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Title: Inked Words: 15,286 Chapters: 1/1 Rating: Explicit Summary: Hongjoong wanted a back tattoo and Seonghwa agreed to help him with aftercare. Which meant months of showering together and daily back rubs that might've turned into a little something more.

Title: Calling Me Home (To You) Words: 65,629 Chapters: 7/7 Rating: Explicit Summary: Kim Hongjoong has devoted his life to rehabilitating mermaids and mermen back to their clans, going out of his way to support every aspect of the process he can, and wanting nothing more than to see them back to the sea that calls to them. Until he meets Park Seonghwa, a merman with a tragic past and a mysterious secret that teaches Hongjoong to find balance amid the rough waves that have sent them crashing into one another.

Title: Bound by Bullets Words: 108,809 Chapters: 12/12 Rating: Explicit Summary: Seonghwa, a gun dealer working for a licensed FFL holder, finds himself swept up in a world of illegal dealings after he became just a bit too curious about their favorite customer, Kim Hongjoong.

Title: Stay Here, Stay Near Words: 57,599 Chapters: 3/3 Rating: Explicit Summary: Hongjoong gets displaced after a fire in his apartment building, resulting in him being homeless over night. He turns to the only friends he can trust, Seonghwa and Yeosang, to help him out in his time of need, but his one concern is that the Omega, Seonghwa, is pregnant with another Alpha's child. Without many other options at such short notice, he reaches out to them, asking for their help until he can straighten things out with his insurance company, and they are happy to lend a hand for as long as Hongjoong needs, leaving the Alpha forever indebted to them. During his stay, he figures out a way to repay them.

Title: Filling In (Filling Up) Words: 60,874 Chapters: 3/3 Rating: Explicit Summary: Seonghwa started an OnlyFans while in university to help him and his roommate, Hongjoong, make ends meet, not anticipating his side-hustle to quickly spiral out of control, becoming his full-time job. His OnlyFans account gains him lucrative income, adoring fans, and a tight-knit team to help him grow even larger on the platform. But as time passes, Seonghwa is starting to get burnt out, and his manager suggests changing things up by doing a challenge going around the platform. The only problem is, it requires a partner, something Seonghwa has refused time and time again with the same excuses-he doesn't have a partner, he doesn't trust anyone, he is afraid a collaboration will go south-shooting the idea down for the nth time. Until one day his trusted photographer can't make it to their shoot, and Seonghwa is left to do it on his own, something he hasn't done in a while. But his roommate steps in, and offers to fill in for her last minute. Seonghwa is skeptical at first, since Hongjoong stays far, far removed from Seonghwa's profession, but when things go well-better than he could've imagined-Seonghwa doesn't see the harm in simply asking Hongjoong to help out a little more.

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Title: Nothing Beats the Real Thing Words: 21,648 Chapters: 1/1 Rating: Explicit Summary: Wooyoung hasn't been dicked down in a while after a bad breakup & is losing his fucking mind because dildos just aren't cutting it and he's spent so much money trying to find a dildo that comes even close to pleasing him like a real cock would because he's sworn off men after his dickwad of an ex, but it's hopeless... until his friends set him up on a blind date that turns out to be the cute florist whose shop he passes every day on his way to work and who sometimes offers him pretty flowers out of his arrangements. Originally Wooyoung writes him off as being too sweet, too soft, too perfect, but eventually San melts his heart and fulfills his fantasies.

Title: Getting Into the Swing of Things Words: 17,719 Chapters: 1/1 Rating: Explicit Summary: San is a club owner in need of a bartender for a VIP swingers party he hosts at his club every other Monday and Wooyoung volunteers for the extra pay, completely unaware what kind of swinger San was talking about, and finds himself catching the eyes of a few party goers, but one particular pair of eyes being none other than his boss, Choi San.

Title: Of Demons and Bee Gee Boards Words: 28,475 Chapters: 2/2 Rating: Explicit Summary: Wooyoung is a troubled university student by day, stripper by night, who jokingly summons a demon with his roommate, Yunho, and best friend, Yeosang, to fight his demons for him. What he doesn't expect is to summon San, a demon who can't stop annoying him with innuendos and corny jokes, who eventually does take care of him, but not how Wooyoung originally planned.

[5moonflower]

[5moonflower]

When you’re sick and on your period.

Reader x Aizawa, Reader x Present Mic, and Reader x Hawks

Author's note: Ok, we've seen scenarios where the reader has their period and how the characters react and we've seen scenarios where the reader is sick and the character takes care of them. I decided to do both. enjoy.

(I do not own Shouta Aizawa/ Eraserhead, Hizashi Yamada/ Present Mic, or Keigo Takami/ Hawks. Horikoshi Kohei does. If this isn’t your cup of tea, blend of spices, or brew of coffee, move on. Reader discretion is advised. A/N: I wrote this while I had a cold because I could.)

Tw: being sick, having a headache, being on your period, blood.

Wc: 1,540

Shouta

You nuzzled your blanket and looked up at the digital clock on your nightstand that read 9:37 am. You groaned and rolled over where the blaring of the sun made your head pound. You whined and pulled the blanket over your head, leaving a small hole as a sort of ventilation for fresh air to come into your hole of darkness and safety. You began to doze when you heard the door to the bedroom open and the faint scent of coffee enter the room. You heard footsteps approach the bed and a warm hand lay on your back. “I brought some tea, Kitty.” You heard the deep voice of your boyfriend tell you as he kissed your head. “Close the blind please. Sunlight hurts.” You spoke from your cocoon. “Alright. I’ll close the blind.” He spoke and left you for a moment to close the blinds. When you saw the room darken

You emerged from your blanket and sat up slowly. “Nice to see you out of your blankets. How are you feeling?” He asked. “I feel stuffed up and achy.” You told him. “I see. Drink your tea then I’ll give you some cuddles, ok?” He spoke. You nodded and picked up your mug and sipped at the drink as you watched Aizawa change into his clothes, walk over to the bed, and climbed into the bed to cuddle you. He wrapped his arms around you and held you close. You leaned into him and finished your tea, setting the mug back on the nightstand and laid out on Shouta to try and get some sleep. He pulled a blanket over you and you promptly passed out. Shouta chuckled and dozed as well.

About thirty minutes later.

You woke up all warm and cozy in the arms of your boyfriend. You looked up at him to see that he was watching you sleep. “Hello, baby. Did you sleep well?” He asked quietly. You nodded and cuddled back into the blankets. “I’m guessing its warm in there. I’m going to get up and get some water. Do you want anything?” He asked “I’d like some tea please and a heating pad. My cramps have set in.” You spoke. “Alright, kitty. I’ll be back in a moment.” He spoke and slid you off him with some protesting from you. “I need to get up to make your tea, kitty.” He told you as he gently pried your arms off his body. You whined but eventually hugged the nearest blanket. Shouta left the bedroom and soon came back with a steaming mug of hot tea. You sat up again and accepted the hot drink and sipped at it

“Thank you, love.” You told him as he climbed back into bed and cuddled you, holding the heating pad close to where you were cramping. He also rubbed your lower back to help you relieve the pain.  He stuck close to you to attend to whatever you needed for the rest of the day.

Hizashi

Your eyes were fixed on your computer screen as you were surrounded by a box of tissues and bottles of pain and allergy meds trying to avoid your pain and suffering as you were unfortunate enough to get sick with a cold right when your period started. You had messaged Hizashi what had happened to you. He responded with asking what he could get you on his way home from work. You gave him a list that included some pads, cold medicine, and something cold to help soothe your throat. You looked up from your show when you heard keys in the door and the door opening. You watched as Hizashi walked through the door with his arms laden with bags of goodies to aid your relief. “Hey, baby girl. You ok?” He asked as he took his shoes off and walking to the kitchen to set the bags down to sort out their contents. “Better now that you’re here.” You said and slowly stood up to walk to the kitchen to see what he had brought home. You poked around in the bags only to be stopped my Hizashi and handed a bag with what looked to be a period care package in it. “Go back to your cocoon. I’ll be there in a moment.” He told you. You went back to your blanket cocoon on the couch and began to dig through the bag. You found your favorite chocolate, your favorite candy, a bottle of pain meds, a package of your preferred pads, and a stuffed toy of your favorite animal that had a removable scented heating pad inside of it. You hugged the animal and laid on your side to continue watching the show that kept your interest. Hizashi walked over and handed you a steaming hot cup of tea in exchange for him to heat up the pad. You gave him the heating pad and accepted the tea which you sipped on as you kept the plushie in your grip. Hizashi came back a bit later with the heating pad which he put back into the pocket of the animal and let you cuddle it as he sat down next to you and let you cuddle up to him. You laid down with your head on his lap. Now that you felt safe and comfortable, you passed out right there. Hizashi chuckled and pulled a blanket over you.

You woke up some time later with your face buried into your pillow. “Hey there, princess, have a nice nap?” He asked. “Yeah… How long was I out?” You asked him.

“About an hour. You passed out quick.” He spoke and stroked your hair gently.

“I’m tired and not feeling good. Can you make me some soup please?” You asked with a hoarse voice. “Of course.” He spoke and stood up slowly, making sure your head was supported in his absence. You used your stuffed animal as a pillow as Hizashi heated up soup from a can, brought it over to you, and got you situated to eat the soup. “There you go.” He spoke in a gentle tone and wrapped you up in a blanket as you ate. He put on your favorite movie and cuddled you to help you feel better.

Hawks

The door opened and Keigo came home from a long day of patrolling the city. He looked around his apartment for any sign of your presence but he couldn’t find anything. His ears perked up when he heard small whimpers and crying coming from the master bedroom that the two of you shared. He walked over to the door and peeked inside. In the middle of the bed was a nest of blankets with a giant fluffy one over the top to make a type of tent. Keigo entered cautiously and approached the bed, noticing the top blanket moving with the crying, he knelt and gently pulled back the top blanket to see you curled up in a ball, hugging your favorite pillow. “Hey there, Baby bird. Its that time of the month again, isn’t it?” He asked quietly. You stopped sniffling and looked up at him and nodded with your eyes welling up with tears. “Ok. Do you want anything or just want to be left alone?” He asked. “I want some pain meds and my heating pad. Cuddles too.” You said in a congested tone. “You got a cold too huh? I’ll make you some tea as well, alright?” He told you. You nodded and rested your head back on your pillow. Keigo set the blanket back down and went to work, gathering the items you had requested, using his feathers to drop off the pain meds and the heating pad once it was warmed up. Keigo came back into the room with the tea and set it on the nightstand. “I’m here. You want the tea or cuddles first?” He asked. “Cuddles. But you come here. I don’t want to move.” You told him. The bird man chuckled and climbed into the bed and into the nest of blankets that you made and cuddled you close. You wrapped your arms and legs around him, discarding the pillow you had been holding to snuggle into the warmth of your boyfriend. Once you were settled you let out a pleasant sigh. He wrapped his wings around you and you passed out quickly, now feeling safe and secure by being in his touch.

You woke up a little while later and Keigo was out cold too. You sat up and found the tea he had made you and you drank it even though it was cold now. Once the mug had been drained, you cuddled back under the covers and slept more.

The end.

[5moonflower]

hi! thanks for answering my question abt poly requests :) can you do some viktor x fem!reader x jayce hcs where they’re all married and happy, i need super fluff especially after arcane :( thank you in advance i love ur writing

Oh my oh my - this will be quite interesting to write. Viktor and Jayce have an amazing dynamic and I absolutely love it.

Note 1: I have a big writing project I'm working on. It's with Viktor. So if you guys are interested in it, keep an eye out for my blog in the following days.

Note 2: I didn't quite know what you might wish for, but the "where they're all married and happy" line makes me assume that it wouldn't be a problem for you if, besides being in a relationship with you, they'd be in a relationship with each other as well. Poly dynamics can be a bit tricky to understand so I apologize if I'll offend anyone with my current confusion. As a conclusion to this note, this will contain JayVik as well as Jayce x Reader x Viktor.

Note 3: I decided to make this a soulmate AU because it works. Perfectly. If it's a problem, do send me another request. I love writing for these two idiots.

Forever [Soulmate AU]

Pairing: Viktor & Reader & Jayce

Word count: 9109

Warnings: brief self-harm [not exactly what you'd think but I'm adding this here just in case], panic attack, NSFW

NSFW warnings: Size king, threesome.

~ When you finally returned to Piltover after finishing your studies in Shurima, you were shocked by how suffocating your home felt. The etiquette didn't bother you, not quite.

~ It was the lack of expression, of passion, the almost surgical coldness of your surroundings. Now that you were a grown up young lady, as your mother would say, it was so easy to see through the facades and masks worn by those around you.

~ Why did they even bother? Everyone was hiding something. Everyone was faking it. It was hard to not feel a bit ashamed when you saw the lack of emotions, of passion. The lack of feelings in a place you loved more than anything else.

~ Shurima had been... different. Full of life and raw energy. A desolated desert filled with magic and power. With ancient, forbidden things.

~ You were sent there to finish your studies in Archeology, to serve as a diplomatic resource.

~ And you returned with knowledge of things that would get you in serious trouble, if your parents were to find out.

~ The runes tattooed into your skin, right underneath your breasts, were the proof when it comes to your betrayal of science. Arcane magic. Power that should have been forbidden to you.

~ A legacy left behind by your mother's bloodline. Like your grandmother and her great grandmother before her. A legacy shunned by your mother once she had left the humble life of an average citizen, marrying your father - one of the successful traders in Piltover.

~ While your family had been able to perform their sacred magic in secret for generations, it all ended with your mother.

~ She tried to keep you away from your roots. She tried to stop any contact between you and your grandmother, who had decided to move to Shurima after your mother's deep betrayal.

~ After so many years, your mother was sure you wouldn't remember her.

~ But how could you forget your granny?

~ The strong, tall woman that seemed to charm everyone around her. You'd always remember her smile, her bright eyes... her flowing hair, full of life and colour even at her advanced age.

~ How could you forget the way she cradled you close to her chest, whispering to you stories of magic and mages lost in time and space.

~ The woman you'd always look up to - proud and strong, full of confidence and so charming in her natural beauty and femininity. A woman who was never afraid to get her hands dirty, to give her life away for the sake of another.

~ Unsurprisingly, you met her in Shurima. And, unknown to your mother...

~ She taught you the ways of controlling magic.

~ Before you returned to Piltover, she warned you of the danger that to constantly loom over you.

~ Mages weren't tolerated in the city during an age of progress and science. You'd have more chances of living peacefully in Zaun, where people would fear and respect your still limited power. But Piltover...

~ Piltover would rip the meat off your bones for such deep, offending heresy.

~ And things went well for a while. You lived in your comfortable apartment on the outskirts of the city, a place where you could gaze upon the natural beauty of the world, untainted by the condescending city behind you.

~ Every morning, you'd go on the balcony to do your meditations. And that glamorous, clear stretch of water - the blinding light of a new dawn, glistening in the languid movement of waves...

~ It made everything worth it. Even with the risks of being caught. Even with the risk of being exiled - or worse.

~ You started helping people in the Undercity. You'd go in and out with the help of an old friend, a Zaunite who didn't give a damn about the prejudices held against mages.

~ You were trying to specialize in healing magic, drawn from the nature around you. Burning energy brimming with life. Energy that left your skin irritated and itchy when you pushed yourself too much, still unaware of your own limits.

~ You healed people as much as you could. Of course, you'd find excuses for not following your grandmother's warnings. It was good practice for your magic and alchemy. It was...

~ It was the only thing you could really do. The only way you could give back to the world what you were taking through the use of magic.

~ You had a weak, sensitive heart. Every life you couldn't save wrecked you for days, haunting you to the point of a break down. Every time you saw a child suffering, or a bunch of kittens left to die... it broke your soul down, little by little. It left you broken and exposed.

~ It didn't stop you from helping. You did your best to take care of the children, debating solutions with your friend for countless hours. You adopted the stray kittens or puppies that you'd find abandoned, almost starved to death.

~ And you'd take them home, nursing them back to health and giving them away to people who would take care of those sweet souls.

~ As the years passed, it became harder and harder to get into the Undercity. And that's when you met Ekko - a young man who, reluctantly, offered you his trust after a few months of collaboration. You helped his people - and he gave you his protection to roam freely in Zaun.

~ You certainly didn't expect him to show up at your door with Professor Heimerdinger - Heimerdinger, out of all people - and another man.

~ The man himself - the icon of progress.

~ At that moment, you saw your end. They knew. You could see it in their eyes - they knew what you were capable of. And you could only look at Ekko with betrayed eyes as you remained frozen in the doorframe, fingers gripping the doorknob to the point of pain.

~ Heimerdinger cleared his throat, unsure of what to do in such awkward silence. "Miss [L/n], I'm well aware that such a late visit is uncalled for. But my dear friend over here," his small, enthusiastic hand gestured to Ekko. "He told me you could help us."

~ You slowly relaxed. Good. They weren't here to take you away. At least not yet. For now, they only needed help.

~ You were used to helping people.

~ With a heavy sigh, you backed away from the doorframe - long enough for them to enter your modest but cozy apartment. Full of flowers and plants you used in your alchemy. A few puppies and kittens sleeping peacefully in the corner, close the fireplace.

~ "Take a seat, professor." You had a soft spot for the recently retired dean of the science academy. Eyes filled with pain, yet hopeful. He looked weary and tired. Old. "Take a seat and tell me what you need."

~ You watched with careful eyes as he gingerly sat on your couch. Ekko leaned against the wall, familiar and casual in your home. You didn't glance at Jayce - you didn't quite like him. Someone who was willing to use magic in such a reckless manner, unaware of how powerful or deadly it could be.

~ "This young man said you're a mage." When Heimerdinger saw your body tense defensively, he continued in a rushed manner. "No, my dear. We're not here for that. You must be well aware of our recent experiments with the hextech."

~ Taking a few moments to think, you reluctantly nodded.

~ "We... need your help."

~ Help was a word you initially underestimated.

~ Help meant guiding their research. In the short-term, it meant stabilizing the core, the hidden power behind it. A difficult task, as you were still quite the novice in magic yourself - but you knew that, with hard work, it would listen to you.

~ It had to. Your blood would call out to it, after all.

~ Help also meant saving someone's life.

~ A very sick man.

~ You pondered over it for a few moments. This would take all of your energy and mental resources - too much to focus on your priority, Zaun.

~ You'd have to put everything you had into this for a few months. At least half a year. Maybe even more?

~ "And what if I refuse?"

~ Heimerdinger looked at you with pained eyes, but spoke wisely nonetheless. "It is your decision, my dear. We will not report you for your usage of magic. "

~ But others didn't seem to agree to Heimerdinger's perspective.

~ You could only gasp in shock when Jayce grabbed your shoulders tightly, pulling you toward him. Forcing you to face him. Distantly, you could hear Ekko getting closer - prepared to shove Jayce off you.

~ "Please! I beg you..." His grip on your shoulders tightened to the point of pain. "You need to help him. Viktor deserves to be saved. Please. Before you make any decisions, meet him. You won't regret it."

~ You stared at Jayce. He was a handsome man, with bright eyes and a shining soul. A man who wished to do good, but who got lost on his journey. This man he was talking about... what did he mean to Jayce?

~ What was Jayce willing to sacrifice for him?

~ You swallowed thickly around the knot stuck in your throat as your gaze fluttered down, away from his desperate eyes. You didn't enjoy being forced into helping people.

~ It was your effort. An effort you gave away freely, without asking for anything in return. And there were many innocent people in Zaun - people who actually needed your help.

~ Helping scientists solve their own messes wasn't exactly high on your priority list.

~ But you agreed to help them. You'd see for yourself who this man was.

~ And magic wasn't a toy. You knew that, as a mage, it was your duty to stabilize the core and help them.

~ As much as you'd be able to.

~ Your voice was soft as you spoke again. "I'll help you." Jayce's grip on your shoulders relaxed as he slouched, face overwhelmed with relief. "But for a price."

~ His next words broke your heart. "Whatever it takes," he breathed out as he watched you with wide eyes - with an intensity that made you feel uncomfortable.

~ "You will put as much effort as it takes into helping Zaun. And you will change the general mentality of the population when it comes to mages. Don't you find it a bit hypocritical, professor, how the academy uses the arcane magic freely while we are shunned for doing the same thing - in a much more controlled manner?"

~ You didn't have to look at Heimerdinger to notice his shame. His lack of words told you everything you needed to know.

~ The following day - after giving Ekko quite the scolding for telling professor Heimerdinger, out of all people, what you are - you met Viktor for the first time.

~ The academy was a cold place. To you, it lacked personality. It lacked the passion you were used to. Burning passion, as hot as the deserts you've grown to love so much.

~ But their research lab was... different. It had something. Not quite the passion you possessed, no.

~ Something guarded. Something that veiled a passion, a determination ready to swallow the whole city.

~ You assumed that the man sitting at the desk, next to Jayce, was Viktor. And, after thanking professor Heimerdinger for showing you the way, you approached them with cautious steps.

~ "You should stop messing with the core until I stabilize it." You spoke with a touch of disapproval as you watched the pale, lean man poke at the core with annoying determination.

~ You heard the echoes of pain, of anger. And it only made you cringe further. Only the Gods knew how they had managed to come so far with their crude handling of the magic.

~ When Viktor turned to look at you, eyebrows furrowed in annoyance behind his googles, you continued your previous statement. "Magic is sensitive. The more you probe it without its consent, the more vengeful it will become. And, believe me, it will get its revenge eventually."

~ Jayce beamed at you with a wide smile, his hand squeezing Viktor's shoulder comfortingly. He looked like an excited puppy - as if he had expected you to walk out on your promise.

~ "Viktor this is... [Y/n]. She's a mage. She will aid us in our research."

~ "And I would also like to take a look at your illness. I might be able to help." You ignored Jayce's glare at your crude approach. If this man was as sick as you had been told, you needed to start your workings immediately.

~ "I don't.." You watched him glare at Jayce before turning to face the core once more. "As much as I appreciate the offer, Miss [Y/n], I don't quite remember being in need of help."

~ Ah. A stubborn one, then.

~ "Could you leave us alone for a few moments?" You looked at Jayce with insistent eyes. Insistent enough for him to give up on any protests. As he quietly left the room, you approached Viktor.

~ "Listen, darling." You forcibly turned his chair around, pulling off his googles. His glare was as intense as you'd have expected, amber eyes staring at you with a fire that burned wild underneath.

~ "I know what you've been doing. I can smell it on you." You leaned closer to him, matching his glare. "You've come quite far with your research - for that I must applaud you. But it was an incredibly dumb move to mess with arcane magic without the assistance of a mage. Magic cannot be controlled. It chooses to help you, not the other way around. You've been pushing it for years, forcefully drawing energy from it without giving anything back. Do this any longer and it will destroy you."

~ You pulled back with a heavy sign. "You're sick. Why would you rather rely on a force that cannot provide you enough at this very moment instead of letting me help you? Are you that prideful?" Your steps took you closer to the large blackboard, filled with equations and scribbles. In that mess, you could only recognize your beloved runes. Slender fingers traced their contour, relishing in the soft whisper of magic inside them.

~ "Jayce told me you wish to help people. And you can't do that as a dead man." You faced him again. Viktor refused to look at you, stubbornly staring at the door.

~ It didn't take a genius to know he was annoyed by your presence , not used to someone pushing into his comfort zone.

~ "Look... If you don't want to do it for yourself, do it for Jayce. That man was ready to give his head on a plate to anyone who can help you." At last, Viktor relaxed. His face softened as you mentioned Jayce - and a deep sigh wrecked his chest, followed by violent coughs.

~ "What do you need?" You frowned at the sight of blood on his handkerchief. The diagnosis was clear. Still, he was worse than what you had expected.

~ "From you? Nothing. Just let me do my job and I'll let you do yours."

~ During those days you started thinking more about the blue ink engraved on your right wrist, constantly hidden from sight by bandages. Sometimes the sign itched horribly - and you'd catch yourself scratching it raw, even through the thick fabric of the bandages, under Sky's worried gaze.

~ And you'd give her a comforting little smile, making up some excuse about a skin irritation. But she knew. Everyone knew. Most people chose to show their signs freely when they were on a visible part of the body. But you didn't wish for that kind of attention.

~ In some ways, you were scared to meet the person who was linked so intimately to your life.

~ A life that went on slowly - days spent healing Viktor, little by little. Night spent with the core, trying to find a way to stabilize it without further provoking the raw magic.

~ A life that you found oddly comforting, with occasional visits to Ekko's modest Paradise in Zaun.

~ A life you enjoyed, no matter how exhausting it was.

~ Viktor proved to be a wonderful companion, exceeding all expectations. During the hours you'd spend with your hand pressed against his chest, pushing as much healing energy as you could into his very being, he'd talk to you. He'd tell you of his childhood, of his ambitions. Of his life with Jayce.

~ That's how you found out they were soulmates.

~ It surprised you, at first. But then it all made sense. Not only was Viktor Jayce's closest friend, he also held a part of his soul.

~ No wonder he was so desperate to save him.

~ Sometimes, he'd read to you. His voice would smooth out the increasingly painful migraine to grow behind your eyes, a sign of exhaustion.

~ But not enough to make you to stop.

~ It was hard. It was painful. But he was steadily getting better. And it made you happy to see this wonderful genius brighten up, blossoming like a delicate flower of the night. And to watch Jayce regain his hope, with an energy as bright as the sun.

~ When Viktor asked you about your soulmate, you could only stammer. It was quite hard for you to explain your nervous thoughts when it came to such things. Ironically, as a mage, you were supposed to understand better than anyone else the importance of such a connection - a bond that linked souls together in the most amazing, most natural way possible.

~ The very definition of true love.

~ Even so, no one was forced to have a relationship with their soulmate. People could live on happily without one.

~ Did you wish for that? No, not really. But you weren't prepared for it.

~ You weren't prepared for rejection.

~ Few people believed in magic. And so many shunned mages away, as if they were the plague.

~ You wouldn't stay with a person who couldn't accept that part of you, soulmate or not.

~ "It's... complicated." You gestured with your right hand - and his eyes fell on the bandage with a thoughtful look.

~ You didn't pay any attention to that look. You were used to them. Even your parents greatly disapproved of your choice. Others wondered if you were ashamed of your soulmate. Of your sign.

~ Professor Heimerdinger even inquired if you and Ekko...

~ Of course, your embarrassment had been immeasurable. And Professor Heimerdinger apologized repeatedly over the following days.

~ He didn't inquire about your soulmate ever again after that disaster.

~ You couldn't ignore the fact that you had to spend most of your time in the presence of two very handsome, very bright-minded men.

~ You tried to ignore the building attraction as much as you could. And it was hard to do so, especially with the annoying itching of your wrist. It happened more and more those days, to the point where the skin under the bandages was almost constantly red and irritated.

~ At least you were going through some massive progress with both the hexcore and Viktor's health.

~ One night, you returned to the research lab after taking a break of several hours - enough to eat something more consistent, take a nap in your own bed and enjoy a long, steaming shower.

~ It was a quiet, rainy night. Peaceful. You could see the dim glow of the core in one of the main rooms. A glow that, nowadays, was less threatening and slightly more willing to cooperate.

~ You just wanted to check on Viktor and see if he was still in his study. You didn't mean to peak in or anything, but the door was left open, exposing the low light of a lonely lamp.

~ You almost squealed when you saw them. Viktor pressed against his desk while Jayce was kissing him with the passion of a dying man, hand inside the younger man's pants -

~ Needless to be said, you covered your eyes and left as quietly as possible, trying to not trip over your own legs. And even outside, in the cool air of the night and the chilly rain falling from the sky, you could still feel your flushed face burning and your heart beating wildly in your chest.

~ "I think you scared off a little bunny." Viktor said with an amused glint in his eyes and a breathless voice when they heard the main door closing a bit too loudly.

~ "Caitlyn, they were fucking! Well, not exactly fucking. But they were plastered over each other and..." You watched as Caitlyn choked on her coffee before bursting into laughter. "It's not funny! How am I supposed to look them in the eye after seeing... that?!"

~ Next morning, you didn't hesitate to drag Caitlyn from her home to a nearby cafe. You were desperate for advice, and too embarrassed to go straight to the academy.

~ "Well, they are soulmates. What did you expect?" "For them to not fuck in the academy?!" "You said they weren't fucking!" "They were almost fucking!"

~ Caitlyn could only sigh at your childish antics. "Just... go in and act normal. They can't possibly know you were there. Right?" You stammered with your words as your face flushed even more.

~ "I tried to be quiet as I went out... I mean, they were busy so I doubt they heard me."

~ "Oh my God, [Y/n]. These guys have ears of a demon." You watched Caitlyn groan with a sheepish smile.

~ You were giving her so much second-hand embarrassment.

~ In the end, you had to go to the academy with a few words of encouragement and little advice. As Caitlyn put it, "You go in there and give your best innocent eyes. Don't you dare let them even smell the embarrassment on you. Jayce isn't the problem - Viktor is the real monster here. He has the sharpest tongue in Piltover and Zaun combined."

~ And you were lucky enough to escape their presence for a few hours. Something about a council meeting. But you weren't interested in politics.

~ Instead, you spent those hours working on the core, trying to persuade it into opening to you much like you'd persuade a child into actually trusting your good will.

~ As you stared at the core with annoyance - you'd call it a staring contest if you didn't know any better - you heard the door opening behind you. And the familiar sound of a cane.

~ "Is it still resistant?" The soft-spoken, professional voice calmed your nerves. You didn't turn to face him as you answered.

~ "It's... stubborn. And petty. Magic doesn't exactly appreciate being controlled against its will, you know."

~ You jumped out of your skin when Viktor pressed his large, warm hand on your shoulder - looking down at your form, seated on the floor.

~ "You should take a break. If there's anything I have learned during these past years... Pushing yourself to the very limit will always be counterproductive." He patted your shoulder gently and turned to leave the room.

~ You thought you were safe.

~ You almost thought you were safe.

~ "And that means staying home at night, [Y/n]."

~ As soon as the door closed, you slammed your forehead on the ground. Maybe, just maybe, the ground would swallow you whole.

~ You could almost feel that damned core laughing at your misery.

~ And when you went, later that night, to continue your healing workings with Viktor...

~ It was unbearable, how embarrassed you felt as you pressed your hand on his chest, against his steadily beating heart.

~ He didn't say anything, this time. He only leaned back and closed his eyes, slowly breathing as he relaxed into your touch.

~ It felt intimate.

~ It felt more intimate than it should've been. After all, he had a soulmate. There were even rumors that they were already married and here you were, blushing and being bothered by a man you shouldn't even have a crush on -

~ That night, lying in your bed, you scratched your wrist to a bleeding mess, trying to get rid of the itch embedded into your skin.

~ Your head felt clearer when, the next day, you returned to the academy.

~ The itch was still there, but it was overwhelmed by the dull pain that you inflicted upon yourself unintentionally. It hadn't been your intention, of course. It just... it just felt so overwhelming that...

~ You pulled in a deep breath as you sat on the chair, looking at the core.

~ It was quiet today. No negative energy, no unpleasant whispers in your mind.

~ Just a gentle, balanced energy.

~ You closed your tired eyes with a heavy sigh and, crossing your arms on the table, you rested your head on them.

~ The lab was filled with silence. Only the soft hum of the core, brimming with magic, echoed in the large room.

~ You watched it. You watched the mesmerizing pulse of magic call out, the raw power that made your skin tingle from the proximity.

~ It pulled you in with a hypnotizing power and, surely, you lifted your hand.

~ Closer, closer, closer.

~ Your fingers were tingling with blue energy, almost fully touching it, when you felt your wrist pulled back violently - a pained hiss leaving your mouth at the pressure on the wounded skin.

~ "What are you doing?" You heard Jayce scolding you as his grip tightened on your wrist, pulling another pained noise from you. And then the tall man stopped abruptly, relaxing his grip to glance down at the bloodied bandages.

~ You didn't protest when he pulled a chair closer, sitting next to you. Close enough to feel the heat of his body.

~ It made your wrist itch again and you tried to yank it out of his grip. But Jayce was much, much stronger than you. He effortlessly kept your wrist in his grasp, his free hand tugging gently at the bandages.

~ "Why would you do this to yourself, [Y/n]?" He was still scolding you, yet his voice was gentle. He seemed... surprised. Shocked, even, by your actions.

~ Why would you do this the one thing most people treasured the most in their lives?

~ And you didn't answer him. You only slouched against the chair, eyes closed, as he slowly unwrapped the bandage. And then...

~ There was a slight pause as his fingers tightened painfully around your wrist, pulling you from your slight reverie.

~ "Jayce, it hurts-" You looked at him, and paused as you caught him staring at your mark.

~ An intriguing mark, complicated and breathtaking. A design that made you think of machines, of... progress.

~ Not really that surprising. Not in Piltover, at the very least.

~ "Jayce? Jayce, let me go." You tugged your wrist back and that seemed to bring him back to you.

~ When he met your eyes, you saw something different in them. Something that burned deep into your soul.

~ At the time you had assumed it was anger.

~ But later on you realized it was something else entirely.

~ "I'm... okay." He cleared his throat as you pulled your wrist from his slackened grip. You refused to look at him again, embarrassed by this sign of your weakness. Gods, you didn't even want to imagine what he might think of you now.

~ "At least let me clean the wound." His voice was sure and stern, brimming with authority.

~ They were both quite dominant people. Two types of leaders.

~ Jayce was naturally born to be a direct leader. But Viktor... Viktor knew how to make people listen to him. When he was completely serious, even Professor Heimerdinger would stop and listen with all of his focus to what he had to say.

~ You sighed at his request. Nonetheless, you placed your wrist on the desk while he gathered some supplies from Viktor's office.

~ And you could only hiss and wince as he gently cleaned the wound, wrapping new bandages around your wrist with a care that worried and comforted you at the same time.

~ As if you were going to break.

~ Did he think you weren't up for the task anymore?

~ "You should go home and get some rest, [Y/n]. Viktor will be alright if we skip one day." You didn't argue with him, even as you felt your heart drown in worry.

~ After quietly gathering your things, you left the academy and Jayce alone at the desk.

~ And that's how Viktor found him, elbows pressed against the smooth surface. Head held in his palms, unaware to the world around him.

~ You didn't return to the academy the next day. Viktor was almost fully healed - there was no need to continue his treatment immediately.

~ You couldn't return. Now with the thoughts plaguing your mind.

~ Instead, you went to Zaun in search of Ekko.

~In search of an old friend's companionship.

~ When you returned home the following day, very early in the morning, you found the light in your apartment on. And two serious, worried men inside.

~ "What..." You glanced at Jayce and Viktor with surprised eyes. Jayce was leaning against the wall, close to the living room's window - and you couldn't blame him, the view was absolutely breathtaking - while Viktor was seated at your desk, looking over your notes and books on arcane magic, given to you by your grandmother. "How did you two even get in here?" You looked at your oldest dog with annoyed eyes. What a guardian he was, letting strangers help themselves into your home.

~ "I assume you don't remember this." Without raising his eyes from your notes, Viktor showed you the key dangling on one long, slender finger. The key to your apartment.

~ The one you gave to them in case of emergencies.

~ You sure know how to sabotage yourself.

~ "Quite a lovely home you have. And very well written notes - personally, I wouldn't have thought of magic as a sentient, living being. But I will admit defeat when I see myself bested." You watched him get up from the chair - reaching for his cane as he turned to face you.

~ "Now, my darling, I believe we have some things to discuss." His words only made your confusion grow more and more . You glanced at Jayce, but he remained still... eyes fixed on you with an unreadable look on his face.

~ Gods, you were royally fucked.

~ "Your bandages. Take them off." You met Viktor's eyes again. "Now."

~ You wanted to argue. You wanted to tell him that he had absolutely no right to address you in such a way, to force you into...

~ Yet your shaky fingers clumsily unwrapped the bandages, letting them fall to the floor. And your eyes remained fix on the healing skin as Viktor got closer to you, his own cool fingers brushing over the irritated lines of the sign.

~ It left your skin tingling and, as you tried to pull away, you were stopped by his hand wrapping sneaking around your waist.

~ "I did have my suspicions." You heard him mutter against your head, his body pressed close to your own. You wanted - you tried - to pull back, but the man was stronger than he seemed.

~ And you were already weak in your limbs, barely capable of keeping yourself together.

~ "I wonder how long it might have taken us to find out if you would've decided not to do something as foolish as hurting yourself." His voice maintained a scolding undertone. As if you were a stubborn, impolite child.

~ You didn't fight it when his hand moved to the small of your back, a ghostly touch on your weary body. "And this mess, just because you refused to wear your sign proudly."

~ You couldn't protest - you couldn't tell him it wasn't out of shame, but out of apprehension. But then he took his hand away from you. And you couldn't help but unconsciously lean closer to him, yearning for more.

~ His hand loosened his tie just as Jayce sneaked behind, caging you between their bodies. You would've fallen to the floor if not for Jayce's strong arm wrapping around your frame, shocked eyes falling on Viktor's pale collarbone.

~ The same mark you wore. That meant...

~ The same mark Jayce had.

~ Your breathing got heavier. You could hear your heart pounding, your blood rushing in your ears as you squeezed your eyes shut, completely overwhelmed by the situation.

~ It felt like you were suffocating, choking on air and you grew light-headed, leaning completely on Jayce.

~ You felt Viktor's cool hands rest on your cheeks, pulling you down with him to the ground. You couldn't feel Jayce's hands on you anymore, but when you were pushed back you hit his chest.

~ It took a while for you to calm down, back pressed against Jayce's well built body. You could hear Viktor speaking to you, the gentle lull of his accented words pulling you back from the sudden panic that had overwhelmed your entire being, his fingers lovingly caressing your face.

~ When your heart returned to its steady beat, you opened your eyes. In that moment, it felt as if you were gazing at Viktor for the first time.

~ His lovely, silky hair. His pale skin. The aristocratic shape of his face. The gold in his eyes.

~ With a shaky exhale, you leaned more heavily against Jayce, seeking his body warmth. To know you could want such a thing felt incredibly strange.

~ To know they'd give you anything you wished for... it left you incredibly confused and conflicted. And it was hard to understand that you'd do the same for them.

~ It was hard to comprehend the connection you shared with two amazing, incredible men.

~ And your heart quivered when Jayce squeezed you against him, hands wrapping fully around your chest. A warm, comforting embrace. You rested your head on his arm and your tired, exhausted eyes fluttered close just as you saw Viktor lean over you to press a kiss to Jayce's lips.

~ It made you feel... something. But you couldn't quite explain it.

~ You didn't have enough words for explaining it.

~ When you wake up the next morning, you're not even surprised to find yourself nestled between the two men, Jayce's face pressing into your back while you were resting your head on Viktor's shoulder.

~ It was an entirely new feeling. But you felt safe... and comfortable.

~ So you went back to sleep.

~ Things were a bit tricky for a few weeks. You remained quite shy and embarrassed, much like a spooked fox in the presence of wolves.

~ You continued to help them with the core. But, those days, you'd also sneak to the Undercity - now that Viktor was almost fully healed, you didn't need to do your healing as often as before. Only two or three times per week was enough.

~ Jayce didn't enjoy your work in Zaun. He was nervous and scared for your safety, while Viktor felt immense pride at your work. Why would he worry? Zaunites wouldn't hurt the one person who'd help anyone in need. It was an unspoken rule. And you had Ekko there, your self-proclaimed bodyguard.

~ While you weren't comfortable with initiating affections, Jayce and Viktor didn't have any complaints in spoiling you rotten. And you didn't mind the soft kisses you'd get from both of them when you'd leave the research lab, kisses that left you trembling and blushing down to your collarbone.

~ Viktor's kisses were slow, languid. Sensual. Calculated. They left you dizzy and trembling with need as you'd twist your fingers into his vest. Slow and long enough to leave you breathless, your mind empty and pupils blown wide with lust. He'd always have that knowing look on his face afterward, a look that made you remember his origins - as much as he was a gentleman, Viktor remained a Zaunite. And he was far from naive or innocent.

~ Jayce's kisses were fast and passionate. He took over your mouth like he owned it, overwhelming you with through his mere presence and ardent touch. Hands resting on your hips as he'd pull you flushed against him, swallowing the soft whimpers to leave your swollen lips. He enjoyed few things as much as your disheveled look when he'd finally pull back, lips flushed and glistening while you looked at him with glassy eyes.

~ And after your share of kisses, you'd leave the laboratory in a hurry, barely able to stand right and with a horrible ache in your core.

~ It wasn't surprising to return home and find them there. It felt strange to share your home with two men each night.

~ You learned new things about them. Viktor was a ridiculously good cook, while Jayce couldn't cook to save his own life. They both loved animals - you saw it in the way they dotted on the stray pets you'd bring back home from Zaun.

~ It was always a pleasure to watch them argue over their research while you dozed on the couch with a book in your hand, cuddled next to your only adult cat - a fluffy, ginger boy you absolutely adored. You'd also see them share kisses during those times, watching through short bursts of consciousness before you'd fall asleep again. And the memories of those kisses you'd occasionally see would always make their way into your mind when you finally had some time to touch yourself, some time to spend alone. You were left confused and ashamed by how much it turned you on.

~ You'd crawl into bed with them every night, too tired to be embarrassed about being squished between two incredibly attractive men. But it would bother you in other ways. You'd try to keep still and relaxed as your skin tingled from the proximity. And each time you thought you got it under control, Jayce would wrap around your body from behind or Viktor would groan softly into your ear as he stretched and...

~ And you'd be left cursing yourself for wanting them to fuck you so badly.

~ Bless your heart, they enjoyed pushing your buttons. They were much more experienced than you - and it was so easy to read your desire.

~ Jayce couldn't understand why you chose to hold back so much when you were soulmates. But Viktor could fully understand your apprehension and hesitation to take such a great step.

~ It doesn't mean he wouldn't tease you as much as Jayce did.

~ They asked you to move in with them.

~ And they lived together. Of course they did.

~ And while you were initially tempted to refuse, you...

~ Agreed.

~ You actually agreed to share a home with them.

~ They made sure you had your own room. A place where you could spend some time alone when things got too overwhelming. It was a nice thought that you appreciated. Just like Viktor had his study. Just like Jayce had his blacksmith - you had checked him down there once and dear Gods, the sight of him shirtless left you seeing stars - .

~ Sometimes, while you were in your room, Viktor would come and bring you some sweet milk and cookies. Jayce, on the other hand, always brought you coffee - just as you liked it. It was so endearing to see their dynamic, to see how different yet similar they were.

~ And you grew up more comfortable with them, softly blooming in their shared love and affections. You grew confident enough to kiss them whenever you wished to do so - and the look in their surprised, heated eyes was always worth it.

~ But sleeping with them also made you more and more uncomfortable as you opened up in your love for them. It became incredibly hard to actually only sleep with them. Your own touches didn't bring you any satisfaction, not anymore. Not when you were utterly and helplessly sexually frustrated.

~ One night, Viktor came to bed earlier than he usually did - to find you already in the bed. You were trying to fall asleep, hoping you'd have an easier time doing so in an empty bed. But your plan went horribly wrong when Viktor slipped in the bed, pulling you into a warm embrace.

~ You could only squirm as you listened to the shower - Jayce loved taking ridiculously long showers. And the thought only frustrated you more as you buried your face into Viktor's chest, breathing in the comforting scent of his body and the faint traces of his cologne.

~ He was so warm. His touch was so comforting. These days, you could see yourself spending the rest of your life with them.

~ It felt natural to share a life, a home with them.

~ You knew they'd ask you, sooner or later. Jayce was a very straightforward man. You've heard them talk about it from time to time, when they thought you were sleeping deeply. Soft whispers passed over your head as you cuddled against one of them, warm and more comfortable than you had even been before. And you knew you wouldn't mind marrying them.

~ You melted into his touch. One hand brushing through your soft, long locks of hair. His other rubbing your back comfortingly.

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~ If he could feel the subtle quiver in your legs, he chose to not say anything.

~ Yet, he didn't seem surprised when you pushed against him fully with a shaky exhale, raising your head to meet his gaze. And his tired eyes were welcoming as you pressed yourself up to kiss him.

~ You deepened the kiss with a whimper when you heard his soft groan, and you didn't hesitate to press him flat on the bed. Crawling over his body, you straddled him. You arched into his touch like a cat in heat, your body burning with desire - a pent-up desire that has brought tears of frustration for many nights before.

~ When you grinded your hips against him, you almost lost your breath - and you definitely lost your mind when his hands found your hips, pulling you back down and guiding them into a swaying movement as you pressed your flushed face against his neck. Breathy gasps left your raw-bitten lips each time his hard length brushed against your clothed clit, sending sparks of uncontrolled pleasure through your body. His palm cradled the back of your neck as you gasped your pleasure into his skin, his other hand sneaking under your shirt to ghost over your naked skin.

~ "Having fun without me? I'm quite disappointed, Viktor." Jayce's voice pulled you from the hazy feeling in your mind and, instinctively, you tried to pull away - only to be stopped by Viktor's hand, who pushed your face back into his neck with a gentle shushing noise.

~ You could only squirm against Viktor's cock when Jayce pulled down the blanket. His warm hands pushed up your shirt and teasing lips left soft, sweet kisses over the expanse of your naked skin, droplets of water spilling from his wet hair. And then you felt him lean over and...

~ Your face grew even more flushed when he realized he was kissing Viktor.

~ But he wasn't done with you. Jayce's hands covered Viktor's own your hips and forced you to take a sharper, harder turn in your thrusts - an action that made Viktor break away from the kiss with a hissed curse. And then you felt Jayce's smile against your shoulder, followed by whispered words: "He likes it rough, sweetheart."

~ You outright moaned when his hand sneaked inside your shorts, ghosting over your soaked panties while Viktor guided one of your hands to his clothed, straining erection. And you rubbed it cautiously, a bit concerned at how big it felt against your hand, fingers twitching whenever Jayce's touch brushed against your clothed clit.

~ It was an onslaught of pleasure that left you breathless and dizzy, gently grinding down on the fingers teasing you.

~ It drove you fully, completely insane. It felt so good - and you berated yourself for waiting so long, for not doing this sooner. You were ready to combust into flames because of the tension inside you, the gnawing feeling deep inside your bones.

~ When Viktor pulled you further up his body, you were barely clear-headed enough to press your palms to the wall for balance. You felt hands push your shirt up and, when you opened your mouth to speak, a loud whimper escaped instead of words as lips wrapped around one of your nipples, tugging teasingly on the sensitive buds. Cold fingers pinched the other. You were almost seeing stars, looking at the wall in front of you and unable to comprehend how exactly did you end up like this.

~ And then Jayce's fingers slipped into your panties, touching your soaked skin - and your mind went completely blank. You heard him curse behind you, whispering how wet, how hungry for their cocks you were. You nodded your head desperately, pushing back against his fingers with building desperation - and when one of his fingers finally slipped inside, you sighed in relief as you slowly relaxed around the intrusion.

~ It felt a bit uncomfortable, yet satisfying. And you pressed down further, walls fluttering around the single digit when Viktor bit gently on your nipple, sending sparks of plain and pleasure down to your clit.

~ The first finger was followed by a second. By the time his third finger was inside, you were grinding down on his hand with increasing urgency, fingers digging into the wall.

~ You made a noise of confusion when Jayce drew out his fingers, pulling you off Viktor. Until you heard his words.

~ "I'll fuck you first. I'm gonna prepare you for him." Ah, yes. So he was as big as you had expected. The realization left you trembling with anticipation, well aware that it would be a long night.

~ While Jayce pressed you down on your back, you watched Viktor get comfortable against the pillows. He had a cigarette in one, ready to light it. Your brows furrowed. You had never seen him smoke. As you prepared to scold him for smoking in the first place, you were distracted as Jayce pulled off your shorts and panties, pressing his heated length against your soaking lips with a heavy thrust.

~ "Eyes on me, sugar." You turned your wide eyes to Jayce. Beautiful Jayce, with his damp hair and handsome face. You've heard so many girls and women talk about him. And here you were, in bed with him. As his soulmate.

~ It still felt surreal.

~ You relaxed further when he pressed a slow, gentle kiss to your lips - different from his usual ones - and you didn't protest when he nudged your thighs open with his own. But you did tense a bit when you felt the flushed head of his cock pressing teasingly against your opening. Your nails dig into his shoulders in nervous anticipation. You knew it would hurt, at least a bit. You couldn't help but feel nervous.

~ Jayce deepened the kiss when he started pressing inside you, a slow determination that forced you to arch your back through soft whimpers. It was painful, a stretch that brought tears to the corner of your eyes. He was bigger than you had anticipated. You shuddered only thinking of how Viktor would feel.

~ The slow roll of his hips left you breathless, gasping for breath when he pulled away to watch you as he pushed himself fully inside of your heated, soaking core. You threw your head back against the covers, overwhelmed, and felt him twitch, pressing just a bit harder inside.

~ A slow, patient rhythm - slightly pulling out, then pushing deeply inside. It left you clawing at his back, breath held in anticipation for every thrust that would follow. He maintained it with an annoying accuracy, to which you responded by biting his shoulder sharply. The satisfaction you felt from hearing his pained hiss was short-lived as he pushed you down into the covers, thrusting hard into you. Your legs shook at the force behind it - and you moaned sharply, hiding your face into the blanket.

~ "That was a very mean things to do, my dear." You heard Viktor's voice to your right, calm and nonchalant. Your walls fluttered violently around Jayce as you took in his thick, accented voice.

~ "Looks like she has a thing for your voice." Jayce didn't even sound surprised when he huffed those words.

~ You could almost feel the satisfaction rolling off Viktor.

~ And that's when Jayce truly went to business. Hard, deep thrusts that had no mercy behind them, that left you gasping for breath between broken whimpers and moans. Every thrust filled you with burning pleasure - yet it wasn't enough for you to reach an orgasm. And when he came, a few minutes later, you were left shaking and wanting more.

~ You weren't even surprised when Jayce flipped you to your belly and pushed you to Viktor - Viktor, who was watching you with heavy and dark eyes. Cigarette long forgotten.

~ "He's waiting, princess." And indeed he was, legs open with an erection bulging against his pants.

~ You looked to Jayce again with a questioning look in your eyes and he only grinned cheekily as he whispered in your ear. "Ride him."

~ Your heart fluttered as you turned to look at Viktor again, biting your lip in quiet contemplation. And then you crawled slowly over him as Jayce tugged Viktor's pants off, impatient to see you take the other man.

~ You didn't dare look at his cock, opting instead to softly kiss him. Your hand cupped his sharp cheek and you felt him relax against you with a sigh - a sigh that turned into a drawn out moan when you sat on his lap, your soaked folds dragging over his throbbing, thick cock.

~ He was longer and thicker than Jayce, enough to make you quite concerned about how he'd fit.

~ You could barely take Jayce. How in the name of Gods were you going to take him?

~ Your question was answered for you when Jayce's hands gently pulled your hips back - and moments later you were slowly pushed down on Viktor's cock. You whimpered at the renewed stretch, body trembling as your walls squeezed in protest at the overwhelming feeling.

~ "You're doing good, sweetheart." Jayce's voice rasped against your ear, sending shivers down your glistening body. "Fuck, you have no idea how hot you are right now." You heard the low tremble in his voice and it was enough for you to push yourself down, taking another portion of Viktor's cock inside you.

~ A long whine left you. You already felt so full. Full to bursting. But Jayce encouraged you to push down further and, to your surprise, you could take more. His words were muffled in your ear, words of encouragement, one hand reaching to pinch your left nipple between his thick fingers.

~ And then you were completely seated on Viktor's lap. With a heavy sigh, you relaxed your muscles around the uncomfortable stretch, curiously rocking your hips for a better position.

~ What you didn't expect was the sharp gasp from Viktor, one arm thrown over his eyes as he unconsciously thrust up into you. As you whimpered at the sudden pressure caused by his movement, you leaned over him - and then you slowly rose to your shaking knees, before falling back in a sharp sway of your hips.

~ You couldn't take your eyes away from him. While Jayce seemed much more confident in taking his pleasure, Viktor was clearly holding back. One hand gripping your thigh tightly, the other one pulling on his own hair with gritted teeth and shut eyes.

~ The most controlled man you had ever met, completely out of control.

~ And Jayce, Piltover's sweetheart, breathing heavily over your shoulder, enjoying the view as much as you did. His hands still guiding the gentle rocking of your hips, forcing you to go faster and harder - forcing you to take Viktor to the hilt, a sharp pleasurable pressure on your most sensitive spots.

~ You never thought you'd ever feel this full.

~ You never thought you would enjoy being so full.

~ As you leaned over Viktor, hands resting on his chest, you started putting more force into your hips - desperate to reach a point of relief, to finally have the tension snap. You were so wet you could hear it, the loud sound turning your ears red with embarrassment.

~ It only made you more wet, your sensitive and raw feeling skin fluttering around the thick, hot cock inside of you, tightening it like a vice.

~ And you could feel Viktor twitching madly inside of you, drawn closer and closer to his orgasm by your very presence on top of him, by the incredibly tight feeling around his cock. You were so very wet around him, driving him insane -

~ You were caught by surprise when he finally opened his eyes, golden orbs swimming in lust and pleasure as he glanced between you and Jayce, who was looking just over your shoulder, a constant, reassuring heat behind you.

~ When Viktor pulled you down to his chest, you went willingly. Too tired to keep yourself up. You rested for a few moments, his cock still deep inside of you. His hands caressing your heated skin for a few long moments, before securing their hold around your waist.

~ You downright wailed when he thrust inside you forcefully, pushing the air out of your lungs as you gasped and whimpered into his ear.

~ It was almost too much, too overwhelming. But Jayce's hands were a reassuring weight on your back, and Viktor's familiar scent in your lungs. You couldn't help but relax into the hard, rhythmic thrusts pushing you closer and closer to the edge - the knot in your lower stomach growing harder and harder to ignore.

~ When Jayce sneaked a hand between your lungs to flick at your sensitive, swollen clit you were gone. Thighs shaking violently while loud whimpers left your lips uncontrollably, you spasmed around Viktor's cock almost painfully. It took you almost two minutes to ride out your orgasm - and it took you another three to realize Viktor had also finished, his cock softening inside of you.

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~ The next morning, you woke up splattered across Viktor's chest, with Jayce spooning the younger man. A soft smile appeared on your face as you glanced at the two man you've grown to love so much - your soulmates.

~ And as you snuggled closer to Viktor, you realized you wouldn't have it any other way.

So, I know I didn't really get into detail when it comes to married stuff - but I hope it will still have enough fluff and... yeah.

Somehow it also turned into a NSFW piece. I mean, it's Jayce and Viktor. It was bound to happen.

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i’m so glad u guys are still writing for this account :) can i request headcanons for how dating keith kogane would be like? thanks!

WHAT A RELATIONSHIP WITH KEITH KOGANE IS LIKE

pairings: keith x gender neutral!reader

warnings: none! lovely lovely headcanons is all! you can find pidge’s version here <3!! 

i don’t know how you got him to fall in love with you, but can i just say, his DENIAL IS ICONIC

considering how he was raised and how he’s seen relationships fall apart, he could care less about romance and kissing and everything. but when he realizes that he wants to be a better person around you, how a smile always tugs at his face, and you give him butterflies, his heart seizes-- and instead of accepting this love, he’s in so much denial that he yells at you until is voice is hoarse of no reason at all

apologizes the heck out of it when he finally confesses to you

THIS MAN LOVES HORROR MOVIES

if you’re afraid, he’s definitely going to smirk and elbow you, might tease you-- but for the most of it, he might just turn it off and let you pick a movie that puts you at peace

keith was shaking out of his SHOES when he saw your approach krolia, asking her if you had permission to be your son’s s/o

but krolia LOVES YOU SO SO MUCH

i just . man . when she sees you, sees how keith’s eyes light up around you, how he’s smiles more, she gives you the most grateful look-- “i’d be more than happy to let you date my son.”

krolia is so iconic. if you call her at 4am to talk about your day she WILL answer

keith isn’t big on pda, but when he’s tired, ask if he wants cuddles asap. he can and will definitely give in, nestle his head against your chest and lull into a peaceful sleep

PLAY WITH HIS HAIR PLAY WITH HIS HAIR PLAY WITH HIS HAIR

keith tends to snap a lot, and constantly feels bad about doing so, even when it’s not that big. you have to straight-up assure this man that he’s doing amazing

you want to know the secret to how he keeps his hair fluffy?? 

yeah i don’t know

BUT HE DOES

when you two occasionally shower together and he does your hair for you, he kisses your scalp and braids it, styles it, washes it, everything. he’s magical.

is often insecure about his galra side, so just let him know every once in a while that you love all sides of him, ykyk??

even though he wasn’t the top student in academics, he definitely knows how to get started on work with little to no procrastination. expect having study date nights with him at a nearby library cafe, under the rhythm of the rain while sharing a cup of coffee

UGH IMAGINE THE MEMORIES?? WOWOW

if academics don’t come as easily for you, he’ll take things easy. the first few days where you tell him “i don’t get it” he might get frustrated, but he catches on quickly, adapting towards how you best learn

THIS MAN USED TO BE THE DRIEST TEXTER EVER

like sahara desert level

when you two first met, he just texted “hi” and “ok” and “sure” and used the wrong your/you’re every now and then

but once your texing style (+the other paladins) rubbed off on him, two weeks into dating, he texts in all caps lock, sends memes, and lots of voice memos of him screaming “PUT THE TOASTER AWAY FROM THE BATHTUB, Y/N”

Hey hey hey! I hope these headcanons sufficed :D If any of y’all want this to be a series with any character (Matt, Lotor, Lance, Romelle, etc) feel free to let me know! I’d be more than thrilled to write them for you <333

- Admin Sera 💝

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It Was You All Along - Chloe Price x Fem!Reader - Life is Strange

Request: can you write a Fem!Reader LIS one shot where chloe had lead reader on about her romantic feelings but reader had moved in next door before max came back and chloe realized she actually likes reader and not max?

A/n: In this, there's several branching and parallel timelines created from Max's powers and Max hops from timeline to timeline, but those timelines still exist, with or without Max being in them after creation.

Chloe had been reluctant when her mother mentioned that someone was finally moving into the house next door. Reluctant because it wasn't Max. She'd checked, you see. She got her hopes up, thinking the Caulfield family had moved back.

Instead, she spotted you helping take some boxes inside.

Joyce had tried to encourage her daughter to take over some sort of welcoming treat to the neighbours, but instead, Chloe was nowhere to be found.

Little did Joyce know, Chloe had snuck out to the Firewalk concert at the Old Mill.

///

It wasn't until Rachel and her were transforming her room that Rachel discovered her window that was about to be covered in an upside down US flag was opposite your window.

Your window with a pride flag covering it.

"Wow..." Rachel remarked, leaving Chloe to raise an eyebrow as she got up to see what Rachel was looking at.

"Huh... never noticed that before." Chloe admitted, frowning at the smirk on Rachel's face.

"Well come on, I want to go meet your neighbours!"

Chloe let out a groan as Joyce asked where they were going, leaving Rachel to explain about the next door neighbours.

"How about you two take over some of these cookies? Since Chloe refused to even welcome them to the neighbourhood when the S/n's first moved in." Joyce suggested, gesturing to the tupperware box of cookies on the counter.

"That's a great idea, Joyce." Rachel smiled, picking up the box as Chloe grumbled under her breath.

///

Neither of the girls were sure who to expect when Rachel pressed the doorbell.

It was only after Rachel explained why they'd come over that they heard footsteps on the stairs.

"Y/n!"

The footsteps paused for a moment before you walked into the kitchen.

"Uh, hello." You awkwardly waved, acknowledging the strangers in your house as you spotted the cookies.

"Y/n, this is Rachel and Joyce's daughter from next door, Chloe. Chloe, Rachel, my daughter, Y/n."

Folding your arms to your chest, your eyes flickered between the grumpy partially blue-haired girl and her friend who gave you a smile as you caught her gaze.

"They noticed the pride flag in your window... you're lucky it was Chloe's window that faces it." You grimaced at the warning glare you received, watching as your family member went out into the garden to mow the lawn.

"Sorry that was so awkward." You chuckled, your hand running up and down the back of your neck as you avoided their eyes.

"So... can we see the room that the pride flag hides from view?" Rachel enquired, leaving you to take a step forwards.

"Sure..."

///

Rachel had been missing since the 22nd of April.

Chloe had enlisted you in helping to find her, she had you running around all over town putting up missing posters and looking in all the places you thought she could have been.

You thought when you first met Chloe and Rachel, that they were dating.

Turns out it was a bit more complicated.

Chloe liked Rachel but Rachel liked to keep her options open. This meant that whenever Rachel was busy, Chloe would turn to you.

She knew you had a crush on her. It was adorable how you'd get flustered and avoid her gaze when she flirted with you. You were wrapped around her finger.

Little did she realise, she was wrapped around yours as well.

///

Chloe thought you were only vaguely aware of who Max was. But you knew more than what she thought, she talked to you when she was drunk or high. Rachel talked to you as well, but you didn't know what was going on with her or who she was seeing when she disappeared.

Because Chloe only thought you vaguely knew of Max, she didn't think you'd react if she decided to ghost you in favour of her childhood friend, or bring Max over to your house.

Oh you reacted, just internally.

The only external display of your emotion that showed was when Chloe decided to tease Max about kissing her. You'd clenched your jaw so roughly that your jawline became more prominent.

You hadn't noticed Max snapping a photo of you in thought until you heard the click of the polaroid camera you recognised from Chloe's room.

"So, what are you two up to? Investigating how Rachel's disappearance is leading to the apocalypse?" You joked, your face falling as you saw the sad look on Chloe's face and the panicked one on Max's.

"Wow. I hit the nail in the head... I thought I just read too much." You replied, trying to brush off reality as Chloe sat up, staring at you.

"Can... can I help?"

Max raised an eyebrow as Chloe stoically nodded, shuffling over so you could sit on the chair with her whilst Max sat on the floor in front of the two of you.

///

Chloe had known since Max kissed her that she wished it was someone else that kissed her instead.

She wished it was you.

So, as she sat on the couch in your room, debating her internal struggles of Max, Rachel and you, you caught her eye.

Or, your jawline did.

She only blinked when Max snapped a photo of you staring into space, leaning against the walls next to your pride flag.

Max said something about the sunlight making the pride flag reflect its colours on your face but Chloe wasn't paying attention to that.

Instead, she watched you figure everything out from a few sentences and facial expressions.

"Can... can I help?"

Chloe was barely able to school her features as she nodded to you, scooting over so you could sit next to her whilst Max sat in front of you both, ready to listen.

///

Never in your wildest dreams did you think an E6 tornado would crash into the little town your family moved to that couple of years ago.

Your family had already decided to head to Seattle for the weekend on Thursday. Knowing that they would be safe, you'd snuck a bag of the family treasures, like photo albums into a bag that you'd given them.

But now, Arcadia Bay looked tiny as you, Chloe and Max stood watching the tornado steamroll it.

"Max... it's time... it's okay, I'm not alone, I have Y/n with me." Chloe whispered, holding Max by the forearms in comfort as the three of you were drenched from the rain.

"Chloe... I'm so, so sorry... I don't want to do this." Max cried, hugging Chloe.

"I know, Max, but we have to, we have to save everyone, that it the alternative timeline you should be in, just like Y/n, said, there's a timeline where Arcadia Bay lives... and you'll make those fuckers pay for what they did to Rachel!" Chloe exclaimed, leaving you to nod.

"Max... if you need me in that other dimension, you'll find me, mention the pride flag in my window... that's all you'll need." You explained, leaving Max to nod as you gave her a sad smile.

"Being together this week. It was the best farewell gift I could have ever hoped for. You're my hero, Max." Chloe replied, glancing at you as you hugged Max first.

"Y/n... Chloe, I'm gonna miss you so much!" Max whimpered into Chloe's shoulder.

"I'll always love you... now get out of here, please! Do it before I freak. And Max Caulfield, don't you forget about me..." Chloe replied, stepping back until she was standing by your side.

"Never." Max affirmed, exchanging looks with you before you felt Chloe wrap her arms around you.

You quickly embraced Chloe, looking up to only see Max was gone.

"Y/n... I... I'm sorry I strung you along for so long... Rachel, she was my angel, but then... then Max came back but all along, all I ever wanted was you, it was you all long, Y/n S/n. I love you." Chloe whimpered, her eyes widening as you raised your hand to brush away the tears that were running down her face with your thumb.

"And... I love you, Chloe Price." You replied, not moving away as Chloe kissed you.

The kiss was salty from your combined tears from watching the town the two of you had lived in be destroyed.

///

"So, first stop, Seattle?" Chloe murmured, catching your eye as you sat in the passenger seat of her truck.

"Yeah... my family left to go up there on Thursday... I snuck some photo albums and mementos into a bag they've got with them. Plus, there's someone we know at university in Seattle." You explained, leaving Chloe to pause, kissing your cheek to erase your smirk.

"Hey, eyes on the road! Anyway, Steph's going to want to see us, especially after... yeah..." You replied, leaving Chloe to nod sadly, eyes flicking to the rear-view mirror, where you'd left Arcadia Bay.

The two of you sat in comfortable silence as Chloe drove towards Seattle, Washington.

Arcadia Bay and Max Caulfield were gone.

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Well, well, well, will you look at that? It’s Pride again.

You know the drill by now. It’s June 1, and suddenly everything from banks to big box stores has slapped a rainbow on their logo. Rainbow capitalism knows how to target LGBTQIA+ customers. For exactly 30 days of the year. How quaint.

Of course, it’s nice to make things bright, and colorful, and pretty. But it’s meaningless if that’s all it is.

Pride should be about uplifting and celebrating you, the community. And it should be year-round, not just 8.22% of the year. So, we’re signal-boosting your posts that celebrate, support, and honor all genders and sexualities over here. Follow to keep your dashboard lovely and gay as hell all year round.

And, yes, we’re also making a bit of a fuss right here on @celebrate (apparently, we just can’t help ourselves). So if you’re interested in talking about what Pride means to you or want to celebrate Pride but don’t know how to go about it this year, we made a fun little 30-day Share Your Pride Challenge list. Because you do, in fact, deserve to be celebrated.

Tag your posts with #ShareYourPride if you want to make them a little easier for other people to find. And Tumblr? Happy Pride. We’re glad you’re here.

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animal instincts // inosuke x reader

Author’s Note: Another draft pick hahahahah. I headcanon that Inosuke is like this when he’s in love~ My poor misunderstood rough boi who deserves nothing but the world! I hope ya’ll like this, I put some effort into this one hahahaha. Thanks for reading!!

Word count: 4069

Pairing: Hashibira Inosuke x Reader

Warnings: fluff, slight spice (things get a bit heated here UwU) idk, slight angst, SPOILERS FOR THE KIMETSU MANGA

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Close your eyes

Fandom: Stray Kids

Sickie: Felix

Caregiver: Seungmin + Jeongin

No one’s POV.:

The three youngest members of Stray Kids had had to get up earlier than the rest of the group today and the Aussie didn’t like it at all. He was supposed to work on his vocals more, so for the first part of the day, the two younger members would be practicing with him. After lunch they’d have a dance practice with the entire group. Being the most responsible out of the three, it was Seungmin’s task to wake his friends and while Jeongin immediately got up without much complaint, Felix was a different story. Luckily, Seungmin wasn’t only responsible but also merciless and when pulling his blanket away didn’t work, he just got some water and splashed it into the dancer’s face. Now, the older was wide awake and sulkily trudged to the bathroom. He was forced to get ready in a rush because his two dongsaengs were already done getting ready. Right after Felix had forced his breakfast down, Seungmin dragged him out of the dorm. This morning already went completely against his liking but hopefully the rest of the day would be better. At least they’d be dancing in the afternoon, that should put him in a better mood.

Felix unhappily trudged behind his dongsaengs on the way to the studio. How could they be so awake already? Mornings were just not his time and they never would be. Now that he was forced out of bed, he tried to make the best of it, reminding himself that he wouldn’t even be doing a tiring task. Singing wasn’t tiring, was it? The Aussie soon had to learn just how tiring singing could be. They had made it to the studio and settled in for the next few hours they’d be spending there. Their warm up was pretty similar to how they warmed up their voices before a performance, so no problem there. When they started really singing though, Felix started to struggle. This wasn’t singing like he knew it because the two vocalists were also paying attention to the technique. To Felix singing was just that, singing, but Seungmin and Jeongin did it a lot more, so they had to use the right technique, otherwise they’d hurt themselves. Now the two of them were trying to teach their friend the right technique but never having paid close enough attention to how it felt when he sung, the Aussie started to struggle. Singing was far less fun when you were only doing ridiculous exercises instead of actually singing a song and being constantly interrupted after a single line really sucked. Of course the younger two had to step in when they noticed the older making mistakes or using the wrong technique to ensure he wouldn’t memorize the mistakes and Felix understood that but it didn’t mean he enjoyed it.

Whether it was because he really wanted to be anywhere but at this studio or because he was tired, he didn’t know but his mind kept wandering to different places, making it impossible for the Aussie to focus. The ceiling lights created fascinating shapes in his vision, distracting him further. He never knew simple lamps like that could glow in that many colors and reflecting this way all across the room. They had been in this room before, yet he had never noticed this phenomenon. “Come on, I know it sucks but you need to focus, we won’t get anywhere with this practice if you’re not in it with your full attention”, Seungmin sighed, forcing the older out of his thoughts. Felix nodded but commented: “Sorry, I just never realized how fascinatingly the ceiling lights create shapes and stuff. It’s really fascinating but yeah, I’ll pay more attention.” Frowning, Seungmin and Jeongin made eye contact. They were always at this studio for practice and never had they noticed whatever their friend was talking about. Even now, they didn’t see any weird shapes or anything. “Are you okay? I don’t see the lights doing anything funny?”, Jeongin questioned, looking around the room again. Felix nodded, mumbling: “Never mind, let’s continue.” How could they not see it? Reminding himself that they had more important things to worry about than whether the light was reflecting in funny ways or not, Felix brought his focus back to singing. Getting this right was certainly more important.

After almost two hours of practice, they allowed themselves to take a break. They still had three hours left before having lunch and heading to the dance room. Putting his water bottle down, Seungmin asked: “Hey, do you still see funny things in here?” Felix furrowed his brows. He hadn’t paid attention to it anymore but now that it was pointed out, he had to admit that whatever reflections he had seen earlier were gone now. The Aussie shook his head but soon stopped as the movement hurt his head. Great, getting up this early hadn’t failed to give him a headache. The headache didn’t let up in the slightest when they continued to practice. He had been looking forward to dancing later but now he was dreading it. Felix tense expression didn’t go unnoticed by his dongsaengs but they figured he’d speak up if something was wrong. He did think about speaking up but it was only a headache, so he remained quiet and tried to focus. As the pain got worse, focusing became increasingly difficult. The lights hurt his eyes and as beautiful as his friends’ voices were, they were way too loud for his liking.

“C-Could we take another break?”, Felix stuttered quietly, dropping his head into his hands. Seungmin instantly moved closer, frowning: “Why? What’s wrong?” The older only moved back and covered his ears, whimpering: “Too loud.” With a hand on his shoulder, the younger tried to get a glimpse at his friend’s face, which was contorted in pain. “You need to talk to us, what’s going on?”, he hummed softly. A tear made its way down Felix’ freckled cheek, his voice barely above a whisper: “My head hurts really bad.” – “Noise hurts, does light hurt you too?”, Seungmin whispered back. The older nodded because he didn’t feel like talking but soon realized that it hurt even more than talking. Immediately, Jeongin went over to the door and switched the lights of, only leaving a dim one on. When he returned to his friends, he found that the older was finally looking up at them, instead of screwing his eyes shut. “Better”, Felix mumbled but tears still continued to fall from his eyes. Seungmin guided the other’s head into his lap and soothingly ran his hands through the Aussie’s hair, sighing: “Have you ever had a migraine before? With how you described seeing funny shapes earlier, it sounds like you’re having one right now. At least that’s pretty similar to what I experience before the pain starts.” Barely audible, the older admitted that he had never experienced a migraine but begged the other two to make it stop.

Their conversation had switched from Korean to English rather quickly, which Felix was grateful for. There was no way he’d be able to form a coherent sentence in a different language right now. Though Jeongin remained quiet, not too confident in his language skills, his heart broke hearing the older pleading to take the pain away. “Innie, there’s no way Felix is going to dance later”, Seungmin whispered, “While I’ll try to get him back to the dorm, could you go and join the others for practice and explain the situation?” – “We still have some time left, I could help you take him home and still make it back in time for the practice”, the maknae offered, looking at the Aussie, who didn’t seem like he’d be moving anywhere at all right now. Seungmin nodded and his dongsaeng started to pack up their things, while the older explained to Felix: “We’re going to take you back to the dorm, so you can try to sleep at least some of the pain off. Do you feel dizzy?” Though he said he wasn’t dizzy, Felix quickly changed his mind as soon as he sat up. His stomach was starting to throw a fit and before he even knew what was happening, his throat contracted with an unproductive gag. Rushing over with the thrash can, Jeongin hurriedly shoved it under the older’s chin as he continued to dry heave. The strain of trying to empty his stomach but failing, brought the Aussie’s head close to exploding and the way he clutched his head and cried at the same time worried the maknae greatly.

Seungmin did his best to comfort his friend by rubbing his back but knew from his own experience, that there was nothing he could do to make it more bearable. Seeing, Felix wasn’t bringing anything up, the younger asked: “Should we try to get home now? If we need to stop along the way that’s fine but the sooner we get going, the sooner you’re in your own bed.” He did have a point and though the Aussie didn’t want to go anywhere and just wanted to be put out of his misery, he knew the younger was right. Standing on shaky legs, he held onto his friend like his life depended on it. Jeongin was carrying both his and Felix bag and held onto the older’s bicep to steady him, while Seungmin had slung the odler’s arm around his neck and kept his arm around his friend’s waist to make support him as much as he could. “It’s going to be a lot brighter outside than it is in here, so it’d be best for you to close your eyes. You can trust us, we won’t let you fall”, Seungmin instructed, taking a few slow steps towards the door. Felix did trust them and though he unsteadily stumbled into both of his friends’ sides frequently, he never fell.

The walk back to their dorm was painfully slow. Though his eyes were closed, it was still way too bright for the Aussie’s liking. They had to stop a few times along the way because he wasn’t sure whether he was going to pass out or throw up, but in the end nether happened. At this point Felix was sure he had never had a headache this bad. Every step he took sent shockwaves through his skull and his stomach sloshed nauseatingly. It was a good thing he didn’t dare to open his eyes, so he couldn’t see that they weren’t nearly as close to the dorm as they should be considering how long they were walking already. They had almost made it back after when felt like forever, when Felix froze in his spot, not daring to move a single muscle. He felt the stomach acid bubble up his throat and tried his hardest to will the sensation away, while the younger two studied his paling face trying to predict what was going to happen next. Removing his arm from around Seungmin’s neck, Felix braced himself against his knees as his meager breakfast came rushing up his throat. His head pounded as the sound of sick splattering onto the pavement caused the Aussie to retch again. Stumbling, he made the mistake to open his eyes and immediately cried out when the sunlight sent a stabbing pain through his eyes and head. Still, he didn’t fall as his friends quickly caught him under his arms and around the waist again. The last strangled heave didn’t bring anymore up and trying to rid himself of the vile taste that made his stomach churn, Felix spat into the puddle one last time, whimpering softly. The tears didn’t stop as Seungmin readjusted his arms and guided the older around the mess he had made and into the dorm building.

Felix hadn’t noticed it before but now that they were in an air-conditioned building, he realized how hot and sweaty he had felt previously. It was so pleasantly cool and less bright around him and the Aussie was ready to lay down right there in the entrance hall. Ignoring his whines of protest, the two maknaes dragged him into the elevator and promised it would be even more comfortable in their dorm. Jeongin had to unlock the door for them as Felix sank increasingly into Seungmin’s arms, barely holding his own weight up at all anymore. Together they managed to support the older to his room and sit him down on the edge of his bed. Jeongin removed the dancer’s shoes, while the older closed the blinds, calmly explaining: “I’m going to get you some painkiller for your head and then all you need to worry about is sleep.” Taking notice of Felix sweat-through shirt, Seungmin quickly handed him a fresh one on his way out. After taking the shoes to the door, Jeongin grabbed an ice pack and rushed back to the dancer’s room. He pulled the trash can up to the bed and watched Felix shuffle under his sheets his new shirt and boxers. “You can put this on your head, do you want me to turn the air-con colder?”, the maknae offered, pressing the ice pack into the older’s hand. Slapping the cold item onto his forehead, Felix whimpered: “Please.”

While the youngest readjusted the temperature in the room, Seungmin returned with some crackers, a bottle of water and two pills. “You can’t take the medicine on an empty stomach, so I brought you some crackers to eat first. Do you think you could stomach them?”, he hummed, setting everything down on Felix nightstand. The older cringed at the word ‘eat’ but agreed: “Don’t think so but I’ll try. Wan’ it to stop.” He missed Seungmin’s sympathetic smile as he forced himself to sit up against the pillows. Usually it would be either Chan or Seungmin getting migraines and though Felix had always pitied them, he never would have expected it to hurt this bad. With a disgusted frown, he nibbled down three crackers before insisting anything else would just come back up. The younger accepted this, three crackers were better than nothing, and handed him the pills. Felix washed them down with the bare minimum of water, whimpering as it sloshed around in his stomach. “There trash can is right next to you but if you can manage, try to not be sick for at least thirty minutes, so the painkillers can start to work”, Seungmin whispered, “Wait, before you lie back down, let me put another pillow behind you. If you elevate your head, it will take away some of the pressure.” As soon as he got the permission to, Felix collapsed into the pillows, gritting his teeth to suppress a groan. He barely heard Jeongin telling him to feel better before he left for dance practice but he felt his head get lifted up as Seungmin slid the ice pack to the back of his head. Seungmin sat down next to him on the bed with the trash can in easy reach. Settling in to stay with the older, he whispered: “I know it sucks, just try to sleep, so you don’t have to feel the pain. Close your eyes.”

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My First Kiss (ChanLix)

Description - Short and sweet fic about Chan taking Felix's first kiss.

Pairing- Stray Kids Bang Chan x Felix

Genre- bxb, fluff, slice of life

Word count - 3.3k

Warnings- neck kissing, making out

Lil note- This is the first time I'm publishing something I've written in a while and this is my first time posting on tumblr so if you want please feel free to give me pointers or tell me what you thought. Thanks for reading :)

As Stray Kids walked into their dorm Chan seemed quite preoccupied. Staying behind as every member walked in before him. All he could think about was the interview that day. Felix had never kissed anyone?

He had a hard time believing it considering how absolutely adorable he was, not to mention Chan and Felix had talked before about girl friends they had back home before joining Stray Kids. Perhaps Felix had just said that to keep the cute, innocent, image for his fans?

He entered and closed the door, sliding off his shoes with the others. Jisung threw himself onto the couch and immediately pulled out his phone to play games while Minho naturally settled beside him, sighing and leaning against one of Jisungs knees quietly. It certainly wasn’t unusual for the two of them to be like that, they had always been close with one another.

Hyunjin, Seungmin, and Jeongin had already disappeared down the halls and Changbin was in the kitchen looking for food with Felix close behind him peering cutely over his shoulders to see inside the fridge.

Chan came over and threw his arm around Felix’s small frame,“Are you guys hungry?” He asked curiously.

The two nodded at their leader's question, but there was a disgruntled expression on their faces. They were almost completely out of any good food to make. They would have to go grocery shopping, but no one had the energy to do all that right now. Especially after the schedule they had had.

Felix looked disappointed, and the little pout on his freckled face was enough to make Chan’s heart ache.

“Hey, let’s order pizza hm?” He suggested, wrapping his other arm around Felix in an easy embrace, holding him perfectly against him with his chin falling onto the smaller boy's shoulder.

“Really?” Felix asked, his eyes sparkling as he looked over.

Before he could answer Changbin immediately began shouting, “Leader Bang

Chan is buying us pizza!!”

There was a loud cheer across the dorm and Felix cheered as well, jumping a bit against Chan. He sighed and pulled out his phone to place the order for his kids.

Hours later the members had finished eating and the majority had gone to lay down. Chan had offered to clean up after everyone, and while Hyunjin and Seungmin had insisted on cleaning their plates before leaving the other members gladly accepted his offer. All except for Felix who was gathering up plates and cups scattered around their living/dining area quietly.

“You really don’t have to help me, it’s been a long day. You should rest.” Chan insisted.

“You should rest.” Felix shot back, straightening up and smiling sweetly at Chan. Chan couldn’t help but stare at him. He was so gorgeous and cute. His teeth were blinding, his freckles dusted his cheeks like stars and his blond hair looked unbearably soft… Had this perfect boy really never been kissed before?

Felix raised his eyebrows and walked closer, “Alright?” he was asking, and Chan blushed, realizing he had zoned out staring at his face and hadn’t even heard what was being said to him.

“Uh… What?”

“See! You’re the one who needs to rest!” Felix pouted, setting down the plates and beginning to push on Chan’s broad back with his tiny hands, without much use. Despite the fact that the two were about the same height Felix was overall slighter than Chan, and not nearly as strong as his friend.

“What did you say?” Chan whined, turning around to face Felix while he still tried vainly to push him, splaying his hands naturally over Chan’s chest, looking up into his eyes with a friendly but insistent expression.

“I said you should go to bed and I’ll finish up.” He lied cheekily, still smiling brightly.

Chan laughed, “No you didn’t, what did you sayyy?” He whined again, still standing strong against Felix’s attempts.

“Seriously! That’s what I said!” He exclaimed before laughing out loud and throwing himself against Chan, finally managing to make him stumble a bit, causing Chan to instinctively reach up and grab onto his arm for support.

The two were now closer, chests nearly pressed together as Felix’s eyes slid sheepishly up to look into his hyungs eyes, Chan was nearly floored. He was so pretty?? So cute??

“Sor-”

“Have you really never kissed anyone before?” Chan blurted out, cutting off his apology to ask, completely flabbergasted by the fact when faced with how stunning Felix was.

Felix blushed and stepped back a bit, “Uh… yeah.” He said sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck shyly. Clearly caught off guard from the random question.

“What about your girlfriends?”

“Those weren’t serious you know.” Felix said, laughing softly.

“Oh,” Chan replied, stepping away and taking the plates to the sink, feeling his face heating up at the atmosphere he had created asking such a stupid question.

“Well...Wh-what about you?” Felix asked, turning to face Chan who wasn’t looking at him and was instead focused on clearing what little food was left on the plates before loading them into the dishwasher.

“I’ve kissed a few.”

“A few!?”

Chan chuckled at the incredulity in Felix’s voice, “I’m not a pure angel like yourself.”

“Hey! I’m not pure,” Felix sulked. Throwing himself dramatically on the couch, “You can finish doing the dishes actually. I don’t want to.”

Chan rolled his eyes, “Go lay in bed then. You should sleep.”

Felix huffed and pulled out his phone to play games. The two were quiet for a while but then Felix finally was too curious. They were best friends right, so it wasn’t like the topic was weird.

“So… what’s kissing like?” He asked innocently, setting his phone down and sitting up to look at Chan with his wide brown eyes.

Chan looked back at him with a cocked eyebrow, “It’s… it’s nice.” He replied, thinking back on previous kisses he’d had.

“Oh?” Felix asked, tilting his head.

Chan sighed, turning on the dishwasher before he went to settle down on the couch beside Felix. It was almost one am, they should both be getting ready for bed, but instead here they were talking about kissing.

“It depends. I like kissing. It feels nice, just… intimate.” Chan was at a loss for words, how could he adequately explain a kiss to Felix, who had apparently never kissed anyone before.

Felix nodded and glanced up at Chan, his eyes landing on his plush lips for probably too long. When he thought about it, it wasn’t surprising that Chan had kissed people before. He was incredibly handsome and radiated warmth. Not to mention, he had a nice body and was a sturdy, safe, person.

“What are you looking at?” Chan asked, his lips curving into a warm smile as Felix seemed to jump and look quickly into his eyes and then at the space on the sofa between them.

“Nothing…” He said shyly.

The two sat awkwardly together, an unusual thing for the best friends, who almost never ran out of things to say or do. They hadn’t been awkward for years but now here they were, silent, tension hovering in the air between them.

“Would you like to kiss someone?” Chan asked. Looking at Felix shyly. A part of him, a small part of him, wanted to lean forward and lift Felix’s chin and gaze deeply into his pretty eyes and press a kiss against his lips. Just to see what it would feel like.

Felix let out an awkward laugh, “What? No?... who would I even..?” He trailed off and looked at Chan from under his long lashes anxiously.

Chan was in the lead here, he could easily just say forget about it, make a joke and move on. Perhaps give him a sweet reassurance that his time would come and he had nothing to worry about.

It was late though, and the tiredness was making images of them kissing swim through his mind. He couldn’t believe it, but in this moment, he wanted to kiss Felix. Maybe it was the way his cheeks had heated up into a soft pink blush, or the way his eyes looked so filled with uncertainty and nerves. Perhaps it was the way his hands had curled into his lap when Chan had sat beside him, or how they had splayed over Chan’s chest earlier, but he wanted to kiss Felix badly.

Chan took a deep breath, “You could kiss… me.” His voice was breathy almost, shaky. As if he had been running a long time.

Felix didn’t make a sound. He didn’t gasp in shock, or start laughing out loud. Chan’s words were not joking, and were not funny in the slightest. His thoughts were scrambled… would it really be so bad? Chan was one of his best friends, and had always been someone Felix loved and trusted. From the moment he met him, he had always felt safe with Chan, and found him attractive. He didn’t even care that Chan was a man… What did it matter?

“Ah… sorry. Forget I said anything.” Chan said anxiously, the silence was eating him up.

“No!” Felix said quickly, “No, I-,” Felix looked into Chan’s eyes, “I want to.”

Chan wasn’t quite sure what he was expecting out of Felix, but that wasn’t it. His heart beat started pounding so hard in his chest he was surprised the members weren’t coming out to see what all the commotion was, “Oh,” he breathed, “Ok.” he said, trying to get a hold of himself. He sat up a bit straighter, trying not to show how flustered he actually was. Especially since Felix had said yes.

Felix sat up too, his hands still clasped tightly in his lap, he looked into Chan’s warm eyes again and then away at the wall behind them. He felt strange, he didn’t know where to put his hands or where to look. He hadn’t thought the night would come to this, and it wasn’t that he minded, he just hadn’t really been able to prepare for it.

“Felix.” Chan said, reaching over and taking Felix’s hands in his own, “First off, you need to relax.”

He was nervous too, but he knew Felix was probably a lot more nervous than he was. He had never kissed a boy before, but he had kissed girls, it probably wasn’t much different.

“I’m relaxed,” Felix lied, trying to give a calm smile but only ending up looking more uncomfortable.

“No you’re not,” Chan laughed, shaking his head at how sweet Felix was, he gently began swooping his thumb back and forth across the back of Felix’s hands, trying to be calming.

“It won’t be weird right…?” Felix asked, suddenly worried about something else entirely. He didn’t want his relationship with Chan to change.

“Why would it be weird?” Chan asked, as if that was a crazy thing to ask, “It’s only a kiss anyways… and at least this way you know, and I know, that your first kiss is with someone who cares about you.”

“That’s true…” Felix replied, his face felt suddenly much hotter and he instinctively leaned forward, hiding his face against Chan’s shoulder becoming enveloped in the scent of his cologne. An immediate sense of comfort washed over him, Chan truly felt like home to him.

Chan gently rubbed his back, “If you don’t want to we can just forget about it though… I don’t want you to feel too anxious or regret it.”

Felix shook his head, pulling away to look at Chan, “I won’t regret it… it’s not like it would change anything.” He said. The more he looked at Chan the more he wanted to kiss him. Especially right now, in his grey sweat pants and dark tee shirt, blond hair all curly and messy, he looked perfect.

“Of course not.” Chan reassured, his eyes scanning Felix’s face still for any traces of doubt. Felix was so adorable, so wholesome. He was more worried than anything about scaring him or upsetting him. He didn’t want Felix to feel any pressure either. Chan noticed his long hair was pulled into a tiny ponytail at the nape of his neck.

Chan leaned forward and brought his arms around Felix’s shoulders naturally, gently reaching up and taking the hair tie out of his hair and dropping it on the couch behind him before beginning to gently run his fingers through his hair, fanning it out sweetly for Felix.

Felix tensed for a moment and then relaxed and smiled, their faces were closer, “What did you do that for?” He asked softly, his breath tickling Chan’s nose as his fingers combed through his blond hair affectionately.

“I just felt like it.” Chan replied, he couldn’t stop smiling.

“Ohh,” Felix nodded, keeping his hands clasped in his lap. He wanted to reach out, to put his hands on Chan’s solid chest or just hug him again, but he didn’t know if that would be too much.

“Felix,” Chan breathed, leaning slightly closer to him. He felt strangely urgent, almost desperate to close the distance between them, but he was also highly aware of Felix’s shyness. Despite all of his feelings if Felix wanted to back out right now he would jump away without a second thought.

“Yeah,” Felix answered timidly, biting his lip slightly as he looked up into Chan’s wolfish gaze. He looked hungry, and intimidating.

“Can I kiss you,” He asked, his voice was gruff, and slightly strained.

Felix was frozen for a moment at the directness of his question, and the strange look in Chan’s eyes, but he wasn’t about to say no, he definitely wanted to kiss him.

He nodded affirmatively and felt his heart jump as Chan gently placed his hand under his chin and tilted his head up. Felix watched as his eyes closed and he came closer, and instinctively he closed his eyes as well.

Chan pressed his plush lips against Felix’s shyly puckered lips gently and then pulled away to look at Felix who’s eyes fluttered open incredulously, “Was that it?” he asked, but before he could become embarrassed by his candidness Chan was quickly kissing him again, one arm was wrapping around Felix and the other, which had been only tilting Felix’s face up was now cupping his velvety cheek.

Felix tentatively kissed back, moving his lips against Chan’s experienced mouth, and hoping he was doing it right. Chan led the kiss, separating occasionally and then crushing their lips back together.

The more they kissed the hotter Felix felt. There was a pit in the center of his stomach and his hands found their place against Chan’s waist. He found himself wanting to be closer to him. He lifted a hand to Chan’s strong face, feeling his jaw moving as they kissed.

Felix was startled when he felt Chan’s tongue against his mouth, but without much thought he slightly opened his mouth wider and poked his tongue back at Chan’s, who took the opportunity to deepen the kiss. His fingers were squeezing Felix’s shoulder gently and Felix slowly began to sit up, not disconnecting from the kiss even for a moment as Chan tilted his head back to keep kissing Felix, his hands falling to his friends tiny waist.

Felix dropped his hands on Chan’s broad shoulders, feeling peculiar as Chan’s hands gently edged his hoodie up, allowing him to splay his fingers around Felix's sides, his thumbs gliding back and forth over the smooth skin of his hips.

Any trace of anxiety or nervousness had been completely washed away now, all they could think about was each other. Felix didn’t feel like he was having a first kiss at all, he felt comfortable and natural.

Chan broke away from the kiss for a moment to look into Felix’s eyes, the two of them were breathing heavily and both of their eyes were filled with passion. Chan gently reached up and put his hand back against Felix’s face. He leaned into Chan’s palm slightly with wide eyes and then Chan leaned up and kissed his forehead, and then his cheek, and his nose and the corner of his mouth, and his jaw. He trailed kisses affectionately all over the boys face, making Felix almost breathless.

“Are you okay?” Chan asked softly, stopping again at the corner of Felix’s mouth.

“Mhm,” Felix hummed, eyes already closed.

Chan smirked softly and kissed the boys lips again before pulling back, Felix’s eyes flew open in annoyance and he whined quietly.

“I think you’re enjoying it too much.” Chan said softly, one of his hands squeezing and rubbing Felix’s side still.

“Is that bad?” Felix asked, looking troubled for a moment, his eyebrows furrowing, was he being too much? Perhaps he should-

His thought process was interrupted as Chan smashed their lips back together again, kissing him more aggressively this time. If they were both having fun, why stop now? Chan’s mouth left Felix’s and found his neck instead, being careful to be gentle and not leave any marks as he kissed, licked, and nipped at the sensitive skin, eliciting sounds out of Felix he hadn’t heard before. Breathy moans and whines that were driving him mad.

He had never enjoyed kissing someone so much. He had never enjoyed hearing someone make these sounds so much. He pushed Felix down against the couch, crawling over his small body and kissing him again, their tongues were dancing together, and while Chan’s hands were holding down Felix’s hips, Felix’s hands were wrapped around Chan’s neck, fingers wrapped tight in his blond curls.

Chan’s hands began sliding up under Felix’s hoodie and over his taut abs, searching for his nipples without thought until Felix let out a small yelp and broke away, “W-wait.” he said softly.

Chan immediately froze, and pulled back, his eyes landed on Felix’s which were now chocolate pools of anxiety.

Chan immediately pulled back, ripping his hands out from under Felix’s hoodie like he’d been burned and sitting at the edge of the sofa, his head immediately going into his hands, “I’m-I’m sorry,” he got out, feeling a heavy sense of guilt taking over his mind. He had gone way too far… that was Felix’s first kiss! How could he be so aggressive?

Felix slowly sat up, looking at Chan’s guilty frame. He reached out a hand and tentatively rubbed Chan’s shoulder, “It’s okay.” he assured. He wasn’t upset with him at all. He just hadn’t expected Chan to do that, it had taken him off guard more than anything.

“No it’s not,” Chan said, pulling his hands away to look at Felix, totally stricken with guilt, “I went way too far. I basically ravaged you for your first kiss!” He exclaimed and hid his face again. He looked ready to cry.

Felix had figured he would be the one to get emotional after this, but he was actually more relaxed than ever. He felt...good? His body was still humming with the excitement and everywhere Chan had kissed and touched felt tingly.

Felix smiled and wrapped his arms around his friends shoulders, rubbing his solid biceps insistently, “Chan hyung,” he said, “It’s okaaaay,” he sang.

“I don’t deserve to be your hyung.” Chan pouted, but still leaned into Felix’s embrace, relieved that Felix clearly didn’t hate him. The two stayed like that for a moment before Chan finally looked at Felix, who’s head had already fallen against his shoulder tiredly.

“Was I- was it-?... Did you like it?” Chan asked sheepishly.

Felix blushed, and bashfully leaned up to kiss Chan’s cheek, “Let’s have more first kisses,” he suggested boldly before pressing his face against Chan’s shoulder again.

Chan froze for a moment and then laughed out loud, warranting a smack from Felix not only to quiet him, but to get out some of the embarrassment.

“You really did like it too much…” Chan commented, pulling Felix against his side affectionately.

“Shut up,” Felix muttered darkly, turning his head to breath in Chan’s scent again and closing his eyes. Though he was getting sleepy now, he couldn’t help but hope that he got to have another first kiss with Chan soon.

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You Are Always Mine - Chappter 7

- 27 Apr 2021

- seventh chapter of a series (YAAM)

- catboy/shapeshifter hyunjin & music producer chan

- top chan x bottom hyunjin

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Felix opened the door to Chan’s apartment. He was glad that he had gotten a spare key, because after minutes of knocking and shouting, they still hadn’t gotten a response. Minho felt guilty for disturbing the neighbours, but Felix was set on finding his best friend. Felix walked in, looking around. Nothing seemed abnormal, no sign of a break in, no sign of a fight or struggle. Felix sighed and bit his lip, making sure to check every inch of the apartment. Minho came inside too, trying to look for hints that they might still be here. Looking at clothes, jewelry, food, anything that might suggest that it was recently moved or touched. But it seemed like the apartment had been empty for days. Felix got more and more worried, knowing something bad had happened. The two boys looked at eachother, sharing the same thought. “We have to go to the police. They can’t just disappear like this.” Felix said, worry laced into every word. Minho nodded in agreement, tilting his head. “But how will we tell the police about Hyun? I don’t know anything about him except his name.” Felix gasped softly, realizing he didn’t know much about Hyun either. Plus, he couldn’t just tell the police Hyun was a shapeshifter. Minho didn’t know about that either, it was just Chan, Felix and Hyun that knew about it. Felix took a deep breath as he decided on what to do. “We’ll go to the police and report Chan. Hyun can’t be far off, they stay together every second of the day.”

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You Are Always Mine - Chapter 6

- 23 Nov 2020

- sixth chapter of a series (YAAM)

- catboy/shapeshifter hyunjin & music producer chan

- top chan x bottom hyunjin

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“They’re here.” Chan’s eyes widened as Hyun spoke those words, not believing it to be true at first. “Wha.. they? Who-” “The men..” Hyun whispered softly, his eyes still fixated on the duo that walked in their direction. Chan gulped as he knew Hyun was speaking the truth then. “The men.. who.. changed you?” Hyun’s little nod confirmed the anxiety inside of Chan, and he got goosebumps all over his body. He could see the fear in Hyun’s expression, following his line of sight to see if he could spot whoever he meant. Hyun felt his heartbeat go up, reaching out to grab Chan’s hand. Chan spotted the male duo as well, and for a moment they had made eyecontact. Chan watched the males talk to eachother and then decided the only option was to run away. “Let’s go. Let’s run.” Chan turned around and pulled Hyun along, beginning to run as fast as he could. Hyun stumbled the first few steps as he had been frozen with fear, but he quickly caught up and ran with Chan. They heard some shouting behind them, and Hyun whimpered as flashbacks shot through his mind. “No-” Chan kept running, glancing back for a moment to see the males in full pursuit. He began running even faster, Hyun groaning softly as he tried to keep up. “Why are they here?!” Hyun said in between his pants, Chan shrugging and just turning another corner. “I don’t know. Let’s shake them off first.” Hyun nodded and kept running, trying his best to keep this pace.

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You Are Always Mine - Chapter 5

- 21 Oct 2020

- fifth chapter of a series (YAAM)

- catboy/shapeshifter hyunjin & music producer chan

- top chan x bottom hyunjin

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After Hyun had tried to explain what he had seen in his nightmare, Chan sighed deeply. “So.. you’re saying.. that you were made? By humans?” “Yeah.. men in white suits. With.. silver sharp things.” Hyun stroked over his right arm, rolling up the sleeve of his pj shirt. Chan watched him, now noticing small scars all across his arm. Chan reached out to stroke over them. “I never noticed these before..” “I know they are there but.. I never knew where they were from..” Hyun bit his lip and looked at Chan. “It’s weird… right? Humans making me a shapeshifter?” “It’s definitely something out of a scifi movie..” Chan took a deep breath and stroked over Hyun’s hair. “But I am kind of glad you are starting to remember. Maybe we can see if we can find.. maybe even report them..” Hyun nodded and relaxed, pulling down his sleeve again. He looked at Chan, pulling him back in for a hug. “Thank you. I’m sorry for waking you up in the middle of the night.” “Hey, don’t apologize for that. Nightmares happen.” Chan stroked over Hyun’s back, slowly lying back down with him. They moved slightly so they were in a comfortable position, Hyun’s head resting on Chan’s shoulder, Chan’s arms wrapped tightly around Hyun’s smaller frame. Hyun closed his eyes, taking in Chan’s scent and smiling. “My Chan.” Chan chuckled and nuzzled his nose in Hyun’s hair. “My Hyun.” They both smiled cutely, happy to have eachother. Even though Hyun had only come into Chan’s life a few weeks ago, it felt like they already knew eachother. ➴➵➶➴➵➶➴➵➶➴➵➶➴➵➶

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You Are Always Mine - Chapter 4

- 31 Aug 2020

- fourth chapter of a serie (YAAM)

- catboy/shapeshifter hyunjin & music producer chan

- top chan x bottom hyunjin

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Hyun sat on the bed as Chan inspected his hair. Chan had scolded him only moments before, but Hyun knew Chan did it out of worry. The way he checked Hyun’s hair and head for any bleaching damage made it clear that he was worried about Hyun’s well-being. Hyun felt bad nonetheless, as he only was curious and in a playful mood. He never wanted to upset Chan. 

Chan sighed and stroked over Hyun’s back when he was done. “Well, it seems like it went well, somehow. You didn’t damage anything.” Hyun glanced at Chan, pouting slightly. “Sorry..” “I forgive you, Hyun. But, if you ever think of doing something like this again, let me know. We’ll do it together." 

Chan smiled gently, looking at Felix, who was still standing by the door. "Uhm so..” Chan got up and cleared his throat. “Felix, meet Hyun.. in human form. Hyun, meet Felix.” Hyun looked up and smiled slightly at Felix, feeling a bit shy. Felix smiled back, still letting everything sink in. “So Hyun.. a shapeshifter huh?” “That’s what Chan calls it. I’m just me. I’ve always been like this.”

Felix nodded and decided to come closer. “And now you dyed your hair.” “I thought it was just colours, actually. I read the box and thought I wanted to try it.” Felix chuckled at Hyun’s shy akward smile. “Don’t worry mate, we all did something on a whim and regretted it later.” Hyun glanced at Chan, who looked at the two of them talking. “Well actually, I kind of like this colour.” Felix smiled and hugged Hyun. “Then that’s great!”

Felix stayed over a while, chatting with Hyun and Chan. During their conversation, Chan and Felix discovered how little Hyun actually knew about being a human. Chan tilted his head as Hyun said he had never seen a computer. “Shut up.. you haven’t?” Chan gasped as Hyun shook his head, looking at the two other males in confusion. “I seriously haven’t. I don’t even know what it should be." 

Felix smiled and ruffled Hyun’s hair. "Oh you’re so innocent. You’ll have a lot to learn.” Hyun shrugged and looked at Chan, beginning to get nervous. Chan saw the hint of anxiety in Hyun’s eyes and he took a deep breath. “Alright. We’ll do everything at a slow pace. Get him used to stuff. Don’t worry Hyun.” Chan smiled gently at Hyun, and was suprised as Hyun leaned against him, hiding his face in Chan’s shoulder. 

Chan gently stroked over Hyun’s head, gliding his hand through Hyun’s blonde hair. “My Hyun..” Felix raised an eyebrow as he watched them. “Your Hyun? Seems like your worries from earlier have faded..” Chan looked at Felix with big eyes, a bit shocked at his remark. “Felix- I..” Chan sighed and wrapped an arm around Hyun, keeping him close. “I am your Hyun.. as a cat I am..” Hyun said softly, moving closer to Chan. “It’s just a choice if I’m yours as well when I’m human.." 

Chan bit his lip and stroked over Hyun’s back. "Don’t say that..” “No, it’s true. You were scared of me.” “I was not..” Chan cupped Hyun’s face, looking into his eyes. “I was caught off guard by my cat that turned into a full human. I.. I had to adjust to it. I had to know if it was real.” Chan smiled as he softly booped Hyun’s nose. “You’re mine. Cat or human.”

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You Are Always Mine - Chapter 3

- 22 Aug 2020

- third chapter of a serie (YAAM)

- catboy/shapeshifter hyunjin & music producer chan

- top chan x bottom hyunjin

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“You can change?”

Hyun nodded, his head hiding in Chan’s chest as he still held him tightly. Chan blinked and rubbed in his eyes, wanting to make sure he wasn’t dreaming. “You- You’re a human..” Chan carefully let his hands go over Hyun’s head, stroking through his hair. “But..but how?” Chan carefully moved away a bit, looking at the male’s face. “How does my cat change into a human?" 

Chan let his eyes study the male who was still holding onto him thight. His eyes wandered down, until he saw something he didn’t expect to see. He quickly looked back up, meeting the eyes of the young male. "You’re naked!” Hyun nodded once again, not getting the seemingly embarassed look on Chan’s face.

Chan took a deep breath and sat up, quickly covering Hyun with the blanket. “I- my.. my cat changed into a naked human male.” Hyun watched Chan, trying to understand why Chan was suddenly acting different. Didn’t he say that if Hyun was a human he would cuddle him and love him? Why wasn’t he doing that? Hyun made a small sound, grabbing Chan’s arm, wanting to pull him back. 

Chan got out of Hyun’s grip, getting up from the bed. He ruffled his hair, trying wrap his head around the situatioin. Hyun sighed and crossed his arms, watching Chan walk around. “You said you would cuddle me..” Chan looked at Hyun. “My cat turned into a human! How- why- I’m shocked!” “You said you would cuddle me and love me!” “You’re fully naked!” Chan shook his head in disbelief. Hyun shrugged, not understanding why being naked was so weird. “So? I’m naked as a cat as well..” “That’s- it’s different okay?”

Chan walked back and forth for a bit, pondering on the situation. Hyun watched him silently, waiting for anything to happen. At one point, Hyun’s patience was gone. He got up and stopped Chan. “Walking isn’t helping anybody.” Hyun wanted to hug Chan, but Chan held him back. “No- it it won’t. Just.. just put on some clothes please.” Hyun sighed and walked to Chan’s closet, pulling out some clothes. 

“Why did you not reveal yourself earlier?” “I.. I was scared. I haven’t been safe to change for years.. until you took me in.” “So, you were the one that ate my peanut butter? The one who took a shower and threw my clothes everywhere?” “Yeah..” Hyun turned around as he had changed into some sweatpants and a white tshirt. “Wha- are you gonna apologize for that?” “No.” “You-" 

Hyun walked to Chan, pouting slightly. "I had to entertain myself somehow. You should be lucky I didn’t scratch up your furniture. Now cuddle me.” Hyun opened his arms, ready to hug, but Chan stopped him once more. “Hyun you.. you’re a shapeshifter.” “Yes..” “How do you exist?” “I don’t know, I just am this way. Now cuddle-” “My cat Hyun is a shapeshifter. But.. don’t you have your own home?” “No. I lived on the streets. Cuddle-” “Hyun please- I’m trying to.. understand what is happening." 

Hyun looked down. "I am a human, and a cat. I change. And I live with you. Why is that so hard to believe?” “Because shapeshifters only exist in movies!” Hyun tilted his head, Chan looking at him. “You don’t know what a movie is, do you…” Hyun shook his head, Chan sighing deeply. “Let’s just.. let’s sleep. Let me sleep on it.” Hyun felt let down, but agreed. They both lied back down in bed, Chan on one side, Hyun on the other. Hyun fell asleep quite quickly, but Chan kept pondering for hours until he lost the battle against exhaustion.

The next morning, it was very quiet in the apartment. Chan had gotten up after his alarm clock went off, Hyun turning around to sleep some more. Chan was kind of glad that Hyun was still sleeping, as it gave him time to think about the situation once more. Wouldn’t he have to report Hyun to the police? No, Hyun said that he hadn’t changed for years and that he had lived on the streets. The police might not even know what to do with him. 

Chan sighed and took a sip of his coffee, glancing at Hyun’s sleeping figure. “I’ll talk again with him after work..” Chan nodded and quickly finished his breakfast, leaving to go to work. Hyun was awoken by the sound of the door closing and locking. He yawned and sat up, opening his eyes to look around. He pouted slightly as Chan was nowhere to be seen. Had he broken Chan’s trust? Would Chan send him away? Hyun got worried and anxious, not wanting to be on the streets again. 

Did he need to appeal to Chan? His naked body scared him off, maybe.. he needed to cover himself up completely? Hyun jumped off the bed, walking to the closet again. He searched through the clothes, not knowing what could be fit for covering him completely. Hyun sighed and looked around. Food? Chan loved food, should he cook something for him? Hyun walked to the fridge, only to find it nearly empty and with no food to prepare. Hyun closed the door with an annoyed sighed. 

Did he smell? Hyun tried to take in his own scent, not sure if humans could smell what he could. Hyun walked to the bathroom, opening the different cabinets to look for something to scent himself with. Hyun grabbed several stuff, trying to read what the packaging said. “Hair dye? You die from this?” Hyun flipped the package. “Colour your hair a beautiful blonde..” Hyun furrowed his eyebrows.

“How does my hair colour itself?” Hyun read the rest of the package, finding the procedure that was written out strange, but interesting. “So.. you put paste in your hair, wait and then your hair changes!” Hyun smiled. “Cool, I can’t do that on my own.” Hyun opened the package, getting ready to entertain himself with this ‘hair killing’ product.

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You Are Always Mine - Chapter 2

- 18 Aug 2020

- second chapter of a serie (YAAM)

- catboy/shapeshifter hyunjin & music producer chan

- top chan x bottom hyunjin

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Chan put on his shoes and coat, getting ready to leave his apartment. Hyun meowed loudly, sitting right next to Chan’s phone, which he had left on his bed. Chan looked up and smiled. “Aw thanks Hyun, I almost forgot it.” Chan walked to the bed, grabbing his phone. “I’ll be gone for a few hours, I’m meeting some friends.” Chan turned to walk to the door, stopping as Hyun let out an annoyed meow. 

Chan sighed and looked at Hyun. “I really have to go. I can’t stay with you forever.” Hyun lied down, his tail swishing around, and Chan knew he was upset. “I’m sorry bud. We’ll cuddle when I come back, okay?” Chan smiled slightly, leaving the apartment and locking the door. Hyun looked at the door for a while, hoping it would open again quickly and Chan would come back, but that didn’t happen. 

He huffed and stared for a while longer, until he was sure that Chan wouldn’t come back. Hyun jumped off the bed and closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he was standing upright on his two feet. He smiled and looked around, thinking of what he could do in the time Chan was away.

Chan walked into the cafe, taking off his coat as he looked around. He spotted his friends in the corner booth, walking towards them. “Hey guys! Long time no see!” Chan’s friends smiled, the one named Felix getting a bright smile on his face. “Mate! Where have you been? Did you lock yourself into you apartment?” Chan chuckled and sat down, shaking his head. “No, something came up and I needed to spend some time on it." 

His friend Changbin smirked and leaned forward. "Was it a girl?” The boys all curiously looked at Chan, who sighed and shook his head once more. “No it isn’t. Seriously, stop pushing me that way. If you guys are jealous of me because girls like me more than you do, maybe it’s a sign that I’m the superior one here.” Han gasped. “Yah!” The boys laughed and ordered some drinks and a few snacks, happily chatting with eachother. Chan was glad to be with his friends again and relaxed, laughing at their jokes and stories. 

At one point, Felix leaned to Chan as the others talked. “Mate, what was that personal thing?” Felix whispered, looking at his friend with curiosity. Chan glanced at Felix. “I found a cat and.. well.. adopted it.” “You have a cat?!” Felix said a little loudly, the others stopping their conversation and looking at the two. “So you do have a-” Changbin started but Chan immediately shushed him. “No no. I found a cat in an alleyway one night and decided to take it home to treat its wound but.. I got attached and now I have a pet.” Chan smiled akwardly, scratching the back of his neck. “Anyway, it’s not important.” Han smiled. “Can we see him?”

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