#hm. this probably should’ve stayed in the drafts huh

[iwasneon]

i think the problem with gaylors is that they aren’t horny on main enough. if you really want that woman to be gay you have to be willing to post about the lesbian sex you’d have with her yourself

[lix-ables]

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🖇️ pairing — hentai artist jisung x f.reader

🖇️ mdni, 18 + content.

PART I. | masterlist

🖇️ word count. 1.9k

🖇️ smut includes — switch!jisung + switch!reader, use of mirror (again yes) degradation (reader gets called slut, desperate, pathetic, etc + ji gets called desperate etc), perv!ji, slight oral fixation, teasing, cum swallowing, grinding, mentions of edging, slight sexting, slight mastrubation, dirty talk, mentions of lingerie kink and gagging, etc.

note. sigh. it's finally here. it took me a while to draft all the somewhat plot (??) and the other things, but it's FINALLY HERE. this fic has become my baby, please be kind to it, and show it some love. id appreciate it so much ‹3 enjoy reading bbs.

© lix-ables. translating and/or reposting is not allowed.

jisung couldn’t stop thinking about last week.

in fact it hadn’t left his mind and he refused to let it leave. it was his drug. rather it was you - the way you look for him, the way you’d dress up for him, just like that day. the day that he wished would happen again. oh, how he’d do anything to replay that over and over again. he thought it was funny, amusing actually, how you were willing to help him out, be his inspiration for his work - without a question of course.

he found himself texting you, in between his work, just as he was leaving the studio. just as jisung locked the door, his fingers flew across the keyboard, sending you a message about the last thing he had in mind - you.

jisung: baby

you: hii ji

jisung: hey baby

you: what’s upp

jisung: so im omw home, wrapping things up in the studio and

you: oh you’ll be home early?

you: want me to cook you something?

jisung: are you goin to be wearing that cute lacy apron when i get home?

jisung: with nothing under?

jisung: just you, that apron and that sweet piece of ass?

you: jii~

jisung: sorry sorry

jisung: anyway, i was having some thoughts angel and

you: uh huh

jisung: what do you think about

jisung: me using those new lingerie set

jisung: or rather you using them

jisung: the next time i fuck you?

you: babeeee

you: can’t you just come home and tell me?

jisung: well, i could

jisung: but i think i wanna imagine how you’re blushing

jisung: thinking about me being inside you

jisung: want me to fuck you on the counter, hm?

you: just get home, mister.

that full stop. either you were mad at his sudden outburst, or you were just turned on, and jisung really hoped it was the second.

with his mind sketching an image of you just laying in your shared bed, sprawled - with your fingers in buried inside you, your whines filling the whole apartment - he was dizzy. but he didn’t think he would actually see it happen in person, in front of him. you let him believe you were mad at him, for texting you something as filthy as that. but you should’ve known, jisung was the type to say anything whenever he wanted, not caring if it affected you or not, especially when it came to things like this.

so when jisung climbed up the stairs to your apartment, opened the door, his ears and the whole place was filled with the sounds of pants coming from somewhere inside - most probably the bedroom. finding the door slightly ajar, he smirks at the sight of you in his shirt, the material barely covering your frame, as your legs spread wider as the second passes.

when he watched your fingers pump in and out of your cunt, he was tempted to stay quiet, waiting for you to realise someone was watching you, he was tempted to bring out his dick, and stroke himself. he’s not going to let you have all the fun, and all by yourself? according to him, that was unacceptable.

pushing the door slightly apart, enough so he could see you and the way you played with yourself when he wasn’t around, jisung bit his lip. as much as he loved seeing you getting off to god knows what, secretly though, he wished it was the text he sent you. and as much as he wanted to see how far you’d go to tease yourself, to curl your fingers inside, he had the urge to interrupt you. he wanted you for himself now.

“how about you leave some fun for me hm?” he speaks up, pushing the door wide open, as he watches you sit up, pulling his shirt to cover your body, smiling innocently at him. “thought you could have a single orgasm before i got home, huh?”

the way jisung said single, the tone in which he said that especially, made your body tingle. a shy nod makes him lean against the doorframe, with his arms crossed at his chest. “just one? what if i gave you a couple more? finish what you started, baby. need you wet enough for me, okay? i want you to make a mess, a big one.”

“but ji, that’s embarrassing -” you start to say, moving your fingers faster at the sight of jisung standing by the doorframe, the way he looked at you making you almost let out a moan. when jisung texted you saying he wanted to see your panties in your mouth, while he was inside you, you had to admit - it got you so wet, but also you started getting shy in front of him as you thought about it - you didn’t realise it would become reality. you knew you were the kind of couple that would talk about anything and everything, but this - this unlocked something in you that you didn’t think existed. until right now.

“then embarrass yourself for me, baby. that’s okay. after all, you did tell me you were going to help me with this strip of the piece i was working on right?” he whispers, mentioning the new hentai comic he was currently drafting, but left it just to see you getting wet all by yourself. “you’re my inspiration, aren’t you? god, i still have thoughts about those photos you sent me last week, so fucking pretty in that dress,” jisung groans, resting his head against the wall, his hand making its way to his now forming boner. “you know how much i’ve wanted to fuck you in that dress? and you didn’t buy it. maybe i should buy it for christmas, you can be my present and i can unwrap you, whaddya think? get a red satin ribbon, tie you up and tease you as well.”

“maybe i could tie you up instead,” you hum, sitting up from your current position to look at your boyfriend. “you’d look so pretty for me - your messed up hair covering your eyes, but i’d force you to look at me as i’m fucking myself on your pillow?” a hand reaches to cup your face, trailing it’s fingers down to where your pulse point was, and jisung’s face hovers over yours, pushing you back down on the bed. “didn’t i say it was my turn? you’re going to watch me come on my hand while touching yourself, and you’re going to keep your eyes on the mirror until i say so.”

the mirror. the reason jisung was so confident when he came to having you where he wanted you. the moment he knew you liked having him thrusting himself inside you, the moment you suggested to get a bigger mirror for his study room - he was gone for you.

“i would, but remember the time you almost came on my hand because you were so desperate for me to just get you off?” you raised an eyebrow at him, making him remove his hand from your face as he stared at you. “remember when i asked you to look at the mirror while i played with your pretty dick? remember when you begged me to stop teasing you and just let you come? or do you want me to remind you again?”

of course jisung remembered. the day you got back home after hanging out with your friends, the day he remembered sending you videos and audios of him teasing himself, the sounds of his fingers making fast and rapid movements around his shaft, could be heard in the background. the day you put him back in his place, but also the day you teased him, and edged him till he learnt his mistake. the day you played for what felt like hours with just his tip, teasing him till he lost it, and let out whimpers, with his back arched and fingers aching to be tangled in your hair.

“look at you begging for me to let you come,” you whispered, your fingers teasing just the tip of his cock, the sounds of his groans and a small whimper being the only thing heard in the room. “look at you being so desperate for me to just lick up all the mess you’re going to make on my face. you want that, don’t you?”

all jisung could do was nod, until a small slap to his thigh made his eyes fall on you, his lips now red from biting it so much to stop himself from moaning. instead of looking at your face, and the way his cock looked in your hand, his gaze turned to the way your tits were pressed up against his left thigh, the feeling of your skin against his making him even harder than earlier.

he squeezes his eyes shut, and you notice it, your thumb stopping any further movements of teasing or touching him. "you need to tell me what you want, baby. i can't help you otherwise," you whisper, your thumb going back to subtly teasing his tip, collecting what little precum formed.

"wanna touch y-you, please," he manages, the slight stuttering tone that jisung had making you chuckle. "touch me where hm? specify and i'll think about it okay?"

"need to suck on y-your tits, please. want them in my mouth," he groans, his hands moving to rest on his sides. "mhmm, no. you can look at them, but no touching. you can watch how much of a mess you'll be making on them okay?"

that was the day he decided he would tease you just the same, with just the same exact passion you had in your eyes when you didn’t let him come for the next hour or so.

“i do remember, but i also remember clearly how the very next day, you whined for me to let you suck on my cock because of how you needed it. remember how much you begged me to leave my sketches and asked me to play with you while you toyed with my cock? begged, no, pleaded like a pathetic little slut for me to come on your face so i could watch you lick every single drop clean, no? how you cried to just have me touch your pretty little cunt,” jisung’s voice drops low enough to get you wet again, and you press your thighs together, hoping he wouldn’t notice.

“legs wide open baby, i want to see the mess you’ve made. i don’t think it’s wet enough for you to deserve my cock though,” he whispers, fingers trailing down to lift the shirt up, enough so he can see your legs spread slowly at his words.

“please -”

“please what darling? what do you want, hm? do you want me to touch you else where? do you want me to stop completely? you need to use your words, and let me know. i can’t read your mind now can i?” he mumbles, his fingers now curling around your knee, pushing it away a bit before moving low enough so he’s facing your wetness.

“kinda cute how you’ve been turned on since i told you about wanting you have your panties in your mouth while i fucked you. cute, but so so pathetic. but i like it, a bit too much, actually. now, i’m going to get you off on one condition,” he starts, watching you thrust your hips into the air, your toes curling into the sheets under you while your body ached for him to just touch you.

“you’re going to help me with this sketch as well, hm? i just need you to lay pretty in whatever i get you, with me occasionally giving you my cock, as reward of course, but you don’t get to touch anything. after all, you begged me to give you attention yesterday, i’m sure you can handle it hm?”

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[c-is-writing]

sticky notes

pairing: wandanat x gn!reader

genre: fluff as per usual

word count: 1588

warnings: polyamory (reader’s girlfriends are wanda and natasha)

a/n: ahhhhh my first request :’DDD i’ve actually had this sitting in my drafts for a while but never decided on the pairing until now lmao. also! for once i am posting this at a decent hour for me. i hope you all enjoy it uwu

original request

Ughhhh, I can’t wait to go home in a few minutes. I really want a break just to spend some time with my girlfriends. You begin to clean up your work area, tidying your papers and organizing your filing cabinets. Just as you grab your bag, a co-worker of yours rushes into your office frantically. 

“Y/N! I need you right now.”

“Huh? Why? What’s up?”

“I just got called into a family emergency and I really need someone to finish my paperwork. Do you think you can do it for me?”

You pause, thinking it over. Do you do your friend’s paperwork or refuse and go home? You’d feel bad if you said no because your co-worker is one of your closest friends but you don’t want to keep your girlfriends waiting. After considering your options, you sigh and place your bag back down, “Yeah, I can do the paperwork. Take care, I hope everything is alright”. She lets out a sigh of relief and thanks you as she hands you the paperwork. Looking it over, it seemed like it would take at least two hours to complete. Oh well, looks like my break will be delayed.

You were wrong about the paperwork. There were so many issues and miscalculations with the paperwork that you had to redo all of it and go search for past files to ensure the information was correct. At this point, your girlfriends were getting worried as you were never the one to come home late without telling them. Three hours had passed since you were originally supposed to get home and out of worry and concern, Wanda calls you.

Breaking your concentration, your phone goes off. As you reach for the phone, you rub the tiredness out of your eyes and answer in a quiet voice, “Hey, Wans.”

“Y/N, baby, is everything okay?”

“Hm? Oh yeah, I should’ve texted you two earlier but my co-worker just had to leave for an emergency and I’m doing her paperwork, right now.”

“Oh, how much longer will you be there? You sound really tired, you’ve been working hard for the past month and you deserve a break.”

“Honestly, I’m not sure. I’ve been redoing the calculations and double-checking the information again because there were so many issues with it. I just ca-”

“Okay..okay. Just take a deep breath and try to finish up the work soon, alright? Tasha and I miss you.”

You let out a light chuckle, “Mhmm, okay. I’ll try to be home soon. Love you.”

As Wanda bids her goodbye, you can hear Natasha’s faint voice in the background telling you to come home soon and that she loves you. Pressing the red button on your phone, you let your shoulders sag forward and rest your head on the table. Before grabbing your pen and going back to work, you groan and think about your girlfriends, both of them waiting for you to get home. That gives you a spark of motivation as now you are more determined to finish your work and get back to them as soon as possible.

Finally, after another two hours of work, you finished the paperwork. Letting out a yawn and listening to the pops from your back as you stretch it, you decide to grab your bag and leave. I’ll give her the paperwork and reorganize my office later. Heading to your car, you check the time on your watch, only for it to read “12:10am”. Once you get into the car, you lean your head against the steering wheel, wanting to go to sleep. You turn on some music in the hopes that it can keep you awake as you start the car and begin the journey home.

Upon arriving at the compound, you notice that most of the lights on your floor are turned off and your girlfriends are nowhere to be found. You assume that they’re probably in your shared bedroom, fast asleep considering how late it is. As you open the door, you find nothing; your girlfriends are still missing and there’s clothing on the bed. Turning on the lights, you make your way to the pile of clothing with a sticky note attached to it. “We’re sure you’re tired so change into these clothes and get comfy. Then, go to the place where we spend our late nights ;)” A small laugh escapes you as you think about how caring your girlfriends are. Within the next few minutes, you’re out of your work clothes and wearing Natasha’s hoodie paired up with Wanda’s sweatshirt. Both articles of clothing slightly baggy on you because they were always the type to have oversized clothes since “it provided maximum comfort” according to them. The stress slowly leaves your body as you make your way to the kitchen.

The overhead lights turn on and illuminate the kitchen to reveal a mess that resulted from impulsive baking, again, and a tray of brownies with another sticky note. Giggling to yourself, you think about all of the times the three of you shared late night baking sessions that always resulted in big messes and a lot of dirty dishes. Lost in your thoughts, you realize that you haven’t been able to bake with Wanda and Natasha due to all of the stress and work you’ve had for the past month. Shaking away those thoughts, you eye the brownies and pick up the sticky note reading, “Hey Y/N, you’re as sweet as these brownies <3. Bring a small container of them and go to the place where we had our first date.” Upon further inspection, you see a small scribble in Wanda’s handwriting, “PS. I made the brownies, don’t worry.” Laughing at the note and smiling fondly, you grab a couple brownies, put them into a container, and make your way to the living room.

Running your hand along the couch cushions, feeling the soft but slightly coarse texture on your fingertip, you remember your first date with Wanda and Natasha. What started out as a movie night with Natasha became a cuddling session with you sandwiched between your two favorite girls as Wanda joined you two. At this time, you were quickly coming to the realization that you had a crush on both of the women and that movie night solidified it. Once the movie had finished, the three of you had a talk and wanted to pursue a relationship together as three. Sitting on the couch, reminiscing in the memories, you notice a small yellow square on the coffee table in front of you. It captures your attention as you sit upright and reach to grab it. Tracing the words with your fingers, smiling at the small conversation happening on the paper.

*Wanda’s handwriting* “You know I always gave the best cuddles” 

*Natasha’s handwriting* “Hey! No, I did!!” 

*Wanda’s handwriting* “Hmm surrree Tasha. Anyways, come up to the roof, we have something for you :)”

Feeling your heart soar with happiness and adoration for the both of them, you push the sticky note into your hoodie pocket, hearing it crinkle against the other notes, and starting walking towards the staircase with the container of brownies in hand.

Within a few minutes, you reach the door to the roof and place your hand on the handle, unsure of what to expect. Taking a deep breath, you slowly push against the door and crane your head around it. This was not at all what you expected. The roof was softly illuminated by the string lights draped around a large picnic blanket with pillows, pasta, and best of all, your two lovely girlfriends: Natasha and Wanda. As you soak in the scene in front of you with eyes full of awe, Natasha gets up and quietly makes her way over to you. The red hair blocks your view as you feel Natasha’s hands grasp your shoulders. In a gentle voice, almost afraid to disturb the peacefulness, she tells you, “Hey, lyubov moya, we know you’ve been working hard and pulling late hours at the office for the past month. And I’m sure you were tired from having to stay late so Wanda and I wanted to prepare a relaxing evening for you, so you can destress and enjoy your long weekend.”

You look at her with watery eyes and bury your face into her shoulder, pulling her into a hug. Shocked by the sudden action, Natasha recovers and wraps her arms around you, gently stroking your hair as you mumble about how much you love them. At some point during the hug, Wanda joins in as you feel her chest pressing against your back. The two whisper words of praise as you take in the love that radiates from them. Freeing yourself from the sandwich and moving to hold their hands, you look at the both of them, overwhelmed with happiness and love, and say in a quiet voice, “Thank you both for doing all of this. I will never understand how lucky I am to have you two in my life. I love you, Wanda and Natasha.” They give you a fond smile, understanding how stressed you’ve been for the past month and knowing that this break was well deserved. Your girlfriends share a look as Natasha says, “Alright, let’s just cuddle and eat some pasta that Wanda cooked” and guide you to the picnic blanket. Settling in and sighing contently, you let your shoulders relax and forget about all of your stress and worries.

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[hangukincharms]

Drawn to You

Word Count: 5147 Genre: Fluff, Fan x Idol Interaction Summary: You are an art student drafting a portrait of Wonho at a well-known café. Cross-Posted: AO3 as xKrypton_Bliss

E V E N I N G // A Seoul Café Sitting in a well-known café, you scroll through photos of Wonho on your phone to study his facial expressions and his exact anatomy. Your foot shakes idly now as you have gone past the blushing-in-embarrassment phase to more focused on seeing how the jawline is shaped, the turn of the tip of his nose, where his cheekbones land, and the subtle upturned corners of his mouth. With a nicely weighted and balanced mechanical pencil in hand, you begin to lay down the basic foundations for the three-quarter angle of his head, hoping to capture his essence truly. You have come so far now as an art student, and this was your last art project for university right before you graduate. You have already been taking commissions here and there, but only so few due to your overwhelming schedule with balancing your part-time job, school, and some sort of semblance of this thing called social life. After some time had passed, you managed to get a base sketch down along with some shading and details. It is still a little rough, but it has gotten more refined. A stroke of a loose hair here, maybe a shade there. No, it does not look right. You erase with a bit of frustration. You do not realize that the café has emptied quite a bit and it is darkening a little outside. "Your drawing is wonderful." A woman's voice startled you out of concentration. You snap your head up and see a short older woman carrying a tray with used plates and cups. She smiles sweetly, which seemed a bit familiar in some way to you. "Oh, uh, thank you!" you stammered, feeling embarrassed someone has actually seen your drawing before it was done, and it was a K-pop idol no less. Your cheeks heat up. "It's still far from being done…" You tuck your hair behind your ear out of nerves and pick up your hot chocolate to sip on. "I think it's wonderful," she repeated. "You did a great job capturing my son's personality." You choke on your drink and cough. "Y-your…" "Yes," she smiles proudly, her eyes becoming crescents. "Hoseoki is my son." Your eyes widen in disbelief. That embarrassment that finally ebbed away came back in full force. Now you have to figure out how to explain why out of all people, you decided to draw her son for the final project. You need to figure out why you could have not chosen someone else for this project. Anyone else at all! She sets the tray down on the table next to you. You look around and see maybe one or two people left in the café. You really did not realize how late it was. She sits down across from you. "What made you decide to draw him, dear?" she asks softly. "What do you like about him?" That was a question you dreaded to hear followed by another question you really did not expect. You take a deep breath and explain that the drawing was for a school project that focused on portraits but with a twist of concepts and imaginations. You told her idea of a light and dark concept. Everything has to be hand done and colored for it to be accepted. Right now, you are just going through the first stages of rough drafts. "That sounds very interesting!" she says with intrigue. "But — " she smiles again and leans in a little closer to you. " — you haven't told me why you like him." You were hoping you explained in detail too much so she would forget that question. Your cheeks feel warm as you bring the sketchbook close to you. "Uh, I-I — " A phone rings. Not your ringtone though. She looks down at her apron and finds her smartphone and picks up. "I am so sorry, excuse me — hello?" You breathe a sigh of relief. Many thoughts race through your mind. I just met Wonho's mom. I thought her café closed. Is this even her café? Is she working at a different café? Why did I decide the one time I draw someone outside my apartment, it had to be related to someone who works here! You shake your head back into reality so you did not want to take any more precious time away from his mother who has so kindly sat down with you and chat, which you totally did not expect. "Okay, I will see you soon." She hangs up and puts the phone back into the pocket of her apron. "He's on his way!" "Huh?" you hum in surprise. "I mean — Forgive me — I — who is on his way?" "My son. He is coming by to visit." Now is your chance for escape from even more embarrassment. "Ahh, okay, well…" you begin to collect your belongings. "I don't want to be rude while you wait for your son to arrive — " "Oh, please! Stay! I insist!" She gives you a look that only Asian mothers do that I wish I could describe. "You won't be bothering us if that is what you're afraid of. I'm always happy to meet any Monbebe and he is too." Your eyes widen by each word landing in your ear. "A-a-are you sure?" "Yes! Now sit down!" she politely urges. You did not realize you had gotten up from your seat in your rush to leave. You feel so rude to deny her, so you obey and bow to her in apology. Since you know she would not let up, you begin to explain the qualities of Wonho as you have seen him in variety shows and Vlive: charismatic, selfless, cute, cares very much about other people, making sure no one is left behind, in tune with his emotions… the list was endless. There was so much to list that it felt like you lost track of time. You really wanted to let his mother know how at least one fan of his feels about him so she could feel proud. For a little while now, you felt this strange sensation that you have been brushing off that someone was nearby you. Now that you have begun to run out of words, the feeling has become stronger. You cautiously eye to the side and slowly turn your head to see a plain grey sweater at your eye level. You look up hesitantly and see an all too familiar face of your bias, beaming down at you —the Wonho himself. Your heart beats painfully against your chest as your eyes widen. How long has he been there?! Did he hear everything I said? Do I sound crazy? Oh, God, I hope he didn't stand there for too long. Why did she not say anything? Such a sweet lady, she just smiled the whole time with light in her eyes. Ahhh, I should've listened to that gut a long time ago! "Hi," he greets sweetly. The upturned corners of his mouth have become much more prevalent with his smile while showing off his pearly whites. You draw in a shaky breath. Your hands begin to work on attempting at anything to hide your sketch from his eyes, albeit very clumsily. You fumbled with closing the sketchbook, flipping your phone over so the backside is shown — crap, it has his PC in it! You shove it under your arm. Feeling a shift in movement, you see Wonho move next to you and sits down between you and his mother, phone in hand to check the time and sets it down, watching you curiously with a hint of amusement. “Ah — h-how are you?” you stuttered, with your arm hastily crossed in front of you, resting your chin in your hand. “I’m doing fine,” he replies with a relieved sigh as he sweeps his hair back with his fingers. “I just got done with dance practice for our comeback.” He smiles again. “How are you doing? What's your name?” “I-I-I’m doing okay…” You say as you trail off, making sure to cover your face with your hair, looking down. "My name is Y/N…" "Nice to meet you, Y/Nssi," he beams. "I'm sure you already know who I am, but I am Wonho of Monsta X. I see you have already met my mom." He bows politely. "Yes, nice to meet you too." You return the bow meekly. You look back up at him to smile politely and notice the beads of sweat glistening along his forehead and the side of his face. A stark contrast against his black hair. You are surprised at how casual he was in front of you, a fan, for this. Does he not know he could kill you in an instant if you let him? (Nah, you were already dead before it started.) As you become lost in thought on how this is even reality right now, he and his mother chatted away, probably something about their days recently. You are trying not to be rude and listen into the conversation, but the unexpected starstruck really hit hard with you. Normally, if you are prepared to meet someone who is in some ways well-known or famous, you would not be a bumbling mess. Your own personality shines much more brilliantly and naturally. If this was a fansign, you would have ample time to calm down, even before the meet up — at least, that is what you would know from what you have seen on social media. You did not want to treat Wonho like he was on a pedestal or some kind of god. Geez, but this was far too soon and too unexpected! You come back to reality when you realize a hand was waving in your face. "Are you still there?" Wonho asks. "Hm?" Your eyebrows quirk. Oh, that is right. Wonho is still there in front of you. Wonho is still there in front of you! "Did you want to see my arms?" he asks with a chuckle. "You were staring really hard at them." "Eh?" You spaced out and did not know you were burning a hole through his arms. "A-ah, no! It's okay! I'm okay — " "Oh…" he slumps in his seat, eyes looking down. "So you don't want to see them…" He looks back up to you with puppy eyes. Your breath hitched in your throat as you have realized what you said. "N-no! I don't mean that! I mean, like, you don't have to show them to me. Only if you're comfortable." He laughs. "It's okay. I'm not offended. I knew what you meant." He winks playfully. "It's getting a little hot for me in here anyway, so do you mind if I take off my sweater?" Your nostrils involuntarily flare and your heart quickens. You shove that thought to the dirt. Now that he has been here for a while, you are trying every way to calm down and treat him like a normal human being. "No, I don't mind." He smiles and nods. You look away and out the window to the busy street as you hear the shuffling of fabric next to you, chin resting on your hand. You noticed it was just a little too quiet at the table despite his movement. "Where's your mom?" He chuckles. "You didn't hear?" He must have realized you were spacing out. "She went back to finish up cleaning and busting the tables." "Ah…" "So she was telling me how talented you are at drawing." "Oh…?" "And I kind of want to see it for myself." "Uhh…you sure? I'm not that good…" "Hey." "Yeah?" "Why won't you look at me?" You freeze. Do you dare mention that your face has been beet red and the mere thought of looking at him in the flesh with no sleeves is just going to kill you? "I'm embarrassed," you say, settling in that word alone. You feel him leaning closer to you. "Embarrassed?" You nod your head. "Whether your drawing looks good or not, I'll still love it all the same," he assures softly. "It's okay that you drew me." You close your eyes and sigh. Wanting to get this over with, you slowly turn your body back around and see him in a loosely fitted white tee with his sleeves partially rolled up. His arms are magnificently big, but in their relaxed state, it is not so bad; not as intimidating as you thought. He flashes his pearly whites at you, his eyes disappearing. "Ah… There's a face I want to see." You exhale out of your nose in half amusement and relief and give a wry smile. Sure, you are sitting in front of Wonho right now, but you are becoming more relaxed to his presence, arms and all. You slowly unveil your sketchbook and your phone peeks out, his PC in full glory. "Is that your favorite one of me?" he gestures to the PC. "Well," you begin, tilting your head to the side as you glance at it. "It's the only one I have of you out of all the albums I have." There is still a part of you that finds talking about all of this weird, especially talking about it to him, but you have to go along with it since he asked. "Oh, really? Did Minhyuk take over your photos?" he jokes. "Actually, that's what happened," you laugh. "Almost every album, it's him!" You relax just a little more. "I'll make sure to scold him for you." He winks. Gathering the courage, you shuffle out your sketchbook to be in front of you. "So, you wanted to see my drawings?" You glance up at him… in the eyes for those extra courage points. He nods. You shift the sketchbook over to him and flip through the pages, whether it was a work in progress or completed. You explain details of each concept drawn and what classes they were for. Sometimes, half of the drawings were for fun as you explained different styles and techniques to hone your personal art skill. You sometimes take a peek at him to see his expression and it seemed deep in concentration with some amounts of awe, indicating to you he was sincerely listening and genuinely interested. Your body loosens up even more. In between the flipping of pages, Wonho would ask questions about you, like how did you get into traditional art, what type of music do you listen to when you are working, how do you juggle between university and social, work, and home life. At one point, he even asked about your dating life. "I… don't really have much of one," you state flatly. "Oh, is that so?" His eyebrows raise in surprise. "Yeah, too frivolous. It makes me lose concentration on my work. I don't have as much time for it as other students do. It's quite a time investment. They won't understand why art is such a big passion of mine, so they'll just eventually leave me anyways." You look over to Wonho who seems to be baffled, yet sad. "I'm okay. I'm not hurt by this. I've accepted it." "Not a single soul would understand?" You chuckle. "Not even one." You flip the page. It lands on the partially finished portraiture of Wonho. You completely forgot about it and your body tensed up. You begin to slowly pull the sketchbook away from him. "Ahh, this isn't finished — " He stops you by holding onto the other side of the sketchbook, slowly pulling it back to him. "Oh, no, we're not gonna be shy here." You are still holding onto it, except it is slowly slipping from your fingers. You feel your grip shaking a little. Meanwhile, you look at Wonho, then down to his grip. Not a single struggle. Not wanting to tear your possession, you sigh. "Fine." You suddenly let go and the book jerked into his hand. You turn away again with your chin resting in your hand once more. He chuckles and you feel a gingerly pat on your head. You turn back to him in bewilderment, but he was already looking deep into your drawing. You turn your body slightly towards him to analyze his expression. Does he like it? Does he dislike it? Does he — "My mom was right. You really did capture me so well…" "I… I just, you know, uh…" You scratch the back of your head. "It's really well done. I am kind of jealous of this Wonho because he looks better than me!" You laugh. "What? No! You've always looked amazing, inside out, no matter what!" Whoops. That was too much, you thought. "Oh, no, I'm sorry, that was frank of me." You shrink into yourself out of embarrassment. "Hey, it's okay," he says gently. "I like hearing that from Monbebe, because, well, it gives me strength to keep doing what I'm doing." He pauses and lowers his eyes. "I'll admit, even if I look strong like this — " He tenses his muscles. " — I'm not always strong for myself when I need to be — are you okay?!" "Hm?" You look at him in confusion. "Yeah, why wouldn't I be okay?" "Your nose is bleeding." "Oh, is it?" you say nonchalantly. You take a napkin nearby you and wipe the blood off as best as you can. You ball it up without looking. "Okay, so you were saying that we're your source of strength?" "Does this happen often?" he says, eyebrows furrowed. "Hm?" "The nosebleed." "Oh, no, rarely." He stiffens and reaches forward to console you, a look of worry etched into his face. "We need to take you to the hospital...!" "Oh, no, no, no, it's okay. I'm fine. Don't worry about it." You wave your hand dismissively. You know exactly why your nose was bleeding and it happened when he tensed his wonderfully sculpted muscles right before you. Seriously, how is he so casual about this? "How are you so casual about this?!" Wonho exclaims. "Shh, it's okay!" you whisper. You realize you are closer to him than normal, then noticed that your hand was covering his mouth. Your head tingles in panic as you try not to jerk your hand away, but slowly move it off of him as you blush. "I'm sorry." You look up at him in earnest. "But, please, do not worry about me. Tell me about how Monbebe is your source of strength." "Hoseoki!" You and Wonho both turn to the source of the voice. His mother looked primed and ready to leave with her tote bag hanging on her shoulder. He gets up and goes to her. "Is this bag too heavy for you?" he asks, checking the weight of the bag. "Silly boy, it's fine! Your mom may be old, but she is still strong." He comes back to the table and you were preparing to leave yourself as that seems to be your cue. Your sketchbook, pencils, erasers and sharpener are all back into their spots in your messenger bag. He picks up the sweater and puts it back on. "Hey, I'm sorry. I'll have to take my mom home now," he says. You might have heard a lace of sadness in his voice. "It's alright. It's no worries!" You smile. "You take care of her." "It was nice meeting you and getting to know you, Y/Nssi." "It was nice to meet you too, Wonhossi." A flash of sadness reflected in his eyes. Or did it? Both of you and his mother said your goodbyes and bowing as you all leave the café. You begin walking in the opposite direction from them, going back to the apartments that are close to the café but also the university too. You immediately reminisce on what just happened in the span of an hour, wondering if you had gone to this café more often and actually stayed longer, would you have met Wonho even sooner? You shake your head. It does not matter now. You were just happy to have met him once and that is that. Not to mention the feedback of the portraiture fueled your eagerness to finish the draft sooner, so you could make a real painting out of it. Especially now that you had a glimpse of him and his personality in the flesh, you could add that depth to your piece. //////////////////// 2  M O N T H S  L A T E R // University Arena

You had finished your graduation ceremony at the university and was walking out to find your friends and family in multiple places. You have been pulled by various friends to have photos together, posing for the cameras or taking selfies that were in abundance. It was very crowded due to having to graduate with 2,100 other graduates as well. You eventually find your family and closest friends and they showered you with bouquets, a beautiful flower crown, and balloons. They all hug you tightly with congratulations and love. Your father pats you on the head and smiles with pride. Your mother holds your hand, not wanting to let go of the child she had raised who has now graduated university. Another round of picture taking and selfies begin with those closest to you. "Y/N!" You crane your neck to look for the voice of whomever is calling you, but see no one. "Y/N!" This time, it is closer. You look around again, thinking the voice has given you misdirection. "Y/N." You turn around and see another male graduate you are familiar with, but more as a classmate. "Oh, hey, Yoojin! We've finally made it!" "Yeah, finally!" he exclaims. He clears his throat. "Listen, someone is here looking for you." "Who?" "I don't know, but you'll have to follow me." "Oma, I'll be right back," you call out to your mother. "Child, where are you going — " "I'll be right back!" Your mother huffs but has no choice but to let you go. "Okay, Yoojin, let's go." "Take my wrist so we don't get lost." You oblige. Both of you are bumping into everyone everywhere you go and it does not get any easier when you run into people who were in the same department as you and wanted pictures. The same goes for him as he was in the science department. As both of you push by, the crowd becomes less and less dense, leaving a few people scattered by the edges. Most of them are families with professional photographers. By this time, you were able to let go of Yoojin's wrist and walk normally. "I am so sorry I had to drag you out of there," he pants. "But apparently, this person is really eager to see you." "If they were so eager, I'm surprised they didn't fight the crowd," you chuckle. You follow him until the pavement meets the grass. There was a walkway that was heading up to one of the gazebos around the front. "He's waiting for you there." "You're not coming with me?" you ask, surprised. "What if I get kidnapped?" "I'm… sure he's harmless, but just in case, I'll wait here." A thud was felt in your chest. You look to the structure. You cannot really see anyone, but if you squint hard enough, you might make out a silhouette. However, the gazebo's intricate design makes it difficult to see. You begin walking as Yoojin looks on after you. The crowd's noise becomes fainter with every step. The only things you hear now are the birds chirping and the clacking of your heels. As you get closer to the gazebo, you become more hyper-aware of your own heartbeat. You slow to a stop just about 10 steps shy away from the entrance. You take deep breaths to calm your nerves as you play with the academic stole around your neck. You can do this. Just get it over with , you thought. If something bad happens, Yoojin is there. You look back and sure enough, he is still watching you. Gathering your strength, you brusquely walk on and into the entrance. You look around and find someone sitting on the left side of you all in black with a beautiful and abundant bouquet seemingly slipping slowly out of his hand. His head hangs low and his black cap prevents you from seeing his face. Is he… sleeping? You hesitate to step any closer to him. "H-hello?" you call out gingerly. "Are you okay…?" You see the bouquet slipping out of the last finger and you lunge forward to catch it — just in time. In turn, you feel a hand gracing over yours. You snap your head up and slowly, he reveals his face to you. He grins. "Hi." You gasp loudly, making sure the next step was not a scream because that would alert Yoojin. "Wo… Wonho...!" You set the bouquet down on the bench carefully and step back, hands covering your gaping mouth. He pushes himself out of the seat and straightens up. Your eyes cannot stop following him. He takes off his cap as you take on what he was wearing: a tie, dress shirt and skinny fit dress pants complete with a black leather jacket that happens to have a dark red lining on the inside. There also seems to be a subdued color on his dress socks too, matching the inside of his jacket. One thing was different about him. His hair is blond this time, styled like that of Beautiful era. He picks up the bouquet and presents them to you. "Congratulations, Y/N," he says softly. You stare at the flowers as he hands them off to you. You close your eyes and inhale their aroma. "It's so… beautiful," you say breathlessly, looking back up at him. "Why… how come you're here?" "Ah…" He puts his hands in his pants pockets and looks around. "After that night, I wasn't sure if I wanted to leave you. I really wasn't sure about anything. But there was one thing I was really sure about: it's that I like you." Your eyes widen. Are your ears deceiving you? You shake your head. "I'm sorry, you — ?" "I do like you, Y/N," Wonho states. "If — " He lowers his gaze to the ground. "If you're okay with that." Silence falls on the both of you. You have become speechless, awestruck even. This was someone who was your bias for so long, and to stand here, in front of you, admitting to you that he, an idol, likes you… you pinch yourself. You look at him and see he is chewing on his lips nervously. He must have been thinking about this. "I…" you begin. His eyes snap to yours in earnest, eager to listen to anything you have to say. "I am a fan," you declare. "You… are an idol. Is this going to be okay?" "If they have anything to say… I will shut them down. I have done so before. I won't hesitate again." His eyes flashed ice cold for just a split second before returning to the warmth it held. You look between his eyes in bewilderment. He seems very sure of this. He does not seem swayed by any future problems it might hold. He steps closer to you and begins playing with your softly curled hair. He smiles warmly. "So, now that you have more time, and I hope it still isn't so frivolous to you," he begins. "Will you go out with me?" ////////////////////

W O N H O ' S  P E R S P E C T I V E // Leaving the Café

(Disclaimer: this will have the majority traditional Asian perspective, so if something seems off or weird to you, this is a very typical thing, as it is with me and almost all of my Asian friends' traditional parents. Please do not take offense.) As he and his mother walk away from the café, Wonho turns his head around to see her, only to find she is no longer there. He sighs with some amount of regret that he had no way of contact with you at all. "Hoseoki, it looks like you were having a lot of fun with that girl," his mother comments. "I have fun with any and all Monbebe, Oma." "Yes, but not as much fun as with her." He shrugs lightly. "My son, your mom may have bad eyesight, but she can see how much you like her," she says in a serious tone, eyeing her boy. "You know you won't be an idol forever, so sooner or later, you will have to settle down, get married with a good wife, and maybe have some grandchildren for me." "Oma!" Wonho's eyes widened in shock. "This is too much too soon!" His mother laughs heartily. "But make sure she is a right fit for you too. Oma doesn't want you to rush either. Oma only wants you to be happy." She pauses. "She seems like a very lovely girl, who is passionate and isn't afraid to pursue what she wants. She is in some ways like you, but has her own charms." "H-how do you know all this?" he asks. "It's only for an hour and it seems you know more than I do." "Oma always knows more." She smiles as she rubs her son's back. "Try to reach out to her again." He sighs in defeat. He realizes she is right. He does like her passion and the dedication she has to her craft, which he can relate to when it comes to his music and fashion. Nothing can hold their creativity back and that gave him a spark. To him, she is grounded in her goals and aspirations, just as he was. He wants to know more about her. He hopes he can. //////////////////// Throughout the rest of the month, Wonho came by the café more often than not to see if she was there in the evening, working away on her project. Unfortunately, to his dismay, anytime he was there, she was nowhere to be found. He tried to appear sometimes in the morning or afternoon as long as his schedule allows, but she was not there either.

His hopelessness grew, and his regret and guilt became stronger as he fell into his bed in the Monsta X's dorm. In the moment of his last drop of desperation, it hit him. He remembers that the portrait of him was her final project. Finalproject. Her graduation project. He shoots up out of bed to find his phone on the charger. He looks up the university website near the café and scrolls through to find the graduation date. He checks it against his schedule to see if he is able to attend. He grins.

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Title : waiting a full moon cycle

Author : @bidoofgodofdestruction

For : @sawitart

Rating/warnings : I’d say a T. Warning for animal death and injuries

Prompt : Red Riding Hood AU Hinata is a butcher that met wolf Komaeda (cursed) in the forest while hunting and Hinata took care of him. Hinata must be careful not to let other people find Komaeda otherwise he will be killed

Authors notes : Haha, furry Hinata. This ended up not being like red riding hood at all, but well, the description isn’t like red riding hood at all. Also, I completed the first draft in like a day, how awesome is that? But I hope this is sufficient.

The shop after closing time had a kind of melancholy, the way the lights were out and it was official, that nobody would be coming anymore. But he didn’t have time to think about that. Instead he went to back room with some leftover meat for the day, and placed it in front of the fair, white haired wolf, sitting with a patient expression.

“Ah… I don’t deserve this hospitality.” The wolf said “Not a pest like me.”

“Well you can complain about it…” Hajime glared “Or you can eat.”

“Well. It’d be impudent to turn it down!” He laughed “So of course I’ll eat.”

“Then go ahead. Eat.” He motioned to the pile.

He complied, and Hajime rested his chin in his hand. This wolf was an odd case. ~~~~~~~~~~~~

It started with a cold night, and a gun in his hand as he walked through the forest, eyes peeled for any sort of animal that could end up in his shop as a way to net profit.

The sound of rustling in the bushes made his instincts kick into action, aiming the device. There was nothing for a second, tension you could cut with a knife, but then he heard a speaking voice.

“Ah… looks like this is the end. What terrible luck.”

Wait, was that a person?

“Oh, I’m sorry.” He put the gun down and began to push away bits of shrubbery to see who he was apologizing to. He couldn’t believe he almost shot a person! Well, in his defense, what were they even doing rustling around in the bushes but still! He’d have to give them a warning, maybe help them home and- there was a wolf.

“Ahhhh!” He jumped back brandishing his gun again “W-where did you-“

“Are you surprised? I guess that’s to be expected.” The wolf… he spoke. The same voice from before he heard. He was talking. He was talking.

“Why can you talk?!” He shouted.

“Well, probably because I started out as a human, not a wolf.” He commented.

“Wh-wh-wha���” this defied logic! This was absurd! He could hardly process it!

“… If you want to kill me, you should go ahead and do it.”

Part of him was comprehending the idea to put a bullet in this wolf, and never having to think about this encounter again, able to write this off as a figment of his imagination but…

I started out as a human, not a wolf

He lowered the gun and sighed.

“Follow me.” ~~~~~~~~~~

“I apologize. Because of me your hunting had to be cut short.”

“I-I don’t care about that!” Hajime shouted “You said you were a human before! Is that true?”

“Yes… unfortunately, I accidentally stumbled into a witches garden, and she wasn’t one to listen to explanations…”

“Oh great. Talking wolves, and witches exist.” He rubbed his temples “Anything else I should know?”

“Well… the curse can only be lifted by true loves kiss.”

“By what?!”

The wolf suddenly burst into laughter. “Just kidding of course.”

“Oh…” Well you couldn’t blame him for falling for that temporarily with all the other things he��d heard in the past few seconds… “Well, what does cure it then?”

“Well, apparently this just lasts for a  month.” The wolf said tilting its head “I was just changed the other day though. So I have a long time to spend in this form.”

“Okay. Here’s the deal.” Hajime pointed “I’ll let you stay the night and offer up some food. Okay?”

“Oh, I couldn’t possibly!” The wolf shook his head “Not without repayment!”

“Fine then! You can help me with my hunting tommorow.” He offered “Then you don’t have to feel like you’re taking advantage of me or anything.”

“Hm… I guess I can accept that answer.” The wolf nodded “Should I tell you my name then?”

“Huh?”

“If you’re going to take me in, you should at least know my name.” He replied “Do you want to hear it?”

“Oh. Yeah, probably.”

“Then allow me.” He nodded holding up a paw “My name is Nagito Komaeda.”

“Hajime Hinata.” He introduced back taking the outstretched paw with his hand and shaking it up and down “Nice to meet you.” ~~~~~~~~~~

“I can smell something over there.” Nagito said, motioning his head toward a clearing. Hajime took a deep breath and sharpened his gaze, to a duck taking a stroll. He aimed his gun, and then a loud crack took through the air, and the duck was laying motionless on the ground.

“Excellent shot Hajime!”

“Whatever. You’ve fulfilled your end of the deal and I’ve fulfilled mine. Now is there any friends or family I can take you too?”

“Oh. No, not at all.” He shook his head.

“They don’t have to be close by. I should at least get you to someone.”

“No, you don’t understand.” Nagito said “I don’t think there’s a single person in the world who wants me around.”

“Y-You’re kidding.”

“Sorry. This must be a true burden to-“

“Then you can stay with me for the full month.” He burst out.

“… Excuse me?”

Did he seriously say that? What was he thinking.

“Well I mean, today went well.” He said reasoning with himself just as much as the other “Having a hunting partner could be useful, and I don’t want you to go out on your own. You could die.”

Nagito stayed quiet for a moment. Then…

“Hahaha. I really got you there, didn’t I?”

“What?” His eyes widened “Wait, did you lie to me?”

The wolf remained quiet. Then… he just started walking off.

“Hey! Answer my question!” He shouted.

“I’ve said too much to you.”

“So are you lying or not?!”

He didn’t respond.

“URRRRRGH!” He ran to block his path “Look, I can’t have you on my conscious knowing you possibly died in the wild, so give it straight to me.”

“My, that’s a tall thing to say. You just murdered another animal.”

“Well, not a human!” He shook his head “I can’t just let you wander.”

“What makes you so sure?”

“I’m unsure about a lot of things, so I might be unsure about this, but at the very least give me a chance.” He pleaded “It’s all I can do and I need to do something or else this is just going to haunt me.”

“… In other words, you won’t give up no matter what I do.” He sighed “Well, I guess it’s out with it then. No, I don’t have anybody to go to.”

“Fine. Then stay with me.” He offered “Please?”

“… Fine.” ~~~~~~~~~

He started gaining more spoils of the hunt with Nagito around, which was good because he would put quite a bit of it into feeding him. Nagito would always insist he didn’t deserve it, but he didn’t know what he expected him to do when he said that.

“Say, Hajime.” Kazuichi smiled to him one day “Got a lady you got your eye on?”

“No…?” He raised an eyebrow “Why would you think that?”

“Well, I’ve noticed you getting nervous if anyone goes near the back room.” He stood on his tip-toes “Got a little shrine for her in there?”

“Wait, does that mean you have a shrine to Sonia in your house?”

“… No.”

It sounded like he did. He should never overestimate Kazuichi Souda.

“Well, whatever!” He shouted “If it’s not that, then what is it?”

“I’m not getting nervous about the back room! Your imagination is just going wild.”

“Uh-uh! I know something is up!”

Hoo boy. Maybe he should’ve just gone along with his shrine idea.

“Never mind. Just leave.”

“Is it a note of me doing something embarrassing? Huh?”

Hajime pushed him out the door.

“Oh come on! Is it?”

“Goodbye Kazuichi.” Hajime said as he slammed the door and sighed then waited a moment. He switched the sign on the door to closed. Then he went to the back room.

“Come on Nagito. Let’s go home.” ~~~~~~~

Sleep wouldn’t take over, no matter what he did, so he looked over at Nagito, already sound asleep. You know, his fur looked so soft to the touch. Large tufts sticking out all over him, so he was buried in a coat of pure fluff. Hajime reached a hand out and started petting.

“Mm… Hajime?”

He then became aware of what he was doing and pulled back, his face turning red.

“I’m sorry! I don’t know what I was thinking! It just looked so…” he turned away “Sorry.”

“Having trouble sleeping?”

Hajime sighed and sat up in bed.

“Just… one of those nights.”

“Well, I’ve been able to sleep well.” Nagito commented “Probably because I haven’t had much to do other than sleep since I ended up like this.”

Hajime studied the white wolfs face, so calm and accepting. How did he manage to deal with this absurd situation? He didn’t want it. Yet he had seemed to just take it in stride.

“Are you okay?”

“Of course. Why do you ask?”

“Because… you turned into a wolf! Who just accepts that so casually?”

“True… but a lot of unexpected things have happened to me before.”

“Like what?”

“Well, for now you should focus on getting to sleep.” He did what he thought was the wolf equivalent to a shrug “Good night Hajime.”

“… Good night.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “Say Nagito.” Hajime started one day in the woods “Have you ever gone hunting before?”

“Not before I met you, no.” He shook his head “Why?”

“Because… you don’t seem to have a reaction to it.” He said “This kind of stuff is kinda scary isn’t it?”

“Well, it’s repaying the person who took me in, so I don’t allow myself to take issue in it.” He replied “It’s why I grew accustomed to it so quick!”

Wait, that was right. He seemed to already be good at it the first time sniffing out prey, despite just being turned. Was he really working himself that hard?

“Hajime? Are you thinking of something?”

“Yeah…” Hajime bent down to meet him eye to eye “Are you tired?”

“No, not at all.”

Hajime didn’t want to press but he didn’t fully believe that statement. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ That night, when Nagito’s asleep, Hajime lifted him over onto the bed and draped him with his own blanket.

“Get a good nights sleep.” He whispered “Please.”

The next morning when he woke up, Nagito was peering at him with a curious gaze.

“You know I shed right?”

Hajime rolled his eyes “Good morning Nagito.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ He really was good company. Hajime hated to admit it, but the guy made him crack a real smile every so often with little things.

The way he bobbed his head up and down.

His melodious voice, sometimes used for singing.

The way he always found a way to say something nice about him.

That’s why it was so frustrating whenever he talked badly about himself.

“Can you stop?” He asked one time that it happened.

“Stop what?”

“Talking like you’re worthless. You are worth something. To me.”

“You hardly know me.”

“I live with you!”

“You’ve lived with me less than a month.”

“True but… we’ve spent plenty of time together. Come on.”

“I’m not worth getting upset over.” Nagito laid down “So you should stop.”

“Wait, Nagito! Ugh!” He rubbed his temples. Why did he have to be so difficult “Can’t you just stop?”

“… I don’t think so.”

Hajime sighed and began studying the dust on the floor as if that would give him a hint on what to do. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~< Moonlight poured through the window, and Hajime took time to reach out and let it illuminate him. It was a full moon tonight… wasn’t that the kind wherein it was usually associated humans turned into wolves? Well, usually this process took one month. That meant they were waiting in the time of a full moon.

“It’s lovely isn’t it?” Nagito asked “I truly admire beautiful things like a full moon.”

“Beautiful things…” in all honesty, he never took the time to find he would call something beautiful, but looking into the night sky… “Yeah. I think the moon is pretty beautiful.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

One day off, he left Nagito home and came back with a book.

“Ah! That’s one of my favorites!” Nagito exclaimed “You’re going to love it! It’s so inspiring!”

“Oh… would you like to read it too?”

“I’m afraid in this state it’s rather hard for me to be holding onto a book.”

“Then come sit next to me. You can tell me when to turn the page.” He patted the ground next to him “Come on.”

“Why would you want that?”

“Just because.”

Nagito eyed him for a few moments, but he accepted, walking over and leaning against Hajime, making him feel the soft fur on his side.

“Go ahead.”

Hajime smiled and opened the book. ~~~~~~~~~~

It was a pretty cheesy novel, punctuated with long speeches from the heroes how they should never give up hope, and that they will always prevail. Well, it didn’t hurt to have something positive in your life he supposed.

“Isn’t it wonderful?” Nagito asked the day they read the final page “It’s so inspiring! So wonderful! Truly, a masterpiece.”

“I wouldn’t go that far.” Hajime shrugged “But it was a good read.”

“Wouldn’t go that far?” Nagito repeated “It was a truly wonderful tale.”

He seemed to really love the story’s positivity.

“You know, if you’re going to be basking in this, be more so about yourself.”

“Hm?”

“You’re always saying you’re lowly or filth or whatever, yet you love stories about keeping your head up.” He put a hand on his head “You deserve to be happy about yourself.”

“I really don’t.” He sighed “Those heroes are in their own league. Far above mine.”

“Quit saying that! You’re just affirming it to yourself!” He groaned. Maybe he was trying something futile or- or maybe he was just trying to expect too big results out of this. Maybe he didn’t have to go so big “How about this? If you can’t stop entirely can you start with just one day?”

“You Really aren’t going to let this go are you?”

“Please. One day. See how it is. Won’t you?” He asked “It’s almost been a month, and I’d like to go a day without hearing it.”

“… I’ll try.” He sighed “If you’re asking it of me.”

That was something. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The next day, Hajime was buried under a pile of boxes.

“It was just an unlucky break. I’m fine.” He told Nagito when explaining the situation “They must’ve not been able to support their weight anymore.”

“An unlucky break…” Nagito repeated. ~~~~~~~~~~

Hajime woke up the next morning and couldn’t find Nagito anywhere.

“Nagito?!” He shouted running outside “Nagito!”

Dammit, did he leave? Why would he…

“Nagito!” He screeched at the top of his lungs “Nagito!”

He ran out into the forest his eyes darting about trying to find him, but nothing was appearing. Then he saw rustling bushes.

“Nagito…?”

Well, it was a wolf. Just not Nagito. The creature pounced on him immediately, and Hajime felt fear wash over him, with no gun, nothing to do, except let himself become a meal.

Then the wolf was off of him and Hajime could see why. Nagito had attacked it.

“Nagito?”

The two wolves continued in their fight, until the one that had jumped him took a bite out of Nagito’s leg. He promptly fell over.

“No!” Hajime grabbed a stick and ran at the wolf with all his might, getting it on the ground, then plunging the thorn into it. It let out a cry and fell on his side unmoving. Hajime took deep breaths and turned to Nagito. ~~~~~~~~~~~

“Just relax.” Hajime set him down on the bed “It’ll be okay.”

“No it won’t.” Nagito muttered “I was trying to get away.”

“… Oh.” He honestly considered Nagito a friend so hearing that kinda stung. “I’m sorry you didn’t like me enough for something like this to happen.”

“No, you don’t understand.” Nagito replied, and Hajime could see tears in his eyes “It’s far more dangerous for you if I’m around.”

“I… don’t understand what you mean.”

“The reason I don’t have anyone… it’s because I have bad luck. People who get close to me die.”

“Wha- that can’t be possible.”

“So many people have met terrible fates just from being around me. I’ve kept myself isolated for so long so it’d just apply to me, and that’s how I got into this situation in the first place.”

“Nagito…”

“You need to throw me out. Get rid of me. Please.”

“Nagito…” He looked at him solemnly. Did he really believe in luck? “You’re injured. I especially can’t leave you now.”

“Hahaha… this is truly bad luck.” Nagito muttered “I ended up like this so I can’t even get away from you. I’ll be your doom.”

“Nagito, you saved me back there.” He insisted “If you hadn’t shown up I’d be a dead man.”

“But-“

“I can’t pretend I know what’s going to happen but please. Let me take care of you.”

“… Fine.” He sighed “But then I’m getting out of here.”

“Thank you.” Hajime sighed “For being able to share this much with me. I’ll help patch up your leg.”

That was kind of a tall order though since he was no doctor.

“Look, just… breathe okay.” He said one day “The curse should be up soon so… hold on for just a bit.”

Nagito didn’t say anything.

“Say… this bad luck of yours. Can you give me an example?” It wasn’t like he believed in it, but…

“Well… one of the first times… was with my dog.” Nagito said “He died and in exchange my parents took me on a vacation as consolation. But the carriage crashed. I was the only survivor. And I got a massive inheritance in exchange. I always get something in the end. As if that makes up for it.”

“Oh…” He whispered. He didn’t know what to say to that tragedy.

“It’s become commonplace to me. People so much as coming into close proximity die.” He murmured “Who knows? With how much you’re caring for me, fate probably already has a death planned out for you.”

“Nagito… I was put in the most danger today when you weren’t with me. But then when you came in you saved me. Doesn’t that mean something to you?”

“It means I prolonged the inevitable.” He muttered.

Hajime sighed as he looked at Nagito’s injury still bleeding like crazy.

“I can’t say I know what to do. I never know.”

“It’s okay…” Nagito closed his eyes “It’s…”

“Nagito? Stay with me!” He desperately started shaking him, not even noticing the glow emanating from him and how his features were melding from that of a wolf to a man “Nagito! Please!”

Nagito opened his eyes again, now looking at himself, and his leg… it had a large cut, but it was slowly closing itself…

“Well won’t you look at that?” He laughed “I guess reverting back to my previous self means going back to before I was injured huh?”

Hajime didn’t have any words to say to him.

“Well, anyways I better leave now. I’ve done enough. I-“ he began to stand, but as soon as he did he was falling forward.

“Ah!” Hajime caught him and lowered him to the ground “Be careful. You might not be used to walking on two legs again yet.”

“Ah… how horribly unlucky.” Now tears were running down his face “I’m still being helped by you even after the curse wore off.”

“Nagito, you can stay here.” Hajime insisted “I don’t know if I’ll die, or you’ll get injured again, but I want to stand by you.”

“That’s pretty foolish of you to say Hajime.”

“I know… but you’re my… you’re my friend. And I’m not abandoning a friend in need.”

“… Are you sure?”

Hajime smiled “Yes.”

He’d wait as many full moons as it took for Nagito, and whatever happened, he’d be ready.