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lazyjellyfish300 · 2 months ago

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𝒎𝒐𝒎 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒂𝒅 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏 𝑬𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒆𝒈𝒈 𝒉𝒖𝒏𝒕

𔒌 miguel o'hara x fem wife!reader

𔒌 synopsis: you & your husband miguel celebrate Easter & family shenanigans ensue. part of my mom & dad are fighting series. words: 3.3k

𔒌 cw: minors dni just in case, fluff, you have kids together, protective dad miguel, established relationship, no physical description of your kids, nudity at the end but nothing suggestive, mostly just fluff

𔒌 a/n: i know easter is over but here you go, miguel nation! 🐰dividers by @/saradika-graphics

The light from your kitchen cascades across your living room, giving life to everything it touches, from the little birds in the trees outside, to the merry excitement inside, sustained by the delectable smell of honey glaze wafting from the ham roasting in the oven and the hearty smell of Belgian waffles with homemade strawberry syrup and freshly brewed coffee.

Easter was well underway in the home of the O'Haras.

"Hiii, babyyy!" You coo to your five month old daughter, Rosie, who has a big gummy smile for you between her pink pacifier, kicks her chubby legs as she watches her mommy plate the deviled eggs from her bouncer.

Miguel's most tender gazes for you are those he gives you whenever you're not looking, just like the one he's giving you right now as he watches you from across the room, not minding the tornado of destruction in your living room from your kids with all their brand new toys, fueled by the chocolate tsunami running rampant in their veins.

"Hey kids! Look who's here!"

MJ calls from the entryway with Mayday in her carrier, bringing her over to play with baby Rosie next to her bouncer.

Peter B. clumsily straightens the head of the Easter Bunny costume that got a little lopsided from when he was putting it on in the driveway, almost falling over on top of MJ when he wasn't paying attention to where he was going.

"EASTER BUNNY, EASTER BUNNY!"

Your seven-year-old Marcus and three-year-old Anthony lose their minds as they nearly trip over each other and scream to be the first to sit on the Easter Bunny's lap.

"Actually, the oldest goes first." Miguel reminds them sternly and they pout and grumble while Gabi merrily skips to the front and takes a seat.

"Hey Easter Bunny! I know you're not the real Easter Bunny." Gabi says as a matter-of-fact, folding her arms.

"What- *cough* I mean- what makes you say that, little girl?" Peter B. tries his best to disguise his voice as MJ facepalms. (You would think he'd be better at acting by now, what with having a double life as Spider-Man and all)

"What do you mean, aren't you just Peter-"

You shoot a look at Gabi that says, "So help me. Don't ruin this for your little brothers."

"Oop." Gabi covers her mouth and looks at her Papa for reassurance.

Miguel clears his throat and gives her a stern look,

"Listen to your mom."

He side-eyes Marcus and Anthony who are looking a little confused.

"Uh, I mean. Peter...Cottontail!" Gabi beams as she quickly thinks on her feet, saving the day.

Once your back is turned, Miguel gives a secret thumbs up to Gabi.

"Good job."

Inside his heart swelled with pride. His little girl inherited the bullshit detector from her old man. She was too smart of a cookie for all that fairytale nonsense.

Gabi tells the Easter Bunny all she wants for Easter is straight A's, and to win her soccer championship.

"I'll see what I can do, little lady." Peter answers from behind the sweaty Easter Bunny helmet, and she gives a squeak of joy as she moves out of the way for Marcus.

"Do you have a pen?" Marcus asks the Easter Bunny as soon as he sits down on Peter's lap.

You just smile and shake your head from the kitchen as Marcus gives Peter the laundry list of items he wants for Easter: including a new bicycle, the Millennium Falcon from Star Wars Lego set, a new garage for all his monster trucks, and world peace.

"Okay! Last but certainly not least!"

Anthony waddles cautiously towards the Easter Bunny, a little intimidated by the stranger in his living room.

"Ant, it's the Easter Bunny. Remember you went to the mall with Abuelita and saw him there too?" Miguel helps plop Anthony in the Easter Bunny's lap.

"AWWWH, so cute! Okayyyy...big smile!" MJ walks in front with a camera to take a picture.

"Oye, look at Tía Parker, Ant." Miguel snaps his fingers as he tries to get Anthony's attention, pulling a goofy face as he stands behind MJ.

Anthony lasts about three seconds before he ugly cries and all the photos MJ snaps on her camera show him fighting for his life to get away from the Easter Bunny.

"Alright kids, Easter Bunny's gotta go to the gas station. He has a few more stops to make." Peter announces from inside the costume before the head almost gets knocked off from walking into Miguel.

"Go out the back door, dumbass." Miguel hisses as he quickly fixes the lopsided Easter Bunny costume before Marcus notices.

"My bad." Peter wobbles his way out, getting his tail stuck in the door before MJ comes to rescue him once again.

"Mm, honey! We need to get a move on if we want to start on time." You hang up your apron, doing your best to round up baby Rosie who's getting applesauce everywhere but her mouth.

"Tío Peter!!! You just missed him!" Marcus tells Peter who comes hobbling back in with sweaty hair and disheveled clothes.

"Oh, bummer, what a shame..." Peter B. pretends to act disappointed, swearing under his breath when Mayday comes up to him holding the rental costume receipt in her chubby fist.

"Kids! Chop chop, let's go!!" You shout over the commotion when Anthony and Marcus are starting up their rough housing again.

"Your mom's right. Hey!!! Knock it off. " Miguel glares as Anthony lobs a Lego truck at Marcus's head, picking him up and shuffling him into a single file line next to his siblings before they shuffle out the door in a cyclone of chaos with their Easter baskets.

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"Babe. You know these kids are...Gabi's age at most? They're not spider-kids." You look on with disapproval at Miguel as you watch him hide the eggs in the most outrageous spots known to man: inside a storm drain, inside George Stacey's mailbox, and on top of the park pavilion roof where an adult, much less a kid could reach.

"I'm just making it a healthy competition." Miguel answers, brushing his hands together in triumph. "A little challenge never killed anybody."

"I swear to God, O'Hara." You tap your foot as Miguel wears a shit eating grin as he walks up and stands in front of you. "500 eggs, Miguel. I counted all of them. If less than 500 eggs get found today, you are responsible for every last one that didn't get found because you made it the goddamn Odyssey instead of an Easter egg hunt for elementary schoolers." You drive your point home with little pokes of your finger into his chest which barely phase him.

Miguel smirks off your concerns, his thumb playfully tickling the point of your chin as you give him an adorable glare. "Alright fine, deal."

He looks both ways to make sure you were alone before he takes your face in his hand and lightly squeezes your cheeks like a guppy, stealing a kiss from your lips. "But you'll be eating those words, Mrs. O'Hara."

"Hmph, we'll see."You answer, trying to ignore the way that kiss warmed your cheeks and the colony of butterflies that erupted in your belly despite having over five years of this together.

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Soon, the neighborhood park is a buzzing hub of Easter excitement as families and children pour in for the first ever neighborhood egg hunt, hosted by yours truly.

You stand proudly next to your husband, looking like the First Lady on his arm with your pale pink gingham Easter dress and friendly waves and smiles for everyone who arrives.

Miguel is obviously a bit uncomfortable in the limelight, but manages polite nods and firm handshakes that his limited social battery would allow, looking equally as dapper next to you in his baby blue Ralph Lauren polo and khakis.

"Who was the dumbass that invited them?" Miguel grumbles when Kron Stone, his wife, and his two shithead sons make an appearance. Kron barely looks in your direction, giving a little smile to you out of feigned politeness but then reverting back to that loathable expression on his face with a stiff nod towards Miguel.

"You did, babe." You whisper through your teeth. "You asked him at work when you were in a good mood."

"...Oh." Miguel falls quiet again as he slowly remembers. This is what he gets for being a decent human being. Damn his good mood that got him into situations he'd regret like always.

But, he sees Conchata and your mother arrive with all four O'Hara kids: Gabi and Rosie in their matching lavender dresses with frilly bows, Marcus grumbling as he fiddles with his tie, and Anthony wearing a big goldfish smile with his little bowtie, Easter baskets at the ready.

Miguel's little constellations, his reason for doing it all thanks to the woman next to him. His heart ascends a little lighter in his chest and he decides he won't let Kron have any more power over this holiday than they already did, giving your hand a squeeze before he goes to join them.

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"Ahem, um, welcome, everyone, to the first ever annual O'Hara Neighborhood Easter Egg Hunt." Miguel pauses as everyone erupted into applause.

"Oh my Goddd can we start already?" Marcus says almost a little too loud.

"Callaté." (Shut up) Gabi elbows him and Miguel shoots both of them a look that says, "Behave."

"My wife and I appreciate you all for coming out this Easter Sunday. Now for the rules..." Miguel takes out his reading glasses as he struggles to read his chicken scratch handwriting from the piece of notebook paper he kept in his breast pocket.

"No running. No fighting. No pushing and shoving. Participants must stay in their age categories." He looks over at Marcus who pouts, as his plans to sneak into the 10 year olds category got foiled all at once.

"Parents. This is a kids' Easter egg hunt. That means no helping." He side-eyes Peter B. who looks confused.

"What'd I do?"

"I think that's about it." Miguel hums as he stows his speech back in his pocket. "We will let the 0-3 category go first. Let the hunt begin."

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The park is overtaken by a swarm of chubby babies and toddlers. You cheer on Anthony, holding his basket as he plops in as many Easter eggs as his small hands can find.

Miguel is watching baby Rosie who's just learning how to crawl, laying on her belly in the grass with her big bow in her hair, looking shell shocked.

"Oye, Rosie! Princesa! ¿Qué es esto?(What's this) He gasps as he points out a large pink egg sitting just an arms length away in the grass, but she starts crawling towards a rock instead.

"Rosie! Aquí!" (Here!)Miguel snaps his fingers and Rosie coos as she smacks the rock with one of her chubby hands, seemingly set on her brand new treasure.

"No, the egg! Rosie! Ay Dios mío..." (Oh my God) Miguel sighs as another little baby runs off with the pink egg, leaving him with an empty basket, and a happy Rosie with her brand new rock.

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Marcus also fares well when it's his turn. You smile as all your babies(with the exception of Rosie) come back with full baskets, while Miguel is doing silent calculations of the sugar content in his head as Marcus and Anthony show off their collection of chocolate eggs and jelly beans.

"Maybe we should've gone with my suggestion and stuffed them with trail mix." Miguel folds his arms as you wave him off.

"Miguel, it's Easter, for fuck sakes. Nobody wants trail mix except for you." You mutter, smiling as Miguel knows he's doomed when Anthony discovers a Kinder chocolate egg.

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When it's Gabi's turn to hunt, there's a rambunctious group of boys pushing others to get in front, led by Kron's sons as the ring leaders.

Gabi goes off on her own towards a less busy area next to some trees, finding a jackpot of eggs scattered in a little clearing, when suddenly, the voice of Kron Jr. snaps behind her.

"O'Hara!"

Gabi whips around, her big brown eyes going wide at the gang of boys that surrounded her.

"This area right here is ours." Kron Jr. sneers.

Gabi shoots him an angry look, crossing her arms. "I don't see your name on it."

Across the way, Miguel is supervising, looking over the scene of eager Easter egg hunters to make sure everyone is following the rules.

"Mayday! The candy goes in your mouth, silly." Peter B. shakes his head as he walks towards little Mayday who's looking clueless with a half unwrapped Reese's egg in her hand, before it tumbles in the dirt.

"Oop! 10 second rule." Peter winks as he pops the chocolate in his mouth and Miguel pulls a face of disgust.

Suddenly, Miguel catches a glimpse of Gabi out of the corner of his eye, apparently being cornered by a pack of Chihuahuas. (Kron Jr. and his band of cronies. Like father, like son)

Oh shock, no.

Miguel speedwalks towards Gabi's rescue.

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"My dad owns this park. So therefore it's our territory." Kron Jr. scowls.

Gabi doesn't back down, furrowing her brow. "What is this, Lion King? You don't own everything the light touches!"

Kron Jr. is about to say something else but a 6'9 shadow appears behind where Gabi is standing. He freezes, his mouth agape before he slowly backs away, his minions following suit.

"I..."

Gabi raises an eyebrow at the sudden cowardice. "I what?"

"I...I...let's go." Kron Jr. spins around and walks away quickly, his little gang of hooligans high tailing behind towards safety, muttering to themselves.

"Dude what's wrong with you? "

"Are you kidding me her dad is big AF I'm not trying to die..."

Gabi stands there puzzled for a long moment, shrugging and smiling as she collects her pile of loot. Miguel watches from the shadows a short distance away, releasing his jaw and feeling a huge surge of pride wash over him. He knew his little girl could stand on her own two feet but he'd always be just a holler away whenever she needed him.

The rest of the hunt goes well with virtually no issues.

"Geez, wonder why everybody's so quiet this year. Usually the kids are more crazy." Gabi wonders to herself as the other kids part out of her way as she collects her eggs like the Red Sea, not wanting to catch the fade of her protective papa who followed her every move.

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"Gabi, my love!! Bravo!" You and Gabi's siblings have a big smile and cheers for her when she wanders back, triumphant with a basket so full she had to transfer some to her dress pockets.

"Tonight we eat like kings!" Gabi beams as Marcus and Anthony marvel at how she was able to fit that many.

You look over at Miguel suspiciously when he walks in behind her. "You wouldn't have anything to do with this, would you?"

Miguel's eyes widen and he clears his throat. "Course not."

"You did it again, didn't you?" You shake your head with a sigh as Conchata and your mother come to round up the grandbabies, walking back to your home down the street as the egg hunt wraps up.

"Hmm, what do you mean, mí vida?" Miguel plays clueless, sandalwood scent wrapping you up in the arm he puts around your shoulders as you stay behind the rest of the family, talking in low voices.

"You were lurking again." You shake your head but wrap your arm around his waist all the same, letting your head rest a little more against his chest.

"I wasn't lurking." Miguel scoffs, putting a hand in his pocket as he shoots Kron Sr. and Jr. another look as they scowl at him on their way out, Kron Jr.'s basket noticeably less full.

"Serves him right though, the little shit."

"Miguel!" You bump his hip. "Can we have world peace on Easter for once?"

"We'll see." Miguel hums. "But we're definitely not inviting them next year."

You sigh, knowing you won't get through to him. But, as you two walk into the house, seeing all of your kids sitting in a circle, already playing candy trade wars with all their Easter goodies, you figure you'll let it slide this time.

"I appreciate you looking out for our kids." You murmur, leaning into his side, giving his waist a squeeze.

Miguel nods, a smile tugging at his lips as he too takes in the sight of your little angels on Easter, so proud of all of them, getting along and trading candy.

"You know I always will."

"MARCUS! There's four Ghirardelli bunnies so I get two, and you get two!"

"MOMMY! Sissy's being greedy again!!"

It was lovely while it lasted, anyway.

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The rest of the afternoon is a blur of laughs, tears, and giggles wrapped in a big bow of Easter dinner: ham, cheesy potatoes, deviled eggs, and of course chocolate.

In the evening, when the sugar rush crashed all four of your babies and the rest of the world went to sleep, you and Miguel laid next to each other in a loving heap.

He looks at you, trying and failing to successfully ward off the warmness that swells inside him from head to toe like liquid sunlight at the wisps of hair that tickled your forehead with every soft flutter of your sleep-kissed lashes, knowing if he makes a comment about it you'll stubbornly insist that, "You're not tired, just resting your eyes."

He admires the contrast of the cream linen sheets and how they pool around the glow of your soft body in the subdued light, the weight of all the tender years you spent learning, loving, and growing older together slowly processing in his mind.

"Guess you'll just have to get your present in the morning..." He mutters, grinning to himself as he gently fastens a dainty charm bracelet around your wrist on the pillow next to your head.

Winking jewels of topaz, pearl, emerald, and peridot glitter and refract in their varying shades, casting iridescent shadows in shimmery rainbows over your relaxed brow, one birthstone for each of your babies, their brilliance only barely overshadowed by the symbol of Miguel's unceasing devotion that occupied your ring finger.

Your could render him speechless on a normal day, but in moments like this where you lay in his arms, blissful with sleep and naked, your beauty threatens to never return that shuddered breath to his lungs as though you robbed every last star in the sky of all their sparkle.

Miguel can't suppress a quiet chuckle as he gazes at the diamond letter "M" that dangled in the middle with a little studded opal in the corner for his, selfishly knowing he couldn't resist adding himself to the collection.

He'll make sure to add yours, in due time. That stone will be the biggest and therefore requires lots of planning, consulting your mother and your besties, and of course, all the funds necessary to make it happen.

He'd give it to you after all, a diamond worthy of you.

You gleamed amidst a sea of cosmos in a multiverse that seemed to insist that Miguel O'Hara would never be a happy man. But you proved them wrong in this one.

He can barely wait for the smile you'll bless him with in the morning when you open your eyelids to the sunlight that pours through the windowsill and to his warm kisses he'll plant like flowers along your neck.

He leans down to kiss you one more time before the steady hush of your heartbeat leaves him peacefully snoring at your side.

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@ultravioletrayz @opaloharas @arsenicjuice had to tag my Miguel wifeys 💞🫶🏽 thank you for reading!

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tree-detector · 6 months ago

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Merry Christmas!

Happy holidays!

Free christmas tree for you!

-The un-detector

un detector I know we have our differences but I'm glad we can set our differences aside for this wonderful and amazing holiday: christmas.

... wait is the christmas tree ethically sourced?

#arch nemesis the un detector #there are trees in this post #asks #out of character and as the owner of the account I actually don't like christmas that much #I prefer halloween #this blog loves christmas though #in character my opinions must be solely based off of whether or not trees are involved and how they are involved #and trees aren't really a significant part of halloween so I cannot rave as much as I want over halloween on this blog #alas...#this is the way things must be

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hwangism143 · 6 months ago

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all i want for christmas

synopsis the three christmas parties minho spent loving you and the one where he finally told you.

pairing non-idol!minho x fem!reader

genre holidays, best friends to lovers, fluff, comfort, 3 + 1 format

warnings mentions of foods, fires, cheating, physical violence (jokingly), swearing, pregnancy ;) , kissing, not proofread

word count 4.3k words

now playing all i want for christmas - mariah carey

a/n wow. so. i'm back. i genuinely missed you guys so much and im so happy to write again. i felt really guilty for just disappearing but this might be my only fic for a while. im sorry if it's bad im genuinely so out of practice.

"i don't need a lot for christmas, there is just one thing i need"

zero.

Love was a dreadful, terrible thing. Minho knew firsthand.

He also knew that love could be beautiful. It existed everywhere.

It existed when Minho would feel a smile break out on his face when he would step through his door to the sound of his cats. He knew it existed in the way Chan always made sure that Seungmin had eaten and Jeongin wasn't too hard on himself. It existed in the way Hyunjin wore his emotional scars with pride and in the way Changbin's face would scrunch up adorably as soon as he saw his girlfriend.

But love must be a horrendous thing if it could someone as deserving of it as you through such excruciating pain.

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

year one.

Minho always associated loving you with Christmas. It was mainly for two reasons: because you loved Christmas, and Christmas was when he realized he loved you.

Minho had become your best friend on the first day of college when you stumbled into him while looking for your batchmates after orientation. It was almost fate (despite Minho considering fate to be bullshit), the way he held onto your shoulders to make sure your face didn't hit the floor and you gave him a weak, petrified smile.

"Computer Science major?" he asked, and your quick reply in the positive laid the foundations of your unbreakable friendship.

Minho knew he loved you for a long time. But the realization of it dawned on him during your annual Christmas party when the two of you were in your second year of college.

You were absolutely fanatical about Christmas. Despite Minho's protests about your fascination being sickening, he secretly found it extremely endearing. You had confessed to him once, how your love for Christmas stemmed from the fact that you only saw your father during Christmas due to his demanding job of a military's medic.

That was the day Minho vowed to make sure nobody could ruin your Christmas.

You went all out Christmas decorations at your apartment. Your Christmas tree was huge and adorned with ornaments of various shapes, sizes and colours. Minho came early to help you and your roommate Kyujin with the Christmas baking, considering how last time the two of you tried to bake it took swatting towels and spraying water to get the smoke detector to stop.

But you were most excited to introduce your boyfriend to the rest of your friend group.

Minho wasn't happy about it, but he was happy for you. You loved the idea of romance but for some reason that Minho could not fathom, thought yourself undeserving of receiving the romantic variant of it. But your first boyfriend, whom you'd been seeing for three months, quickly changed that.

You were practically bouncing up and down on your toes as your mutual friends trailed into your tiny apartment.

"Y/N!" Jisung squealed as he barreled into your arms.

"Sungie!" you replied in equal enthusiasm.

Minho's heart melted watching you, his best friend, and Jisung, his roommate, getting along so well. In fact, sometimes he felt third wheeled by his two favorite people who wouldn't have known each other if it wasn't for him.

"Tonight," Jisung declared proudly, "I will serenade Minho with a tear-jerking rendition of 'All I Want For Christmas'."

Jisung stood on top of your couch, arms spread out proudly. He sent Minho a boisterous wink and Minho tried to hide a chuckle while rolling his eyes.

"The only tears shed will be because of Jisung's pathetic voice," grumbled Hyunjin, Jisung's best friend, already dreading the moment when he would have to drag his drunk and sappy ass back home.

Your cheeks turned pink in a poorly contained laugh while Hyunjin just gave you a shrug, only the three of you privy to Hyunjin's comment. Minho saw your face and found his own flushing, quickly blinking to make sure nobody noticed. Jisung shot Minho, you and Hyunjin an accusatory glance, but your little smirk caused him to look away in annoyance.

"I will not date you, Jisung," said Minho in an overly dramatic voice. Jisung pouted and this time, the whole room burst into laughter until Kyujin yelled a string of obscenities at him to get him off the couch.

But throughout the whole debacle, Minho's eyes only belonged to you. He couldn't help but wonder, how would you feel about dating him? These feeling had been brewing for long, even before you started dating Taehyun What's-His-Face. Minho knew he had feeling for you, but today he would realize just how deep they ran.

"You okay? Your cheeks are red man. Like, tomato red," asked the ever vigilant Chan.

"Oh, um, yeah. I'm good," replied Minho nervously, hoping that Chan didn't notice.

"Yep," said Chan, clearly unconvinced, his eyes still narrowed on Minho.

Minho did not get nervous easily. He was calm, stoic, composed. But around you, he was a ticking time bomb. You made Minho feel like a thousand dazzling fireworks had lit up in his stomach. You made him want to be spontaneous, silly and scream from the rooftops that he liked you and wanted to be with you.

You made Minho feel things he had never felt before, and it broke him everyday watching you feel those same things for someone who wasn't him.

Minho's eyes looked for yours, you slipping away sometime when he was contemplating his lost love. He finally found you, leaning against Kyujin bedroom door. Your loose sweater hung off a shoulder and pointer finger of your right hand was caught between your teeth. In your other hand was your phone which lit up when you opened.

God, you looked ethereal.

Until your eyes flickered up and down, you blinked multiple times and your brow creased while your bottom lip quivered. Minho had known you long and intimately enough that something was very, very wrong. Before you even looked up at him, your eyes conveying a silent cry, Minho was striding towards you like a man on a mission.

"Minho," you choked out, and he whisked you into Kyujin's room, giving a concerned Kyujin watching everything a tight nod as he did.

"Minho, Minho, he -" you were sobbing, gasping in wretched breaths that made it feel like a knife was twisting into his heart.

He watched you nearly terrified, rubbing your back soothingly. Minho murmured sweet nothings into your ear to get you to calm down and explain to him what had happened as his on heart raced at nearly a thousand miles per hour.

"What happened sweetheart? Y/N?" Minho asked, his voice laced with worry.

Wordlessly, you handed over your phone to him as you buried your face into his shoulder.

[7:32 PM]

taehyunnie: look y/n, i hate to do this on christmas but

taehyunnie: i have had something come up

taehyunnie: so i won't make it

[7:34 PM]

taehyunnie: quite frankly, we should break up

taehyunnie: i don't think either of us is in the right mental state to date right now.

taehyunnie: sorry.

Minho was seeing red. How could someone do something like this to you? You, who was perfect to the extent where even your imperfections were perfect? Minho was about to ask you what day you would like for him to murder Taehyun when you interrupted him.

"He's not wrong," you said, your voice barely a whisper. "I was so excited to date someone that I probably got to clingy and scared him off."

"That's not true," said Minho shaking your shoulders, "That's not true, anybody would be tripping over their feet to date you."

And as Minho repeated those words to you like a chant, over and over again until you believed them as much as he did, he felt a sinking feeling in his chest. Guilt simmered in his stomach because of the thoughts he was having.

Amidst the winter chill and your broken cries, Lee Minho realized that he was hopelessly and damningly in love with you.

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

year two.

The second year Minho spent Christmas with you, things had changed. Minho's hair grew longer, curling at the base of his neck and you forbade him from cutting it. You had let go over your initial heartbreak from the events of the previous Christmas and for some reason, deluded yourself into thinking that you were unlovable.

The only thing that barely changed was Minho's love for you, apart from maybe how it increased in magnitude.

"You should tell her, you know. Or else you'll end up regretting it," remarked Hyunjin wisely.

The ever so observant boy was the only one who knew about Minho felt when it came to you. Even then, he didn't know the uncharted depth of how much Minho loved you. Just that he hopelessly and unequivocally did.

Minho glared at him in response, snatching a brownie from Hyunjin's hand, and began eating it as Hyunjin grumbled next to him in vain.

Minho was well aware that he was right. But he (foolishly), thought he was sparing you pain by miserably keeping his feelings to himself.

Minho hated and adored every second of loving you. He hated how stifling it was, not being able to whisper soft words of romance in your ear late at night and wake with you in his arms the next morning. But he adored how his heart picked up pace at just the sight of you and how he felt weightless at your featherlight brushes of his arm.

To put it simply, loving someone from afar was as temperamental as the oceans; the tides were hauntingly beautiful and gorgeously devastating but they were impossible to escape from.

An ugly metaphor, felt Minho, who had yet to master the art of swimming.

Minho sat on the couch, Hyunjin and Jeongin playing Mario Kart on one side of him and Chan and Kyujin engaged in an intense game of Uno on the other side of him. You were off socializing as you often did during your annual Christmas parties, but Minho knew you would come back to him.

You always did.

Minho set up shop at five in the morning that day with you. Kyujin had a Christmas dance recital that day, and you both were one set of hands down. From morning, the two of you diced, rolled and baked, dusted and decorated, troubled each other and even had a little tickling bout followed by a pillow fight (and plate of burnt snowman shaped cookies).

This was the future that Minho wanted, you by his side engaging in mundane activities with lazy, soft kisses peppered to each others lips every dya.

He watched, sick with envy, as Changbin scooped up his girlfriend Chaeyeon in his arms and start pressing kisses to her face while she squealed. Minho watched in dread and unease at all the couples around him engaged in extravagant acts of romance and subtle domesticity, dreaming of when, if ever, that would be you and him.

He was so distracted by the torrential current inside him that he hadn't noticed when Kyujin and Chan shifted their game to the kitchen island and you had sat down next him.

"Hi," you told him softly.

Minho blinked rapidly a the voice he would recognize anywhere, the one that beckoned him in his dreams and went silent in his nightmares. Behind you, Jisung and Seungmin were brazenly building a stacked tower of cookies which Minho knew would fall and create a mess unless prevented, but he chose to ignore it.

"Hey," replied Minho, turning around to drink in your entire figure.

"I'm happy I've detached from romance, Minho," you informed him as your arm brushed his, "I don't think dating's for me and..."

Your voice trailed off and you turned to look at him, look into his eyes with an oddly melancholic smile that was contradictory to your earlier statement of happiness.

"I think I'm finally healing."

And under the Christmas lights with you in your Santa hat with the tip of your nose tinted pink from the cold, Minho had never loved and lost more.

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

year three.

Christmas this year was filled to the brim with nagging from your end about why Minho refused to find a girlfriend despite your self-proclaimed temporary vow of celibacy. It was also the year that Minho realized the importance of the time he had with you.

"Come on Min," you groaned at Minho as he pulled up his sleeves and start kneading the cookie dough, "You'll love Sullyoon."

No, he wanted to say, I love you.

Instead, he responded with, "If I'm off with a girl, who'll make sure Jisung, Kyujin and Hyunjin don't end up burning down the apartment?"

You just laughed and made your way from behind the counter to the dining table, where Minho was busy at work. After he was done, you took the dough, neatly rolled and cut the cookies into shape and propped them in the oven. Minho was busy setting up a Christmas movie in the living room and you sat next to him, closing your eyes and resting your head on his shoulder.

Minho would have tensed, if it weren't for how habitual he had become to these touches form you he was the recipient of after practically moving in with you.

Kyujin moved out of the apartment after she got a part time job at a dance institute about a half hour away from where you both lived. She needed the easy commute, and rent was not that difficult to pay for you due to your comfortable internship since sophomore year of college at a reputed tech company.

Minho, the only other person who was in the internship program with you, basically lived at your apartment. He had his own bed, clothes and even toothbrush at your apartment. He stayed nearly five nights in a row, going back to his actual apartment over the weekends to make sure that Jisung was alive and feeding himself more than just chicken breast.

This new development caused Minho to think that maybe, just maybe you harbored feelings for him the way he did for you. The two of you basically functioned like a live-in couple, so much so that your neighbors would mistake Minho for your boyfriend more often than not.

That's why Minho couldn't understand why you were so insistent about him meeting Sullyoon.

The party started soon after. Seungmin begrudgingly wore a Santa hat on his head and Jeongin clicked a picture of him at every possible occasion. Hyunjin and Chan introduced their girlfriends and everybody positively loved Karina and Lisa. Jisung gushed to everyone about the current guy he liked, Yeonjun, and Changbin informed his friends that on New Years, he planned to propose.

In the midst of it all sat Minho and you, arms looped around each other, both feeling love of different magnitudes.

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You were dragging Minho to meet Sullyoon, evidently sitting in your room, despite his protests. You were wearing a long, billowy dress with a checkered pattern of red and white boxes that Minho teased made you look like a picnic blanket. But the truth was he loved it, he loved you and he did not love being taken to meet another woman by the one he was in love with.

"Have fun!" you grinned and shut the door behind yourself, waltzing away with immense satisfaction.

Minho let out a defeated sigh and turned around to see the fabled Seol Yoon-A, affectionately called Sullyoon. He could tell why you were gushing over her. She wore a red dress with a small bow, had pretty doe eyes and was beautiful no doubt.

But nothing in Minho's head could compare to you.

"So," Sullyoon laughed sweetly, "She threatened you to be here too, huh?"

"Yep," responded Minho curtly and in defeat.

Sullyoon got up and made his way to him, arms snaking around his shoulder and for a terrifying moment, he didn't want her to stop. Not because he enjoyed it, but maybe because this would help him get over you, you who would never love him the way he loved you.

But then the scent of Sullyoon's vanilla perfume hit Minho and it was nothing like your fragrant lilac mist. It was nothing like you.

Minho gently moved Sullyoon's arms from they were and took a step back. Sullyoon raised an eyebrow and studied him. She then snorted and sat down on the bed again.

"Ah. So you are in love with her," she said matter-of-factly.

"I-what-," Minho stuttered, unable to figure out what to say to such a statement.

Sullyoon sighed and patted the space beside her. "It's obvious you know. All men are stupid." And under her breath she added, "Thank god I also like girls. Much more mature."

Minho sat down, Sullyoon gave him a knowing look, and he told her everything. He told her about how he met you, how he realized he loved you and how he thought you might like him too. He told her about your favorite color, the way you always wore two extra rubber bands because one always seemed to break.

When he was done with it all, Sullyoon gave him a comforting pat and said, "You are in some deep shit, Minho."

"How would you know?" he scoffed.

Sullyoon shit eating grin turned sad, "Because I went through the same thing you did."

This time it was Minho's turn to survey Sullyoon, to try and understand what she went through that made her so intimately understand his situation.

"I was hopelessly in love with my best friend, but I didn't tell him for two years. When I finally did, I found out that even though he didn't completely feel the same, he was willing to give it a try. Loving him was the best year of my life. And he fell in love with me too. We were attached at the hip and I will never forgive myself for what happened."

Minho had a bad feeling that this story did not end happily. He swallowed a lump in his throat and asked, "What happened?"

Sullyoon had a smile on her face and tears in her eyes. "I held Felix as he died."

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year four.

[5:23 PM]

sullyoonie-tunes: so. today's the day, huh.

[5:24 PM]

You (Minho): today's the day.

[5:27 PM]

sullyoonie-tunes: MY BROTHER IS NO LONGER BITCHLESS

sullyoonie-tunes: not insinutating that y/n is a bitch of course

sullyoonie-tunes: YOU'RE the bitch

sullyoonie-tunes: she's an angel

sullyoonie-tunes: pls dont kill me

[5:30 PM]

You (Minho): are you done???

"Hey, who are you texting?" you asked Minho, settling down next to him on his bed.

"Ah, Sullyoon," he responded.

You smiled at him, pulling his blanket over the two of you and weaving your fingers through his hair. "When did you two become so close?"

Minho snorted, "When I got her a girlfriend." And now she's getting me one, he left unsaid.

"Oh, I adore Haewon," you smiled, setting your head on Minho's shoulder.

Minho decided that if he was ever going to confess his feelings to you, it would be during Chrismas. You loved Christmas, he loved you, and what would be more perfect than that?

Over the course of the last year, you and Minho were offered permanent jobs at the company you were interning at. Minho had officially moved in with you, and had learned to live with the fact that he could only love you from a distance, completely unaware of the turmoil you felt about your feelings towards him.

Minho had also developed a strong friendship with Sullyoon, who he truly saw as a younger sister. He helped her meet Haewon, and she helped him dissect every move you made to glean information that would support Minho's hypothesis of you maybe liking him back.

Minho had expected his love for you to pass, to ebb and flow away with the changing seasons.

Instead, it blossomed into something he would forever live with. Minho was madly in love. To him, you weren't just a love.

To him, you hung to moon, stitched the stars onto the sky and gave the cosmos every diaphanous colour it glowed with.

The doorbell rang five times in rapid succession and Minho leapt off his bed. "He's mine," he laughed, watching you struggle to get out of the cocoon you had made for yourself in his blanket.

"Well he clearly loves me more," you retorted, catching up to Minho at the door who, ever the gentleman, opened for you.

Chaeyeon smiled at you and behind her was a beaming Changbin. In his hands he held two things. A large bag in one hand and a carrier in the other. You and Minho urgently ushered the two inside and Chaeyeon placed a gift on the kitchen counter.

"Meet Seo Sun-woo," said Changbin proudly, and you and Minho gushed over Changbin and Chaeyeon's two month old son.

Ever since Chaeyeon had announced she was pregnant after her and Changbin's wedding, a sense of reality dawned upon your entire friend group. You had to grow up, become mature and fend for yourself in this world. Gone were the days when you and Minho would party hop playing beer pong. Now, you both stayed up talking about your future and you hopes, dreams and aspiraitons.

You dreamt of making a name for yourself in the tech world, starting a company that would teach disabled kids coding and give them opportunities to work for gigantic tech companies. Minho dreamt of you and with that came the silent promise of adopting your dreams as his own.

"I want kids some day," you said as you held baby Seo in your lap. This year's party was quieter, much more secluded and only had your direct close circle of friends, "with Chris and Lisa expecting twins and even Hyunjin adopting a dog for Karina, it feels like everyone is growing their family."

Minho pouted. "Am I not growing your family?"

You laughed, "Minho, you've always been home."

Minho gave you quite possibly the widest smile until he heard a tin can fall to the ground and a set of four groans erupt from your bedroom. "Look, we're practically raising Jisung, Felix, Seungmin and Jeongin."

You sighed in affectionate annoyance. "In between them and SonnieDoongieDori, I think that's enough family expansion for now."

Another crash came from your room and you both shared a knowing look. You either got the situation under control, or something broke.

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"I feel dead," you moaned, falling onto the sofa after cleaning up well into the night. The party had ended with Lisa unceremoniously vomiting on the floor and everyone ushering her out and enquiring about her state of well-being.

"Let's go, I have one last present for you," Minho coaxed you out of your shell in the sofa, his own heart pounding incessantly.

"Just give it tomo-"

"I'll dump the litter box in your-"

"Fine," you groaned, "Ten minutes and then we start our Home Alone movie marathon."

Minho nodded, to anxious to argue, "Deal."

Both of you stepped out onto the balcony where the cold nipped at you. There were still couples strolling outside and children hurling snowballs at each other. Christmas lights covered virtually every apartment in sight, red and green lights glowing in tandem.

"What is it?" you asked, looking around him for maybe a box or a letter. Minho stood frozen in the anxiety of every way you could say no to him, until you nudged him back to reality.

Minho coughed. "It's not so much a thing and more of something I have to say."

"Oh."

Minho looked at the way your hair curled at the bottom, grazing the hem of your sweatpants. He looked at your jackets' cuffs, stained with chocolate when you both were lathering Nutella over a layer of cook. He looked at your face, full of beauty and kindness.

But mostly he looked at you, strong, gracious, and lover of Christmas.

Minho thought that confessing his love for you would be the hardest thing he's ever done. Instead, it came as naturally to him as snow falling on the streets of Seoul in winter.

"I love you," the confession fell from his lips. "I have loved you for four years and I will spend the rest of my life loving you if you'll let me. You understand me on a level that nobody else ever has. I love you Y/N, and I have never known anything else the way I have known that."

A song started in him that time, a scratchy beat of hopeful terror that started from his toes and came up to his heart.

"Plus, the cats won't accept anyone apart from you as their mother, and that includes Lix," he added for good measure.

You stared at him for what seemed like an eternity, and Minho felt his initial confidence wearing off. That was until you launched yourself into his arms, wrapping your arms tightly around his waist. Minho wrapped his arms around you, a sigh of relief escaping form his mouth.

"You don't know how long I've loved you for," you mumbled into his sweater.

And everything came to a beautiful crescendo when the nights Minho spent tossing and turning, the four years of assumed unrequited agony did not go in van because you loved him.

You loved him.

That night, Minho held you tightly in his arms underneath the blanket and was at a complete disregard of Kevin's plight in New York. He pressed kisses to every exposed surface he could find, your giggles louder than the shenanigans the character was playing on TV.

"This festival is my whole world," you told him with love brimming in his eyes.

Minho then finally told you three words that he believed summed up everything he felt towards you for the entire time he's ever known you.

"And you're mine."

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lovesim09 · 4 months ago

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the proper way to use ancient powers

I remember White Star saying that Cale didn't know how to use his powers properly, he was partly right of course. Cale didn' t absorb them properly, he didn't get rid of the will of the previous owners, and as a result his power is weaker. However, I think White Star is also not using his power properly. First of all, we have never seen him use his Dominating aura. After all, Cale only has a "shell", which means White Star should still have one. Imagine fighting someone who uses a power similar to dragon fear. Cale people would have a much harder time fighting than normal, no matter how you look at it, apart from the dragons, Cale and Choi Han, the others would have a similar reaction like when they first met Eruhaben. White Star knows how to use the remaining abilities that the dragon slayers had. Probably because he's the warrior type.

Another thing is that each power that Cale has has some additional functions. Why does White Star have such basic powers?

Cale powers:

Super Rock - rock control, body strengthening, before he started talking he was like a danger detector. Power filtering?I'm not sure what to call it, but when Cale first used the crown, he said something about him being busy filtering the power they had from the crown.

The Indestructible Shield - Summons holy looking shield, tree control, dead mana absorption using trees. The ability to absorb other powers.

The Sound of the Wind - Creates whirlwinds, allows the user to move quickly and fly. Detecting Divine Artifacts. (I'm not sure if I'm right, but the thief most likely destroyed her plate to divide her power. )The second part of the power allows user to hear wind elementals (this is cheating, you have an informants that almost no one sees).

Fire of Destruction - Summons thunderbolts, can create something like a sea of fire. Purifies dead mana and black despair. In part 2, with the help of the artifact, can purify Jiangshi.

Sky Eating Water - Summons pillars and spears of water. In part 2, she learned how to make rain and chains similar to those that imprisoned her. She also created a tsunami.

Vitality of the Heart - healing ability, but only injuries inflicted after gaining this power. Keeping the owner alive if his body is unbalanced. Longer life, as we know the previous owner didn't die until he was 150 years old. Cale said that this power can regenerate limbs, I don't know if he was exaggerating or if he knows this from the book and information about how Taylor could have ended up (I'm afraid the author will eventually remember about it). Regeneration that makes you cough up blood 😂. The body and blood has more vitality, as confirmed by World Tree and Duke Fredo.

Dominating Aura - An aura similar to that of a ruler. The aura can make others want to submitting. Immunity to dragon fear. Allows to control a crown that likes to drink blood. In part 2, the aura has become so strong that it can compete with God. Also have an imitation of the power of a saint of the God of Chaos.

Blood Drenched Rock - Instills fear of death, Cale Created an isolated space using this power. According to Super Rock their powers are similar, which means also has offensive abilities. The user appears to be covered in blood, when uses this ability. (yes I gave it a different color because this power did not belong to the heroes )

And on the other side we have the powers that belong to the ancient white star.

White Star powers:

Wall of Water - Supposedly the strongest defensive ability, at least according to CJG. Creates a wall of water. (Is that really all?! I understand then why he tried to get Water of Judgement.)

Wind - In most situations White Star used it as a wall of wind or to push enemies away. We don't even have a name!

Fire of Natural Disaster - A dangerous ability that, when combined with Sword of Disasters, creates a truly dangerous combination. Can control something similar to lava.

Earth - Allows you to change your appearance. We don't know the name and other abilities.

Annual Rings of Life - has only half power. Allows to see a person's time but not all. It allows you to recognize people with warped times. It can determine when something died or how old objects are. Can be used by a person with Thames blood.

Sky attribute - control the rain, the wind and even the sunlight using clouds. Summons Thunderbolts, which were stronger than those created by Fire of Destruction. Even dragons had trouble stopping them. Allows you to move in a place full of dead mana. Need to absorb dead mana or black despair regularly. Dead Man's power stops it from destroying the owner of that power from inside. The power comes from the Demonic race.

Dominating Aura - similar to the power of Cale Henituse. It may be weaker though. Never used.

Wyvern Control - Can control wyverns. Stronger than the ability Choi Han has from Syrem.

Sword of Disasters - It has a power similar to natural disasters. Stronger ability than what Syrem had. It can easily destroy the dragons' shield. Even the Indestructible Shield couldn't stop the attack for long.

Abandoning your Life - The power to allow the Sword of Disasters to become stronger. Allows you to sacrifice some of your lifespan in exchange for power. Using this ability also allows you to grant your dragon slayer powers to someone else.

As for powers stronger than those of the heroes of ancient times, they are surprisingly weak and non unique. To me this looks like a power that was not properly developed by the original owner or abilities wrong used by the current owner. I wonder why we haven't seen the wood power of the ancient white star. He wanted to imitate him and didn't even try to look for his wood ancient power. It'll be funny if Cale ever tries to use them and accidentally unlocks their potential. Because he decided to listen to the voice of AWS. I still think it's stupid to get rid of the previous owner's will. These were their powers, they know better what these powers can do. Not to mention that these are people who lived in ancient times. They know the history better than anyone else. It's like Cale gave someone the Record and didn't explain anything. Okay Poor example, he could do that.

#lout of the count’s family #ancient powers #tcf #trash of the count's family #tcf part 2

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carlosainzgf · 5 months ago

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Hi could you write some frontman x introvert female Player who almost get killed during red light green light?

SAVIOR

hwang in ho (young il) x reader

the sound of gunshots still echoed in the eerie field, mixed with the screams of those falling and the sobs of those left behind. the ground was covered with motionless bodies, and the tension in the air was almost suffocating. the giant doll slowly turned its head, searching for even the slightest movement out of place.

you had entered this game for your own reasons, reasons that now felt so distant and almost irrelevant in the face of the horror before you. your legs were frozen to the ground, and terror gripped your chest tightly. the first wave of deaths had passed, but your feet wouldn’t move. with the encouraging yells of some other player, who seemed to know what the game was you pulled yourself together.

he suggested to get behind someone bigger than you because the dolls motion detector couldn’t see you. you managed to go through the first 3 minutes of the game smoothly until you slipped. you knew you were about the die when you saw the doll turn around as you were about to hit the ground. but you never did.

in ho didn’t know why he had done it. he wasn’t even sure if he had done it, not until he felt the fabric of your clothes in his hands.

his eyes locked on the back of your head as he stopped you from slipping on some poor bastards blood. the position had caused strain on his muscles and he found himself shaking.

the large doll at the other side of the room slowly turned its head to face the large fake tree it was against. in ho held you up your arm and didn’t let go. he made sure you got to the end alive and undamaged. he didn’t think while he did it. he just did. which was weird because the only reason he joined the game this year was to get a closer look the games and to have a laugh at people getting hurt.

you thanked him ,god knows how many times, for saving you. the way you looked at him with big, glossy eyes and how your lips trembled with fear made him feel something. something humanly.

your shy demeanor, how you looked embarrassed for needing someone to save you and how you had a hard time finding words to thank him made him feel warm inside.

you were going to make it out of here alive. he’d make sure of it.

#squid game fanfiction #hwang in ho #hwang in ho smut #young il #the frontman #frontman x reader #kang dae ho x reader #fanfic

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serve-cunt · 5 days ago

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carrying the other one in their arms - rosquez

ok this is a prompt from like ten miiiiiillion years ago... I wrote something and never posted it but it works pretty well for the sci-fi au summer camp badge so I'm letting it be freeeee

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“Idiot,” Vale said, and knelt beside Marc. He poked him, then pushed him over. Marc rolled easily in the trampled mud, and as he flopped onto his back Uccio saw his face: white, a death mask, spattered with muck. His air purifier was yanked to one side, and his eyes were closed.

Uccio sucked his teeth and turned away. “Good riddance,” he said, and hoisted his gun tighter to his chest. “He was a liability.”

Vale didn’t answer. His hands were running, quick and sure, over Marc’s body. Checking his breathing, his pulse. His long fingers at Marc’s neck.

“We should go,” Uccio said. He was watching the trees: he and Vale weren’t far from the ship, but if there was anything in that grove—if they were rushed—they were far enough from safety for their position to be dangerous. He checked the detector at his hip: it beeped quietly, slowly. Nothing close, thank God.

Vale had ripped open Marc’s shirt from the shoulder, and he made a sound, a pull of air. Uccio looked down: Marc’s shoulder was mangled, a mass of broken bone and ripped flesh.

“He’s been bitten,” Uccio said, harsh. “Holy God—Vale, stop touching him—”

“That’s not a bite,” Vale said, quiet and grim. “His shirt…”

It took Uccio a moment to understand: the shirt’s fabric hadn’t been torn. Not bitten through.

“He fell, or something. From his bike, maybe. Idiot! I told him…” But exactly what he had told Marc, and when, he didn’t say, and Uccio didn’t ask.

Vale finished stripping Marc’s shirt from his shoulder, wiping away the gore as best he could with the sleeve of his own jacket. He examined the injury, eyes intent on the mutilated muscle, fingers light at Marc’s elbow. Uccio watched, sickly uneasy but silent. If Marc had been awake, he doubted Vale’s fingers would be so gentle. If Marc had been awake, he might not have let Vale touch him.

Uccio’s detector gave a warning beep. He looked down, then towards the stunted, twisted trees. He didn't like this planet; never had. He didn't like that the detectors beeped continuously, but they never saw signs of animal life bigger than a spider. Where were They? What were They eating? “Vale,” he said. “We should go.”

Vale’s hand was hovering over Marc’s mangled shoulder. He didn’t look up, his eyes now scanning Marc’s face intently. “There will be trouble if we leave him. The brother… he’ll ask questions. He'll make a scene.”

Uccio tsk’d. “He won’t last the trip, with that arm.”

“Then he doesn’t,” Vale said, sharp suddenly. He stood up, eyes cold. “We’ll get him into the ship, at least. After that, it is a problem for his family.”

Uccio didn’t ask. He stood back and watched as Vale covered Marc’s shoulder with his torn shirt, and then threw Marc’s arms over his own shoulders to pick him up more easily. Marc was short; once Vale had struggled to his feet, Marc in his arms, he carried him without too much awkwardness. Marc shifted, groaned, then went silent again. They waited, but his eyes stopped fluttering. Vale was looking down at him, expression unreadable.

Uccio’s detector beeped again, although not more loudly than before. He shot a glance at the trees: nothing visible yet.

“I’ve got him,” Vale said, tight-lipped. He took a few slow steps forward, Marc in his arms. “Go ahead, warn Marquez we’re coming.”

The ground was flat and the wind blew towards the ship. Uccio heard Vale’s next words too, although they weren’t met for him.

“I have you,” he said, low and soft. “I’m bringing you home.” And then, in a much different tone than he had used the first time he’d said it: “Idiot.”

#very sillyyyyyyy #what's that post? construct a space. put a beast in it #anyway be freeeee #and thank you ms yekoc for prompting!!! sorry for taking so long lol #my fic #rpf summer camp #rosquez #oops now with a read more break

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naffeclipse · 10 months ago

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Always A Hunter

Reader x Cryptid!Eclipse

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I have another lovely little request from @counterbalance with the little hunter adjusting to life after F.E.I. and learning how to hunt on their own. There's a setback and discouragement, but it's nothing the cryptid boys can't handle. They will remind their heart what a great hunter they are despite all the changes and challenges.

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A branch snaps under your foot. You wince as you fear the sound echoes through the dense trees. The forest thickly crowds around you, pressing close as if to suffocate you within its embrace. The shadows stretch blue and little starlight touches the moist earth.

“Are you alright?” Moon rasps just behind you. His presence is a constant cool against your back, confirming without a word that he is still with you.

“I’m fine.” You glance around and then stare down at the detector. “Just afraid I’m spooking the hidebehind away, that’s all.”

The green dot only picks up the demonic cryptid within the animatronic vessel, not the monster you hunt this very night. You sigh and lower it back down. The screen flashes green. You stare out into the thick columns of tree trunks, wondering what may lurk behind each one.

Moon’s hand ghosts over up your arm. His fingertips press into the flesh along your shoulder and you close your eyes briefly as he tenderly works the muscle. You hadn’t noticed how tight it’s become since you stepped foot into the woods.

“You’re anxious,” he says. His hand brushes over the nap of your neck to reach for your other side but you straighten and step forward.

“I’m fine.” You glance down at the detector and try to bite back a scowl. “The hideaway is notoriously difficult to document. Though it’s blamed for causing people to disappear in thickly wooded areas, like this, no one can properly describe it except for its hands which wrap around the tree, peeking out from behind—hence the name. It’s said to be animal-like with thick, dark fur on its arms like a sloth, with three long talons on its hand.”

You’re hoping Moon’s presence will cause it to show itself, struck by fear of the demonic cryptid. The unfortunate thought of your sweetie’s presence triggering the exact opposite effect brushes your brain before you shove it aside and stomp forward.

It’s here. It has to be here. You did your research. You collected the best evidence you could find through the internet.

“It’s shy,” Moon says, then rumbles a deep laugh. “A coward.”

“We’ll take care of it.” You turn back briefly to smile at Moon but it doesn’t quite touch your eyes. Immediately, you feel a wave of cool judgment from the possessed animatronic.

Touching the strap which allows the crossbow to hang on your shoulder, you continue forward.

“No one has ever looked at it directly,” you continue, lowering your voice as you step over a log. In the corner of your vision, Moon steps over it with ease using his long, lanky limbs. “It conceals itself quickly behind anything it can find, including the observer. It takes its victims by surprise.”

“It must be weak.” Moon’s arms hang heavy by his sides as he reaches you. He stares down at you with wide, pale eyes. “We’ve been walking a long time.”

“It’s only been a few hours,” you huff, exasperated before inhaling deeply. “It’s here. I know it’s here.”

You make your way around a tree. A rustle of leaves sets your heart on edge. You stop, eyes darting to what may be movement, but you spy only a lone deer darting through the underbrush. You sink slightly where you stand.

Moon’s hand falls on your shoulder.

“I can’t sense anything unusual,” he murmurs. He stares down at you. The end of his patched nightcap falls over his shoulder, silent despite the bell at the very end. “You need to rest.”

Disappointment snakes through you, leaving you writhing where you stand as you stare down at the detector. It gives no sign of any other presence despite the one in front of you.

“It might not have a heart you can sense, like the vampires,” you say, but it doesn’t sound convincing even to you.

“Maybe,” Moon says softly. His fingers knead softly into the meat of your shoulder that he didn’t get yet. “Take a break. Your heart is fluttering like a bird.”

“Sweetie,” you sigh deeply and rub your temple, not helping your image, “I can’t. The hidebehind has been reported in this area. There was a news clipping about a man who went missing when he went out to cut some lumber, and stories are dating back twenty years ago of something hiding behind trees in this area.”

You step out from under Moon’s reach. You ignore his hand still outstretched, still wanting to touch you as you march forward into the darkness and tree-littered maze.

Unless you missed something. How does F.E.I. do it? Without fail, they have sent you towards a cryptid using their findings and research. What if you don’t? What if you constantly chase hoaxes and rumors and find nothing but emptiness while real cryptids are out there, terrorizing and killing people? But you had the reports and the stories. You have a missing man.

Your body heats up as your breath quickens. You squeeze the handle of the detector. Looking out between the trees, you hope against hope to see claws and a wicked creature lurking, ready to attack when you least expect it, but there is nothing. Only quiet shadows.

The first hunt without Vanessa and since leaving F.E.I. should go better than this. What are you doing wrong?

You hear a soft, thick sound of a footstep. Claws sinking into the earth. A presence most unholy. The coldness of a demonic cryptid’s presence washes over you. Before you can turn around, two pairs of arms surround you.

A limb wraps over your shoulder and another clings to your chest. The lower pair hugs your waist, squeezing softly until you stop. Claws of scarlet and deep blue softly pet over your clothes, not severing one fiber despite the wicked edge that has cut through meat and bones.

“I’m fine, sweetie.” You pat at what you can reach. Their body is oozing and dark, as thick as shadows at midnight. Their large hands easily contain you. You try to wiggle free but they stay firm.

“Take a break,” a voice, low and demonic, rumbles. You vibrate with the intensity of two voices speaking at once. “We can carry you back.”

“No,” you breathe. “The new snippets were credible. The man is missing and no one has found him yet. It’s been a week. Many locals testify of sensing something in the woods—but never seeing it, only fearing that it’s there, watching them.”

“If it’s here, you can hunt it tomorrow.” Long, inky fingertips roam over you, tracing your hip and caressing the length of your collarbone. “Heart, you’re exhausted.”

You blink. Slumping slightly, the arms support you. A cool breath yawns against the nap of your neck. The softest flick of a tongue swipes the sensitive skin there, and you close your eyes, brow furrowing.

“Maybe the local story was just sensationalized,” you admit. You deflate like a balloon left over from a children’s birthday party. “Maybe I just… got it wrong. Maybe I can’t be a cryptid hunter without F.E.I.—”

“Enough,” the growl at your back nearly makes you jump out of your skin. “That is not the truth.”

“Eclipse,” you say, perhaps in protest or argument, but it sounds tired. You are tired.

“Listen to us.” A dark mouth presses behind your ear, whispering into your hair. “You are a great cryptid hunter. F.E.I. has nothing to do with the aspects of your love for people and your will to face dangers. It’s alright, sweet heart.”

They lower their rumblings into a purr-like vibration that fills you to the brim, soothing the anxieties bouncing off of the inside of your skull.

“This is your first hunt starting anew. It’s alright.”

You lean back into their touch. Their teeth wetly touch the shell of your ear until you shiver.

“It’s alright if you make a few mistakes.” A red claw softly pats your chest, right where your heart is tucked underneath your sternum. “That does not damper your abilities. That does not take away from who you are, little hunter.”

“Eclipse,” you say much softer. A thickness gathers in your throat. You can’t cry. Perhaps you were on the road for too long and maybe you did walk through the woods most of the night. The exhaustion is sinking into your bones, infecting your marrow.

“You are strong. You are kind.” A kiss touches your temple—as much as a creature without lips or flesh can kiss you. “You will find a cryptid. Perhaps this one is a hoax or in hiding but regardless, you can keep searching tomorrow. It’s time to rest.”

“But if it’s here—” you start.

“You will find it tomorrow.” Eclipse gives firmly.

You stare out into the darkness. The trees thickly crowd one another, and though there are plenty of spaces for a hidebehind to, well, hide behind, you see nothing. Your detector doesn’t beep. Your skin doesn’t crawl with an unwelcome presence.

Maybe it is here, hiding, or maybe it’s not. It’s okay. You pull in a deep breath as a blue hand wraps around your waist and caresses your side. There’s tomorrow. One bad hunt isn’t the end of your career.

The heaviness in your chest eases.

“Okay,” you finally give in. The air leaves your lungs and you feel lighter, catching the rich scent of the earth and the crispness of the green leaves caught in a late-night breeze. Your tongue fumbles for one moment, an old, crippling fear returning as you cling to the demonic cryptid hands holding you. “I’m sorry.”

“Why are you apologizing, heart?” A nuzzle burrows into the crook of your neck. You are gently moved as they press deeper against your throat, and a stray flick of a tongue finds the pulse in your neck.

“I thought I would be better at this by now.” You sigh deeply, staring down. “I thought I could do it without faltering.”

“Every winter has a spring,” they murmur gently against your jawline. “You will do your best. You will have mishaps and mistakes, and you will try again. That is the kind of human you are.”

You make a soft noise when they nuzzle against your shoulder, not unlike a cat wanting affection. You reach up a hand to find their flat, dark cheek. You slip your other fingers between the claws of a deep blue cryptid hand. A soft rumble follows, and you close your eyes.

“But we should keep looking,” you murmur. You’re both here. What if the hidebehind attacks someone when you decide to leave?

In answer, Eclipse nuzzles deeper against you, roaming over the back of your neck and pressing their teeth gently against your skin. You shiver, feeling the graze of their horns and spikes but never once being cut by the sharp edges. Held gently in large, dangerous arms, you find yourself releasing the anxiety within you that whispers of tragedies and fears, of failures and blood. Tears gather behind your eyes.

One drop spills out of the corner of your eye. A scarlet claw catches it against your cheek, wiping it away delicately.

“Okay,” you say finally. “Let’s go. But we will come back tomorrow.”

“Of course, little hunter.” Glinting teeth once more kiss your hair, clicking softly against a black hairpin you wear, before releasing you. “Give us a moment.”

Four arms slip away from you, reluctantly trialing over your wrists and hips before finally lifting away. You wait. Looking up between the brief breaks in the green canopy above, you stare at the night sky as stars twinkle with a promise. A familiar sound of footsteps, metallic but lighter, returns to your side.

Moon’s pale eyes hold your gaze as he takes your hand within his.

“You take care of the scary things,” he reminds in a gentle rasp.

You smile, almost about to cry. He tugs on you gently, and you follow him out of the forest.

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