoi diable m'enfuirais-tu comme ça, Ellga était inquiète, Barney était inquiet, j'étais inquiet d'avoir crié à haute voix ! Ce n'est pas si mal, je vais bien, c'est bien!” mathilde scolds in panicked sounding French, grabbing Chip by the collar of his hoodie and yanking him up.

 Ellga huffs. “Why’d you run off? It's fine! You two were having fun! It was a play fight. It's not real! Mathildes is not dead- well, they are, but it's unrelated!”

“I-” chip sighs heavily, shutting his eyes a bit. “You're right. Sorry. I guess…” chip searches for the words in his head, scrambling to think of what to say. Tiredness flushes over him in a wave, and he lets out a sigh, throwing his hands up. He lets his head embrace the wall behind him, and his horns click on it. 

‘I'm just.. I'm just so..so..tired.” he gives. “I didn't mean to hurtcha’ mathilde, I just got lost in my own head. Guess my…killer ways are catching up with me…” “Well you’d never intentionally hurt any of us. You told me coming into town that you're a good assassin.” Barney tries to encourage, but chips heart falls. “Yeah, well…is there really such a thing?I'm still a murderer” he chokes, and his body tingles with the feeling of blood splats from past kills all surging up and bubbling under his purple skin.

“Nonsense. Words are all made up, mon ami. One isn't worse than another. An assassin is a profession, and a murderer is apparently a death sentence to ‘za living. It dos’ant matt’ar! Those titles don't dictate who you a’hre, the people who love you do. And I say you're perfectly fine. We all do bad t’ings sometimes.” Chip sighs at mathildes word, ever wise in their later later years. “I suppose.” he says, not at all convinced. Ellga frowns, and it makes Chip want to bury his head in the vanian dirt. She turns to the alchemist, who Chip had almost forgotten about.

“Mr alchemist, do you have any cures for sadness?” “Not…quite, ellga, but i have somethings that may help, if chip here is willing.” The room pauses, and all eyes form onto Chip. “Awh, what da heck..?”

“Give me your arm blade.”

“What?” Chip stares at Robert like he's crazy. “Just hand it to me.” Chip sighs, and unties the arm band to it and tosses it over to the alchemist, who catches deftly. He looks at it for a moment, and then tucks it into his bag.

“How's that supposed to help? That's my best stealth weapon.'' Chip finds himself grumbling.

“Exactly. That way if you try to hurt yourself, you don't have anything silent to do it with.”

“Oh.” He momentarily wants to fight off the claim, but the arrow wounds in his foot and his lower neck burn with a shot of pain to remind him. 

“Okay.”

“Besides that-” Robert continues momentarily, digging around in his bag, tophat sliding down his head, “I've got a potion I want you to try. It should help.”

He extends out a vial filled with a shimmering blue liquid. Chip extends a gloved hand, and takes it. He removes the cap with a pop, and tips it back. He drains the liquid in a quick motion, and wipes the corner of his mouth.

“I don't feel any different. I just feel really tired and useless, mainly.” He says, and his head flinches back at his own words. Robert smiles, and taps the vile.

“Truth telling serum. Now you can't hide anything from us.” he pats his shoulder as he chuckles.

Chip goes to scold, but realises everything would get turned on its head when he says it. 

Mathilde snickers. "There isn't any way to heal depression with a potion, but now our too clever rogue cant hide anything from us.”

“You guys are my favourite people.” chip sighs, exasperatedly. Ellga squeezes his hand.

“Come on, let's go to the vampspire. Maybe seeing my home will cheer you up.”

“Yeah… maybe it will.”

[cartooncadet666]

Spiral's Nightmare: Part 1

"Hello?"

A hallway with flickering lights was present, every time a light flickered, it granted glowing white ink spilling out of the walls. The young Pac was afraid to step forward into what the lamps were leading him to.

"Is anyone there? Hello..?" Finally having the confidence to step forward into the dark hallway, he scanned every wall, breathing shakily. He looked at the walls, and they felt like they were closing in.

Halfway into the hallway, a mirror had appeared on one of the walls, he saw his regular self inside, but when the light flickered, half of his face was black. He stood in shock and stared at himself, one half of his face covered in black, smoky ink, that same eye completely white, a snow-colored flame descending from the eye's aura.

"What the... W-What-" He reached up to touch the inky side, yet decided not to interfere with whatever appeared on his body. More lights flickered, and the mirror started cracking, a light misty fog fading on top of the glass.

Spiral started panicking, he didn't know where he was, did he wander off somewhere? What time was it? How long has he been gone?

"W-Where- Where am I- What's happening to m-"

"Shhh... Hush.. And shush child... You are alright... You are okay..." A tired, aquatic, yet soft voice awakened from the darkness. Whoever the being was, they had a very thick accent, but where he was, Spiral didn't know.

"WHO ARE YOU?! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME?! Where am I..?!" The white eye glowed and turned into a shade of rose red, the smoky ink flaming up in sparky ashes.

"Shhh... lower down your voice child... you don't want to awaken him..." The voice swifted around Spiral in quick paces, Spiral saw his presence when the mirror cracked and shook. The fog present on the mirror turned into frosty condensation, a horrible icy crackle accompanying the sudden change onto the glass.

"Where am I? Who are you, please tell me.."

"You're panicking.. calm down... he can smell fear..." The voice whispered among the air, various echoes flying in the air. Listening carefully to his surroundings, not knowing why, he felt two other presences beside the first voice he heard in this place, but they weren't normal, they didn't feel right, they didn't feel alive.

"Who's he?" The red Pac-Worlder quivered, the air felt cold, and damp, winds flowing back and forth in the hallway.

"The Emoti.." A younger voice said, they sounded like he was Spiral's exact age, only raspy and hoarse, they sounded like they were screaming for hours. "He cares for others' lives, he looks into your eyes, and knows when you aren't happy.."

"He lured you away, you play his games every single day Spiral. He did everything he could to make you not care, or her, or him. But after all he's done, he hates that you still loved him more." The third voice was softer than the first, quieter, shyer even. The voice was shaky, like if he was afraid or if he was crying.

Squeaky and obnoxious sounds were coming from the glass, someone behind the mirror was writing on the frost, making up six words: "Save your tears for another day.."

"So he wanted to leave this world, he tried joining us in this hellscape of a reality... He wanted to end his life..." All three voices whispered to him through the glass, 3 pairs of different eyes staring at him, they all seemed familiar in one way.

"..Who are you talking about...? Is he someone I know..?" Spiral asked.

"Yes child, he thinks you hate him.. I'm sorry..." The first voice's silhouette appeared in the mirror, a Pac-Worlder, hair sticking out wildly on the sides, a tall robotic hare staring down at Spiral, he couldn't see the Pac's face, the only arm the robot had was covering it completely, what was surprising was that both figures were missing one arm.

".. Can I at least know who he is? Please..?" Spiral's red eye swirled into a cool shade of blue, the sparking flames turning into droplets misting away.

"We can't say his name, Spiral, it's forbidden to speak an Emoti's name.." The second voice's silhouette appeared, it was a boy around Spiral's age, just as he expected. His eyes seemed blind, his hair was jet black as it faded into a dull red, it was pretty long for his own good, but blood was dripping down his head, and scars that represented electricity were all across his body. Two ripped bronze wings were visible on his back, and a broken halo was above his head.

"Would you prefer a hint..?" The young man in the mirror rushed forward to properly look at Spiral in the soul, scanning him for any hidden secrets. "Or would you like to see for yourself when you're too late to save him?"

Both boys stared at each other, until Spiral made a gaze that granted his decision. The fallen angel smiled a sad smile, softening his cold stare at the red Pac-Worlder.

"You must be desperate to save him, huh? That's what I like about you, her, and that Pac Pesk." The fallen angel winked at him, he just sent him a clue on who he was since he cannot reveal everything.

Spiral's eyes widened, was that the soul of who he thought he was?! He looked at the soul's hand, which reached up to touch the glass, series of dark shadowy magic forming around the mirror.

"Put your hand on mine, I can only show his body to you, but not what he'll do or what he's done." The soul smiled softly at him, without hesitation, Spiral slid his hand on the glass to meet the soul's scarred one.

The mirror cracked and shook more, the glass had a rippling vision masking over the soul before it finally faded and revealed who was the Emoti. Spiral's infected side flew up in bolts, his once blue dripping eye turning into an icy bolty dynamic.

The soul was no longer there, in fact, none of them were, what stood before him, hand on his own, was someone he didn't realize would ever be mentioned, someone who Spiral thought would never leave, someone who would never seem to have any suicidal thoughts. It was his best friend's bully, his friend's ex-boyfriend, his jerk who had put himself into danger more than once.

"Skeebo..?" Spiral spoke in both fear and shock, the white eye turning purple, little lavender sparks to fly above the infected side of Spiral. He saw dark shadows swift all over the body of his former classmate, showing stitches on his mouth, as if the place they were in didn't want him to speak.

Bloody tears started forming in Skeebo's eyes before they finally dripped down his cheeks, he started crying, but the sound was muffled due to his mouth being stitched shut. Skeebo reached up to his mouth and ripped the stitches off one by one, leaving bloody marks on his lips.

"Skeebs... Skeebs why would you-"

"I'm sorry.. I-I can't take it anymore... I- I'm sorry Spiral..." His eyes started to glitch, matching the darkness around them. "I can't TAKE IT! I hurt Pac, I hurt Sherri, I hurt Cyli, I hurt Pac-Opolis, I hurt YOU! I can't stay alive anymore, I won't! I can't! I hate myself! I want it to end!" The corrupted version of Skeebo was crying hysterically, he was stammering on his words, it was worse than Spiral thought, because he sounded honest about it...

"I-... I am just a STUPID, SELFISH, EGO-CENTRIC BULLY WHO SHOULDN'T F*CKING LIVE! I WANT TO LEAVE, JUST MAKE ME LEAVE!" Spiral watched as Skeebo fell to the ground and pulled his hair, tears finally falling down the hero's face.

"I'm sorry... just... please... don't save me.. I want to die Spiral... I'm sorry.." Skeebo gazed up, both of his eyes gone, replacing them was glitchy dark swirls, that was the last thing Spiral saw before he finally fell on the ground.

Spiral jolted up from his bed, a loud gasp escaping out of him, staying inside a cold sweat. He breathed in and out heavily, tears from the nightmare still flowing down his face. It was still dark, he looked at the clock next to him.

'2:54'

He stared down at his blanket and hugged himself, still shaking from the current amount of events. He tried breathing to calm himself down, but the memory of Skeebo's words repeated in his mind, making it more difficult to relax his system.

"Spiral? Are you okay?" Pac yawned, it seems that Spiral's outburst woke the yellow one up from his slumber. "What happened?"

The red Pac-Worlder stayed silent for a while, "Nothing bud, just a bad dream that's all.." He lied, he felt terrible and it definitely was something. He could tell Pac didn't really believe him, but he played it off for now.

"Alright... get some sleep okay? You'll feel better in the morning..." That was what Pac said before drifting back to sleep.

"Okay..." In order to not wake up his friend again, he sat there on his bed and cried softly, keeping those memories inside was making him break, so he let it out, letting all the tears fall down his face as he now worried for Skeebo's safety. He remembered the words, 'Save your tears for another day' he couldn't, the nightmare he had, it will never make him save his tears.

He's never going to save them, he would prefer to mourn on his bed worrying for his classmate then ever listen to those cruel words....

[jinx-jade]

To choose her fate: Chapter 1

Any comments left on this fic will affect how the story progresses. Marinette will essentially be able to 'read' all of the comments and use that knowledge to her advantage.

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Marinette gasped for air as she woke up to her school alarm.

“Breath Marinette. It’s ok. You can breathe. You’re alive. It’s ok.” Tikki said calmingly, far too used to her chosen waking up like this.

Marinette took another gasp of air, “T-Tik… Tikki…. It’s…. It’s getting worse…. I…. I can’t,”

“Shhh, it’s okay, Kitten. Listen to Sugar Cube. Breath.” Plagg instructed, flying up to her from where he had been previously, settling onto Marinette’s head, ribbing little circles with his paws.

Tikki flew forward, wiping the tears from her chosen’s eyes.

Marinette did as Plagg and Tikki instructed, taking a few more, be it a little shaky, breathes.

“There we go, kittens. Why don’t you go shower, that always makes you feel a little better.” Plagg suggests.

“We’ll bring your clothes to you before you’re done with your shower so don’t worry about picking out an outfit.

Marinette nodded her head numbly as she got out of bed and entered her bathroom.

“Mistress Marinette is correct. She seems to be getting worse.” Kaalki states.

Tikki let out a tired sigh, “I know, but what can we do about it? Everything has a price and the price for bringing back all those people after Akuma attacks is that our Guardian has to relive their deaths while she is in any kind of unconscious state.” The ladybug kwami reminds them as she begins looking through her chosen's closet for a ‘last day of school’ outfit.

“Yes, we know Tikki, and trust me when I say we are just as upset about it, but the point of this balance is to drive people mad, essentially the same effect of those Lazerus pits, but our guardian is too strong to break. Our guardian had walked through every hell imaginable and yet she remains, so why can’t we bend the rules a little?” Trixx purposes.

Tikki let out a hum in thought before showing the outfit she has picked out to her fellow kwami, each of them giving their agreements, and critiques for the outfit.

“What do you want to do then, Trixx?” Tikki questioned as she picked out accessories.

“Nothing big, just, let the kit know a few things… outside of our realm,” Trixx said with a shrug, as if it was no big deal.

“Are you suggesting we let our guardian break this world’s walls?” Wayzz questioned.

“Yup!” Trixx cheered both to answer Wayzz’s question and to the finished outfit, Tikki had created.

“I think it’s a great idea.” Fluff said, speaking in agreement with the fox kwami.

That made all of the kwamis pause to think.

If Fluff, the kwami of last chance, was saying they thought it was a good idea, who were they to argue.

“We do it tonight,” Tikki informed them with a sharp nod of her head, before bringing her chosen’s clothing to her.

Marinette walked out of the bathroom dressed in black leggings, a red off-the-shoulder peasant blouse, a gold underbust corset, and black combat boots. Her hair was pulled into two French braids with red ribbons woven in, instead of her normal twin tails.

She looked better after calming down and letting the hot steamy air into her lungs, the color has returned to her skin.

“Lady Marinette, I wish to travel with you today.” Longg states flying forward with his miraculi.

“I too, Miss!” Roarr claims, following Longg’s lead as he flies forward presenting his miraculi as well.

“Are you sure?” Marinette questioned as she extended her hands out for the two kwamis.

“It would be my honor,” Longg claimed with a bow of his head.

“Of course, Miss. I wouldn’t have said anything if I didn’t wish to.” Roarr informs her.

Marinette nodded her head before taking the two jewelry pieces, the kwamis leaving her hands as she placed the panjas bracelet around her wrist, slipping her fingers into each of the five attached rings. Once the tiger miraculi was succored Marinette clasped the black choker, dragon miraculi, around her neck.

The kwamis each have their cheers and compliments to give, causing Marinette to smile.

“Go now guardian, you will be late otherwise.” Sass reminded her.

“Right, thanks! Bye Guys!” Marinette cheered as she grabbed her backpack, today's kwamis flying into her bag to hide.

Marinette left the bakery, easily slipping out without her Aunt and Uncle realizing it, beginning her usual weekday walk to school.

Marinette cleared her head, letting a neutral expression grace her facial features.

The young guardian walked to the top of the stairs, finding her friend already waiting for her.

Felix gave a nod of his head, handing her one of his coffee-to-go cups. Marinette nodded her head at him in both thanks for the coffee and greeting for the day.

Kagami gave a similar silent greeting in the form of a small bow of her head, which Marinette returned before they began their walk to class.

If someone had told Marinette four years ago that she would be dubbed the Ice Queen of Paris, she would have been horrified.

Marinette never would have thought that she would become a part of the unofficial Ice Court as the Ice Queen of Paris, with Felix Graham de Vaneliy the Ice King of London, and Kagami Tsurugi the Ice Queen of Tokyo.

The bluenette walks with perfect posture as she heads to class with her friends, ignoring the whispers of the other students.

The Ice Court walked past Miss Bustier’s classroom, which was far too loud to be appropriate for a class let alone at school, and into Miss Mendeleiev’s classroom.

Marinette could already tell that today was going to be a long day.

Making eye contact with Felix and Kagami she can see them silently agree with her, not a single word needing to be spoken between them.

Kagami turned on her tablet, starting today's classwork even though they still had five or six minutes till the first bell rang.

Felix took out a classic novel that he has probably already read and memorized and began to read it.

Inwardly letting out a sigh, Marinette took out one of her sketchbooks and began to draw out a silhouette.

The kwamis couldn’t help but think to themselves that today was going to be a long, boring day, but after tonight, things were going to become a lot more interesting.

[thatshithurted8]

Hurricane Season

Summary: Despite being awoken during the early hours of the morning JJ makes sure to comfort reader when she needs him most.

Prompt 32: “You come into my room at 4am just to cuddle?” Requested by @somekindofsapphic  

Warnings: Mention of hurricanes, storms and death.

Word Count: 1.9k

Every time a hurricane was predicted to make land fall in the Outer Banks you found yourself taking refuge at the Chateau with John B, JJ and your dog, Coast. Kiara and Pope would always help you guys prepare with getting food and boarding up the house, but they would always go back to their houses where they would embrace the storm with their parents. 

JJ on the other hand despised going home so much that he wouldn’t want to be there even if it meant he was protected from a hurricane. Unlike Pope and Kiara’s parents though, JJ’s dad couldn’t give a flying fuck about JJ’s whereabouts and you all felt for him because of that. But that’s where your mom differed from the rest of your friends parents. 

Your mom cared and loved you deeply, but she was a nurse at the local hospital so she had to be there when first responders got there after the storm. With that being said she knew how scared you were of storms and hurricanes in specific. 

So you found yourself engulfed in darkness on the pull out couch in John B’s living room, with Coast laying at your feet. You could hear the storm brewing outside, the wind actually just started to pick up within the past hour or so, waking you up from your already reckless slumber. 

You listen as the wind gets louder and louder and the sound of the heavy rain hitting against the outside of the chateau becomes deafening.

You were already focused on controlling your breathing, but you could feel the panic wash over you. Like you, Coast was also awake and she sensed your discomfort so she gets up, stretches and lays down beside you. 

Appreciatively you pet your brown furred dog and pull her closer to your side for comfort. Luckily enough for you Coast wasn’t scared of storms, in fact she wasn’t phased by them at all she just hated the fact that she couldn’t go outside to pee. If she was afraid of them you don’t know what you would do since you would have to comfort not only yourself, but her as well. 

After a few minutes of distracting yourself with petting Coast the power goes out, leaving you in complete darkness. You let out a whimper as you feel around for your phone on the side table. Once you find it you check the time and see that it was 4:03am. You wondered if JJ or John B were awake as well. Surely they’ve woken up to the loud storm outside. 

You set your phone back down, not wanting to drain the battery considering you didn’t know when the next time you would have power. Coast nudges your hand with her snout, signalling that she wanted you to continue petting her. While you scratch Coast’s head a battle went on in yours. 

You were debating on going to see if JJ was awake or not. Your anxiety was starting to get the best of you and you could feel the panic attack slowly taking over your body. 

Taking deep breaths you try to convince yourself that you were okay and it’s not fair to JJ to intrude on his slumber just because you were scared. However, as much as you wanted your pep talk and convincing to work, it didn’t. Suddenly, something that sounded like a tree falling, crashes onto the ground outside, causing both you and Coast to jump in your spot. 

“Fuck this.” You mutter to yourself, quickly getting up with Coast following behind you. 

JJ stirs around in what used to be Big John’s bed when something outside falls down. Everyone knew that JJ Maybank was a heavy sleeper and could sleep through anything. Although as you open the door to the bedroom causing the wood to squeal against the hinges the blonde stirs around again and ultimately wakes up. It was like his body sensed that you were in his presence and he didn’t want to embarrass himself around you by drooling or something. After all, he has had a giant ass crush on you for as long as he could remember. 

“JJ.” You call out whispering while walking slowly over to the bed with your hands out to find it. 

“Mhmm?” JJ asks rubbing his eyes, trying to locate you in the dark room. 

“I’m really scared can I sleep with you?” You ask however JJ only hears the part where you ask to sleep with him. 

“What time is it?” He asks, ignoring your question. 

“Four.” 

He leans up on one arm and lifts his eyebrow. “You come into my room at 4am just to cuddle?” He asks with a sly smile on his face. 

You stand there biting the inside of your cheek as rain continues to pour down against the chateau. “Well since I’m scared wouldn’t that be part of the deal?” 

“Wait what?” JJ asks sitting up, realizing he must’ve heard you wrong when you first came in. 

“The storm is making me scared and anxious so can I sleep with you?” JJ didn’t even realize that Hurricane Agatha has started her wrath against the Outer Banks until you mentioned it.

For most guys a girl coming into their room at four in the morning because they were scared would make them groan and fall back to sleep. But for JJ he could feel his cheeks flushing at the idea of you coming to him for comfort. Even though he didn’t want you to be scared or upset he couldn’t stop his heart beat from increasing at your simple question. It also made him feel good that someone was coming to him for safety and security. He has always acted like your personal security blanket, always protecting you from things, but it made the butterflies in JJ’s stomach flutter every time you came to him. 

Just as JJ was about to utter out a sleepy ‘yes, of course’ a loud rumble of thunder basically shakes the chateau causing you to jump into the bed with the blue eyed boy. He chuckles at your response to the loud noise and moves over a bit to give you more room before wrapping an arm around you. 

Once JJ looked at your face though he realized it was no laughing matter. From what he could see in the darkly lit room you were scared. 

“Hey it’s okay.” He says softly while bringing you close to his chest. In return you wrap your arms around his slender waist, finally allowing yourself to let your emotions out. 

Coast jumps onto the bed to see if you were okay as you start to whimper and cry into JJ’s chest. “Shhh it’s going to be okay. It’s just some bad weather and everything will fine soon.” JJ coos, resting his large hand on the back of your head and rubbing his thumb softly against your hair. 

JJ knew how scared you were of storms and hurricanes. At times he’s almost certain you have a phobia of them. It made sense for them to make you scared though, after all they were linked to the first traumatic event you’ve ever experienced. 

In 2011 hurricane Irene made land fall in OBX and the destruction was devastating. However, the destruction you saw outside wasn’t as close to the destruction hurricane Irene caused to your life. You remember vividly watching your dad leave your small house in the cut, blowing kisses to you and your mom standing on the porch before he left for work. He was a first responder and that was the last time you ever saw him alive. One storm derailed your entire life even at a young age. 

Your parents were already struggling financially to begin with, since the only source of income your family received was from your dad. Your mom was in school to become a surgeon and you guys were drowning in student debt because of it. However, it was going to be all worth it when your mom finally got her dream job, but that never happened. Once your dad died your mom dropped out of school and settled to be a nurse instead, which was still a good job however, it was still a horrible time in your life. 

As your panic attack takes full strength hiccups and coughs fall out of your mouth. It felt like the dark room was shrinking as your chest contracted and windpipe tightened. “I can’t breathe.” You gasp out while you push yourself away from the boy that loved you more than life itself. Your hand reached up towards your throat and you start to scratch at the delicate skin as if to make a hole so you could finally breathe.

JJ has been your closest friend since you could remember and he knows you like the back of his hand. With that being said he’s been there with you for countless of panic attacks. 

The blonde quickly sits up, disturbing Coast who just laid down at the end of the bed. He grabs your hand with his and brings it down to your side as he hovered over top of you. Your chest continued to heave up and down with tears streaming down your face. 

“Y/N look at me.” JJ says concerned, starring down into your red eyes. You listen to what your best friend had to say and made eye contact with him, but your panic attack continued. 

“Take a deep breath. Follow me.” He says taking a deep breath through his nose then letting it out of his mouth. You repeat what JJ does to the best of your ability, causing JJ to nod his head in encouragement. Not long after, your panic attack finally subsided and you were reeling from trauma you just faced physically and mentally. 

JJ moves the hair that was sticking to your face and drying tears before placing the blanket over top of you and lying down himself. “Thank you J.” You softly mumble out. 

“I’m always here for you.” The blonde simply says then places a kiss on the back of your head. He wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you closer when he hears the wind outside to continue to whip and whirl, but you were too scared and mentally drained to react to the sounds you hated. 

After a few moments of neither of you saying anything JJ decides to speak up, not knowing if you were awake or not. “Y/N?” 

“Yea J?” 

“I know storms and hurricanes bring back bad memories for you, but have you ever thought about it in a different perspective?” 

“What do you mean?” You ask pulling yourself closer to JJ’s chest when you hear a loud crack come from outside. Another tree just became another victim of hurricane Agatha. 

“Like what if when ever there’s storms and they get bad just try to think that it’s your dad saying hi to you or blowing kisses to you from where ever he is.” 

JJ wasn’t the type of person to talk about deep and personal stuff, but when it came to you he was an open book and vice versa for you. Although, since JJ was so used to being closed off in that sense he didn’t give the best advice, but what he just said was perfect. 

You’ve never thought about storms in that light, you would only associate them with negative experiences and emotions, but JJ’s simple sentence gave a whole new meaning and positive light to them. Of course his statement wasn’t going to get rid of your fear of storms, but it was a start. 

And in that moment you were so grateful for the blonde and blue eyed boy, more than he would ever know. 

-

Question of the day: Whats your biggest fear?

[izur-x]

Determination

Pairing ~ nagito/reader

Genre + warning ~ angst, death, gore, blood, also. Spoiler for nagito free time, SPOILER FOR THE WHOLE GAME!! A little bit of hajime/reader and izuru/reader :>

Summary ~ Nagito couldn't help it, and you just snap by him saying that he a trash, and his luck with effected you, even though, it's been three years of relationship.

Note's ~ i need angst, I'm an angst based person, so yeah, and i don't think my angst is good anymore, also a little crack fic, and this is going to be a long one shot..

"s/o...I already told you! You will never know when-"

"we've been in three years relationship, nagito! Your luck didn't affect me! You should stop worrying about this!" You bit bottom for your lips, glaring at him. Your eyes became watery, you wanted to cry.

"you'll never understand how I feel when they died in front of me! Losing someone that I love, that I care about. I don't want that to happen again!"

"nagito! We've been through that together! Are you forget about that?!"

He flinches and back away a little, he made a mistake. A big mistake.

"s-s/o— i-i—" "forget about this. I'm sick of this, we've been fighting for one and a half hours, and I'm done, you win, nagito komaeda." Nagito back away little by little again and collapse to the ground.

"you're using my full name..."

"i know"

"you...must be real mad at me."

"mhm"

Nagito eyes widened and he realizes that his tears are dropping, nagito quickly wipe them away and get up, not looking at you.

Everybody that hearing this fight between you and nagito seems....guilty and sad, even hiyoko and fuyuhiko. "Hey, what should we do?" Chiaki begins to whisper.

"we..should leave them alone, for now. And check both of them tomorrow." Hajime glances back at you two, "let's go." And then everybody leaves.

"they eavesdropping on us, didn't they." He sighs, "unfortunately, yes." Nagito still didn't look at you. You tighten your fist and clench your jaw.

"i. I'm sorry.." "you don't need to say sorry, komaeda." He flinches, nagito felt his heart slowly losing apart, "maybe the last hug would be great.." you said to him, looking at the ground with arms open, waiting for him to hug you.

He hugs you tightly, securing you in place, not letting you go. He got distracted by you saying that.

In the next two days, things getting worse...

You and nagito ignoring each other, at breakfast, whenever you see each other while walking exploring the island, everything. Nagito only eat a bit and head out, Hajime we're concern so he asks him, and nagito said "oh, I'm not hungry, and you shouldn't worry about me."

His self-degrading becomes worse. Also, you rarely see Nagito outside.

The two days were hell for you both.

And then this happens on the third day.

"why are we gather around again?" You ask.

"well, the future foundation needed us to help them." Hajime explains "we will be fighting the remaining of monokuma's, and make the city better again." Hiyoko whines "ugghhh, that would be a lot of woorrkkkss!" "But, we have to help them, for what they do to us, for what they've done to return us to hope instead of despair." "Ugh, now you bring that! Fine!" Hiyoko murmurs something.

We wait until the boats arrived, and it this, not long enough. As we got into the boat, three people were waiting for us, it was Makoto naegi, kyoko kirigiri, and Byakuya togami.

"Welcome back, seniors!"

We all smiled at them, Makoto and Hajime shaking hands, "we ready to risk our lives." "Oh no, we don't hope you guys to die! I'm sure you guys will do great, we already prepare the gun, come!"

We follow Makoto to the inside of the boat. "W-Woah...." We were all amazed by so many weapons. Gun, ak-47, flamethrowers, grenades, dynamite, swords, and many more.

As everyone selects their weapon, this one weapon got my interest. A scythe. A red one, I pick it 'it's not heavy as it looks..nice.' "oh! (L/n), great choice!" I jumped a little, "oh, thanks, naegi." I awkwardly laugh.

As I observe the scythe, I feel two— I mean four pairs of eyes looking at me, I shrug the feelings away and continue to observe.

"you guys already pick yourself weapons right? Let's train a little so it's doesn't you!" Everyone agrees and follows Makoto, again.

We train a little, yes. A little. Mikan constantly trips. Ibuki almost shot Akane. Teruteru... I don't want to talk about it. Hiyoko accidentally burns her kimonos. Chaos. Also, Hajime spilled his orange juice.

We take a break from the train, give ourselves a drink, I decided to talk to Hajime, "yo Hajime, how was training?" "It was chaos..." "Meh, I said it was normal."

"so..." "How was a thing? Is Kamakura there? I'm curious." "It was great, about that..." Hajime looks around and grabs my hands "come." I got drag by Hajime.

"hey Hajime, what's wrong?" I catch up and walking beside him, as I look into his eyes, it was completely red. I stayed silent after seeing that, Hajime or Kamakura continue to drag me and pin me into the wall.

"what was that for!" His index fingers place into my lips "shhh...you don't want anyone to hear us, right?" Deep voice, that must be— "Kamakura?"

"yes." "Um, you don't have to drag me here so that you could talk to me.." he sighs "I don't want to face them, yet." I tilted my head a little bit, "it is because of the killing game? But it's already over—" "I know it's already over, but their trauma. I don't want them to remember that."

'Woah, Kamakura cares about the other?', "so." I hummed and look at him "how were you and komaeda? Still fighting?" I look away to the ground "we...broke up." Hajime/Kamakura let out an 'oh'.

"That was unfortunate. Ahem, we should head back now, let—" I don't know what I was thinking, I hugged him without any thoughts. "(L/n)?" "Ah! Sorry." I back away "yes, let's go."

As we head back and everyone was waiting "hey! Where were you two?" "Talking." We both answered at the same time "ahem, we almost there, prepare for the battle, I will explain to you where is the headquarters, also your position."

Byakuya explained to us everything, Mikan will be the healer, Sonia and hiyoko protect mikan, teruteru will throw the grenade and dynamite. "Unit one will be....."

"nidai, owari, (l/n), and tanaka, unit two will be: pekoyama, kuzuryuu, hinata, unit three will be: imposter, mioda, hanamura, komaeda, souda. This unit will be fighting"

As we drop off from the boat, "senior!! We wish you luck!! Don't die okay!!" We wave at them and begin our battle.

We encountered the monobots, it wasn't a lot, we managed to fight them, no one is injured until we got into the middle of the town.

We've been a trap, a lot of monobots around us, back, front, left, and right. "Everyone! Prepare yourself! Sonia, hiyoko! Protect mikan! And everyone else pleases circle! And prepare for the sixth battle!" As I ordered them.

Everyone got into the place, and the battle begins.

Now.

The never-ending battle. Some of us got injured, nothing bad until...

"damn it! These monobots must be a lot in here, I think we have to find a hiding spot and heal." I couldn't focus at the time, I heard someone screaming my name when I look back, it was nagito, screaming my name, "(Y/N)! BEHIND YOU!" "Eh?"

Everyone's attention shifted to me, as I look back, a monobots charge a laser beam towards me.

It was too late for them to save me.

The laser hit my stomach. I heard everyone screaming, screaming my name, my eyes were widened, my mouth wanted to say something, but couldn't.

I felt someone lift me, as I look who it is, it was nagito, crying. "Please stay. (Y/n)! You have to live! Don't l-leave me!" He begging me to stay longer... Suddenly the monobots seem off...they don't attack us, they just stay in place, not moving.

"UWAHHW (Y-Y/N), DON'T DIE." Mikan begins to treat my wound, even tho it was a waste of time. I cough up blood."nagito, listen to me..." I lift my right hand, to touch his cheeks, but I don't have too much energy.

So he grabs my hands and places them into his cheeks, everyone watch this cried, in horror, blame themselves, "no matter what happens to me, no matter what we've been through together, don't blame yourself nagito..." More tears fallings.

"I don't have too much time in here...and everyone, nagito, please stay alive for the sake of our next generation of hope and future, love you guys..." I softly smiled. "Don't forget, from the bottom of my heart..." "I truly in love with the determination that sleeps inside you...and yes I stole nagito line! Hahaha...."

"Why are you smiling like this is nothing..." Hajime- no. Kamakura said it, he walked to me and crouch. "You're an idiot." "I am." I look at nagito one last time, wiping his tears away, "now...don't look so sad. I don't want that, please smile."

Everyone forced smile, I traced nagito lips and pull him closer. "Stay alive, okay my hope?" And kiss him, a final kiss. A goodbye kiss.

And I let out my last breath. With that, I sacrifice myself. This is our last battle, the beginning of the new generation has just begun.

Side note ~ hm......did you cried? No? Alright.

[official-weasley]

Dealing with Everything - (The Irreplaceable Charlie Weasley AU)

Warnings: grief with a wholesome ending 💙

Word count: 3,508

Characters: Charlie Weasley and my OC Nova from TICW which you can find here

Nova

“Mum, I don't know how to thank you enough for staying with us this past month.” I placed two cups on the kitchen table and gestured for my mum to join me.

“No need to thank me. You both lost loved ones in the battle, you need time to process everything and recover.” Mum stood up, careful not to wake Aoede who was peacefully sleeping on the sofa.

“Mhm.” I hummed and sat down as my mum joined me.

“I know I ask you every day but how are you? And please try saying something else than you being fine. Aoede is sleeping so you have no excuse not to talk about your feelings.”

“Honestly, I don't know how to deal with it.” I felt tears gathering in my eyes. “I never thought I would have to attend a funeral of one of my closest friends while we're still in our twenties. And then seeing Charlie so down, not being his cheerful self, sleeping most of the time and eating a meal per day and even that has to be forced. And then there's her,” I nodded to where Aoede was sleeping, “it is so unfair to her for her parents being so absent. She deserves all the love and attention and I know she misses spending time with her dad and I...” I took a deep breath. “...I just force a smile and hug her as much as I can but it's not fair to her. I just...I can't help it, mum, I...”

“Shhh.” Mum pulled me in a hug as tears started running down my face. “It's okay, sweetheart. It's reasonable for you to feel this way and trust me, Aoede is too young to notice that you are hiding your emotions. I have been with you every day since you came back and you are doing great with her.”

“Really?” I sniffed.

“You will have enough time to love her as you think she deserves to be loved and I admire you for being so strong and laughing and having a good time with her.” Mum bestowed me with a small smile.

“She's the only thing that makes me smile every day.”

“Give it time, sweetheart. You will heal.” She brushed her fingers through my hair.

“I know. It's just...it's so hard. I can't even explain what happened to me when I saw Nymphadora like that and then all those thoughts about Teddy losing both his parents and thinking that the same thing could happen to Aoede, it completely destroyed me.” I buried my face in my hands.

“She was one of your best friends, Nova. It's only natural.” Mum tried calming me down.

“And the worst part is is that it wasn't as painful when dad died and I feel so guilty for that.”

I bit my tongue when I said that. I didn't mean to ever say it out loud, especially not in front of mum but it has been eating me alive.

“Nova, you were 14 when you lost your dad. We process death in a different way at that age and you said it yourself that now looking back you would react differently than you did and you didn't lose anyone else close to you until now and you're 25 years old now. You see things differently. You said you cried your eyes out and 5 minutes after that you went to find Harry to see how he was doing while you were falling apart yourself. When your dad died you didn't even know how you got to the Burrow that's how wrapped up in your grief you were.”

“I guess,” I shrugged my shoulders, “we were never close but I had this need to tell him that everything will be okay.”

“You have that after your dad.” Mum smiled at me. “He also put others first no matter how down he was.”

“Well, I have to be strong for my daughter and I have to be there for Charlie. Yes, losing Tonks has been hard and I know I won't be over it any time soon but Charlie lost a brother and I feel so helpless.” A new set of tears ran down my cheeks, me looking at the stairs that lead to the upper floor.

“I know how grateful you were when Charlie was by your side when your dad passed away, just remember what he did back then. You two are so similar and nobody knows him as you do. I am sure you will find a way to comfort him.”

“I will think of something,” I said absentmindedly.

“And while you do, I will be here for you both and help you around the house and with your beautiful baby girl.”

“Thank you, mum.” I sniffed and she pulled me into a tight hug.

“I told you to stop thanking me. Now that the war is over and I can retire, I can finally make up for all the lost time that I couldn't spend with you.” She smiled at me.

“Well, we love having you around and we have more than enough room so you are welcome to stay for as long as you want to.”

“Does Charlie still have nightmares?” Mum whispered after a minute.

“Yeah, he wakes up at least once per night. It's either Fred or Tonks.” I said, not even trying to hide the concern in my voice.

Ever since we came back Charlie has been having nightmares every night about his brother and our friend being killed or in a situation where he couldn't help them. Even if he denies it, I know he is trying to blame himself for what happened. Perhaps not so much for Tonks as for Fred, but the guilt is there.

“Can you watch over Aoede so I can go and check on Charlie? Perhaps I'll have more luck getting him downstairs for lunch for a change.” I said after a few minutes of us both sipping our tea in silence.

“Of course.”

“Char.” I gently knocked on the door of our bedroom.

“I'm awake.” I heard him say in a husky voice.

“Hi.” I smiled at him, happy to see him sit on the bed instead of lay in it. “What are you doing?”

“I am going through the family album.” He tapped on the bed for me to sit next to him.

I sat down and he turned the pages to get back at the beginning.

“Look, it's me and Bill when we were 3 and 5.” Charlie gave out a small chuckle.

“You two had the same haircut?” I giggled.

Arthur gave him the photo album when we moved to Romania and every time Charlie felt homesick we went through these pictures together. I have seen these photos so many times but I was so happy that Charlie was willing to speak and share it with me right now that I pretended I was seeing them for the first time.

“Hey, don't judge. We were adorable.” Charlie nudged me with his elbow.

“And here is us making cookies. And seeing Percy for the first time. And, oh, look! It's Freddie and Georgie's first birthday.” Charlie tilted his head, thinking I wouldn't be able to see that a tear marked his right cheek.

“It's okay to cry, Charlie,” I said in a whisper.

“I just can't stop, Nova. I am trying to get back on my feet. I want to get out of this room and go back to my everyday life. I want to play with our daughter and hear her giggle and I want to help you around the house. I am so useless and I just lay around all day feeling sorry for myself.” He closed the album and buried his head in my shoulder, sobbing.

“Hey, hey. First of all, you are not useless. I know you don't see it but I am not doing the best either. I don't know what I would do if my mum wouldn't be here to help us and you don't need to worry about the house. It can be a complete mess for all I care if it meant you would get better. Char, you lost a brother, how else are you supposed to feel?” I pressed him harder against my chest, neither of us wanting to let go.

“I just don't know what to do with all this pain. I have never had to deal with death before. How do you do it?” He loosened the grip around me just a little bit and looked up at me with his eyes red and puffy.

“Well, I have learned that talking about your feelings helps. It also feels good to cry and get a big, tight hug.” I pressed my forehead to his and smiled softly.

“It is also very nice when Aoede tells you one of her adventure stories. Honestly, I have no idea who she got such a vivid imagination from.” I smirked.

“Really?” Charlie chuckled. “I would take a wild guess that it's after us since we're both such daydreamers. But it's probably from her uncle Percy.”

“Yeah, probably.” We laughed together for the first time in a month.

“What time is it?” Charlie asked after us being embraced in silence for 15 minutes.

“It's going to be 2 I think,” I whispered.

“Oh, it's Aoede's nap time.”

“She'll wake up soon and I can bring her upstairs if you want.” I couldn't help but grin at him.

I was so proud of him for being so strong and coping with everything as he is. I was just happy that he was willing to talk about his feelings to me and telling me the truth about how he feels.

“No. I'll come downstairs.” He kissed me before getting up and walking to the closet.

“Do we have any plans for lunch yet?” He asked as he pulled a shirt over his head.

“No. I wanted to ask you if you were craving something just that I could make you eat anything.” I answered truthfully.

“I am sorry I have been so stubborn about it.” He bowed his head, sitting back next to me.

“Stop apologizing, Charles. All your behavior is completely normal for someone who is mourning.” I ran my fingers through his hair.

“Could you pull it up in a bun for me? I love when you do it.” He shook his head a bit, making his curly locks fly everywhere.

“It would be my pleasure.” I smiled and reached with my hand to the nightstand where he had a hair tie.

“So, why did you ask what we are having for lunch? What would you like?” I asked as I was trying to comb his hair with my fingers.

“Pancakes.” I felt his body vibrate in a giggle.

“Want to make them together?” I suggested with the biggest smile on my face.

Pancakes weren't only a tradition in our household on Sundays but they were our favorite comfort food too.

“You read my mind, love.” Charlie turned around and kissed me tenderly.

We both looked at the door when we heard Aoede giggle.

“Right on time.” Charlie clapped his hands together excited to spend some time with his daughter.

“I know you are happy to get out of bed and spend some time with us but just know that you don't have to force it if you feel it would do you better just being wrapped in a blanket and sleep all day. Know that we are not mad, we just want you to be okay.” I helped him get up and we started toward the door.

“I know. Thank you for giving me time and I don't know how I will feel tomorrow but right now I want to spend some time with my family.” He smiled at me and I couldn't help but smile back – I missed his smile so much.

He made us stop halfway downstairs.

“Also, I am thinking of going to see George tomorrow or maybe the day after that. We both lost a brother but he lost a twin and I haven't talked to him at all since...you know.”

“Okay, whatever you have to do.” I entwined our fingers and squeezed them together.

“Also, how are you dealing with everything? I am sorry for being such a lousy husband. I didn't ask you once since we came back.” Tears started gathering in his eyes again.

“I told you to stop apologizing and I am doing okay.” I shrugged and gestured for us to continue walking downstairs.

“Which is Nova language for I have to be strong for you and I don't care how I feel.” He raised his eyebrows at me, extending his arm to reach the wall so I couldn't walk past him.

“No, really, I am okay.”

“Stop lying to me, love. We promised to each other to always share our feelings no matter how bad they are, so stop pretending I don't know you better than that.

“I don't want to talk about it right now.” I blinked a few times, trying to hold in the tears, avoiding Charlie's gaze.

“It's a beautiful day outside. We can ask your mum if she would be willing to go for a walk with Aoede and we can have a proper cuddle session on the sofa and talk it out?” Charlie suggested.

“I think that's a brilliant idea.”

We both turned our heads to my mum who was smiling at us at the bottom of the stairs.

“Mum, Charlie suggested we make pancakes for lunch. Is that okay with you?” I brushed the tear that ran down my cheek and started walking downstairs again.

“Pancakes?!” I heard Aoede jump off the sofa and her little feet running toward us.

“What do you say, Pumpkin? Want to help daddy make pancakes?” Charlie's face lit up when he saw her and picked her up at once, placing a kiss on her cheek.

“Yes, please!” Aoede started clapping excitedly and pointed to the kitchen.

I sat down at the kitchen table along with my mum and watched them make a mess out of the place while making pancakes. One egg smashed on the floor and the flour was everywhere but nobody cared because of how much fun those two were having. Aoede was giggling so much that she hardly had the time to breathe and I heard Charlie genuinely laugh for the first time in a month.

After we were all too full to walk as Charlie and Aoede made way too much pancake dough, we all settled down on the sofa where Aoede fell asleep in Charlie's lap within minutes.

When she woke up my mum took her for a walk as we asked her to and as Charlie promised me, we stayed on the sofa, cuddled, and cried our eyes out while talking about how we feel and miss the people we lost.

I felt so much better talking to him and finding out how he is. I was so afraid for him just being in our bedroom all the time but I was patient and I hoped he would get better with time and as he said, we don't know how we will feel tomorrow, but today was a very good day for both of us.

Charlie

I took a deep breath before I knocked on the door of George's apartment. I didn't know what I was going to say to him. I was more mentally preparing myself to see in what state he is.

I have been a mess for the past month and even though Fred was my brother I didn't see him as often as George did and I definitely wasn't as close to him as he was. Those two were inseparable since they were born.

I felt the need as an older brother to see how he was doing and see if I could help him in any regard.

I wrote to Bill this morning, inviting him and Fleur to visit us in Romania and I wrote to my mum that she could expect us next week. I wasn't all there yet – not even close, but I was good enough to see my family and be a proper husband to Nova and a father to Aoede.

“Charlie, what are you doing here?” George's eyes widened when he opened the door.

“I came to visit you if that's okay.” I smiled sheepishly, scratching the back of my neck.

“Of course it is!” He pulled me in a hug so tight that it took my breath away but I didn't care that I couldn't breathe – it warmed my heart that he was so happy to see me. “Come in, come in!”

“Want some tea or something sweet?” He asked the second he closed the door behind us.

“Tea is fine, thank you.”

“Are you visiting mum and dad or Bill?” He gestured for me to sit down.

“I am only here to see you,” I answered honestly.

“Oh.” He let the word escape his mouth.

“I, uh, I haven't been doing well so I wanted to see how you are doing.” I took the cookie he offered me without asking why he has a full basket of them.

“I'm doing as good as someone can when they lose a brother.” He forced a smile. “Have been baking a lot, thus the cookies. Tell me what you think of them.”

“They are actually really good,” I said with my mouth full, “I had no idea you could bake.”

“Yeah, they are? Neither did I to be honest.” He sat down next to me, waiting for the water to boil.

“Are you alone all the time?” I couldn't hide the concern in my voice.

“Have been at the Burrow for a week but honestly being around mum is kind of depressing. I mean I understand, we are all a bit messed up but it's just not the environment I need right now. Bill visits me a lot and so does Ron. Ginny stayed with me for a week a few days ago and Angelina comes to hang out here and there.”

“How are the others? We are going to visit mum and dad soon but I have completely isolated myself.” I shook my head, I wasn't proud of it.

“I think we are all about the same.” George shrugged his shoulders and I saw that he wasn't keen on talking about our family.

“Should I even ask how you are?” I whispered.

“I miss him so much, Charlie. I feel like a part of me is gone. All our hard work, everything we did together, it's just memories now. I know it's going to be better with time but it's just so hard to think that this feeling inside my chest – the emptiness of him no longer being with us – will ever go away, you know. I never had to deal with something like this, especially not...” He stopped talking when his voice broke and stood up to finish making the tea.

“Me neither but I have some experience when Nova's dad passed away. You know how hard it was for her and if I have learned anything from her is that being patient with yourself, giving yourself time, and talking about it when you feel like it, is what makes it better. I wish there was a spell to make the feelings you have go away but despite being wizards, we are still only human and we have to deal with it the natural way.”

“I know. I just wish I could've been there with him, protect him, perhaps take his place or just be able to say goodbye if nothing else.” George released his tears, staring into his teacup.

“I wish the same but know that whatever you wanted to tell him, he knows.” I stood up and lifted his chin for him to look me in the eyes and hugged him.

“Thank you for taking the time and seeing me. It means more than I could ever say.” He returned the hug.

“If you have too much time on your hands, you can come and visit us in Romania. Spend some time with us. Bond with Aoede a little. Her laugh is contagious and honestly the best for mending your heart. And she loves to help and cook so perhaps you two could make a mess out of the kitchen together and make cookies.” I giggled.

“Truth be told, that sounds like exactly what I need.” He sniffed and gently pulled away.

“You are welcome anytime, brother.” I smiled at him and returned to my seat.

“How about you spend the night here and we go tomorrow?” He smiled back. “Oh, you know what never mind, you probably have other plans.” He hurried to say, his ears turning pink.

“Not at all,” I tapped him twice on the back, “you are definitely coming to Romania with me tomorrow.”

[sokkascroptop]

traitor. (sokka x f!reader) pt 7

part 1 | part 6 | part 8

A/N: Just one question. Is it homoerotic to roll around in the forest with your enemy? Just asking... for a friend.

And how could Y/N explain her thoughts on it all when she didn’t understand them herself. Even the idea of not trusting Azula explicitly made her feel like a traitor. She wanted to think that everything was Agni’s will; that everything happened for a reason. So she took her feelings and buried them. She buried them so deep that they were never going to see the light of day. 

Y/N didn’t speak about what she saw Azula do. 

Ty Lee and Mai recounted fighting the waterbender and her brother and how they had lost, but when they asked what had happened with her and Azula, she just smiled and shook her head. And Azula was too angry about the loss of the Avatar for them to even ask her.

Mai patched her shoulder up. She was the best one for the job; she had the most experience, since knife throwing was a dangerous weapon choice. She peeled away bits of Y/N’s sleeve that were embedded in the wound and cleaned it and applied a special burn cream that made Y/N’s arm go numb. And the best part of it all? She didn’t talk. She didn’t poke at Y/N’s silence and try to weed out the details. 

Y/N wouldn’t have known what to say anyways. How do you tell your friend that you think your other friend murdered her Uncle? And how could Y/N explain her thoughts on it all when she didn’t understand them herself. Even the idea of not trusting Azula explicitly made her feel like a traitor. She wanted to think that everything was Agni’s will; that everything happened for a reason. So she took her feelings and buried them. She buried them so deep that they were never going to see the light of day. 

That was weeks ago. 

And Y/N didn’t feel any better. 

In fact she felt worse. Her spirit and excitement for the mission was fading with each passing day as Azula’s will and determination grew. The drill was a brilliant plan. And it had failed. The Avatar and his gang of friends had foiled yet another one of their plans. Y/N was tired. She desperately needed a night of uninterrupted sleep. 

She was plagued with nightmares of blue–and red– fire, consuming her, eating her alive. She would wake up sweating, her now healed burn scar itching, reminding her that fire is dangerous and should not be messed with. 

After what happened at Ba Sing Se, the girls retreated to the woods just outside of it. They camped and licked their metaphorical wounds and planned for whatever was going to happen next. They didn’t just need a way into the city, they needed a way into the palace. 

It was chilly in the woods. The trees around them were tall and blocked most of the sun high above them before it could reach the forest floor. Y/N brought her knees to her chest and stared at Azula, who was pacing back and forth in front of their campfire. She was muttering to herself, obviously irritated by their lack of progress. Azula wasn’t one to sit around idly when she had a mission. She was patient, but not this kind of patient. 

“What are we going to do?” She growled. And Y/N realized she was talking to her. 

She shrugged. “I still think our best bet is faking being refugees.” She held up a hand to stop Azula from interrupting her. “I know, I know, we need to get to the palace but right now we aren’t even in the city. We can plan something more elaborate while we’re inside the walls.”

“Applying to be a refugee requires that we have papers, passports. We don’t have that kind of time to fake it. I need to show my father I’ve done something.” The fire next to her grew ten times it’s normal size from her frustration. 

“I don’t think we’ll need to!” Ty Lee danced her way up to their campsite, Mai walking slowly behind her. 

“While we were out scouting, we found this.” Mai held up a familiar looking white tuft of fur. 

Azula grabbed it greedily. “So the Avatar has left Ba Sing Se. I wonder why…” she murmured. “Come on, girls. Let’s go find out.” 

---

“These woods are vast. We need to split up to cover all the ground before they get away again.” Azula pointed each girl in a different direction and they each galloped into the trees on their lizard-hounds. 

Y/N would never get used to the movement of a lizard hound and the moment she found something that looked like a track she jumped to the ground, happy to be off it. She inspected the dirt and noticed there was more than one disturbance leading off to the left near a patch of bushes and trees. 

Y/N drew her sword as quietly as she could and listened for any sound or movement ahead. She peeked behind a pair of trees, but all she could hear was the swishing of the leaves in the wind and the croaking of a badgerfrog. 

Y/N was just about to turn around and backtrack to see if she missed something when she was wacked in the face with a metal shield. 

She fell backwards on the forest floor, rocks and sticks digging into her spine. She groaned and rolled to her feet just in time to deflect a blow from the girls metal fan. 

In front of Y/N stood a Kyoshi warrior. 

Y/N extended her sword completely, keeping the other girl at a distance. She was going to have to get really close to fight with her fans and Y/N didn’t want to toy with their razor sharp edges. 

The first time Y/N had heard of the Kyoshi warriors, she wanted to be one. She begged and begged her mother to take her to Kyoshi Island to train with them. Even when her mother told her she couldn’t because they were part of the Earth Kingdom and Y/N was Fire Nation, that dream didn’t fade. Even now, Y/N couldn’t definitively say she didn’t want to be one, but she doubted they would take her now. 

The one in front of her was glaring at her, Y/N could tell through the greasepaint. Y/N’s head was pounding from her earlier fall. She knew that the Kyoshi warriors were friends of the Avatar. That had to be why they were out here in the woods. 

“Where is he? Where’s the Avatar?”

The warrior frowned. “Not here.” She tested Y/N’s reflexes faking an attack to the right and coming at her left. 

“I don’t believe you,” Y/N kept her at a distance. She noticed the girl had a katana at her side and wondered why she hadn’t pulled it yet. “We found fur from his sky bison. We know he was here.”

The warriors eyes widened a fraction of an inch. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She had seen Y/N look at her sword sheathed at her waist. She folded a fan and drew her katana but just brushed the edge of it against Y/N’s raised sword. It seemed like she wanted a fight just about as much as Y/N did. 

Y/N felt a stab of...something deep in her gut as she looked at their crossed swords. She couldn’t put a word to it; it was more than sadness, more than remorse, more than fear. It was that sinking feeling you get when someone you love walks in the room and says I have to tell you something. It completely took her breath away. And Y/N suddenly realized this wasn’t just some girl dressed up as one of her heroes in front of her. This was a person, someone who was supposed to be an enemy and Y/N just didn’t want that. She didn’t want any of this. She was tired of seeing enemies around every corner. She wanted to be able to dream about being a Kyoshi warrior, not fight one. And that nagging question that never seemed to stray far from her mind came back hard–why was she fighting at all? 

Y/N didn’t know what to do; she half-wanted to curl up into a ball and just let the girl carve her up with her fans because anything would feel better than the crushing weight of the realization that everything, everything, everything was so messed up–but she wouldn’t because Kyoshi warriors were noble; no, that something that Y/N does, has done and will do. The other half of her wanted to fight until there was nothing left. But she was pretty sure they both came from the same place.

Both of them were surprised when Y/N’s sword slipped out of her hand and fell into the dirt. Sometimes your muscles make the decision for you when your brain is too slow to think and she wasn’t going to let Azula punish these girls for losing the Avatar. 

Y/N was fueled by pure panic as she pushed the girls still blade away with her hand and shoved her up against a tree. The warrior’s hands were trapped between their chests still clutching her katana. She struggled a bit, “What are you–get off!” 

“Shhh, shush, shut up!” Y/N pressed her hand over the girl’s mouth smearing greasepaint everywhere. She looked around wildly to see if anyone had come running during their scuffle. 

When she turned back to face her, Y/N realized how close they were. Their noses brushed and Y/N’s eyes widened. She backed off a little but all she could smell was the sweet-resin scent of the warriors painted face. Y/N could feel her cheeks heat up because of their proximity where she could see that, yes, the Kyoshi warrior was really pretty even under all the greasepaint, but also because it felt like her heart was pounding out of her chest and the back of the girls hand was pressed up against it and surely she could feeling it thumping against her ribs–

And then Y/N saw her face soften, just a bit, as the warrior searched her face trying to find an answer as to why they were currently pressed against a tree in the middle of the woods. Her gaze settled on Y/N’s lips. “What are you doing?” 

Y/N didn’t really know how to answer her. She didn’t know what she was doing all she knew is that–

“I’m afraid for you.” Y/N stared into her brown eyes. 

The warrior cocked her head, she had a ghost of a smile on her lips like the thought of someone being worried about her was funny until she took in Y/N’s fire nation clothes, and the sword still lying on the ground behind them and the fact that she was looking for the Avatar. The warrior shoved Y/N back as far as she could with a bewildered look on her face. Y/N tripped over a tree root and fell. 

“You’re one of those crazy girls who are trying to kill Aang!”

“No, no!” Y/N stopped. “Wait, who is Aang? We’re not trying to kill anyone!”

“But your friend is and you’re just as bad as her!” The warrior stabbed downward at Y/N but only hit dirt as she had already rolled out of the way and to her feet. 

Y/N didn’t make a move for her sword. She didn’t want the warrior thinking she was trying to fight so she held her hands out, hoping the girl would trust her. “I’m trying to warn you! You need to find the other Kyoshi warriors and get out of here!”

“Why?!”

“I don’t know!” Y/N wanted to cry. This was so frustrating. 

“Sure, you try to kill my friends and now you just so happen to want to help me?”

“No, that’s not it at all!” Y/N didn’t know how she was going to get the girl to listen to her. She ducked and the katana whipped over her head. Y/N dove for her sword. 

But the girl was on top of her before she could reach it, pressing her to the ground. 

Y/N grabbed the girl’s face smearing more greasepaint and pushed her away, rolling on top of her and trying to snatch the blade from her hands. Somebody was going to get hurt with that. She kneed Y/N in the stomach and rolled back on top of her, sitting on her stomach. The warrior’s headband had fallen off and her short, auburn hair tumbled into her face.

Y/N grabbed the girl’s hand which was guiding the blade toward her neck and pushed back with all her might, trying to save herself a few more seconds. 

“No, you don’t want to kill my friends or no, you don’t want to help me?” The Kyoshi warrior pressed her full weight onto the blade and Y/N could feel it kiss her neck, drawing blood that dripped into the hollow of her collarbone. 

“I don’t want to kill them,” Y/N whispered. “I never wanted to.” Y/N kicked her right leg up and used it to push the girl off her. She ripped the sword from the warriors hands and threw it. Y/N straddled her and held her arms down. “If you would–”

A snap of a stick caught both their attention. 

“I see you found their leader,” Azula mused from the tree line. 

Y/N froze. A million thoughts entered her head and then immediately exited. Azula can’t know Y/N tried to help her. “Yes I did.”

Azula took in the blood on Y/N’s neck, their ruffled hair and smeared greasepaint and raised her eyebrows. She tossed a length of rope. 

“Tie her hands. We have the rest over there.” She nodded her head back the way she came. She glared at the Kyoshi warrior on the ground. “And if you try to run...” Azula held up her hand and created a ball of blue fire. 

---

They had to hike a quarter of a mile. Down a small hill, and in a valley were the rest of the Kyoshi warriors. Their hands were bound and they were all tied to trees. There were only about seven of them. 

Y/N tied their leader to a thick gingko tree and dropped her katana and fans in a pile Mai, Ty Lee and Azula had made. 

Azula motioned to Ty Lee and Mai who were already dressed in Kyoshi warrior uniforms and painting one another’s faces. “This is how we’re not only going to get into the city, but straight into the palace. All we have to do is tell them we’re there to protect the Earth King.” Azula smirked.

“That’s… actually a great plan.” 

Azula elbowed Y/N. “I always have great plans.” She turned around to the warriors. All of them gave Y/N a death glare. “Now which one do you think is as tall as you?” 

The dress was a hair too short, but that didn’t bother Y/N. She took a moment to look around at her friends and realized just how good of a plan this was. They had been friends for years and she barely recognized them in their red and white greasepaint. 

Azula approached Y/N as they were loading the extra katanas and fans on their lizard hounds; in her hands she held the golden headband of the Kyoshi warrior’s leader. 

“You get this for the capture of their fearless leader.” The corner of Azula’s mouth turned up in a half-smile. She was saying it like it was a joke, but Y/N knew the truth. That girl had almost beat her out there. The cut on her neck still stung. Y/N felt the weight of her guilt fall on her shoulders like a lead blanket as she let Azula place the headband on her head and tie it in the back. What was Y/N supposed to do now? How could she be thinking of betrayal when Azula was rewarding her? She felt proud and disgusted with herself at the same time. She’d promised this girl–okay so maybe she didn’t promise her, but she had told her that she was going to help her and now she was wearing her headband like it was a trophy!

She looked at Azula and didn’t see that monster that she had imagined her to be the last few weeks. Y/N saw a girl that was ambitious and powerful and that wasn’t a bad thing. Y/N had always wanted what was best for Azula, so why was she so willing to sabotage all of it? She was torn in two, and she’d never had that happened before. She had never had to decide between herself or Azula. 

“Do me a favor.” Y/N was snapped out of her thoughts by Azula’s voice. 

“Anything,” she lied.

“Go check all of their ropes. Make sure they’re tied up tight.”

“Sure, but why?”

“I sent a messenger hawk to a nearby General. He and his troops are going to come here and take these captives to a Fire Nation prison.” 

Y/N did what Azula asked. She checked everyone, and tightened the ropes that she thought were tied just a little too loose. An idea came to her last minute, and she didn’t realize she was going through with it until it was already done. 

“What’s your name?” Y/N asked the Kyoshi warrior’s leader as she redid the knot tying her to the tree. She took her time looping it through, waiting for an answer, but the girl stayed silent and turned away. She moved on to the warrior’s hands. She made sure her back was to Azula and the girls as she spoke.

“My name is Y/N and I’m loosening the rope on your hands. When we leave, take your warriors and get out of these woods. The Fire Nation army will come here looking for you. Don’t give them a reason to catch you.” Y/N slowly slid one of the fans out of her waistband and under the kneecap of the warriors outstretched leg. 

She looked into the girls brown eyes for the last time and gave her the slightest nod. Their faces were reflections of one another from before; this time it was Y/N in the facepaint and the girl with a nearly bare face. It felt cathartic, hiding her real identity; pretending she was someone else. It made betrayal so much easier, because she wasn’t Y/N, she was just another Kyoshi warrior. And they did good things. 

“It’s Suki,” the girl whispered back.

---

Y/N knew she was going to have to face the wrath of Azula one day. It was constantly on her mind. Azula would find out somehow, she always did. For now, all Y/N had to do was keep her mouth shut, a smile on her lips and her guilt for what she did, hidden deep within her chest. It was easy, she’d already been doing that. 

Y/N didn’t think of anymore ‘ifs’ after that. If she would betray Azula, if she could leave Azula, if she would hurt Azula. Everything became a when. And that was the scariest part, because Y/N didn’t push that thought away like she had all the others. She accepted it, she took it and held it close.

---

A/N: I sat a stared at this part until my eyes watered. What is Y/N going to do now? There’s just, so much conflict in Y/N heart. I treasure her so much, and all I want to do it treat her emotions as real as all of ours. She loves Azula, there is no doubt and it’s heartbreaking to finally peel back the layers of affection and friendship to see the rotten person inside. 

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[waifu-13]

COLORS  Dabi x reader angst

warnings - slight abuse mention, death mention, badspelling 

"Your little brother never tells you but he loves you so.

You said your mother only smiled on her tv show.

YOUR ONLY HAPPY WHEN YOUR SORRY HEAD IS FILLED WITH DOPE."

You just spit words of venom into your boyfriend, Dabi's face, another fight between what once was a thriving young love.

Enraged he screams back, "YOU KNOW NOTHING ABOUT MY FAMILY, LEAVE THEM OUT OF OUR FIGHTS."

You finally had a enough of this. The last words you said to him...

"I HOPE YOU MAKE IT TO THE DAY YOUR 28 YEARS OLD."

And with that you storm off, leaving Dabi all by himself to think back on what happened. Were you really gone for good? Maybe...

 {a few years later}

Your sitting at you and your new boyfriends house, watching a movie with his little sister. Until she looks at you and asks, "Tell me about your love like the movie?"

In that moment you flash back to the memories of your love.

{flash back} 

 Your laying on your boyfriends lap. He looks at you and asks, "Why do u love me?" You sit up to look at him and answer after thinking for a moment.

"You're dripping like a saturated sunrise.

You're spilling like an overflowing sink.

You're ripped at every edge but you're a masterpiece."

He scoffs a bit at your cheesy answer, but kisses you right after.

 {end of flash back} 

 "EARTH TO Y/N." You hear a voice yell bringing you back to reality.

So tell me about your love. You looked at the child in front of you and answer. Looking at your, current, hero boyfriend.

"Well everything is blue, his pills, his hands his jeans.

That's the best way to describe him kiddo." She looks at you confused.

"Y/n that didn't answer my questionnnn. Can you tell me more please?" You look at her kindly and give a slight nod before answering again.

"Of course kiddo,

Now im covered in the colors pulls apart at the seams.

Everything is white, his smoke, his hair, his dreams. And now he's so devoid of color.

Does that explain it?"

"YEAH THANKS Y/N!! Do you really feel all of that about my brother?"

"Ah, yes of course. Let's just watch the movie yeah?" You both turn your attention back to the movie, but your mind wonders off again.

 {flash back}

"What other cheesey shit can you say?"

"Wow, so rude to your girlfriend huh #####?"

"Just saying baby." He chuckles enjoying ntge reaction he got from teasing you. "Tell me more."

"As you wish,

your a vision of the morning, of the morning light when the sun came through.

I know I've only felt religion when i've lied with you."

 {flashback over} 

 "BABY YOU THERE?? " You snap back to realty seeing the man standing infront of you.

"Yeah sorry im not feeling well." you respond to explain your odd behavior.

"Oh ok? Let's go to bed early then. I have patrol super early tomorrow, plus im looking for some villain guy." you simply nod.

You and your boyfriend walk to your shared room. You both climb right into bed. He puts on the news and looks at you.

"What were you talking about when talking to my sister?"

"Well you of course. She asked about my love so..."

"Huh. Would you like to explain more?"

"Yeah, sure." In the middle of explaining you think of your last fight with Dabi. The words he screamed back...

 {flash back}

"YEAH YOU THINK YOU'LL BE FORGIVEN?

YOU'LL NEVER BE FORGIVEN TILL YOUR BOYS ARE TOO,

YOUR ONE OF US Y/N."

"WELL IM STILL WAKING EVERY MORNING AND ITS NOT WITH YOU,

THAT HURTS I CANT DO THIS ANYMORE WE'RE OVER DABI."

"Y/N WAIT! DO-"

{end of flash back}

"Babe?? Earth to y/n?"

Pulling yourself out of a flash back once again, you shook your head and tried to focus. Clearing your head of the night you dreaded so much.

"Yeah sorry. I mean- Do u want me to repeat myself?"

"Yeah, what you said earlier was sweet somehow." He kissed your cheek as you utter the same words to the question from before.

"Everything is blue His pills, his hands, his jeans

Now im covered in the colors pulls apart at the seams.

Everything is white, his smoke, his hair, his dreams. And now he's so devoid of color he don't know what it means.

And he's blue."

"Thanks babe. I'm so happy I was able to help you turn your life around. And now I have he best partner." He praises you and holds you close.

"Same love, samee". In that moment you wish you were with your self in your thoughts.

 {flashback}

"Y/N WHY ARE YOU LEAVING! YOU DON'T MEAN IT RIGHT? I LOVE YOU." Your blue and you liked me because I was red, but you touched me, and suddenly I was a lilac sky. Then you decided purple just wasn't for you.

"Dabi I love you too but I-"

{end of flash back}

"On tonight's news infamous villain Dabi has been rumored to have died during this arrest tonight." You stared at the screen in disbelief. Did you hear that right? The world started to blur and you let out a sob. Your boyfriend looked at you and finally put everything together.

"YOU STILL LOVE THAT VILLAIN! WAS WHO YOU WERE DESCRIBING?" Without answering him you get up and run to the one place you know to look for Dabi. Praying that he'll still be alive.

You arrive at the lov hide out.

"Dabi, is he...? " You couldn't finish your sentence, the words get caught in your throat.

"He is y/n. "

"Now leave. You left us to join the heros. Dabi wouldn't have wanted to see you anyway. "

"That's a lie handys man. And u know it." Toga says as she throws herself at you, all while glaring daggers at Shigaraki. The truth from twice and the hurtful words from Shigaraki were to much for you. In-between sobs you say "Let me join. Please."

"Fine, whatever. Just leave me alone." Shigaraki rolls his eyes.

Toga helps guide you to Dabi's room. You lie down on his bed and grab his pillow. You start crying even harder. The love of ur life was gone. Your blue. Everything you loved, or so u thought... Late that night, while still crying like a lost child on the verge of giving up and passing out. You hear the door open.

"Go away toga." You mange to voice.

" Afraid I can't, after all this is my room." You recognize that voice! You shoot up and see Dabi beaten badly, but alive. You run over to him and hold him tight.

"Dabi. I missed you. I thought you were gone."

"I know baby, I missed you too. I'm sorry I had to scare you to get you back here." You squint up at him with your puffy eyes

"What to you mean Dabi?"

"I knew you missed me. I just didn't know how to get you away from that hero." You looked at him shocked. How would he know? Did he tap your phone? Almost as if he could read your mind he starts to explain.

{flash back} (Dabi's pov)

"I hate this. Why can't I take a brake Toga? "

"Because your gonna wanna see this." He scoffs, what could possibly be so important.

"See what?" As soon as the words leave his lips, he sees you, sitting with that stupid hero. At least your happy now. "Why the hell would I wanna see that? She looks happy with that asshole."

"NO! look again."

"Nothing's gonna change if I do." Yet he still looks again. He missed your smile. But then he notices you looking down at the small burn he left on your arm that dreadful night. "Is she smiling at it?" He sounded surprised.

"YEAHHH SHE MISSES YOU!"

"Huh... Let's go brat, I got some planning to do."

"OOH YOU GONNA WIN HER BACKK?"

{end of flash back}

-and that's how I knew." Your villain lover explained.

"Dabi?"

"Yes y/n?"

Can we get back together again? I missed you and I was wrong. I wasn't happy with him."

"Shhh... You we're always mine. And I was always yours. So of course we can." You hug your boyfriend tight that night afraid he may just slip away again....

Everything is blue. His pills. His hands. His jeans.

[starr-fall-knight-rise]

Humans are Space Orcs, “Infiltration.”

Sorry guys about my weird schedule,  I know I am posting a little early. Hope you like it :)

“No, this this doesn’t make sense. “Krill’s voice echoed about the room, carried on a loud and startled whisper up into the massive atrium.

Sunny placed a hand over his mouth stifling his shock as she stared on with wide eyes having come to the same conclusion as Krill, “I think it makes perfect sense.”

“No, they wouldn’t.”

“I think they would.” 

Before them, four large words stared at them from the darkness like the looming eye of some great beast, all powerful, and all knowing.

Bureau of Intergalactic Relations.

Department of Diplomacy

Department of Trade

Department of planetary security 

Department of Foreign policy 

Before Krill could say anything further, Sunny clamped a hand over his mouth and pulled them back into the darkness of the maintenance corridor.

Krill cursed and Sunny growled a warning for him to shut up, “They probably have security all over this place, and it will be more than a miracle if we didn’t already trip it.” She whispered. Just as she spoke, the two of them froze at the sound of approaching feet. Sunny grabbed Krill around the middle and retreated further into the darkness as voices approached.

Krill half assumed that sunny would conceal herself and wait for an opportunity to ambus, but instead, she dragged him further into the darkness of the maintenance corridor. The echoing voices faded behind them as she took a sharp corner and moved downward.

“What are you doing!” Krill hissed 

Sunny mostly ignored him as she moved on lower and lower until his struggling became so annoying she finally explained in a harsh whisper, “Tesraki have never had to worry about physical spies or assassins, so we can assume their security system will be relatively easy to breach. We know that you don’t want to try to hack the tesraki….. But sneaking into a government facility might be easier.”

“How exactly do you plan on doing that.”

It was then that Sunny let of a huff of pleasure, stopping in a small- dark room where all the building’s power outlets converged.

“I am an engineer, so I am going to…. Un-engineer This power, and cut feed to their cameras and security systems.”

“Isn’t that just the stupid way of saying break all their shit?”

“Ok yeah, go ahead and make it sound less cool.”

“You sound like Adam.”

Sunny stopped in her tracks and shrugged a bit, head down, “Well, he isn’t here so…. So someone has to say stupid stuff.”

The silence continued on for a long moment before a quiet hiss of pleasure, and with a loud THUD, the lights went out, and they were plunged into total darkness.

Krill blinked and immediately turned on his thermal vision, though the only thing visible in the space was Sunny’s heat signature.

“Good work, just, one question. How are we going to find them!”

“SHHH would you.” There was a sharp click, and a light flicked on somewhere in the darkness momentarily blinding him. Sunny’s face was suddenly lit by a soft beam of yellow light. She huffed, “I may sound like Adam a little bit, but at least I think ahead.”

“Hmm, so opposites do attract. You are the brains, and he is a complete idiot>’

Sunny frowned in the half light, the illuminating casting strange shadows over her face, “He isn’t an idiot…”

Krill gave her a look and she huffed, “Fine he is an idiot, but that isn’t to be confused with stupid. He’s smart, and you and I both know it.”

Krill held up his four hands, “No need to get defensive, I like The Admiral as much as you do.” He paused to think about that as she tilted her head at him, “Ok well actually no i don’t like him THAT much, but you get my point. Now let’s go.”

Krill inflamed his helium sack and floated up to grab ont the back of Sunny’s carapace as she started down the hall keeping her light shielded from any potential attackers as the moved further into the darkened building which housed the Tesraki government offices.

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Adam stood, eyes wide, mouth agape at the bloody body before him. In the partial darkness he could see a line of blood, black in the dimness trailing down the side of the detective’s face like tar oozing out from his skin. Hesitantly, he moved forward, dropping to one knee as he reached out to feel for a pulse. 

He didn’t like the man, but he had never wished him dead.

It took a second, and for a moment he thought the man was dead, but after a few seconds he felt the soft fleeting beat of the man’s heart. It was weak, but the pulse was there. A sudden soft flutter to his left, had him turning on a dime hands raised as he stared into the dark. There was a soft thud, and another body hit the floor, this one also unconscious, though he could tell from the moving of his chest that the man was still alive.

He didn’t advance, staying where he was as the quiet movement walked forward from the darkness.

His eyes widened, surprised to find a familiar figure standing before him.

The Tesraki detective, holding a metal pipe in both of his hands and breathing heavily.

“He took a step back in shock, and worry.”

“Please.” THe Tesraki whispered, “You have to go, before they kill you.”

His mouth opened and closed in confusion, “I, w-what.” 

“Please, you must go. I have held them off this long, but I can no longer protect you from what is going to happen.” he pointed down at the floor where the detective lay, “Take him and leave as fast as you can out the back entrance. I will stay behind and make sure the security feed stays safe and is sent to the right people.” His head reeled in confusion, and the only words he managed to conjure were, “But… it’s dangerous.”

The Tesraki detective shook his head, “Humans do not have the monopoly on bravery. Yes it will be dangerous, and Yes I will likely come to regret my decision, but this is about the fate of the GA, now GO.”

Adam paused and then nodded, reaching down and hauling the unconscious detective onto his back in a fireman carry.

Footsteps echoed in the hallway.

“GO!” The Tesraki urged scuttling off into the darkness.

Adam followed his lead, hurrying off through a small open door he had not noticed before and down a narrow back hallway. There were a few times he nearly dropped the detective with how small the hallway was, and there were a few times he considered doing it on purpose just out of spite, but, thinking of what his mother would have wanted from him-- he avoided dropping the man flat on his head, dong his best to support the dead weight as he hurried out the back.

He was almost free when the voices started up behind him, growing closer.

WIth a curse, he broke into a light jog and lunged out into the pouring rain. Red neon still glittered off the streets as he ran, skidding through puddles and ducking through allies. Advertisements glowed down at him everywhere he looked, and he felt as if he was being watched by a thousand eyes from all directions. His feet dashed through a puddle that seemed to glow blue from the reflection above, it’s surface being broken by great drops of rain.

He could hear voices in the distance, though they seemed meandering and confused.

There was nowhere to go.

Accept…

He continued his jog, breaking into a half run as he raced through the streets losing the voices in the pounding rain. He was soaked to the skin now, and so was the detective whose dead weight was growing even deader. The cold rain seemed to be reviving the man, who groaned in pain.

Adam ignored it and kept going moving through the night for what seemed like hours before coming to a nondescript building and an even more nondescript door. He paused there, and raising his hand, he pounded three times against the metal. He had to wait for what felt like a good five minutes, knocking three more times till the door opened, and he came face to face with a man and a Finnari, the man with a bright green mohawk one hand held protectively in front of the finnari.

“Admiral!” The man exclaimed.

He nodded to an old friend, “You have to help us.”

Eyes still wide with shock, the man opened the door to let them inside without hesitation, “What is going on.”

Adam made it onto the floor of the deserted club, tossing the detective like a sack of potatoes onto the floor before turning to look at the LFIL couple they had met on Noctopolis not so many months ago, “I’m being framed, and there are men trying to kill us. I need help.”

***

It was a testament to how poor tesraki physical security was that Sunny and Krill managed to sneak their way up through the building. There were a few close calls and more than one reroute, but at some point they found themselves at the top of the stairs next to the elevator and one big long hallway, which was even more grand than the entrance hall with an arching vaulted ceiling, chandeliers, in the human style, which were unlit as of that moment.

The water from the rolling pools on either side of the hallway had gone still, their power cut with everything else in the building. Exotic lush plants, also from earth, lined the hallways looking rather worse for ware as, whoever had bought them, was likely more interested in their aesthetic appeal than they were about their actual botanical function.

Voices emanate up the hallway, and Sunny and krill moved further inward. Krill was, of course, silent, floating as he was, and Sunny was nearly so as the rain drumming against the large glass skylights in the vaulted ceiling overhead concealed her footsteps.

“What do you mean he is MISSING!” The voice was recognizable as tesraki almost Immediately, “How hard is it to keep tabs on ONE measly human!”

“I told you he was dangerous.” Came the second voice, one Krill and Sunny recognized immediately as Kree.

Sunny turned to glance at Krill, and in the darkness, she could just barely make out the movement of his mouth as he mouthed the word “Adam”.

“We did what you asked! We put him away, we did everything we could, and yet you STILL cant get it to work.” Paused by the doorway, they could see the shadow of the Tesraki as they stood from their seat pacing back and forth before the window, “We should have known. You failed the burg, and look what happened to them, practically castrated by their love of humans.”

Another figure darkened the doorway, stepping into their path of site, “The burg failed because the burg did not listen. They simply tried to get rid of him, turning him into a martyr in the process, and dooming their species. I thought you Tesraki would be smart enough to proactively follow my instruction and DISCREDIT him, not let him GO. Now we have no idea where he is, and no idea what sort of allies he might have.:

The Tesraki snarled and threw his hands up in the air, “The better question is what allies DOESNT he have. I did what you asked, I brought the evidence forward before the GA council, and NONE of them believed me, well, none of them other than the Bran of course, but they have always had a thing against humans, so it wasn’t hard to convince.” The Tesraki snarled, “and what happened to the lights.”

The Kree ignored the Tesraki’s complaints, “Calm yourself, delegate, and be patient. With someone as well established as the Admiral, it will be difficult to discredit him. Humanity, the GA loves him, and they will not be so willing to cast off that love.”

The Tesraki snorted, “That is the truth. The chairwoman is wrapped around his finger, Lord Celzex practically threatened to destroy me for even suggesting that his dear admiral is something other than a friend, and the Drev counselor was prepared to challenge me to a duel.”

Sunny shifted in her place, but Krill barely noticed as he was fixated on the conversation.

“Can you believe it. The man has the most political power in the galaxy and he has no clue. Imagine having that much power and just…. Not caring.”

“That is probably why the people like him so much.”

“Don't sound so impressed!” The Tesraki growled, “Because of that one, single human, our economic power is failing. Humanity has booked the monopoly on some of the most important trade agreements in the galaxy. Human products are the HEIGHT of status, and that is only making their products more desirable. Their tourism is practically feeding our economy now, and if they ever decided to pull it away, we would be left helpless. Since the humans showed up we have lost 41% of our economic power 20% of our commissions, and I estimate my power in the GA has never been lower.

The kree churred deep in it’s chest almost in amusement, “yet your city is prospering because of them.”

“Whose side are you on.”

“Whoever pays more, though I am coming to think that might just be the humans.”

The Tesraki GA delegate turned around, his face coalescing into sharp relief in the dim light from the street, “Get out there, FIND HIM and make sure he doesn’t ruin this for me. If this all works out, by the end of the month I will be chairman of the GA, and the humans will simply be an afterthought.”

[darkmulti]

Hell Hole (2)

Incubus!san and seonghwa x female reader

Part 1

⚠️Warnings: non consensual sex, heavy smut, rough sex, Somnophilia, bondage, chocking, degradation, sadism, Dacryphilia, Anal

“You’ve been very disobedient lately.”

San grabs your jaw and slaps you across the face.

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. You thought you were being really good. You’ve been so obedient.

“Looking at Seonghwa every time I see you. Why don’t you go live with him?”

Honestly, a part of you did want to go. Seonghwa would love and care for you, he was just that type of guy. San was the type to look for any reason to punish you.

San had heard your thoughts and slapped you once again. He then proceeded to pick you up and take you to the basement, where he had his little sex dungeon set up.

Your knees started to shake because of all the things you’ve been through in this room. It was a dark place for you. The place that puts you in the most pain.

San threw you on the bed and started to tie you down. He stripped you from all your clothing. Tears slipped from your eyes without knowing. You were that petrified.

“Save the tears for your punishment. I haven’t even started on you, you pathetic little bitch.”

He then shoved a vibrator in you, left it on high and left.

You couldn’t remove it because of the restraints, so you laid there helpless and hopeless.

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San’s POV

It has been 3 hours since I left her in the punishment room. I focus my hearing, to see if she’s still moaning, but all I heard was the vibrator buzzing and her faint breathing.

I went to the basement to check up on her, but when I walked into the room, she was fully knocked out.

I chuckle to myself and walk over, removing the vibrator.

The sight of her unconscious body and dried tears on her face made my dick throb. Not to mention the puddle on cum on the sheets and the tear stains on the pillow.

I could already feel her tight wall throb around me.

I couldn’t hold it anymore. I took my hard cock out and slammed into her. She was so warm and wet, just for me. Is this what heaven was. I threw my head back and wrapped my hands around her throat as I grew my cock a couple more inches in her, and started pounding into her dripping pussy.

The sound of my balls slapping against her wet pussy made me harder. I open her mouth and spit in it. I then proceeded to spit on her face and rub it all around.

She was mine, no one could take her away from me, not even Seonghwa. She was going to have my kids, she was going to marry me.

I’m her daddy and she must obey me at all times.

I started going harder into her and her walls started to clench around me.

She was cumming but wasn’t even conscious.

“What a dirty whore. You’re barely alive, but still thirsty for daddy’s cock, aren’t you?”

I lean down and kiss her and start biting her neck, to claim her.

“I thought I told you to call me when you punish her.”

Seonghwa appears out of nowhere, and my heart jumps out of my chest.

“Sorry hyung, I forgot.”

“It’s not a real punishment unless there’s two or more.”

“That’s not true! She knocked out just for the vibrator!”

I whined out. I wanted her for myself today. Just to purely torture her.

Y/N then wakes up and immediately starts crying.

Huh, looks like the pain hit her good.

“Please get off me! Please!”

She then looked over to Seongwha and immediately stopped crying.

What the fuck?

I look down at her, and slapped her face. I spit on her face multiple times and started slapping her again till Seonghwa came over and stopped me. Her cheek was red and she had started crying again.

Good, cry for me bitch.

I then got off of her and Seonghwa pulled her up and laid under her, thrusting his dick in her ass. She screamed and started pulling on the handcuffs, until Seonghwa started praising her in her ear and thrusted into her a little slower.

He then touched her so gently to reassure her that she’s okay.

My girlfriend is getting pleasure from another man and is full on enjoying it. I let it happen. After Seonghwa leaves, she’ll regret what she did.

I sat on the couch and started jerking off to the sight of them.

Both of them were quick to cum and Seonghwa pulled out and told me to take her ass. And so I did. I slid my cock into her tight ass and covered her mouth. We were in a doggy position and I started pounding myself inside her.

She started crying against my hand, which only made me harder.

“Good girl, cry for me you little whore.”

Seonghwa then went under her pounding himself into her pussy and she fell onto him, not having enough energy to hold herself up anymore.

She then cuddled into Seonghwa’s neck and I pounded my jealousy right into her ass.

I wrapped my hand around her throat and pulled her up, choking her. I gave her another slap. She knew what she was doing wrong, but she kept doing it.

She once again clenched around me cumming and I shot my cum up her ass. Seonghwa also cums in her and dicks rub together inside her.

I remove myself and take Y/N in my arms and Seonghwa dresses himself and leaves. He knew I was mad. He still did it anyway. What a cocky bitch.

Y/N then cuddles into my arms, closing her eyes. Until I slam her against the wall.

“Don’t fall asleep on me, I’m not done with you.”

“No please daddy, I can’t. It hurts, please daddy. I promise I won’t look any more.”

She sobbed out tears running down her red cheeks.

“Too bad. You shouldn’t disobey daddy and you know that!”

I push her against the mirror, thrusting into her once again. I pull her hair up so she can look into my red eyes and learn who she belongs to.

“Tell me princess, do you belong to?”

I whisper in her ear increasing my size and speed.

“I belong to you.”

She whispers out

“Who?”

“You daddy, you own me. You own all of me. You can do whatever you like to my body. I belong to you.”

“Good girl. Now why don’t you tell daddy how many times you came today.”

“I-I don’t know. I passed out from the vibrator. I’m sorry daddy.”

“Uh, oh you know what that means. Tsk tsk tsk, I have to give you another round.”

“Yes daddy.”

She whispers out as tears start flowing down her cheeks non stop.

I start going faster into her until we both reach our high. But again, I wasn’t done with her. After we came I immediately started going into her again, growing my cock till it was 20 inches and hitting her sweet spot over and over.

She came around me for the last time, shaking and crying. She gripped my arm and put her head down as her tears started to hit the floor.

“Shhh, it’s okay I’m right here.”

I pick her and push her against the wall gently, covering her face with kisses.

I rub her back trying to calm her down. After a while she did and I took her upstairs to shower.

I finally cleaned my little baby up and took her to bed, where I snuggled against her cold, little body. I pecked her face and whisperd

“I love you so much princess.”

She opened her eyes and smiled.

“I love you too, daddy.”

———————————————— I’m donee❣️this was a request bc I wasn’t gonna write a pt. 2 for this. 

Edited🔐

[the-crows-typist]

I’d like to request Sebek x female Mc ficlet with the random word as quiet. Btw I love your blog and all your writings! 🥰

Oh my, anon. It seems I have written so much. I must say that this prompt was extremely fun to write. I hope you enjoy this as much as I did. And thank you so much for the kind words, please enjoy this lovely piece.

This is a sort of AU. Sebek and his darling MC are explorers (loosely based on urban explorers) looking to solve the mystery of an abandoned villa. But Sebel knows more that he lets on.

I'm currently experimenting with writing styles and wish to extend the length of my word count. Some feedback would be highly appreciated.

CW for potential OOC from Sebek and angst towards the end.

The Possibilities are Endless

"Through the entrance covered in thorns, through the river separating worlds, up the cliff of the dragon’s demise..."

Deep inside a forest covered with black thorns lies a villa once belonging to the late reigning monarch of the Kingdom of the Fae. Though belonging to the King himself, he lived in it with three of his closest companions: His advisor and his loyal guards. There they stayed until the king suddenly vanished off the face of the earth and soon his companions followed suit, disappearing from existence and leaving their belongings inside the once warm and lively villa.

The story has since sparked many explorers to find the villa of the king but none so far had the pleasure of finding it.

But article after article, guide after guide, discussion after discussion; a path was laid from the failed attempts and a single sentence formed guiding those who were curious enough to go look for it.

Through the entrance covered in thorns, through the river separating worlds, up the cliff of the dragon’s demise.

Soon, multiple exploration groups took the challenge and it became a race to see who finds the villa first and find answers to why the king disappeared, where his companions went. It was a challenge that was accepted almost immediately by Sebek Zigvolt and his partner, his confidant; a woman who was just as eager and as curious to explore the unexplored.

“The forest we’re entering is actually part of a valley.” Sebek explained as his companion manoeuvred past the black thorns. “So the thorns actually stretch that far?” She asked, the cold air of dawn dusted her cheeks a bright red and her thick, warm clothes warming her body. Behind her was a large camping back, a style Sebek mirrored. “Yes. One of the guides said that once you reach the river, the thorns should look bigger. That’s the indicator that we’re going the right way.”

She took his hand in hers, smiling at him. “I’m excited. Let’s go.”

The hours walk was silent between them but they knew better than to let go of each other’s hand. The forest was quiet and sun covered by the clouds overhead, the trees were silent and the chirping of birds that one should hear when in a forest never came. All there was to hear was the heavy, deafening silence. “You noticed it too?” Sebek  asked, his voice soft and whispery. “The grandmother of the king was responsible for this growth of thorns, you know? After she cursed the humans who tried to drive her people away.”

“She was alive during the war?”

“She saw it begin and end.” Sebek shook his head at this. “At the time, magic...had odd standards.” A pat on his back and the two of them shared a soft smile. “But those days are over. The history books tell of its end.” He blinked his eyes and stopped in his tracks, looking over to her in concern. “A tinge of her magic still exists here even after her passing millennia ago. It was designed to keep humans out but...If we stay close and if we stay quiet, I’m sure we’ll be fine.”

She leaned a little closer to whisper into his ear, their fingers intertwining. “Sounds like a plan.”

The walk continued, reaching a stream of water. The two exchanged looks. “Through the river that separates worlds...Does that mean the magic is different here?” she wondered and took a tentative step forward. Next to the water were clumps and groups of zinnia blossoms amongst the black thorns.  Sebek’s hand tightened for a moment before letting out a breath, a puff of hot air against the cold air.

“There’s only one way to find out.” The two of them hopped over the stream and welcoming warmth washed over them, providing them with a moment of comfort. “It seems the influence of the king’s grandmother ends here.” Sebek says and lets go of her hand. “This magic feels more different, it’s more welcoming.”

“The king was a far cry from what his grandmother was since he was born after  the war ended.” He kneeled, taking a Zinnia blossom from the ground. “He focused on peace between worlds and wanted nothing more than for the world to feel peace.” The flower slipped on to her ear and her hair tucked behind it. The two stared at each other, his eyes crinkling into an emotion that was hard to read.

One of nostalgia and sadness; of happiness and bitterness.

“He sounds like a nice person.” She took his gloved hand when it held her cheek and somehow, that smile he had became even more broken. “...That’s what the books say.”

More and more flowers began appearing down the path, fireflies and butterflies floating about them, life poked through the large thorns that spread through the ground. A different world was in front of them, one that was kind, a world that was striving to break through the pain of the past.

“I read somewhere that the king fell in love with a human.” Sebek turned to her, eyes wide in surprise. “They met during his studies and they were inseparable. That is, until the human was cursed with an eternal slumber.” There was silence between them for a moment, a heavy silence. “It’s just speculation but...I think that was what drove the king to disappear, he couldn’t wake his lover up.”

A sigh then a chuckle, the green haired explorer bumped shoulders with her. “Despite the sombre tone, the sleeping spell reminds me of one of the king’s loyal guards. A swordsman so sleepy that he would sleep in the most darn places you could ever imagine.”

“Oh, he was the one who was raised to be the king’s guard since birth right?” Sebek nodded his head and looked on ahead. “No one could really explain why he would suddenly fall asleep but he was an expert with the sword. He even became the second swordsman’s mentor for a time.”

“I never heard much about the second guard.”

“He was the last to live in the villa before his majesty’s disappearance. Information about him is small as far as the books and articles say.”

“Sebek—”

They reached the cliff, the thorns large enough to step on. “Up the cliff of the dragon’s demise. We should be close to the castle. We can probably set up camp when we reach the top.” His partner looked up the cliff. The exhaustion she once felt suddenly disappeared. “It doesn’t look so bad. I think we can climb this in an hour!”

“Shhh!!!”

“Sorry.”

The climb to the top was indeed short, only taking a good hour to get to the top. The tent was set and fire was soon made as night began to creep in. Sebek poked the flame, adding more wood to keep the fire alive. “We should get some rest here...I know that you’re excited to find the villa but we should have enough energy to—”

Behind him, the woman was asleep and cuddled into her sleeping bag. The trek had taken a lot of her it seemed. Shaking his head, Sebek stood up and moved the sleeping back into the tent and for a moment, leaned down to nuzzle his nose to her forehead, making her stir. “Goodnight.”

Exiting the tent, he walked in the silence of the night to a place he knew he would find. A weathered tombstone came up in sight and wrapped around were the calcified remains of a sleeping dragon, the remains of his family, his master and his beloved bathed in the light of the moon.

“Master Malleus, I’m back.” He said, kneeling down in front of the stone, his eyes downcast at the silence that greeted him. “I have lost track of the centuries that have passed after you joined your beloved, my classmate, my very first friend in their eternal slumber.”

A sniffle and a sob left his quivering lips. “I remembered the day I yelled at you in anger. The day you said you wanted to do it out of love for them. Love. You felt such a fickle emotion, Master.”

The tears came, wetting the grass under him; flowers blooming in his state of mourning. “Master Lilia and Silver followed in your steps soon after. Both of them leaving for the world ahead never to be found again...And now,” He sniffled, rubbing his cheek “I’m the only one left.”

He closed his eyes. “You said that it was a wonderful feeling. Love. I never understood why a noble such as yourself would dwell on such things…But I understand now.” He remembers his partner, her laugh, the smile he always loved to see, the many adventures he’s spent with her.

He loved her. Very much.

“I understand what it means to feel love.” His swallowed another oncoming sob. “But alas, I was too late to tell you that you were right all this time.”

The stone did not move. Sebek sobbed, hunching over. It was only now that he felt the feeling of loneliness weigh down on his heart. “Please forgive me for my ignorance, Master Malleus.”

In the quiet castle, the second swordsman remained, his cries swallowed by the night and covered by looming clouds. There he mourned the passing of his companions, his family in the silence of the ruins he once called home.

[jae-canikeepyou]

| temporary | j.jh

pair: jaehyun x fem!reader

genre: angst?? idek what else to describe what i wrote (nonstop) but yeah idk you judge :D

a/n: i don’t want this to flop just because it’s sad hours.. jk! there’s 7.1k words down there but hey, angst could be good, but i don’t think this is well written because the structure writing’s meh. so aNywHo i hope what’s below could touch your heart? pls lmk! enjoy reading! ~j

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you hate this.

you hate the smell of some random sharp chemical scent stinging your nose, the bland flavours of each meal, the repeated uniform gowns put onto you like you were attending school again. well you were supposed to be until medical records showed you were sick. not dying but based on several incompatible matches and rejected cases to cure your condition, you knew the trail you stood on was heading there.

it was dreadful, knowing that the weeks turned to months— waiting sucked big time especially when you continuously had to cross out days without a specific date to look forward to.

“don’t worry y/n. this is all temporary.” was the only sentence your brother told you.

you hoped all this would be a hurdle to jump over, like another race to finish. running along the track line had its perks. you get to challenge yourself at the endurance you have while the time ticked and caused a rush of exciting adrenaline. the audience were cheering too. the downfall?

you were tired.

to the point you wanted to stop this illness so you wouldn’t have to suffer anymore. the track drawn out for you was neverending.

here’s the good part though,

jaehyun was with you all since the day you arrived, and cheering for you too— like your own personal health companion. the encounter with him was amusing now that you recalled it.

( three months ago )

you sat comfortably on the bed, still adjusting to the new yet familiar setting. “change into this gown, and i’ll assist you to the doctor once you’re done.” nurse kim, better known as jisoo, patted your shoulder before she tended to others in need.

“thank you.” you mouthed, throat still sore from crying because you didn’t want to be back in the hospital. though you really felt fatigue consuming you and energy was vacuumed out of your system, you forced yourself to change anyway.

not until your peripheral spotted a young man opposite from you stared at your body that was half way to exposing. he knew you were about to react, so he rushed to cover your mouth and managed to muffle out a scream trying to escape your lungs. “shhh! please don’t!” he pleaded and gosh how melodic his voice was for a baritone.

thank heavens this man was ethereal, or else you would’ve smacked him with your fists like any other stranger intrusion. he finally let go of you knowing you’ve calmed down. “hi? i’m sorry if i came off as perverted but i mean no harm! i’m friendly!”

“well hello friendly.” your sarcasm on point. “what are you doing in my side of the i.c.u.? there’s a curtain surrounding my corner and how did you get in here without my knowledge? i should be able to notice you either way.” you hugged your torso.

he crossed his arms at the tone of your voice. ”it’s jaehyun. my name’s jaehyun.” he corrected and sat at the end corner of the bed. “that’s kinda hard for me explain.”

“what’s hard to explain-”

“it’s like how it is to a math solution.” he said, his body adjacent to the window. “go on and change. i won’t look.”

you rolled your eyes and kicked him off of the bed. “ugh you’re a pain. i’ll be more assured if you’re out of here.” you took off your clothes and into the new fabric and observed his back figure. he had toned muscles denting slightly under his denim pajamas and white home slippers. he didn’t leave, just kept his word by not peeping at you.

the bed creaked softly alerting him of your finished action. “ah, you’re done!” he exclaimed and turned around in interest.

“what business do you have here if i may ask?” you went to the extent of covering yourself with another pillow.

jaehyun hummed as he rubbed his chin, dimples hollowing and prominent stubbs pricked his fingers. “i’m looking for something i left. it’s a keychain.”

“couldn’t you just go to the lost and found section?” you asked, shooing him away while you scrolled down your phone. again he didn’t leave. “how long are you staying?”

a sly grin crept his face. he leaned closer to you as if he were to kiss you. “as long as you want me to-”

“gross!” you slapped him but he read your actions, stopping your from pursuing. “just find the damn item and leave!”

“fine sheesh.” he shrugged and began searching it under the bed, crawling around to see if it was there.

boredom soon came and you tried to clear your mind from what just happened. you went to the camera icon to take a picture of him to show to your best friend. the viewfinder captured his fluffy hair, side profile with his dimples stapled to his cheeks. his lips were pursed and brows were scrunched. as you sent it, you laid back inclined to the bed, waiting for him to say ‘eureka!’ or ‘found it!’.

but he said neither.

your phone dinged soon enough that your eyes widened.

[09:03] yuna: did you see a cockroach crawling again? if yes then you’re a bad photographer 😆

you let out a long “ha?” and jaehyun looked up to see your face as sour as it could get. “what’s wrong?” he asked and sat next to you as if you both were close already. his face turned blank when his eyes looked at the phone, and he knew you saw his change of expression.

“this is what i mean it’s hard to explain.”

there was a long silence and then it hit you. it wasn’t sheer panic bubbling your lungs or fear overpowering your mind. more of a fascinated shock of a revelation. “y-you you’re—”

jaehyun smiled embarrassingly, scratching the nape of his neck. “yeah.. i’m a—”

“a ghost.” “an angel.”

“what? no! i’m not a ghost!” he shifted on the bed, furthering away from you at the comment. “ghosts haunts people. angels protects people.” his hand gestures explaining his current identity was hilarious.

the phone was on low power mode so when it dimmed, you tapped on the screen, the picture you took show no one but the floor and the bed’s corner. and you haven’t laughed in a while, this jaehyun was entertaining when he defended. “pretty sure that’s not how i encountered you earlier. you scared me.” you raised a teasing brow.

“it really wasn’t my intention.”

the sigh he let out made you laugh more, his surrendering whine would stay in your head forever. “were your wings removed, jaehyun?” you asked. “can other people see you? or am i the only one who can see you? oh wait. this is a million dollar question.” you brought your hands together and he definitely wasn’t amused. “are you even alive?”

he flicked your forehead and you swore there was a red mark on it. “yes. yes—well only children— yes. and.. no.“ he said softly, the latter expressed in sorrow and his shoulders slouched low. “i woke up at the rooftop of the hospital one day because of this soft blanket hugging my back, they were my wings. i knew i wasn’t alive anymore. so when i came to accept it days after, i wanted to try out flying around the city and jumped off the hospital grounds and i fell instead of flying.”

“pfft! what you get from trying out something you ain’t familiar with, fallen angel.” you covered your mouth in realisation but jaehyun wasn’t agreeing with your assumption. “literally you are?”

“i’m not that type of angel. maybe i have some unfinished business, i don’t know. but i’d like to think i’m an angel!”

you hummed, convinced enough at this event. “ah maybe because you left your keychain? that’s counted as unfinished.”

another strong flick numbed your forehead. “no? we can’t bring stuff to heaven.” he gurgled at your innocence. “you’re going to help me find the solution to gain my earthly memories and my unfinished business so i can go to the other side.” jaehyun held your hands, the grip strong yet soft all at the same time.

“why me?” you exchanged looks from him and the view outside. “i’m no expert in this field.”

jaehyun’s eyes twinkled; not in awe but in desperation. “you are the only person who can help me. i can’t rely on children because.. they’re children and they’re so young.”

well that’s common sense, y/n.

“i’ll help.” not knowing why you agreed, but your heart just ache for this beautiful man. he couldn’t remember how he passed, he seemed desperate too, and needed someone to talk to. maybe you could fill in that role before the time came for him.

“thank you!” he had his fists clenched, twirling around as he yelled out the window. “i haven’t gotten your name yet.” his hands fell faintly onto yours, almost a tingly feeling.

“y/n.” you took his hand for a shake, holding onto it dearly. “i’m y/n, nice to meet yo-”

suddenly, his lips kissed the area where he flicked you. “well my dear y/n..” he smiled. “..consider this contract signed. there are conditions, but we can discuss that later.”

life in the hospital starting today wouldn’t be too boring. he stood beside the bed with the most starstriking smile you’ve ever seen, celebrating his awaited desire. you befriended jaehyun and he wasn’t a patient or part of the medical staff. he looked at you with bliss; the sun illuminated from behind him and that really confirmed it..

no, he wasn’t a ghost. he was indeed a spirit.

or angel. he’ll probably prefer that way.

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your brother became more protective than he usually was. straight to the hospital for you was added to his tight schedule and even then he was able to find time to care for you despite that. if you were to talk about the best big brother in the world, he was definitely the first place even in another life.

“guess who’s here.” taeyong cooed and pulled the curtains as he entered your area in the i.c.u. he found it strange when you didn’t greet him with your handshake nor a smile.

he sighed quite heavily at the bowl prepared for you, it turned cold and he placed his bags on the chair beside you. “hey kiddo, you have to eat something, yea?” he brushed your strands away to see your welling eyes looking at the distance outside. the window was the only thing separating you and the world.

most of all, your social life.

taeyong looked back to the day at campus two years ago; he remembered how he rushed to the university clinic after his lecture, stumbling as his legs gave in seeing you with the same pained expression. he should be used to the sight, but each time you end up in a place he never wanted you to be in, it was like seeing it for the first time.

he also remembered how his eyes trailed to your arms that rubbed your mid back. the nurses calming you with words of encouragement that you’d be fine. you didn’t like how you caused him so much worry, maybe one more push he’d be exploding into flames because you weren’t getting any better.. or probably he’d lose some hair because of the stress.

“i.. don’t want to eat.” you weakly pushed the tray on the mini table above your thighs. “i’m sick of this place and i’m sick of being sick. i just wanna go home.”

he knew that certain voice you have which made his heart sunk, but he knew you too well that you missed his cooking. “i know, but it’s short-lived, your condition is curable and you staying here is temporary.”

uh-huh.. that word again.

“and i made you these.” the cushion of the bed lowered due to his weight, making you shift to him. “fried corndogs. added a little twist to it with johnny’s help with the sauce. eat it before nurse jisoo arrives.”

at the corners of your eyes, jaehyun’s lips puckered at the sight of food. this caused you to save a box for him. you gave him a wink and set that aside. you could feel his figure arching to sit next to you as he began eating his share.

“you’re more afraid of her than i am.” you teased taeyong, finally smiling. “get her number already or else i’ll tell her how you’ve been crushing on her since forever.”

“forever’s an exaggeration, sis.” taeyong picked the stick and handed it to you. “it’s only been three months.”

“and three months means your cowardice is really preventing you from doing that.” the crunch from the dish made him tickle you in all vulnerable places and you rolled your eyes remembering the warning of your body’s strength exertion.

jaehyun nodded in agreement, licking the mustard that stained his fingers. “yeah, that’s a coward right there. can i give him lessons?” he stated, and you nearly choked in giggles.

taeyong then checked his watch, pecking you a kiss which got you forming questions at the back of your head. “oh the time.”

you gently placed the devoured stick into the box and dove in other sticks for seconds— or thirds. “you’re leaving? you just got here.”

he gave a wink and tugged the curtains. “not yet. i’m doing what you suggested me to do.” he gestured his palms, indicating that he would attempt to actually get her number. “she’s gonna be off duty in five. later honey.”

focused on the meal, you waved at him as you continued eating. jaehyun scooted closer to you. both enjoyed the meal and he hummed a song; something he would do when his palate craved food from the world. “i still find it unbelievable that taeyong couldn’t see me.” he giggled while the crisp sound of the batter synchronised with yours.

“you mean how you’re finally able to eat actual food each time he comes here.” your voice almost bursting into laughs of mockery, but held them in since jaehyun has been helping you as well. he nudged you gently and ever so sweetly, a toast cheer from your meals.

“yeah, but it’s because we have connection y/n, i’m able to eat solid food. so thank you.”

being locked in an all white room prevented you from going outside, that was fine since jaehyun was there with you, you wouldn’t be that bored. the pact you created with him was so simple that you could memorise it in a second. his requests were you both would be together everyday, cater to each other’s needs, eat and watch some series he missed out or discontinued.

and in the three months being with him, days were getting better. he actually knocked down the walls of your thoughts of hopelessness, encouraged you during your sad hours and hyped you up when you have some rehabilitation sessions. medical staffs were shocked that for someone whose condition was clearly on the verge, the will to live was written all over you.

jaehyun appreciated the ideas you’ve given him; memories or events that he might’ve forgotten, or any category he used to love like sports / music. he mentioned he knew how his family looked like, but not their names nor his home address. so he couldn’t visit them. though there was little progress and countless of bickers regarding the matter, you both were getting somewhere on each ends. and in the midst of it, you had each other as support.

“does your family or ancestors have some kind of gift?” he sunk down with you at the inclined bed rest. “while taeyong might not have it, you do?”

“maybe, but i’m not sure. we don’t talk about these things.. of the unknown, ghosts and spirits and-” your jaw dropped when he bit the remaining half of the corn dog from the stick you held. “jaehyun!”

“how many times do i have to tell you i’m a guardian angel?” he immediately rebutted your clumsy referral while chewing deliciously. “specifically yours, so don’t deny my role for you.”

your heart skipped beats. the claim he just did was heartwarming, and it was the first he said anything nice since your introductions months prior. “w-who said you’re my a-angel?” you batted your lashes.

jaehyun pointed at himself and disappeared to somewhere you do not know where he’d go considering he wasn’t familiar within the city. at night it was always like this, at 8pm sharp, he’d leave without saying goodbye, leaving you alone. then he would return the next day, greeting you with the same smile. maybe being an angel had its curfew too?

but as the sun rose the following morning and the colours merged into the prettiest pair the city ever witnessed, jaehyun anticipated the minute he sees your eyes slowly opening then adjusting to the light of the day. your calm beauty had him awestruck. he never felt this way before, more so, it was the first since he became a spirit.

come on come on come on, he stared at the hand of the clock, just one more second—

“hey.” he froze once he heard you and hesitated to turn around. “this is a new look on you.”

jaehyun shyly did so anyway, ears red that his planned surprise for you ended up failing. “do you like it?”

the long hums of your morning voice was more nerve-wrecking than waiting for the time to reach its end. “like? i love it! you look fresh!” you complemented him in all honesty.

until today, he wore the same denim pj’s and lets not question whether he does change. what struck you was that he wore a simple white tshirt with denim jeans, pairing them with a brown suede ankle boots. that wasn’t the key point of his fashion today.

rather, he topped his attire with costumed angel set; a halo and wings. when a proud smirk appeared, it got to you that he was really handsome. “sweet. oh i got you breakfast.” he tossed two sandwiches, carefully wrapped yet your nose could smell its delish filling.

“thanks.” you accepted them. “i didn’t know angels have their allowances.”

“we don’t. i used your cash.” jaehyun said, playing with the change coins. he flinched for cover, your hands in attempt to hit him.

you pinched his cheeks with the support of his hollowed dimples. “i told you to tell me if you’re going shopping with my money! is the costume included too?”

“i was supposed to but it seemed like you were having a nice dream!” he poked your forehead and there was no chance to fight back because for one, it was part of the contract. “and i’m sure it’s a nice one..” he trailed off, pointing at the small drools on your pillow.

his dimples started to show and you couldn’t resist its existence. “be thankful you’re really cute. anyway, did you ask children to do it for you again?”

jaehyun scratched the nape of his neck. “yes, and i treated them in return. who are you texting?” he hovered over you.

your lips straightened to a flat line. “i’m talking with jinho. he said he’s coming but you know men, they sometimes break promises. he’s probably not going to come again today.”

jaehyun didn’t know why his heart squeezed, if it was for how you were treated unfairly or if it was just him. he wasn’t in the position to feel this way towards you. yet because it was you— someone he spent three months with— he thought maybe it was normal to have such feelings. he visits you every single day, cared for you, be with you when your boyfriend not once ever did.

the thing was, did he have the right to keep these unexplainable bubbles of emotions in his gut? it wasn’t like you belonged with him anyway. just why did jaehyun hate it when your lips utter jinho’s name when he never acted like your beloved?

“why are you still with him when he doesn’t show affection for you?” jaehyun pat your head in comfort.

“maybe because i love him.” you typed on the screen to message him, yet stopped a while when he said those words. he was right, if jinho truly loved you, he’d be here already. so you stayed silent instead and divert the conversation. “oh this can help your memory! about love! did you perhaps have a girl-”

*zing!* sharp stings pierced and came to jaehyun’s temples like arrows.

he held the pain in as he didn’t want to worry you. “i’m gonna head out for a bit, y’know fresh air.” he swallowed his own saliva, hoping you didn’t hear it. he didn’t mean to be rude and disappear at you like that. his chest squeezed again at the thought of you with someone else.

he didn’t know what love felt like until now.

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it was unexpected.

jaehyun never imagined he would fall for you so soon, or ever thought of you nothing more than a friend who’d help him go to the other side. if he had to describe the relationship you both have, that’d merely be a boss-client kind of thing. yet he still knew that there was a connection despite him not being human anymore. there were frequent playful nudges and he waited half a year to be able to communicate with people. you were special.

special in a way that you treated him like he was alive again. you didn’t care about whether people would give you stares as your silhouette seemed like you were talking to yourself or someone they couldn’t see in the naked eye, or how nurse jisoo and taeyong would ask why you didn’t eat all of your meal only to save the other half for him. he was spoiled by you, where it was supposed to be the way around. sometimes he wondered if he was the right angel to look after you. in the end, it was him who initiated the contract and you complied without hesitations.

as if he were to watch a movie— except he wasn’t— pictures flashed before his vision, from a blurred quality to a clearer one. it was short, yet it was not enough to tell him what they were. maybe it was a memory, but he couldn’t put the scenes together.

he rubbed his eyes and felt the light gust of wind from children running through him with a ball in their hands.

then another fragment came to his sight, the sting of his temples ache like ones in the room. bright lights from the memory have blinded his eyes before it was replaced by the sun’s rays.

what the heck? he thought.

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jaehyun kicked the stones that were separated from the cracked concrete ground. the way the stones rolled was identical to his churning stomach. he wondered how you were doing and later smiled to himself when he saw you waving at him from your window.

his palms were brought out to wave back except your lips didn’t utter his name. it was jinho, who happened to behind him; holding flowers.

of course.

he forgot about it for while; you have a boyfriend.

by this time he started to question if angels or spirits actually do have feelings; romantically. televisions never specified this fact. taeyong appeared in his field of view, who successfully asked jisoo out on a date. since when did hospitals served as a love spot? clearly his mood changed, but seeing you noticing him and waved at him, he decided to apologise for cutting you off earlier.

and he wished he shouldn’t have entered the i.c.u, from the door entrance the curtains were slid to the bedside. you were embraced in his arms, held onto dearly. he saw the tears rolling down your cheeks. a bouquet of flowers wrapped around your fingers. not wanting to intrude or ruin the moment, he turned around to give you space. it was your personal life after all.

he thought that maybe if he were alive, would things turn out differently if he met you? he would probably treated you better if ever.

jaehyun leaned against the door frame of the i.c.u. the human him would tell him he was definitely heartbroken witnessing that. he was supposed to be happy for you; you were improving mentally, recovering physically even if it was slow. your boyfriend finally visited you.

speaking of the said person, he felt jinho’s figure leaving the room, brushing past and through him. so he looked back at you, who was staring at him with a weak smile.

were you okay?

then tears brimmed at the edge of your eyes.

yeah, you definitely weren’t okay.

“y/n?” jaehyun called out and approached your bed, being the curtains to a close and sitting beside you afterwards. “what’s wrong? why did jinho leave so soon?” he pointed.

your face went pale and though ordinary people would know it was due to the illness, jaehyun knew it was about something else. he held your hands, pulling you gently for a hug. it was still funny if you think about it; how you could hug an angel physically. “we called quits. it was mutual though, don’t be too shocked.” you fixed your chin onto his shoulder and felt him tense at the revelation.

“why? you wanted him to come over and he did. you should be happy.” jaehyun stared into your swollen eyes, cupping your jaw to wipe the fallen tears away. “he gave you flowers, hugged you.. what’s lacking?”

“that wasn’t a normal hug.. it was a parting one. jinho told me he couldn’t take it.” you began, leaning more into his touch. “he doesn’t like that he’s incapable of helping me get through all this. seeing me suffering was too much for his heart.”

jaehyun’s fists balled and you could see them shaking. his eyes turned darker the more you explained. “so he was thinking of himself more than he thought of you?” his tone raised and you flinch at the volume. “where’s the mutual in that, y/n? you agreed to his selfishness even if you’re hurting so much?”

“it is mutual jae.” you sniffed, sitting up properly to expound further. “for the past three months i’ve been wanting him to come here because i wanted to break up with him. i wanted to tell him that he should get used to..” your voice trembling and jaehyun held you close. “..that he should get used to not having me around anymore. i fell out of love. so if there’s anyone who’s selfish, it’s me.”

“what.. are you saying?..” he asked softly. “it sounds like you’re giving up.” referring to your existence around the people you love. “are you giving everything up? all we did to improve your condition?”

a sob escaped your lips and you covered your face because you couldn’t look at him in the eye as you answer. you didn’t like to appear weak to him than you already were. “jaehyun, when you disappeared, the doctors came and said there was no kidney donor. it’s finalised. they’ve contacted local and overseas hospitals and none were of my match. i’m getting sicker each day and i really appreciate the motivation you’ve given me and there’s nothing left in my soul to fight any longer.”

“no no no no. please me tell me you’re not serious, y/n.” he begged. “tell me that you’re going to rethink about it and have the will to live. tell me that what we both signed up for will not go in vain. we worked hard together. we helped each other, we went through thick and thin. tell me that your decision is not permanent.”

“and what? you’re going to tell me my condition’s temporary too? if yes then you’re just like taeyong and nurse kim jisoo.” you laid back down and stared at the window.

jaehyun was about to speak when you started to sniff again. “everything that’s happening to me is always temporary.. nothing ever stays.. no one ever stays.. taeyong’s visits are limited, my personal nurse is always busy.. and what hurts me the most is that our time together is temporary too. soon enough you’ll go to the other side.. you’re only the friend i have now.”

“hey..” he cooed and now laying down beside you, wrapping you in his arms as you sunk more onto his chest. “..don’t say that. i-i’m still here.” even if he said that, jaehyun knew that that was false; that day would actually come, he just didn’t know when.

you turned to face him and hugged him tightly, sleep starting to get to your system. “when i met you, you became more of a boyfriend than jinho ever did.”

he caressed your back and you could feel the vibrations from his soft laughs. “look, i’m sure jinho did his best to be your boyfriend. and if i was your boyfriend.. well you’re talking about a guy who hasn’t gotten a single clue of who he is nor have his memories returned. my unfinished business is still a blank page. it may look temporary now but i guarantee you, i know you’ll have that new transplant, it’ll be-”

“that will never come.. i’m dying, jaehyun.”

jaehyun hummed in disagreement. he was fuming but he tried his best not to show it, that will contradict with his role of being your guardian angel. “tsk, say anything further i’m really gonna flick your forehead.”

you chuckled since it reminded you about the first day. “i mean, if i don’t make it, that would mean i get to be with you. it’s not temporary anymore, right?”

he bursted in scoffs of disbelief and you could tell he was playing around at the same time. “what? do you wanna be with me so much?” he questioned, flicking your forehead. “i wouldn’t mind having a side kick though.”

“i’m kidding, but truth to be told, you’re the best angel anyone could ask for.” you fixed the crooked halo headband for him. “no wonder children loves angels.”

“you’re acknowledging i’m an angel now, huh?” he messed your hair. “if children loves angels, what about you?”

*zing!* jaehyun shut his eyes closed. an unclear image of him locking his phone; its wallpaper of him and his parents.

tsk why am i feeling this again—

“i’ll say yes if that’s what you want to hear.” you challenged. jaehyun squinted his eyes open, to you it was pretty obvious it was what he wanted to hear.

jaehyun pinched your cheeks to awake you from reality, once again setting the memory aside. “we can’t date. i don’t want to be a rebound.” he stuck out his tongue, making you mirror the same. “you’re human, i’m an angel.”

“technically a ghost but i’ll take it as a self-proclaimed angel.” you shrugged, a curve appearing at the corners of your lips. “anyway, should we continue watching-”

the curtains separated which made you and jaehyun jolt in shock. “y/n!”

taeyong’s voice echoed the room, glad that most patients were asleep and he threw himself onto the bed. jaehyun got up, letting your brother hug you. “they were wrong!” he cried in tears of joy.

“they messed up your records. your condition was identical with another patient’s!”

you saw jaehyun giving him a look you think would pass as a meme. “what is he saying?” he asked.

“what are you saying?” you blinked several times at his shaking hands and hoarse hiccups.

“you have a donor!” he exclaimed.

jaehyun’s smile grew and as he walked towards you, he held your hands to squeeze them in congratulatory. “well, what did i say y/n? told you it’ll come.”

the pain on his temples faded it always did, but it was something he experienced quite often in the past days. he couldn’t figure what it was.

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almost everyone in the room observed how anxious you were, the fiddles of your fingers and the constant biting of your lips that they could bleed any moment now. you were moved to a new room and jaehyun poked your cheek to gain your attention and to snap out of your daydream. a satisfied grin plastered on his face when your eyes locked into his.

you thought maybe the heavens probably heard his words. last week, he did say the transplant would come, and it did. soon later, you would be having an operation; a new kidney to function. you waited for this for so long that just thinking about it, you’d probably cry again.

seeing jaehyun stare into the panorama of the city before him had your chest tightening. it wasn’t good nor bad..maybe you were just nervous that the reality of all this was actually happening. he was glowing compared to most days; and it’s not due to the sun adding extra illumination to his figure. it was like the first day, his greeting was awkward but it became something you’d never forget.

the medical staff left after briefing you, injecting anaesthesia so you could meet your slumber. taeyong messaged he would try to arrive as soon as he could, and you were assured by the time the operation’s done. now the room was silent, all you could hear was jaehyun’s shoes clicking on the marbled floor. his hands grabbing yours to comfort you.

“scared?” he asked with faint dimples trying to boast. you nodded. “you shouldn’t be. you’ve waited for this for so long. everything’s gonna turn out fine for you. and i’m here, guarding you as usual.”

you wrapped your arms around his neck, and he responded by holding your waist, sinking in deeper into the embrace. “i’m not scared now. i don’t know how different it’d be if i hadn’t met you- well, you introduced yourself first before i did, so..”

your eyelids suddenly began to drop, the drug soon kicking in. “y/n, when you come out of that room, only half of the contract’s completed. there’s still mine to go.” he said, laying you gently on the bed.

“i know. it’s just everything seems to happen so fast.” you admitted sadness, because that always was in your head since the news broke to you.

“do you have any questions before you sleep?” jaehyun propped his elbow onto the side table, fascinated how you were still trying to keep yourself awake just to converse with him. “about me. because who knows if you would remember me once you’re conscious again.”

“why would i forget my angel?” you giggled, eyes closing. “hm.. i was going to ask you this but you ditched me haha.”

“oops. sorry about that.” embarrassed, jaehyun rubbed his chin just recalling that day.

“i wanna know if you knew how love felt like. do you remember?”

*zing!* red lights circled around in a container orbit, its center rotating as if it was signalling.

jaehyun was stunned and out of words for a while. the same feeling came flushing to him as you both talked about love before. of course he knew what love was. you made him remember. love was like sailing on a boat at the open ocean before stumbling upon something so beautiful that you couldn’t take your eyes off of. “yeah i do. why?”

although you felt that you’re close to drifting to dreamland, an urge in you wanted to tell him why. “because you asked me if i ‘love’ you.”

*zing!* the clock striked 8. it doubled and tripled in vision, moving in a static way.

jaehyun felt dizzy and nauseous. please just stop..

holding the stinging pain in and ignoring it, he leaned closer. “do you now?” he asked, a sly smile creeping his mouth. “if you’re to ask me, i do love *zing* you.” he heard you manage to let out a giggle. “i love to enlighten you when you’re down. i love talking with you and stealing your food. basically just everything about you.”

“hm, same. like platonic love.” your hands find your hold his.

“mhm. platonic.. lo-” he paused due to the continuous throbbing, and gave you a little squeeze despite the hurt he had been feeling recently. hesaw how you didn’t reply, your breaths heaving softly and calmly. his smile broke out as this always happened whenever you held onto him.

what he couldn’t say out loud was that what he felt for you the entire time wasn’t a platonic love.

he really loves you like you’re his.

—

heavy pain awoke you from unconsciousness. you tried to open your eyes without letting the light blinding them. the first person you saw was taeyong and jisoo, their bodies almost covering your pan of view. your eyes craved to see jaehyun, your chest drummed fast when you couldn’t.

taeyong looked worried, brushing the strands from your face. “are you okay? do you feel any pain?” his palms caressed your face.

you didn’t answer, yet the tears wanting to fall have met its end. jisoo quickly left to find the surgeon and taeyong followed to fill in paperwork. where was jaehyun? why wasn’t he here with you? he always appear before you as soon as your eyes flutter open. you were so used to seeing his face and that you were assured he’d be there.

more than two hours have passed and jaehyun still hasn’t shown himself. so far into the day, you’ve eaten porridge, changed a new set of clothes, had a few conversations with taeyong and jisoo, and watched the series alone. even then you waited for him to come. now you were left alone briefly again. you tried to sit up or incline the bed.

“if you needed help, call my name. did you forget me already?” jaehyun’s body assisted yours by acting as a support. “you shouldn’t move too much, y/n.”

jaehyun felt his torso like he was hugged by a koala. “i thought you’re gone. i didn’t see you when i woke up..” your voice soft and hoarse.

“i was here the whole time, behind jisoo and taeyong.” he said, puzzled by how late you noticed him.

“stay with me for a while.” you requested, and he followed. “i love how you’re always here.”

again, sharp stings hit his temples. fragments of past memories came flushing to him. they were still monotone, but this time they were clear enough to see what they were trying to portray. was it how he passed? there were people pumping his chest, people holding his hands dearly.

even without seeing his face, you could feel jaehyun was uncomfortable. he didn’t know why the pain was frequent. “is something bothering you, jaehyun?” you pulled away, and you were shocked to see him switching from solid to translucent; like he was flickering. “hey, why are you-” you reached out for him, but your hands failed to hold his. they passed through him like he was gas. you couldn’t feel him anymore.

“y/n..” jaehyun gave a painful look, something you’ve never seen before. “i think i’m fading.”

you arched your brows and lips parted at that certain sentence you thought you’d hear in the far future. “why? our contract is not done yet.” you replied, still attempting to at least touch him again. “we have yet to find your unfinished business.”

jaehyun knew what this meant. he knew what was happening. he felt stupid for not telling you sooner. “maybe it’s already revealed, i just haven’t acknowledged it.” he saw his limbs flickering then fading, taking turns of the two. he was worried, but he somehow felt safe.

it was hard to understand what he was trying to say. each word that came out of his lips were shooting your heart like daggers. you clenched your clothes by the buttons of your pajamas, tears forming then falling. “w-what do you mean? are you leave-” you quivered though you didn’t want to show it. “how long have you known?..” the reality of it now seeping into you.

“i’ve known and realised it for a week now.” he said, forcing his lips to smile, to appear unaffected. “whenever the word ‘love’-” he groaned at the pain again, bending down slowly. “..’love’ is mentioned, i feel this rush of mixed pain and happiness. i think it’s related to what i have left here on earth.”

“i knew you were acting strange, but i thought it was nothing because you’d looked fine.” you asked, trying to get off the bed to go to him. you wanted him to explain further because none of what he said was processing in your brain right now. “you seemed fine..”

“the reason why you could see me was because you’re the person who will make me remember what love is.” he held your face, and all you felt was a tingling feeling from his touch. “when i was alive.. i was a stubborn boy who only cared about himself. i never had a relationship, never appreciated the love my parents given me.”

“if you remember all this.. did your memory show you how you.. died?” you looked at him and he gave a smile, almost a parting one.

“yeah.. it was the first hint.. i was late for my basketball championship match. i was texting my parents to come to the game while crossing the street.” jaehyun chuckled, a bitter one and people could tell if they actually heard him. “i saw i was rushed to the ambulance, the sirens alerting everyone.. i was wheeled into the e.r.. i guess you know what happened next.”

then he broke down, arms bringing to his face. “..i couldn’t tell mom and dad i love them..” jaehyun weakly came forward, pulling you into his embrace. it was confusing that he could touch you, but you couldn’t. no matter how much you wanted to give him comfort like he use to do with you. he held onto you, as if he didn’t want to let you go.

“why didn’t you tell me what you’ve been feeling? why tell me now, jaehyun?” you tried to cup his face but to no avail they still went through it. you’re practically begging him to give you reasons why he had to hide it from you.

the shakiness his pupils did have shown he was scared. “i didn’t want you to feel sad about me. that’ll only destroy the joy from the news you received.”

your palms dropped to your thighs, breaths hitching and let out uncontrollable muted gasps. “i am sad now! i’m sad that you’re leaving me-”

his touch calmed you. “i never really got to say this because all we ever did was to support each other but.. i really, deeply, from the bottom of my heart.. thank you, y/n. you taught me how to love again, in the little things and..”

“jaehyun..” you sighed heavily and eventually cried with him, heart tugging your strings until they snapped.

“..and maybe that’s my unfinished business.” his smile was definitely forced.

and you did the same. “i’m glad i was able to help.. i’m glad you’re able to find what love is. but if you could love a person again, i’m sure they’re very lucky.”

hearing him let out hurtful laugh and sniffs became often as you told those words. “you are lucky you’re loved by an angel. i told you i love you, right?” his arms went through your body, then his entire body moved back like he was magnetised to something he waited for.

it was time.

you felt the same kiss on the forehead for the final time.

he saw how you wailed, craving for his embrace, like a child looking for a mother’s touch. what ached him was that you couldn’t see him anymore. the cries became louder, taeyong ran to you, thinking you were still hurt from the operation. he was an angel, he should be strong for you but all he felt was

hurt.

he shouldn’t have left your side at night. he should’ve stuck with you like glue. he wanted to spend longer time with you.

what hurt him the most was he should’ve known that three months was temporary.

your eyes caught sight of the man you stayed with you. because of him, you got to find out a lot about yourself when you were vulnerable, things that had to be dug deep in order to find that hidden gem. in the past minute you couldn’t see him. but now he was floating in the air, glowing more than usual. you smiled painfully because he still wore that stupid halo and wings, and the letters you’ve written that you hoped he wouldn’t see but he actually did.

taeyong and jisoo’s words of comfort did nothing on you, as you saw your angel jaehyun drifting further away from you. you reached out for him and he did so too and,

he smiled for the final time, tears visible and they rolled down his cheeks. “i love you, y/n. so so much.”

you cried harder and clenched onto taeyong, not caring whether it hurt him or not. your brother gave a confused look, shocked to see how much your frail body exert such sorrow.

“me too.” you wanted to tell him, yet it wasn’t close to a whisper.

you hate this.

you hate that the only person you’ve just grown to love departed from the tip of your wavering fingers.

you hate the word temporary.

[smol-and-grumpy]

Cross My Heart - CH.04

Pairing: Bodyguard!Dean x Reader; Chuck Shurley x Reader

Summary: After opening up a letter, the life as she knows it, changes forever. Her husband hires Dean Winchester to protect her but is Dean really who he said he was? And is her husband really worried about her safety?

Warnings: Angst, fluff, some relief of the tension, maybe?

WC: 2720

SERIES MASTERLIST

Dean’s been gone for over an hour now and she starts to worry. He told her that he’ll only be away an hour, tops.

There had been sounds of motorcycles around the cabin all the time. She begins to think that there’s a popular excursion site or something close to here and she realizes that they’re not excluded as she first thought they would be.

She’s panicking because she’s slowly but surely losing her mind. With every sound of a motorcycle, she jumps up, thinking it’s Dean.

How fucking stupid of him to leave her alone. 

There’s another one that stopped close to the cabin. And then it’s like it only dawns on her now. What if the people who are after her have motorcycles too? What if they use it to confuse her?

She goes to the kitchen, grabs a knife and waits by the front door. She hears footsteps coming closer.

Her heart’s beating out of her chest.

The door opens and she holds the knife up, is fucking ready to attack.

“Woah, hey, it’s me!” Dean holds his hands up in defense when he sees her, one of them still clutching a bag of groceries, “What happened, why are you so agitated?”

She drops the knife as tears start to pool in her eyes. Her vision gets cloudy.

It’s Dean. Oh god, it’s Dean.

“I’m scared,” She admits, “There were so many motorcycles driving around here. I thought maybe the people who are after me were driving one too?”

“Hey,” Dean lets the bag drop to the floor and pulls her to his chest, she cries some more, even if she doesn’t want to, “Shhh, I’m here okay? I won’t let anything bad happen to you.” 

She wraps her arms around his waist, and it’s good. Good to cry. She hasn’t done that in a while now.

“I’m sorry, I won’t leave you alone anymore.” Dean mumbles his big hand is stroking her back, one wraps tightly around her shoulder. The sound of his voice rumbles in his chest.

“You won’t?” She sniffs into his shirt.

“No,”

“Promise?”

“Cross my heart,” Dean says before he starts to chuckle, “Just how much damage you thought you could have done with that knife?” 

“Hey! It’s a knife alright? I could have stabbed you!” She looks up to him, they still stand there, intertwined.

“It’s a butter knife!” Dean is laughing. His whole body shakes.

“It’s still a knife and I could have hurt you.” She says it with a pout.

“Of course,” Dean agrees and then it’s like he remembers that he’s standing there hugging her, so he lets go, brushes at her face with the pad of his thumb and swipes away the tears. His thumb brushes further down against her bottom lip and he leaves it there for a short moment while he stares at her.

“You’re cute with that knife. Not scary at all.” He says warmly and turns away, lets go of her and picks his bag and knife up from the floor before he walks towards the kitchen. 

 *

 Chuck called after they ate and Dean put him on speaker. 

Her husband only asks if Dean has everything under control to which Dean takes a little offense and says that of course he does, all while the creases on his forehead are deepening. She thinks Dean’s not very happy that someone is questioning his professionalism. He takes his job very seriously, she can see that, and maybe she’s a little disappointed about it.

He also only said hello to Y/N very briefly and then went on about how hard it was to get the blood and the stink of the blood out of his house.

Even Dean frowns by the sheer amount of apathy Chuck shows towards her, to which she could only shrug with raised eyebrows, as if she tells him with her eyes, see that’s how much he really cares about me, in case he didn’t believe her before.

After the phone call Dean goes out to work on his car and she joins him. How can she not, she has literally nothing else to do.

Dean showed her a bookshelf in the cabin which contained an impressively large amount of books and she first tried to read something but couldn’t concentrate for long. 

She wanders out and Dean again has his head bowed and under the hood of his car.

Standing back, she admires the view. It’s a nice one, honest to god.

He only wears a simple black shirt and his jeans are bordering on a little too tight, not that she minds. She can see the muscle of his back moving as he works under the hood of his car. It gets her all worked up and she has to bite down on her lips so as not to make a sound.

Dean’s indeed strong and big. His hands are capable, can easily handle tools and even a weapon, and his fingers are deftly working on fixing up his car. 

Y/N wonders what else they’re capable of. She can’t help but feel a rush of blood to her head when she thinks back to how he held her in his arms. Thinks back to how easy it would have been, to pull him down, to kiss him. She’s imagining how he could have easily lift her up, could have easily pressed her against the next surface and kissed her stupid. 

A voice pulls her out of her trance.

“Are you staring at my ass?”

She turns red, “No?”

Y/N walks closer until she’s standing next to him and Dean turns to her. She can see the amused look on his face when he sees that she’s blushing.

“Liar,” He scoffs and braces both his hands on his car, “What are you doing out here again?”

She doesn’t answer. Wouldn’t know what to answer except that she’s bored but he already knows that anyway. 

Dean exhales and tilts his head to hers again, “You know, you would make my job so much easier if you’d listen to what I say.”

“Well, I guess you have to be more picky for your next job then,” She just shrugs and she can swear that she sees him smirk before his face goes back to being unreadable again. 

“Can I help?” She asks and Dean eyes her up and down.

“You wanna get your hands dirty?” 

“What? Do you think I can’t? I’m not a princess, Dean.” She takes the wrench, waves it around.

Dean has to hide his grin and raises an eyebrow, “Your husband isn’t exactly paying me to get you dirty.”

It sounds so wrong and Dean has to cough to cover the embarrassment. 

She smiles, flashes him her teeth, “Oh, you can see it as a tip to your pay. I can get even dirtier.” She winks, for good measure, and continues to fix the screw Dean was working on before.

They spent the afternoon fixing his car, but most of the time, she’s watching him. Can’t help it. He’s quite easy on the eye, that’s for sure. He might not know it, but when he’s deep in concentration, he’ll frown and the tip of his tongue peaks put to rest at the corner of his mouth. She thinks it’s adorable.

Dean slams the hood of his car down to signal that they’re finished.

“Thanks,” Dean smiles, “You really helped a lot. Not afraid to get your hands dirty, huh?” She might be wrong but she can hear the admiration in his voice.

“Nope,” Her face is flushed and she’s beaming. She feels really good because finally, she feels that she matters, that she can be useful for something.

He looks at her, a grin spreads around his lips and she can see the crinkles around his eyes deepening. He points at his own cheek, “You got something—” but before he finishes the sentence, he places his hand on the side of her face, “Let me just—” 

Dean brushes at her cheek with the pad of his thumb, has to rub again to get whatever it is out. And then he smiles when he’s done. 

The longer he stares at her, though, his smile starts to face. Soon, there’s no trace of a smile left, but instead, his expression gets darker, his eyes are intense and he looks at her as if he could eat her alive. Her heart races. His gaze on her feels like fire, her skin’s burning. 

She feels something, maybe he feels that something too? His eyes travel from her eyes to her nose, her lips.

All of a sudden, her lips feel awfully dry so she licks at them. Dean swallows when he sees it, and she can feel that he’s holding himself back from reciprocating her own movements.

“We should go in,” Dean breaks the moment and turns away, leaving without even waiting for her to follow. She hears the door slam shut.

Wow, this is going well. 

When she gets inside, she can hear the shower running so she goes to the bedroom, kicks Dean’s bag to the side which he had left laying around instead of placing it back into the closet where he keeps it. Which suggests that he was probably in a hurry to get into the showers.

She begins to undress herself, wants to take a shower, too. Feels the need to get the grease off her body, maybe also to stop the aching between her thighs while she’s at it.

Just when she’s standing in the bedroom in her lingerie, Dean walks in wearing only his boxer briefs. His skin is still damp, his hair still wet. Drops of water still dripping down from his hair over his body.

Fuck, she’d like to lick it all up.

He clasps his hand over his eyes when he sees her, “Jesus Christ, Y/N! Put something on!”

“I could tell you the same,” She chuckles, takes the opportunity to look at him when he doesn’t see her staring. Dean’s body is firm and he has freckles all over. His tummy is soft but strong. She bites her lips when her eyes travel further down. There’s a little happy trail leading from below his navel to the elastic band of his underwear. His bulge is big. She doesn’t have a lot to compare it with but it’s definitely much bigger than Chuck’s and Dean’s not even hard. Well, maybe a little because he’s definitely also not soft.

Dean Winchester has a big gun, okay. 

“Are you dressed now?” He asks, loud and clear, as if him not seeing her means that she doesn’t hear him too.

Her lips curve into a smile, “Yes.”

Dean takes his hand away and looks at her, his gaze traveling over her briefly before he clasps his hand back over his eyes and now, he even turns around. “No you aren’t! Fucking Christ, Y/N!”

Y/N can’t say that she minds seeing his backside either. 

She laughs, loud and hard. “Sorry but what’s the point of getting dressed when I was waiting for you to come out of the showers so I can go in?”

“Well, it’s free now!” Dean’s still so loud.

“Fine, I’m going. You can open your eyes now.”

Dean opens and turns around but this time, instead of him yelling at her or clasping a hand back over his eyes, he just looks at her and takes her in from head to toe. She can feel his gaze on her body, it sets it on fire. Her skin heats up, her head gets light.

She probably shouldn’t have teased him. She swallows, and she can see that something is swelling down there in his pants. The look he gives her is dark and hungry. As if he accepts her challenge.

Y/N lifts one eyebrow, decides to tease him some more because she’s come this far, there’s no going back, not that she really wants to go back anyway, “You like what you see?”

He takes a step closer, grins predatory, and with one swift motion, he pushes her back against the wall, one-handedly pinning both her hands above her head while his other hand sneaks around her waist. 

His face is merely inches from her, their noses almost touch, his hot breathing mingles with hers and she can feel his heartbeat because he melts his body to hers.

Dean swallows, his look is intense and he’s so close. Closer than he’d ever been before.

Y/N knows that Dean’s a professional, he would never do anything that could jeopardize his job, so if she wants something to happen, she knows that it’s going to be her who makes the first move. She bites down on her bottom lips, wonders if she wants anything to happen. 

Right now they can still walk away from it. They can still pretend that nothing happened.

But that’s not really what she wants. She wants it, wants to feel him. 

She closes her eyes and presses her wetted lips on his. To her surprise, Dean kisses her back and she parts so easily for him, letting his tongue explore her mouth while he lets go of her hands and hooks his arms around her thighs to lift her up, she wraps her legs around his waist. 

He kisses her deep and hard, there’s nothing gentle about the kiss. It’s both their sexual tension crashing together, it’s their anticipation finally finding release. The kiss is sloppy wet, all rough and demanding, and he grinds his swelling cock against her center. She’s awfully wet already. 

She sucks at his tongue, making him groan out into her mouth, her hands hook themselves around his neck, her nails scraping at his back. 

He kisses down her chin, sucks and nibbles along her throat and she moans.

“Dean,” Her voice is shaking, “I need more.”

He sucks at her pulse point, mumbles against her skin, “What do you want?”

“More,” Y/N lets out a shaky breath, “I want more, please,”

One of Dean’s hands works it’s way down her body, kneads at her tits before he finds the peak of her nipple and pulls at it through her bra. He doesn’t leave his hand there, though, moves further down, wedges his hand between both of their bodies until he’s palming at her stomach.

“Tell me what you want, baby.” His voice drops, it deep and gravelly. 

Baby.

She fucking likes the sound of that word.

“Fuck,” She moans, his scruff scratches at her throat on his way up to claim her mouth again.

He’s hard, she can feel it, the amount of friction against her pussy is just right but also not nearly enough.

Dean bites at her lower lip, making her yelp up again. It doesn’t hurt, it just took her by surprise because she’s never kissed someone so roughly. 

However, the yelp is enough to bring Dean back to reality and he stops kissing her. His eyes fly open, taking her in as he still pants against her spit slick lips.

Startled, he pulls back and let her down on her feet.

“‘M sorry,” Dean swallows, his lips are red and swollen from kissing. She thinks that hers probably doesn’t look any different.

“This shouldn’t have happened.” He looks down to his feet, not quite able to look her in the eye, “It’s my fault. I shouldn't have let this happen. Your husband is a client. You’re my job.” He rubs one hand over his face, scratches at his beard, “Can we pretend this,” He gestures between the both of them, “Never happened?”

“Okay,” She agrees, not because she wants to fucking pretend, but more because she doesn’t want to put him in an awkward situation. She knows she can never pretend that it didn’t happen. It was quite memorable. Her heart is still thumping out of her chest, her cheeks probably all shades of pink.

“Good. I’m sorry. I can normally control myself better, I’m usually more professional.” He finally looks at her but then he quickly looks away to clear his throat, “You should go take a shower, I’ll cook dinner.”

“Okay,” She says, because she’s too baffled to say anything more.

CH.05

[official-weasley]

The Irreplaceable Charlie Weasley: Pt. 4, Ch. 8

PART 4: THE YEAR WHEN EVERYONE HAS A CRUSH Chapter 8 - Seeing the Unseen

Charlie

I still couldn't believe that I managed to convince Bill to come with us. Of course, now that he was going to do so, he couldn't tell mum as she would be angry at both of us.

Somehow, Barnaby managed to get the third broom. When we asked him about it he said that he would rather not say and that we might not want to talk about brooms around Snape for him to get any ideas. Nova reckons that he took a broom Snape confiscated from one of his students and if that was the case I have to say, Barnaby is bloody brilliant.

At first, I thought it was going to be strange having Bill with us in the Forest. But the closer we got to leaving the more I thought that it really was a good idea to bring him. He was very skilled in both Defense Against the Dark Arts and dueling and he would probably know better what to do than us if something ought to attack us.

Of course, Bill told us immediately that day at breakfast that we are not going deep into the Forest and that if we don't find anything interesting within an hour, he is getting us out of there. I liked how optimistic he was that he will find a way out as I remembered how Nova and I got lost on Christmas Eve.

I was hoping that we wouldn't come across Torvus again as we promised him that we wouldn't go inside again and I was afraid he wouldn't be as merciful as he was the last time.

Barnaby joined us for lunch and he started predicting what we might see in there. Penny, of course, was mad at us again as she marked our adventure as foolish but when Bill told her that he feels the same and that that's why he is going with us, she calmed down.

Tonks, Tulip, and Jae, on the other hand, were jealous that they couldn't tag along as they got a week's worth of detention by Snape as he was the one who found them sneaking out of the Kitchens this time. They made matters for themselves worse when they told him that Dumbledore caught them a few times but didn't give them detention making both Hufflepuff and Gryffindor lose 20 points each.

Nova and I were so excited at dinner that we could barely eat anything. Meanwhile, Bill was getting more and more annoyed by the fact that he agreed to go with us and he was sure if he sent Pip to mum at the right time, she could've already handled the situation. I reckon that Bill was enjoying the whole thing at least to some degree. He was so used to being good and he was probably going to be made Head Boy next year but I knew he couldn't help by being at least a little excited about it.

We sneaked out of the Castle with our brooms, walked to the edge of the Forest, and mounted them. I liked Nova's suggestion that we should share a broom when she sat behind me and put her hands around my waist. I was happy she didn't put them over my chest as she could probably hear my racing heartbeat.

If I could guess, I would say we went half as deep inside the Forest as Nova and I did the last time. We knew that was all Bill would allow us but we didn't mind. We got off our brooms and looked around with our wands lit.

I liked how quiet it was in the Forest. There was a certain calmness, privacy, that you couldn't find anywhere else. We were walking for about ten minutes when Bill stopped us.

“What is it?” I whispered as he extended his hand, gesturing us to stop.

“Might as well listen if we hear anything or did you three come in here to snog?” He winked at us, a smirk on his face. That was the first time I saw him smile after I let it slip that we didn't need dueling lessons for the Duelling Club.

“But there's nothing here?” Barnaby got confused.

“What was the point of coming if we won't get to see anything?” I joined in, hoping he would let us go further.

“Shhh.” Nova put a finger on her lips leaving Bill with an open mouth as he was just going to say something back to me.

“What, what do you hear?” I asked, excited.

“It sounds like a Unicorn walking.” She grinned. We all listened.

“I can't hear anything.” Frowned Barnaby. Neither could I.

Nova took a few steps to the left and listened again. Bill joined her, trying not to move.

“Are you messing with us, Nova?” He glared at her.

“No.” She said sincerely. “You can't hear that?”

“Hear what?” Barnaby was getting impatient.

Nova gestured that we should follow her. We all started walking after her, straining to hear what she was hearing. Bill was getting nervous and kept clenching his wand. For the first time, I doubted Nova as I couldn't hear anything.

Suddenly we saw a clearing ahead. We hurried to it and Nova gasped.

“See! There it is! I told you.” She pointed at the center of the clearing and my eyes widened. I couldn't see a thing. I looked at Barnaby and Bill who looked just as puzzled as I did.

“Uhm, Nova...” Bill built up the courage to say something. Seeing things that weren't there wasn't exactly good. “What are we supposed to be looking at?”

“Can't you see it? The horse-like creature?” Nova turned to us, seeing how confused we were for the first time. We all shook our heads. I was getting concerned for her.

Nova carefully took a few steps towards where, whatever she was seeing, was supposed to be. She bowed her head and did the same introduction method as she did with the Hippogriff last year. The only problem was she was bowing to air, as there was nothing there. She started to move her hand around in the air as if touching an invisible creature.

“You are honestly going to say you can't see it?” She turned around, beaming from excitement. Barnaby blinked at her. I narrowed my eyes, hoping I could spot something while Bill was scratching the back of his head, not knowing what to do.

“You're not joking?” Her face fell as she saw we were not amused then Bill gasped.

“Nova, how does the creature look like, describe it.” I looked at him. Apparently, he was on to something.

“Well, it's kind of ugly but beautiful in its own way. It has a sort of a blue hue you could say even though it looks like it was skinned alive.” She frowned. “And it has wings. Charlie, I wish you could see them, they are beautiful.” Her eyes sparkled and I was grateful it was dark so nobody could see my red freckled face.

“Oh, no.” Bill sighed. He looked at me and I could see he was uncomfortable.

“What is it?” I whispered as I was getting impatient to find out.

Bill gestured to me and Barnaby to follow him as we got closer to Nova. He put his hand on her shoulder.

“Nova,” he said gently, “does it have white, foggy eyes?”

“Yes! I knew you could see it!” She grinned.

“We can't actually.” Bill's nose wrinkled. “Nova, the creature standing in front of you is a Thestral.”

A Thestral. A Thestral. Where have I heard about them before? I could swear I read about them somewhere.

“Thestrals can only be seen by those who've...” Bill continued. Seen death! That's it!

“Seen death.” Nova's skin turned so pale that I thought she was going to faint. She nodded, realizing why she was the only one who could see it.

“I can see it because of my dad.” She tried to keep her voice steady. I instinctively took a step closer, in case she would start crying.

Bill nodded and pulled her into a hug.

“It's a shame.” She whispered and returned the hug. “That you have to witness death to see something so incredibly special.” She went back to the Thestral, petting what I assumed was its head.

I got that weird feeling in my stomach again, when Bill hugged Nova as if I didn't approve of it and I couldn't help but think it should be me in his place. The same feeling I got when she giggled at something McNully said that day before the match. I was looking at her, walking around the, to us invisible, creature and I admired her for how strong she was, coping with the fact that she was the only one who saw someone die.

We left her in peace for as long as she needed. It looked like she was getting some sort of closure from the creature. Bill then stepped to her, apologized and said that we have to go back.

“Are you okay?” I asked as she was walking beside me on our way out.

“Mhm.” She hummed. “You might not think as it looked rather terrifying but it was soothing being in its presence.” She smiled.

“That's good.” I nodded. “We can go again if you would like to see it again.” I whispered so that Bill wouldn't hear us.

“Thank you, Char, I would love to.” She had the most appreciative smile on her face.

I couldn't help but drift off as I imagined walking through the Forest, just Nova and me and she got scared and grabbed my hand. We stopped and I looked at her, our noses almost touching. I ran my fingers through her beautiful hair and got lost in her dark blue eyes. I could feel my heart racing and I couldn't hold it in anymore. I leaned towards her and kissed her.

KISSED HER?

I shook my head as I snapped out of it. I looked at Nova, still walking beside me, her hand in her jacket and not in mine. And as I felt the wish of holding her hand I finally concluded, that it was pointless denying that I saw Nova more than a friend.

I was going at it in my head for months. I thought that it was normal to feel all of that for your best friend. Perhaps, the more your friendship grows the more you feel that way, kind of a thing. I constantly thought about her but I always thought that that's just what friends do. But the image in my mind, me kissing her and the painful realization that it wasn't happening made me realize that I fancy my best friend.

[hallospaceboyy]

hello!! may i request a lilith x reader fic where the reader catches lucifer abusing lilith at her cottage. reader is a powerful witch, so can there be a dramatic fight scene between the two? and then it ends with fluff and some smut? thanks!!!

Dancing with the Devil

AN: this is rather long, and I'm not sure how I feel about the fight scene but I really tried and tried to research spells from the show etc so hope it's half decent!

Warning for violence and brief smut at the end.

Your keys jangle in the lock as you open the door to the cottage. It's late, the sky dark and the moon waning, but you are greeted with the glow of the fire as you step over the threshold, the immediate warmth of the flames, and you know Lilith is awake, waiting for you, most likely.

You’re overcome with a strong, acrid scent as soon as you step inside; a putrid smell, of rotting and decay, and when you close the door your eyes land on a towering figure, and the goat like head turns to you, all horns, teeth and tusks; and despite the boniness of the figure, the gaping hole below it’s protruding ribs, you can sense the strength of it, and you’re paralysed, eyes wide with fear.

You're pulled from your petrified stupor when you hear a cry of pain, and your eyes travel down the creatures long arm, and his claws are clenched in Lilith's hair, and you’ve never seen such fear in her eyes as they meet yours. Tears stream down her cheeks, and there's a bruise darkening beneath her left eye, blood trickles from a cut on her lip.

“Y/N, you need to go!” Her voice is urgent, despite the heaviness of her breathing, and her eyes keep coming close to drifting shut, as if ready to pass out.

You know exactly who you're facing now, this ugly creature that is hurting your Lilith, and any paralysation that impeded you dissipates, and your fists clench as you look the Dark Lord in the eye. You always listen to Lilith, respect her knowledge and intellect, but not now. You won't leave her here with him, could never leave her to his bidding.

“Let go of her. Now.”

He laughs, and the sound makes your stomach roil, a twisted, thundering sound that shakes you to the core, but you don't recoil, can’t show him fear. You wince when he flings Lilith to the floor, biting your lip at the cry of pain she emits.

“You're no match for me, witch.” He growls, and takes a step toward you, his stance aggressive. Lilith stands on shaking legs, and grabs for his arm, desperately trying to stop him, but he shakes her off and her head hits the table as she thuds to the floor.

You mumble a Latin incantation under your breath, pointing your hands at the impending figure of the Dark Lord, and you feel the force leave you, an electric pulsing in your fingers, and to your surprise, he stumbles back, only slightly, but you know that your spells can touch him, and you feel a ray of hope that you and your lover may escape this alive.

He flings an arm out, and you fly backwards, crashing against the wall, an explosion of pain coursing through your body, and he laughs, that sickening, rolling laugh again. But you stand, step away from the wall, pulling your shoulders back to convey more confidence and strength than you feel, despite the pain gripping at your limbs.

“Once I've killed you, she will be next.” He gestures to the unconscious Lilith, splayed on the rug, and you’re suddenly overcome by a red hot anger, rage bubbling within you, and it's as if you aren’t you anymore, as you take a step towards him, incessant whisperings leaving your mouth, and objects begin to shake, a vase smashes to the floor, pictures fall from the walls. The armchairs in which you and Lilith so often lounge rise from the ground, and both fly toward him simultaneously, hitting him with force, and the cottage seems to shake as he falls to the floor with the sheer force of the blows. Your vision is distorted, seeing only red, as if a fire burns behind your lids.

“Prohibere!” You shout, and the Dark Lord remains pinned to the floor, he writhes and wriggles but he cannot move, and an animalistic snarl leaves him. You know you have to act quickly, that it wont hold him long. You sprint to the kitchen on trembling legs, grab as many knives as you can carry, and when you return he is still immobilised, but his limbs are coming back to him now, can see them twitching, beginning to rise from the floor.

You let out a scream as you pounce, plunging the first knife into his chest, and then another, and then another, until there are no more knives to plunge. He screams and thrashes beneath you, and although this won't kill him, would take more than butcher knives to defeat the Dark Lord, it is hurting him, and you find yourself smirking despite the tears streaming from your eyes that you don’t even know you're crying.

“I banish you, Dark Lord. I banish you, Lucifer.” You mumble the words over and over, with more conviction each time, your voice becomes stronger, the shaking dissipating, and then the he is gone, leaving behind only trails of black, concealing blood, bubbling on the rug. You jump to your feet, whirling around, as if searching for him, but he's nowhere to be seen, and you let out a shuddering sigh of relief.

You know he will be back, eventually, once he has gathered his strength, healed his wounds and his bruised ego, but you cast a sealing spell on the doors anyway, a protection on the cottage, hoping it will keep him at bay, deter him if only temporarily.

You collapse on your knees beside Lilith, brushing her hair from her face. To your relief, she is breathing, and with a whisper you teleport her to the bed.

“Et aperi oculos tuos,” You murmur, stroking her hair and holding her hand as her eyes blink open, hazy and squinting.

“Y/N?” She croaks, sitting up with a grimace.

“It's me. I’m here.” Your body is shaking, your face screwed up as you cry, and she takes you into her arms, tears forming in her own eyes.

“I thought he was going to kill you.” She whispers, stroking your back, and you tense, letting out a hiss. There is most definitely going to be a hell of a bruise there. “He hurt you.”

“Mm. Not as much as I hurt him.”

Lilith pulls back, staring at you incredulously, eyes wide. “How? You shouldn’t be able-“ Her eyes search yours, and you smile, and she laughs then, a deep laugh from the pit of her belly. “You're quite extraordinary, you know that?”

“I know.” You grin, pressing a kiss to the back of her hand. “I have no doubt he’ll be back, but we have time to prepare. I can help you be free of him. If that is what you want.”

You're suddenly unsure then, thoughts coming to the forefront of your mind of Lilith's devotion to this creature for so long – centuries of serving him, Millennia. It's all she's ever known, and despite the abuse, the pain and turmoil, you can’t help but think that Lilith may be uncertain, fear the unknown of life as her own person, not crushed under his thumb.

Lilith shakes as you crawl onto the bed and she collapses into your arms, sobs wracking her form, and you hold her tight, rocking her as she nods her head almost violently, desperately. “Yes. Yes. I want to be free of him. I can’t s-stand it.”

“Shhh, it's okay, Lilith. I’ll help you. Enlist others to help if I can. You're so powerful, Lilith, more powerful than you know. Together we can do this. Okay?”

She nods as she nuzzles into your neck, overcome with hiccups and sobs. You pull back, and gently tilt her head to look up at you. You stroke your fingers over her split lip, the bruise on her cheek, the wound at the back of her head, crusted with drying blood, and they heal before your eyes, and you smile. Her eyes seem to clear as the pain in her skull, the throbbing pressure beneath her eye dissipates.

“Where else did he hurt you?”

Lilith shakes her head, calming down now, and offers you a watery smile in return. “It's just a few bruises, darling.”

You snake a hand to her back and slowly unzip her dress, and her eyes remain fixed on yours, the smile still playing at her lips. You pull the dress down her shoulders, her hips, gently tugging it from her entirely, and her body is littered with bruises when your eyes roam lower, and you feel the anger rising again, but Lilith cups your cheek, and it instantly floats away.

You kiss her softly, tenderly, needing her to know how much you love her, showing her that you will never hurt her, always treat her with love and respect and adoration – as she deserves. She melts into the kiss, slender fingers combing through your hair. Her tongue comes out to swipe at your lip, and you part them invitingly, tongues caressing, entwining. You unclasp her bra with deft fingers, and Lilith slips the garment from her shoulders, tossing it away.

Your mouth travels to her neck, kissing and licking at her skin, and she releases a sigh, a hum of encouragement. Your hands roam her bare body, and your mouth follows, and every bruise you find is bestowed a single kiss, and they fade to nothing, and Lilith gasps each time, at the warmth spreading through her as your magic heals her tender flesh.

“I love you so much, Lilith.” You whisper against her heated skin, and she groans at the admission, arching her back against your lips as you brush them against her taut abdomen.

“I-I love you too.” The demoness breathes, and your stomach flips, your heart skips in your chest.

“I will protect you with my life. Always.” You plant a kiss to her bellybutton, and you hear her sniff, look up to see tears rolling down her cheeks, but when her eyes meet yours she smiles, and gently pushes your head lower, and you giggle and kiss at her core, covered by only the thin material of her lace panties. You sit back on your haunches to lazily slide them down her thighs, her toned calves, off of her feet, and when you lay on your stomach between her legs, ready to worship her entirely, her hands find yours, clasping them gently, and when you meet her blue eyes her face is relaxed, content. You're overwhelmed with the intimacy of the moment, the tenderness you feel for her, that she feels for you, and it seems she is too, as tears still flow freely down her cheeks.

“Are you okay?” Your brows furrow, ready to pull away should she not want this, but she nods vehemently, strokes your hand with her thumb.

“I’m okay. Please. I just... I love you. I need you...” Her voice is quiet, and trembling, but you nod your head, smiling, understanding, and one hand leaves yours to stroke at your hair as you press kisses to her sex, her hips wriggling beneath you.