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Found Family

Modern AU Melot (Tristan & Isolde) x OFC Nina x Mike (Hellraiser)

summary: Mikey needs some love after meeting his parents

warnings: 18+, minors DNI! Polyamory, non-monogamous bisexual relationship, a little angst, problematic family relationship, talk about dick piercings, double blowjob, Anal (m/m), p-i-v sex, all the fluff Mikey deserves

word count: 5,4k

A/N: This has been in my wip folder for an embarrassingly long time. This was meant to happen before A merry happy birthday (yes, it took me THIS long)

Now it's finally done and I hope you like it ❤

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I heard the music before I even entered the building. And as I recognized the sound of Mike's favorite punk rock band, I knew it was coming from our apartment. Frowning, I opened the door. I found him in the bedroom, sitting cross legged on the floor with his head bent over his sketchbook. His hand ran in angry strokes over the paper, and he didn't even notice me until I brushed my hand over his back. Mike jerked away from my touch and looked at me startled. His eyes were wide, but also puffy and red rimmed.

“Hey, my love, are you okay?” The question was ridiculous, I could see that Mike was farther away from okay than I had ever seen him before. But the music was so loud that he wouldn't have heard anyway. And it didn't matter at all because he turned away from me, pulling his hoodie deep into his eyes.

My heart clenched at the sight of him like this. I got up from my crouched position to turn off the damn music. But as soon as there was the possibility to talk to my boyfriend without shouting, he sprang up and stormed out of the bedroom, slamming the door shut behind him.

“Mike!” I shouted after him. Yet when I got to the door, he had already left the apartment. I froze in my movements, totally baffled by Mikey’s unusual behavior. When I heard the sound of his motorbike, I ran to the window and saw him, pacing off far too fast. By now, tears were running down my face.

When I got back to the bedroom, my eyes fell onto Mike's sketchbook. Where there were usually funny doodles and portraits that Mike loved to draw, I found creepy monsters, dark figures and angry grimaces. What the hell had happened to the guy that always was so upbeat and unworried? He had always been the one who didn’t seem to be troubled by anything in the world. And it hurt that he didn’t want to share with me whatever got him to feel so bad.

I took my phone and called Mel. He had planned to spend the weekend with his family, but I really needed him now.

“Hey, sunshine!” Mel greeted me and in the background I could hear the laughter of Isa and Tristan, which only made me sob more. Mel immediately sensed that something was off when I didn’t speak.

“What’s wrong, Nina?” He sounded alarmed. I took a deep breath, trying to find some words.

“Mike! I think something happened to him. He was crying in the bedroom and when I tried to talk to him, he ran off. He’s on his bike and he’s not okay. And now I really don’t know what to do. I’m so scared.” I almost didn’t recognize my own shaky voice.

Mel cursed. “Fuck! I should have known! Please wait for me, baby, I’m coming home and then we’ll go search for him. Don’t be scared, we’ll find him, okay? Mikey is going to be okay.”

Mel knowing immediately what was up with Mike had me surprised. I had been away only for two nights. But apparently it was long enough that our whole relationship was in chaos and none of my two boyfriends had talked to me about it. It hurt.

“What is it, you should have known? I don’t understand, Mel!” I asked him, perplexed.

Mel sighed. I heard some rustling, and then I heard him talking to Tristan. “I need to get home, Mikey and Nina need me!” Then his voice was louder again, speaking to me: “Mikey wanted to meet his parents. He had decided that he finally wanted to tell them about us. I should have talked him out of it. Or at least go with him. He said it would be okay, but I… I should have known. Sorry!”

Adding to my concern, I felt anger rising in my chest. “You two should have told me. This is something that we should have done together. Mel, how could you leave him alone with this?”

I heard the engine of Mel’s car coming to life and the changed acoustic as Mel had put me on speakers. “I know, Nina. I’m sorry. Mike was insisting that I should go. I didn’t want to come off as patronizing him. He seemed so sure.” As I listened to him, I realized Mel was just as worried and upset as myself. His voice was breaking more than once. I decided now wasn’t the time for accusations. All three of us needed each other.

“It’s okay, Mel. It’s not anybody’s fault. Just drive home safely. I will try to get Mikey to answer his damn phone in the meantime.”

The hour that it took Mel to get back home, I tried my best to find Mikey. His phone was still sending me straight to his mailbox. I left him messages, but I didn’t expect him to listen to them. Calling his friends didn’t help either. No one had seen him.

I was at the edge of a total breakdown when the door opened and Mel was finally home. As soon as he saw me, he rushed forward and took me in his arms. Sobbing uncontrollably, I buried my face in his chest. Being wrapped in his arms took a little of the pressure from my shoulders. Holding him always felt so damn good. Even when I was scared, or maybe even more so because I was scared.

“It’s okay, baby. It’s going to be fine!” Despite trying to calm me, Mel didn’t appear to be exactly in a better state than myself. His eyes were glossy, and his fingers brushed nervously over my back while he was chewing on his lip.

After catching a breath and holding each other tight for a very needed moment, we started discussing possibilities of what to do next.

That was until the ringing of the doorbell interrupted us. My head shot up hopefully, but the realization that Mikey would have used his key hit me only a second later. Mel got up, pressing a kiss on my hair, and opened the door.

“I need to talk to Michael.” The icy voice immediately gave me goosebumps. Mikey’s mom pushed Mel to the side and stepped into the hallway. When she realized I was blocking her way by standing in the door frame to the living room and not giving in when she tried to move around me, she rolled her eyes. “I know this might be unknown to people like you, but it’s rude to block someone from meeting their son.” The ‘like you’ was dripping with disdain. I opened my mouth, but I just didn’t know what to say. I had never been treated rude like that in my life.

To my relief, Mel stepped to my side and wrapped an arm around my shoulder. I admired him for keeping his voice calm and steady. “Mrs. Girardi, Mike isn’t at home. We don’t know where he is right now. The only thing we know is that he was very upset after meeting you and your husband.“

Mike’s mom seemed to be irritated for a brief moment, a hint of concern flashing over her face, before her expression turned back to the stony indifference. “Well, that’s all your fault. Why did you trick Michael into that relationship? Of course, he’s confused. This isn’t healthy. Or normal.“ Her eyes traveled over Mel and me from head to toe. “I really don’t know how you did this. How could he be lured into something like this? Why would he want to be with someone like you? Michael is such an attractive young man. Well, at least he was, until he ruined his skin with that ink. And he is smart. He could be a lawyer, like his father and brother. Have a good wife and kids. Working on the family heritage. But he is such a disappointment. And with you two in his life, we lost our hope to bring him back to reason. How could we explain this situation to friends and business partners? It’s just so humiliating.“

Hearing her talk about Mike in that way broke my heart. Finally, I knew what I had to say to that mean bitch that called herself a mother. “Mikey is a better person than you could ever imagine. He has the biggest heart, and he deserves to be loved exactly the way he is. It’s an utter shame that you don’t realize what a wonderful person your son is. Instead of being ashamed of him, you should be so proud. I am proud to be part of his life. And so is Mel. We love him, and we’ll stay at his side as long as he wants us to be with him. If that is something you can’t accept, it is you who is missing out.“

I was shaking, but I wouldn’t turn my eyes away from Mrs. Girardi. Mel’s grip around my arm tightened as a sign of affirmation, and I was so grateful to be able to lean onto his firm chest.

Mike's mom took in a sharp breath when I had finished my rant. She opened her mouth, and I was already waiting for more hate to come out of it. But instead she snapped it shut, pressing her lips into a thin line, and turned. Her heels clicking on the floor, she stormed off. When she reached the apartment door, she turned her head another time and mustered Mel and me with a cold expression. “You two will be his ruin.” With this, Mrs. Girardi slammed the door shut.

Immediately, Mel pulled me closer into his arms. First I thought he wanted to soothe me, but as my head rested on his chest, and I heard his thundering heart, I realized he needed me to soothe him just as much.

After a minute of silently comforting each other, sharing a few gentle kisses and touches, I pulled away and looked up at Mel. “We need to find him.” Mel nodded and grabbed my helmet and jacket and held them out for me.

“Then let’s go!”

It could have been a nice ride if it weren’t for the circumstances. It was a warm, sunny day. I had my arms wrapped around Mel's waist while he was driving down the ocean road. It reminded me of the first time I had been riding with him, the day I fell in love. But today, the reason for the fluttery feeling in my stomach was entirely different, and not in a pleasant way. I couldn’t think of anything else but Mike. The concern felt like a tight band around my heart.

My tears had stopped falling a while back, but that didn’t mean I was feeling better now. It just meant I was too tired to keep crying. Part of me wanted to get up, get back home and apologize to my girl. I’d been acting like an asshole, leaving her standing in our bedroom without an explanation. But I just couldn’t talk to her at that moment. I needed to be alone. Now I only hoped she would understand. She probably would, she was just the sweetest girl in the world. But that only made me feel worse about hurting her.

My thoughts drifted back to the conversation with my parents. I could still see them, my father looking at me, so blatantly disgusted, my mother shaking her head as if she could argue about how I felt. If it wasn’t that sad, I could almost laugh about it.

This wasn’t anything debatable. I loved them, and no words from my parents could change that. Not that I wanted it to change, ever. Even if it meant losing the last strings attached to my pretentious family.

Maybe it wasn’t that bad at all. They’d been awful to me for years. Ever since I stopped being the perfect son they expected me to be. That person that I never was in the first place. I just hid it well until I turned nineteen. But after I realized I couldn’t be the successful lawyer they wanted me to be, a man who cared more about money and family heritage than about people, everything had changed.

I had to endure so many hours of lectures — Stop being awkward, go back to college, dress properly, get back into circles that fit your social status, yada yada yada. The day I showed up with the first tattoo that couldn’t be hidden underneath my clothes was a highlight. Mother cried for hours about how she couldn't take me to the country club anymore. What a loss.

And yet, even though I didn’t hear anything but criticism whenever I met them, I never managed to cut ties with them. Now it was time to let go. If they couldn’t see me happy, why should I care about them?

Honestly, why was I even sad? Losing them didn't mean much. None of them was anywhere near as important to me as Nina and Mel. These two were the ones that I wanted around me. The ones in my heart. They were all the family I needed in my life.

After a last deep breath, while I was watching the waves crashing onto the shore, I got up. It was time to get back home and take care of the people I love. But as I bent down to grab my helmet, a smile crept over my face. I would always recognize the sound of that engine.

I turned to see Mel parking his bike at the side of the road. Nina practically jumped from her seat and ran towards me. Mel followed close behind. I blinked the new tears away that were forming in the corner of my eyes. Then I finally moved into their direction to close the distance between us.

Two pairs of arms wrapped around me while I couldn’t do anything else but to repeat the same words over and over: “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry!”

The kiss was messy and sloppy, three mouths devouring each other. I tasted the salt of my tears and the sweetness of my two lovers. A hand was tangled in my hair, another pressed against my chest. While I gave in to the demanding pressure of lips and tongues on me, relief rushed through my veins. This kiss was all I needed to see that they weren’t mad at me.

My own hands worked their way into their shirts, desperately searching for the warmth and softness of their skin.

Nina was the first to retreat from our clumsy kiss. With wide eyes, she watched Mel and me as we pressed our lips onto each other one last time. Then I locked my eyes with her, my heart skipping a beat as I took in her vulnerable expression.

“Don't you ever scare me like that again, idiot!” she said, her voice shaky. In contrast to her harsh words, her hand ruffling through my hair felt so sweet and affectionate, I could kiss her all over again.

Instead, I started begging for their forgiveness once more, my words stumbling out of my mouth, but Mel grabbed my chin and turned me to look at him.

“Stop it, Mikey. There's nothing you need to apologize for. If anything, I need to say sorry. I shouldn't have let you go alone. I should have been there for you.”

Mel and I exchanged more apologies and affirmations that the other one didn't need to say sorry, until Nina stepped between us, her hands cupping our jaws.

“Can you both please stop it? I’d rather see your cute asses move to your bikes, so we can finally go home and go back to the kissing part.”

Riding home, I felt strangely lost, and it took me a while until I realized I missed Mikey and Nina, even though we had kissed only minutes ago. The need to feel them weighed heavily on my heart. But I was glad that Nina had decided to ride with Mike. He needed her more than I did right now. I wouldn’t have wanted him to feel alone.

When we entered our apartment, I sent them to the bedroom with a slap on their asses before I made my way to the kitchen. Going through the cabinets, I grabbed snacks for us and put them on a tray. I added three mugs with tea bags, and while I was waiting for the kettle, I took out my phone and typed a message.

The immediate answer put a smile on my face. I put the phone away, filled our mugs and went to join them in the bedroom.

“Hey, I’m surprised the two of you are not yet naked and fucking,” I said with a wide smile on my face. Mike and Nina lay on the huge bed, their limbs tangled. I put the tray onto the nightstand and Mike immediately jumped up to grab some pistachios.

Still chewing, he apologized: “Sorry, I’m bad company today, I think I need more cuddles before we can move on to the X-rated stuff.” The puppy eyes he gave me melted my heart.

I dropped on the bed next to them and brushed a few locks from Mikey’s forehead.

“Don’t start apologizing again. Nina and I don’t care. You can take from us whatever you need. Cuddles, talking, fucking… Whatever you ask for, we’re in.”

Nina looked up from her place on Mikey’s chest with a smile, nodding softly.

Mike let out a small laugh. “Yeah, I’ll take that. Exactly in this order!”

All three of us moved to sit against the headrest, but somehow it just didn’t feel right. We were not close enough. I shook my head. “No, that’s not good.” I exclaimed. “Take off your clothes.”

Mike gave me a raised eyebrow and Nina laughed. “Stop being a horndog, Mel!” she shouted with fake disgust in her voice.

All three of us snickered, but then I explained to them that skin-on-skin contact releases oxytocin and endorphins. That was reason enough for them to spread their clothes all over the floor.

I got rid of my clothes, too and settled against the headrest again. This time, I guided Mike to sit between my thighs and pulled him back to lean on my chest. Nina clung to one of Mike’s thighs like a koala, her head resting on his lap. This was so much better.

My heart clenched when Mike told us about his visit with his parents. He had let them know he was happily in love and they reacted with disgust and hate. I wished I could take the hurt he felt from him. He didn’t deserve any of this. And they undeniably didn’t deserve him.

Mike had stopped talking but his face couldn't hide his pain. I pressed soft kisses on his neck. “You know, family has nothing to do with genes and biology,” I told him. My mind went back to my own experiences. I had never known my biological parents, yet, I was lucky to say I had a wonderful family. And Mike needed to understand that he was part of it, too.

“If they can’t accept who you are, they are not worthy of your love. There are other people who will gladly have you as a part of their life. You are family to Nina and me. And you are family to my mom and my brother. They love you, Mikey!”

Nina wrapped her arms around Mikey’s waist and nodded. “You are also family to my parents, Mike. You know they adore you.”

Mike didn’t answer, but I felt the tension dissolving from his shoulders. Slowly he relaxed against my chest, taking deep breaths.

We sat in comfortable silence for a few more minutes. One of my hands was playing with Mike’s curls, the other resting on his chest. Nina was brushing slow circles over Mike’s legs. Mike sighed deeply. “Thank you.” he whispered. “I love you two so much.”

With time, our hands and mouths started to explore our bodies, lazy touches and kisses. I had my face buried in the crook of Mike’s neck when I heard the sweet giggles of Nina.

“You're definitely moving on from the cuddling and talking part to the fucking part, down there, Mikey!” she laughed and Mike and I both joined in.

“Hey, that's not my fault,” he answered. “How is he supposed to stay soft when you're playing with my piercing constantly?”

More of our laughter filled the room.

Nina shrugged, her head still on Mike’s hip. “I'm sorry, I just love your pierced dick.”

I let out an amused huff. “She really does. My cock is jealous of all the attention yours always gets. Maybe I should get myself a piercing too.” It wasn’t really a joke. I had thought about it a few times already, but I had never mentioned it to Nina or Mike before.

In answer to my words, Mike and Nina both let out some really sexy noises. Mike looked up at me with a wide grin plastered over his face.

“Oh, I wouldn't be opposed to that. I always wanted to know how it feels on the receiving end.”

A picture flashed through my head: My dick, a metal bar in it, and Mikey’s and Nina’s beautiful faces and mouths in front of it. Damn!

“Hey, Mel, did your cock just twitch in fear or anticipation?” Mikey asked, mischief in his eyes as he watched me.

“Probably both!” I answered honestly, and we all fell back into laughter.

Nina’s fingers running up and down my length and Mel’s hardening dick pressing against my lower back did wonders to help me forget. Mel’s hand sneaked up to my neck and, with just enough authority to make me all horny, he turned my face to meet his. His mouth pressed hard against me, his tongue sliding over the seam of my lips, asking for entry. I opened my mouth for him, and Mel instantly devoured me. I let him swallow my surprised gasp when Nina’s tongue brushed over the tip of my throbbing cock.

“Damn, peanuts, you really know how to cheer me up!”

It was a fault to let go of Mel’s mouth, I thought for a second, because my sweet boy took this chance and wriggled free from under me. But then he moved to sit on his heels next to Nina, bending down, his tongue darting out to tease me. Yeah, I judged too quickly, I wasn’t mad anymore about him moving.

Goddamn, I was a mess, swearing and moaning, watching Mel and Nina make out, my dick right in the middle. That was the best kiss I ever got, and my mouth wasn’t even taking part. But who was I to complain? I closed my eyes, let my head fall back, and focused on the incredible feeling of the two wet, warm mouths on me.

“I really can’t blame you,” I heard Mel’s deep voice saying. “This dick is seriously so damn pretty.” They were giggling. Giggling! With my dick right in front of their faces.

“It really is. It’s unfair. How can he have such a terribly handsome face and a cock so beautiful it’s almost a shame to sit on it and hide it?”

I barked out a laugh at Nina’s remark. At the same time this weird praise sent a warm feeling through my chest. Their lips and tongues went back to nip and suck on me. I was getting close, my breath coming in hitches, but it was just never enough to get me over the edge. I needed more. More of their warm bodies pressed against me. More of their own pleasure. More of them.

“I need to feel you both! Please!” I sounded desperate, but I didn’t care. I didn’t have to hide my needs from them. The realization hit me like a truck. This is where I belonged, where I could be myself and wouldn’t be judged. Whenever I was in their arms, I was home.

“Come here!” Mel was kneeling at the edge of the bed, his thighs spread wide. Before I could even move an inch, his hands wrapped around my legs, and he pulled me down to him. Teasingly slow, his hands brushed along my thighs until they were resting on my knees. Mel pressed them down, opening me wide to him. Nina came back into my view, handing over a bottle of lube to Mel.

“Thank you, babe!” Mel and Nina shared a fierce kiss, Mel’s teeth pulling on her bottom lip when she pulled back again. My heart was racing in my chest in anticipation as I watched them spreading lube over their fingers and Mel’s dick. Another squeeze of the cool liquid ran down my ass crack, and Nina’s fingers guided it into the tight ring of muscle. Then I felt the pad of her finger slowly working me open.

It didn’t take long for her to find the spot that made me lose control. I was moaning, desperately squirming as I tried to fuck myself on her hand. I looked down and saw Mel fisting his cock as he watched us. How could I not totally lose my mind when they played me like this? Nina took pity on me and added a second digit, but it still wasn’t enough.

“Please, I’m ready to take you, Mel. And I need you to take me!” I cupped Nina’s cheek with my hand, looking pleadingly into her eyes. Nina’s fingers slipped out of me, and I winced at the loss.

But it was only seconds until I felt the tip of Mel’s cock pressing against my ass, and I sighed in relief. In the torturous way that Mel enjoyed so much, he leisurely eased into me. He stilled completely when he was buried to the hilt. I was just a second from crying out my frustration when Nina threw a leg over my torso and sat right down onto my dick.

“Fuck!”

She was so soft and tight and warm around my cock. And damn, Nina wasn’t holding back. She fucked me fast and hard.

“Here I was thinking we’re going to make tender love!” Mel snort-laughed, and I swear I felt his dick twitch inside me. He looked at me with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“You just wanted to make me go insane,” I told him, mirroring the teasing expression. “But I need you to go rogue with me. Fuck me into next week! Or better next month!”

That didn’t need an answer. At least not a verbal one. Mel’s grip on my thighs became more rigid. His hips slammed into me forcefully, and I moaned with every of his brutal thrusts.

Nina bent forward, and her gorgeous tits bounced straight into my face. This must be heaven. I felt I was getting close. But I didn’t want to go there just yet. I needed more of this. I tried to count backwards from 100, but Mel rutting into me with every number I came up with wasn’t helping. Fuck it, I was lost. I planted my feet on the bed and started to pound up into Nina, crashing into Mel with every back stroke. If I go down, I go down with flying colors.

Nina was getting close, too, I felt it. My hand moved to where we were joined, my fingers rubbing over her swollen nub. Yeah that will do the trick. Her mouth fell open, and she was making all those sweet noises that make me so horny. She started to pulse around my dick. Here we go! A few more strokes and then Nina came all over my cock, and she pulled me right with her. I think I cried out some words while I exploded in her, but don’t ask me what it was. My brain is not working right now. There's just this fluffy, warm feeling rushing through my body.

Nina crashed into my chest and her mouth found mine. Nothing better than some post coital kissing.

Mel was bending down, too, to take part in this mid-fuck cuddling. The new angle felt heavenly. I just came, but damn if I didn’t want to keep going with whatever Mel was doing to me here. But it didn’t take him long and he was a goner, too. He pulled out of me and came all over my stomach and Nina’s ass. Panting, he lay down onto my other side and made me the happiest man on earth, thoroughly fucked, one perfect human being in each arm.

A long make-out session later, Nina locked her eyes with me.

“Are you okay?”

I smiled like the idiot I am. “The perfect amount of sticky, sweaty and happy!”

Mel pressed a kiss on my cheek. “That’s what we were going for!” I shut my eyes, took a deep breath, and embraced the content sleepiness that took me over.

The sound of the doorbell woke me from a very nice dream, one of the kind where you’re naked and not freaking out.

Mel tapped me on my shoulder. “This is for you,” he said. I frowned, trying to make it make sense. I searched my brain for possible appointments I could have forgotten and came up blank. What doesn’t mean that there isn’t one, I’m really great at forgetting shit. I leaned up on my elbows and shouted as loud as I could: “One moment! Be right there!”

But with one glance at me, Mel shook his head. “Nah, you go take a shower first. I’m not letting her see you like this.” Yeah, now I was even more confused, but he wasn’t wrong. I was in no state to welcome any guest.

Mel pressed a kiss on my cheek, another one on Nina, who was mumbling unintelligible words into the covers next to me. The semi I was sporting grew a little firmer as I watched Mel grabbing some boxers and a shirt. Yeah, time for a shower! A cold one!

I felt a lot more awake when I emerged from the bathroom ten minutes later. The smell of coffee was wafting through the air, luring me into the kitchen. I was still clueless who was at the door for me that early in the morning. Well, at least I guess it’s early, I hadn’t checked, to be honest.

I let out a surprised huff when I saw Catherine sitting at the table. A warm smile formed on my face and I rushed forwards to give her the big hug she deserved. I love Mel’s mom, She’s a queen!

As I pulled back, I changed my face to the apologizing frown everyone around me knew too well. “What did I miss? Sorry, I forgot!”

But Catherine’s smile only widened as she shook her head. “No, darling. You didn’t forget anything. This is a little surprise visit. I thought about taking you out for breakfast.”

I turned my head to Mel and Nina, who were busy with eggs and pans. “Yay, peanuts, put that stuff back into the fridge, we’re going out.”

I took the last sip from my milkshake that had just the perfect disgusting amount of sugar I needed to get through this morning. I had talked about my dysfunctional family for twenty minutes straight, but Catherine didn’t look like she minded. Her eyes never left mine, and she gifted me with more of her warm smiles.

All three of them answered with a laugh. Catherine put her perfectly manicured hand on my shoulder. “No, sweetheart. I want to spend some time just with you.”

“Oh honey! I can’t believe how ignorant they all are.” There was so much empathy in her eyes as she talked to me. “I need you to understand that all this has absolutely nothing to do with you and everything with them. It is not your fault. You are the most precious, compassionate soul. I am so glad that Mel found you. It’s a gift that I get to have you as part of my family. There’s enough love in me for another son, and I’m happy to share it with you.”

I wasn’t embarrassed about the tears that rolled down my cheeks, here in the middle of a coffee shop. It’s not like I could have held them back anyway.

“Thank you, Catherine!” My voice was breaking. “This means a lot to me.”

“You can call me mom, you know. If you want to, of course.”

Another sob escaped me.

“I’d love to. Thank you, mom!”

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@elegysonnet

I don't know anything about Geno so he's not currently in the AU. But if I gathered enough info maybe I could add him somehow. Like I did with Rosalina! :00

As for the Error Sans thing, I'm actually not personally a fan of all the crazy Sans AUs. Error Sans, Ink Sans, Dream Sans, Nightmare Sans, Fresh Sans, Geno Sans, Horror Sansss,,, uhg, I'm personally not a fan. So none of these world destroying Sans or other similar individuals exist in my Multiverse. So my squad doesn't have to worry about them <XD

My redesign plans for Kinger was just to give him a fluffier coat basically XD And I didn't have anything in mind for Jax..

Also thank you! :DD

@deadspooderman (I blocked out the art, I don't wanna be a reposter!)

I think I've watched a few episodes before but I don't remember them..

Although I can see myself liking that Sensei character. XD What's his name.. Sensei Wu..?

Thank you, I hope the same for you! :DD

As for Jevil, the poor guy's currently still awake at like 2 AM to keep the groups fire going.. :(

GASSPPP.. THEY CELEBRATE HIS BIRTHDAY??? RUNNING TO NETFLIX RN-

@milk-powrit

Right now the main difference that I made up is that Undertale humans are significantly more powerful than Deltarune Humans.

DR Humans and Monsters are the same in terms of strength. For example, Kris and Susie's soul are of the same value and strength. Because they're both Lighteners. They're one in the same.

Meanwhile in Undertale, Humans and Monsters are very different creatures. Determined UT Humans, even determined children have the power to rewrite time. Meanwhile I headcannond that DR humans, even if they had determination.. cannot rewrite time like Frisk can.

All of this is completely made up and doesn't really align with the games, I'm aware- its just some fun XDD

@octonauts16

Becuase I haven't felt like it XD

THANK YOU!!! :DDDD I'M GLAD YOU LIKE WHAT YOU SEE! :DDD

@beryl-shade

I feel like canon Seam definitely does. But my Seam and Jevil don't have stuffing. The two of them are very much organic creatures with flesh and blood.

Spamton is fleshy too kind'a.. Spamton is a living creature but maybe less fleshy and more... bone..y...?? They're all strange XDD

Thank you! I don't intend on drawing anything new for my Kirby AU.. but who knows, maybe I will someday? Or heck maybe if I can remember to, I could dig around for some of the doodles I already made for it? :0

Also its not a FNAF comic that I'm working on.. but thank you anyway! <XD

He's meant to sound like a pirate, soooo yesn't? <XD Also thank you!

Ah, that's my bad. I've unblocked her. But take note! Part of the reason why I probably blocked that person was also due to a lack of posts. You're on Tumblr man, you gotta reblog stuff!

Ah don't worry, I'm likely to get back around to Octonauts sometime soon :}}

Upon Googling them I think I recognize them! I like the green one XDD

WAIT!! WHAT IF THEY'RE LACTOSE INTOLERANT???

@2006-stupid-thatsme

oooo that's a good question.. uhhhhh.... currently? I'd say maybe its the FNAF AU I've got going on :000

By father I assume you mean Natquik? If so, Barnacles was never angry or resentful towards him. My version of Barnacles thought Natquik was dead, because he disappeared many years ago and no one had any idea where he went..

Barnacles was rather grief stricken over Natquik. He wondered for years what happened to his old mentor and friend..

When it turned out he was alive, and had just been stranded in the Antarctic all these years? It was heartbreaking. Barnacles was so happy to see him alive but also so saddened by the situation he had been in for so long.. Barnacles immediately set to have the Gup-I repaired and a solid radio connection between it and the Octopod to be established.

Later on when he formed the Octo-agents. I headcannond that the very first person Barnacles went to recruit was Natquik. Telling him all the benefits of being an Octo-Agent. And he would say things like "If something ever happens to you out here, we have the funds and the means to be out here in less than an hour. If you're ever hurt o-or sick? We can be here. We can help you. You'd never be alone again.."

Natquik took the offer partially because Barnacles would clearly be more at ease if he did. But also to have a secure connection to the outside world? And if that connection is ever lost, a team of capable individuals will immediately go and search for him? It was just too good to pass up.

@djadecutie

When I get back around to the comics it will be just like it was before. A comic probably split into 2-4 parts and uploaded when ever I'm able to finish them. 🤷‍♂️

Also thank you! :DD

@crimson-thinker

What's Foxy's grief stereotype/virus method? I'm not quite sure I understand the question so forgive me if I give the wrong answer.. But I'm thinking that means "what is Foxy's mental situation in the swap AU?" If that's the case, his mental state can be described in 1 sentence. "He refuses to move on."

Partial Swap Foxy was deeply effected by the loss of Freddy and Chica. So much so that he kind'a acts like.. they're still around.?

The other animatronics have cut out anything Freddy/Chica related in their lives. But for Foxy, the act of removing/avoiding everything Freddy/Chica related just makes the grief more painful. To him it feels like he's discarding their memory. Like doing that is saying they didn't matter or shouldn't be remembered. It just makes them feel more dead..

Foxy is the only animatronic that will go back to that old show stage. Sometimes in his darkest times he will talk to the stage. As if Freddy and Chica are still standing on it and can hear him..

When talking to Gregory, he is similar to Freddy. Acting all chipper and like nothing is wrong. Though if Freddy and Chica are mentioned.. he wouldn't avoid the subject like Freddy would. He would talk about them, even if it rips him up from the inside. He would answer all of Gregory's questions about them and tell him stories. Even if it brought him to tears and their memory was almost too painful to bear. Foxy refuses to let go of the past. And despite how painful it is, he keeps dragging the past around with him like a dead weight. Freddy does the same thing but as he drags the past around he refuses to look at it. If.. If that makes sense--

Basically- Freddy and Foxy are both stuck in the past. But Freddy refuses to acknowledge that he is. And Foxy openly acknowledges it, even if it kills him inside..

(Also note: The main obstacle that Foxy would pose to little Vanessa is that Foxy is faster than Bonnie. And as a Glamrock, Foxy is pretty tough. So if he finds out that Bonnie is hiding a child in his stomach hatch? Well.. he might just have the means necessary to catch Bonnie and rip her out.. :x )

For the second question! Partial swap Freddy is more openly miserable than Classic Bonnie, yes.. But he doesn't miss the singing and the spot light. He misses his friends and making kids happy.

Seeing how sad all his friends are.. seeing how messed up Foxy is.. how defeated Bonnie is.. that's what depresses him. That's what makes him cry..

Thank you! I'm so glad you like him! :DDD

I imagined that Freddy just threw the old clothes away. They were really dirty and torn and Gregory didn't care about them.

He probably took some trash out of a bin, put the clothes in and then put the trash on top. Effectively burying the clothes so that no one would see it.

AAA THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! :DDDD✨💜💖✨

@ocinstituterep

1: ReBLOGS, are allowed. RePOSTS, are NOT allowed. 👌

2: My Glamrock Freddy is probably pretty depressed :( and his depression has had years to develop and get slowly worse. 7-10 on the depressing scale.

But partial swap Freddy? His life just came crashing down. So he may also be depressed now, but he hasn't had any time to really develop it. Probablyyyy a 4-10?

@dragon-fly34

I'm glad you like my AU! But sorry! I don't take requests and I don't personally support that ship.. <:/

#my response #fnaf security breach #octonauts above and beyond spoilers #octonauts #deltarune #undertale

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fruitsoxs · 1 year

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Hi I was wondering if I can request a very fluffy soulmate au (I'm really a sucker for theses cheesy aus honestly) with Vash and a artist reader?

Context on the soulmate au it's like if you write on you skin it'll show up on the other person kind of deal.

Thank you and hope you have a good day ^^🌻

ah cute. i love stuff like this. here's some headcanons!

pairing; vahs x (GN)reader warnings; none! notes; this is kind of 98 Vash coded, but i left it open! also wrote this with a modern au in mind but it can be read either way

When he first sees the doodles, it’s a bit of a shock.

For the longest of times Vash was so sure he didn’t have a soulmate. He had lived his entire life without getting a single mark, only hearing stories of others who have.

So. when he sees those little clouds appear on his arm, he can barely speak. He just watches as they get more detailed. He can’t help but wonder who could be creating such a picture, and his heart beats a little faster.

He reaches for a pen instinctively, but pauses before the ink can touch his skin.

What should he say? He’s known people who talked through their skin. Gathering information to find out who the other is.

Should he say hi? Should he draw? No, he can’t draw like that. Anything he added would just ruin the picture forming on his arm. Instead he lets the pen drop, and watches as the drawing comes to life.

He likes to wear his soulmate's doodles. He know she can wash them off after they appear on his skin, but he thinks they’re much too beautiful to scrub away. Plus he gets a kick out of showing off the pictures to anyone who looks his way

He notices that his soulmate is rather forgetful too. They often leave little notes on their arms reminding them to pick up food, or to do certain chores. He thinks these little notes are cute and he often stares at them for hours after they appear

He also notices that you like to draw portraits of people around you. They’re rather cute. He should wash them away, but he likes the art you create. It’s like he’s being supportive of your work.

He still doesn’t write back, despite having every opportunity to.

Not until you write him a direct message that makes him stop in his tracks. On his hand, in little letters, forms “Are you there?”. When he sees the words his entire world flips.

You’ve probably been worried this entire time over whether you have a soulmate of your own. Doodling to gain his attention, and getting nothing in return.

He immediately starts searching for a pen in his pockets, finding nothing. Suddenly panicking, he darts around the street asking everyone in sight if they have a pen. When someone finally does give him one, he immediately draws a little heart next to your question

He’s still not sure what to say, but a little doodle is enough for you. You respond back with a heart of your own.

After that the two of you speak in mostly doodles. His are wonky, and messy. He thinks it’s a little silly to look at his art compared to yours.

Eventually he starts using words. Simple things at first. “Good mornings.” and “sleep wells.”

This turns into small conversations, and he soon realizes why the universe paired him up with you. He starts falling in love with you

And then one day he sees himself on his hand

He’s sitting in a random café, eating some delicious treats. He notices the start of one of your drawings, and immediately pulls out his hands to watch the lines appear. He almost spits out his food when he sees the familiar spikey hair. His head swivels around as he searches the café for anyone

He sees you sitting in the corner, sipping on some form of drink. The only reason he knows it has to be you, is because you keep glancing over at him before looking back at your hand

He isn’t sure what to do at first

Then he gets this idea

He pulls out his own pen and starts sketching you. He notices your drawing has stopped. You must be watching what he’s doodling.

When he’s done he leans back proudly and looks over to see your reaction. He frowns when you don’t immediately jump up and look for him.

Then he sees what you write back

“Is that a dog?”

He can’t believe his cute idea was ruined by his terrible artistic skills.

He sighs and stands up making his way over to you. He lifts up his hand to show off the matching marks and says “it was supposed to be you.”

You look at his hand, then at him.

Then the two of you smile at each other.

#vash x reader #vash the stampede x reader #vashheadcanons #request

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hydrxnessa · 9 months

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woooo christmas oc art done !!!

(i respect artfight artists who are able to do mass attacks with like more than 20 characters. goodness gracious. how do they do it.)

anyways !!! the year of 2023 draws to an end. and honestly i'm quite happy with this year! broke through 1k followers on both instagram and tumblr, 600 on twt (i still hate that site), so thank you so much !!

anyways incoming cheesy message

i didn't really expect much from this year starting from january. i was in the tmnt fandom but i wasn't really interacting w it much because .. god that place is a toxic cesspool. i never really interact with fandoms much anyway, just draw one piece of fanart and enjoy the franchises from a Very safe distance away. but you can't really gain friends from just lurking in fandom spaces, so usually i felt pretty lonely. but thats how its been for me for a while.

that is, until february rolled around. i already knew of the game Doors since it got released - i played it through multiple times with friends and that was kinda it. just another roblox horror game quickie. then, i believe it was melly's animations that somehow dragged me into the fandom? that and also there was an uprise in doors content because of the hotel+ update. and there i saw the rooms creatures, in which i was like Oh My Godf i NEED to draw A-120, they are soso silly. they are so squiggle. (ambush was also my bbgirl<3). i NEED to make my own designs for them

aaaand uuh yeah that basically kickstarted my doors phase. i began to start my own AU of doors senVerse, and people loved it. people on here were so kind and welcoming, saying that they loved my designs and were also inspired by me? like woah, usually i'm the one getting inspired from others. people were getting inspiration from me?? heck, even looked up to me? that's crazy, i would've NEVER thought i'd get here ngl. explain this year to last year me and she would've NEVER believed you. and that gave me motivation to continue my doors doodles.

i gained a lot of moots n friends from this fandom. and i MEAN a lot. heck i even made the decision to make a discord server and ohmygodf i do NOT regret that decision. i met and made cool friends and got closer to peeps on there, thanks for sticking around i love u guys<33

whether or not you followed me for doors content, stray, tmnt, heck even oc content, thank you so much for being here. thank you for liking, reblogging, commenting, or even sending me asks on my blog! i can't express my gratitude and appreciation enough in words. you've all helped me get through this year, so thankthankthank you, i love u all/p !!!!

i hope you're all having a wonderful holiday season as we come close to this year's end; merry christmas and have an amazing new year soon !!!

here's to a new year !! mwah !!!

-ness :3

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ecto-hazard · 3 months

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hey are you gonna continue the dehumanization au?

i probably wont draw a lot of hfjone stuff any time soon. i still like hfjone and think its an amazing show, but im just *currently* interested in other stuff (tf2 mainly, sorry for that)

but also like the au isn't like "discontinued" jsut cause i dont draw it that much anymore. it was just like an idea i had and doodled sometimes. if you want more of it, you can be the guy who makes more of it. or anyone else here can too. like its not just mine and i never really intended for it to be. i get how it might feel different if its not coming from the "official" source, but it doesnt have to feel that way. the hfjone community has made some really amazing stuff based on the au, and i find it just as important as anything i made, if not more so.

so yeah, sorry if thats disappointing to hear cause i know the mass majority of people are here for that. i hope you like the other stuff i work on from time to time. stick around if you're up to try any non-hfjone flavored body horror and existential dread though because hopefully ill get brave enough to get more indulgent in my posts

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itshirohi · 3 months

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𝕀𝕟𝕗𝕠 ℙ𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖!

Long overdue but... hey, here it is! Anyway, here I'm going to list my socials, specific tags to help navigate the blog and other useful crap like that :> 𝐅𝐮𝐧 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐭: 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐲 𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐨𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐲 𝐦𝐞 :>

𝔸𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥:

● ʜɪʀᴏ / any pronoun works, I really don't care. ● Pixel & Digital artist (hobbyist). Making pixel art since 2020 and digital since 2023 ✌(long traditional art background though). ● I tend to hyperfixate on a LOT of things, sometimes at once so please bear with me lol. ● Main hyperfixations and fandoms I'm participating heavily in: Kengan/FOTS, Baki and DMC . ● I also love Bleach, Dragon Ball, OPM and JJBA. ● I have a *lot* of OCs so expect to see some content of that too I suppose. ● These days mainly focusing on fanarts and my current favorite fandoms. ● Probably won't reply to a "hi" message. Please, please PLEASE tell me your reason for reaching out to me in your first message or my brain WILL automatically mark you as a potential bot/spam/scam </3 ● I accept doodle request and asks! Depending on how well I feel at the moment you might even get a fully rendered drawing O_O ● Sometimes I take breaks from posting/ socials in general. It's usually because of health issues. If you leave something in my inbox or chat, I'll get to you whenever I feel well enough to do so! ^_^

𝕋𝕒𝕘𝕤:

(Note: some older posts might not be tagged with these, sorry for that @_@) ● # Hiro's art - all my art posts. ● #Hiro's OCs - all my OC info and art. ● # Hiro's doodle asks - the drawings made for YOUR doodle asks! (open pretty much all the time, but it might take me some time to get to making them- I'm so sorry lol). ● # Hiro's rambles - any non-art related stuff, updates, etc. ● # Hiro's Kengan edits - this where you'll find my Kengan Ashura/Omega manga edits/animations. More coming soon! ● # AU! The Devil Weeps in the West - my DMC cowboy AU. I haven't forgotten about it, just don't really have as much time as I'd like to focus on it. More content (hopefully) coming soon!

𝕄𝕪 𝕤𝕠𝕔𝕚𝕒𝕝𝕤:

● Tumblr - (main) you're here! :D ● Twitter - (pretty much abandoned) ● Instagram - (also kinda abandoned) ● Pixilart - (pretty active) ● My commissions - idk why you'd want that, but here you are. Keep in mind I haven't done commissions in ages and might be rusty lol

𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔼𝕟𝕕!

Phew... This one's a long one. I hope I covered all the most important things. Aaaanyways... Congrats in getting to the end, you're a real superstar! ✮⋆˙ As a reward, grab this super rare, shiny variant of Eugene!

#masterpost #Hiro's OCs #Hiro's doodle asks #Hiro's rambles #Hiro's art #Hiro's Kengan edits #AU! The Devil Weeps in the West

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hellcifrogs · 2 years

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Hellcifrogs F.A.Q.

I decided it was about time to make this and just say a few important things.

- About me

Hello, this is Rei (I've been called Hellcifrogs, Hellci, Rei, Ray, Ffreire, Frogs, and I accept all of these.). I'm 27 and my pronouns are they/them (I don't really mind he/she's)

I am Brazilian, but I prefer to keep the blog in english. Bem vindos~

- About NaruFox

So I recently I got back into my teen obsession: Naruto. I took the chance to read the manga again with new eyes, and started doodling many fix it ideas until one day Naruto came out with fox ears and all this AU came to life.

Right now (as I post the end of the chunin exams) I have all the way to the Pein Arc planned. I also know how I want to end the AU already. Drawing it all is what will take time. (June edit: I've finished planning it and I'm about to start post shippuden soon!)

If you've read what I have out, by now you realize I change a lot of things and as the story goes forward there'll be more and more changes. A big one is: There won't be the war arc in NaruFox. If you want to know how I'll include something from this part in the AU, I probably won't.

- About Ships

I plan to have NO ships in the NaruFox. Not even my personal favorites. Yes, because I’m too old for ship wars, but mostly because that’s just not my focus for the AU. I am totally fine with you tagging the posts you find cute as the ships you like and see, but officially there won't be any romance.

Naruto ships that felt canon to me: SasuNaru, InoSaku, KakaGai, ShikaTema.

My personal favorite ships: InoSaku and KarinSaku, NaruHina and SasuNaru, Sasusai and SasuKarin, KakaGai, TemaTen and GaaLee. There are probably more, if I find it cute enough I'll ship it.

- About Boruto

Please don't. I will not answer anything related to it, since I have no interest or knowledge about it.

- Finally...

This is my secondary blog so I can’t comment on posts with this account. I see your comments and I would love to answer them all, but tumblr just won’t let me. Do come ask me if you have anything specific you want to know.

Don't be afraid to reblog my posts even if you think you don't have anything to add or comment, I'll be happy with just you tagging that you found it funny or dumb or you laughed or I misspelled something.

I believe this is all for now. I hope you found your answers here, if not just ask.

#FAQ #about me #hellcifrogs FAQ

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deltadescent · 11 months

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Well now I GOTTA know the lore and story of the angel/devil au

OOUUGHH IT WAS ALL ON THE DISCORD THERES TOO MUCH....

theres lore based on the 3 choirs of angels, how angels can fall, world building lore, etc. etc. etc.

GENERALLY with gar and tilly and minnows lore i mean...

TO PREFACE; Pretty much all of the characters are the same ages they are in the canon timeline.

Gar was a guardian angel (lowest rank of angel, dropped from his previous ranks) assigned to Tilly- who is a normal mortal. Minnow is a demon who just kind of happens to like messing around with angels and their jobs- so upon seeing Gar following Tilly around- they started to hang out around the two of them. Gar and Minnow argued a lot considering Gar tried to give Tilly good advice, and Minnow always tried to push her to do something bad.

Long story short, they get closer overtime, and Gar falls for them...

- THERES ALSO THE MATTER OF THE KIDS -

They died in the street the day Gar was SUPPOSED to find them in the canon timeline. Because they died so young, they were given a chance to become angels if another angel was to mentor them. Gar chose to mentor them- or raise them, really.

-- BACK TO THE OTHER BIT --

Gar eventually falls from heaven after he gives Tilly and Minnow a kiss- something he isn't supposed to do in the slightest.

To note; in this AU, his officer is a higher-ranking angel, who took his eye in this version of the story, when Gar was demoted from his previous rank. (NOTE: Eyes are seen as the gateway to the soul; in lore, if you look an angel in the eyes, you are said to go blind because of the purity... Taking Gar's eye was a way of saying he'd lost some part of his purity)

... This same officer later tore of 2 sets of Gar's wings (he had 3 originally!) when Gar became a fallen angel after kissing Minnow & Tilly. His halo shatters, and with it, his immortality goes... He becomes a mortal- with hidden wings.

Those wings are only visible to:

- Other angels OR fallen angels

- Demons

- People who knew him as an angel

- People he specifically chooses to show them to.

His kids- Hope and Whimsy- later fall as well in search of him, and find him at Tilly's apartment, where he went in refuge...

Cue Tilly and Minnow showing Gar how to be mortal (Reminding him to eat/drink since he couldn't do that as an angel, making sure he has clothes that actually fit the era, getting him a job, etc.) ALL WHILE Tilly tries to figure out a new place to live so she can fit her, her two partners, and two kids.

LATER... Tilly, Minnow, and Gar end up choosing to have an additional child, Miracle- though that's a bit further down the road. I will post doodles related to that soon actually.

THERE'S WAY MORE BUT THATS ALL IN THE DISCORD SERVER AND I DONT HAVE ENOUGH TIME TO BACK TYPE ALL THAT SO TAKE THIS.

#ask #how to destroy a 711 wiki #stormy weather splatoon #technically.

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scrip-doodles · 2 years

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Buddy Daddies- The meeting

Here it is! My one-shot about my Buddy Daddies AU!! I prepared some doodles of Nightmare’s dress and Error’s suit! I’ll post the finished drawing when I’ll finish them.

Have a nice reading!!

Nightmare was already playing his plan in his head for the third time. Today was Gaster’s, the nation's first minister, birthday party. He and Error got commissioned to kill him, it needed to look like a murder but they couldn’t draw attention like Error liked to do. Nightmare’s partner really deserved the nickname of “The destroyer”.

Speaking of the devil, the black-boned skeleton was still watching Undernovela for what Nightmare believed to be the fourth hour.

“Still playing the plan in your head? How many times did you do this? Five?” Error said not even looking at his partner.

“Three. But that’s not the point! What are you doing on the couch?! You need to get ready!”

Error groaned and whined at his boyfriend. He had no envy to go to that fancy party or to see any of those snooty people.

Nightmare prepared a cover for them. Tonight they will be a rich couple attending the party on the behalf of an old family. Nightmare prepared fake invitations so he forced the glitch to put a suit on and come with him. Urgh…

“I don’t wanna go! Why do I have to socialize with those abominations?!”

Nightmare sighed with his new lilac dress in his hands. If he hated this mission so much, why did he choose it? Sometimes Error was impossible to understand.

“Because the job you chose asks for discretion. So go put this damn suit on before we end up late.”

The destroyer groaned again but actually shut the TV down and went to the bathroom to get ready. Nightmare did the same in his room.

When his partner came back with a pissed expression and in the clothes, Nightmare chose for him, the skeleton in the dress smiled.

“It suits you well.”

The dark blue clothing accentuated Error’s blue pattern under his eyes and the blue strings the destroyer added to the tie were a really good touch.

“Well…The dress looks good on you too…” The black-boned skeleton added, a little blushing at his partner’s comment.

The assassin smiled and thanked him. It was true that the lilac dress looked nice on him. It matched his eye lights colors and it accentuated the silver aspect his bones could have with the moonlight.

“Well if you’re ready then let’s go.”

Error suddenly got a predatory smile on his face.

“I can’t wait to see you go to an apeshit.” The destroyer said while Nightmare smiled more. He couldn’t wait either.

******

“Cross I’m hungry…” Horror whined in the arms of his older brother.

Cross hugged the three-year-old skeleton against his chest while Killer started searching for a fruit or anything that could ease the hunger of his younger brother.

“Me too Killer…” Dust said with a sleepy voice, rubbing his eye sockets as tired as he was.

“How about bananas?!” Killer exclaimed with a forced smile.

Their provisions’ reserves were getting low and soon they wouldn’t have anything left. A look from Cross made Killer realize how hard it was going to be if they didn’t find their dad quickly.

The orphanage where they were staying had always been poor but a week ago the manager told them to go away, back to their father that lived in a big city. Apparently, they didn’t have enough money to keep all of them. Killer seriously doubted that, he saw the teachers and manager drinking wine countless times. They weren’t that poor, they just didn’t want them anymore.

Such a stupid idea. Whoever told two four-year-olds to leave their home with two-three years old?! Chased away for money, the boys had no choice but to take the train to the city of their father. Killer hoped he was a kind man while Cross only wanted safety for them.

“Here, do you want me to peel it for you?”

Horror and Dust nodded and gave their meals to their older brothers. Cross helped Horror to eat because he was making a mess and they were short of tissues too.

“Ticket control!” The controller that suddenly entered their wagon exclaimed.

Killer groaned while Cross put Horror on the bench to talk to the adult in front of him. He was like a giant, at least three times his length.

“Our dad isn’t here for the moment but he’ll come back. It’s him who has the tickets.”

Dust put a piece of banana in KIller’s mouth before he shouted at the controller. He was well known to argue with adults especially when they were against him. Killer never admitted it when he was wrong and it didn’t always end well for them.

“I see! Well, tell him to go to me when he comes back, okay boys?” The controller said with a big smile.

“Of course! Don’t worry sir!” Cross exclaimed while the controller left their wagon.

Once the adult was out Cross hurried to pull four empty bottles out of his bag.

“I’ll go fetch some water, you guys stay here. We’ll get out at the next station.”

Killer nodded and started packing everything. Blankets, toys, food, everything went back into Killer and Cross’s bags. Dust got up while Horror was putting his coat back.

“Killer, can you help me with the buttons?”

Killer grimaced when Horror asked that, Dust didn’t ask for it too but his face meant it. The older skeleton looked at the coat with a weird expression, he didn’t know how to button up a coat.

Luckily for him, Cross came back pretty quickly and he knew how to button up a coat or a shirt.

“Crossy help! It’s not a zip I can’t close it…”

Cross hurried toward his brothers and helped them before turning to Killer. He was the only one to have a jacket with a zip so he had no problem getting ready.

Horror came to his brothers’ sides and put hats on their heads. They didn’t bother with scarves since none of them knew how to put them right.

“Alright let’s go. Be careful, we need to avoid the controller.” Cross said when the train suddenly stopped.

The four little kids tried to be as silent and discreet as ninjas, Killer even mimicked one to make his brothers laugh. With no controller in sight, they ran out of the train as fast as they could. When they finally stopped running they were in a crowded street with a lot of shops.

“Finally! We’re here! It’s dad city guys!” Killer exclaimed to his overjoyed brothers.

They traveled by train for a week to get here. Now they only needed to find their dad's hotel. The manager of the orphanage told them they would find him in Sorey’s hotel because he had a birthday party. Before they left the manager told them the name of the city and gave them their little bags.

“Let’s go see dad! I wanna meet him!” Dust exclaimed in a small voice.

Killer and Cross nodded before taking their younger brothers’ hands to go to the hotel. They were all so impatient to meet him!

******

Nightmare was drinking some champagne waiting for the right time when he’ll be able to pick up his order. A deadly poison for the first minister. Since the mission was supposed to be discreet he couldn’t just destroy everything with Error. For his partner's misery, they were going to be more cunning than violent.

A small yet bright light came into the assassin's eye sockets. Finally the signal he’s been waiting for an hour now! Error was right he needed to change his supplier.

Nonchalantly Nightmare went to the corridor where he was supposed to meet Fresh, his drugs and poison supplier.

“You’re late. Again.” He said with a cold voice and his cyan eye focused on the skeleton in front of him.

When he was on a mission and needed to do some transaction with the mafia or other murderers, Nightmare took the habit to revert to another form. It helped him keep his identity a secret from the police and all kinds of dangerous people.

So right now he had a dark goop covering his body, a cyan eye, and four tentacles in his back. His ecto also took the cyan color of his eye light.

“Sorry Brah! They refused to let me in! Can you believe it, they told me I couldn’t get in with my clothes?!”

Nightmare took a look at Fresh’s clothes, they were as colorful as ever. Yeah…So surprising he had trouble getting into a rich politician’s party like that.

“Do you have what I wanted?”

“Yep! Deadly poison here you go!” Fresh exclaimed, throwing a small bottle at the assassin. “Gotta go Brah! See you later!” He added before running away when a footsteps noise resonated in the corridor.

Nightmare reverted into his passive form and hid the bottle in his bra, not sure of what was coming.

“Dad!!” A small shape screamed before trapping the assassin’s legs into a hug.

Nightmare stared at the little kid in front of him for a moment. Shocked, he didn't even say anything and soon the little skeleton hugging him was joined by three other ones.

“You found him Horror!” The one with black tears drooling on his face exclaimed cheerfully.

Why were they multiplying?! Why were they calling him dad?! He hadn’t slept with a stranger for years! But they clearly looked older than the time he stopped doing that. Error was going to kill him!

“Wait wait where are you coming from Kids?! What do you mean by dad?”

The one with a red scar under one of his eyes came in front of him and with a bright smile he gave him an envelope. Inside was a letter telling him he was their dad and they all have different mothers but that none of them wanted anything to do with the kids.

“The orphanage manager told us our dad was a skeleton with bright white bones and purple eyes! And that he’ll be at tonight's birthday party!”

Nightmare was reading the letter again and again, his name was nowhere so even if the description fitted him, he had a hard time believing it.

“How can you be so sure it’s me? There must be another person here who feet the description!”

That seemed to be the wrong thing to say because the kids started crying and begging him to not abandon them. Stars… What was he supposed to do now…?

“Hey!! What are you doing here?! It’s a private area!” A human in a black suit screamed with a gun in his hands.

Dammit! The security! If they checked on him, they would see the poison and he would be in a lot of trouble.

Keeping the kids close to him, Nightmare was about to prepare himself for a new fight but then sharp blue strings cut the man in two. Nightmare only got enough time to revert to his other form and hide the children’s eyes with his tentacles.

“Which part of discreet didn’t you get Error?!”

“Yeah, I would have preferred, thank you Error.” The destroyer said, pouting at his boyfriend's reaction.

“Woaw! Dad, you have the same dark goop as me!!” One of the eldest kids said pointing at his black tears. It was true that the substance looked the same.

Nightmare was about to say something when his partner suddenly crashed and started rebooting without any warning. Dammit! He should have known it.

“Kids, listen it’s dangerous to stay here, some other guys like this one are going to come. Go hide somewhere and we’ll discuss later.”

“No! If you want us to hide you have to catch us first!” The one with black tears exclaimed before running away with his brothers.

“Get back here, it's not a game!!” Nightmare screamed but too late, the kids were already gone.

The moment Error came back to his senses, more security guards came up. Nightmare could say goodbye to his elaborate plan. They were going to do it the Error's way now.

Speaking of the devil, the destroyer didn’t lose his time starting killing the enemies, even if he hadn’t forgotten what he just saw.

“Night when we go home we’re gonna talk about this and I’m warning you if I can’t get my cat you can’t get your kids!” He exclaimed with three men in his grip.

“Seriously?! I’m learning that I’m possibly the father of four kids and you're still thinking about that damn stray cat from last week?!”

“She wasn’t just a stray cat and you know it!”

Nightmare groaned and with a sigh started helping his boyfriend get rid of the guards. He needed to hurry, there were a lot of them and he needed to find the kids and kill his target.

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Horror was running with his brothers with a big smile on his face. They found their dad and he was awesome. He looked like a princess but was super strong like a dragon! He even had another form to fight like the hero he saw on TV!

“Do you think dad will find us quickly?” He asked his older brothers.

“No way! I’m the best at hide and seek!” Killer exclaimed, still running, holding Dust’s hands.

“Are we sure he is our dad? He didn’t seem aware of our existence.” Cross pointed, not as sure as his brothers about this man's identity.

Killer, Dus, and Horror stopped in front of a big room full of people. They were all looking at Cross with sad expressions.

“Why do you mean Crossy? He’s clearly our dad! He has purple eyes, white bones, and even the same goop as me!” Killer exclaimed before getting into the big room.

“Yeah, the manager simply forgot to tell him we were coming.” Horror added as he agreed with Killer.

They ran for a moment and like all of them started to get tired they decided to hide in this huge room where everybody seemed to be meeting. Cross tried to see another person that could fit the description given by the orphanage manager but there wasn’t anyone else with purple eyes. In fact, there weren't a lot of skeletons at all at that party.

When finally the young boy noticed another skeleton monster with purple eyes he ran toward him. Maybe his brothers were right about the other man but he needed to check. They couldn’t make any mistake on something like that.

When he was right next to the adult with purple eyes, people in the room started panicking and running away in screams. The four-year-old started looking for his brothers, worried about them and clearly scared. Why were those people running and screaming like that?

When he finally noticed them he sighed, relieved. They were okay in a corner of the room. Behind a huge table was his maybe-dad and the black-boned skeleton from earlier. They were hiding from the bullet shot of the guns. What was going on?

He clenched to the tall adult with purple eyes next to him and started whimpering against his will. It was scary! He wanted his dad, he wanted to go away from here! Maybe this man, that could be his dad, would help him if he asked him.

“H-Hi! Are you our dad…?” He asked with a wavering voice.

The man suddenly grabbed him and pointed a bone against the little skeleton’s skull. He looked furious and way scarier than the other guy.

“If you try anything I’ll kill this damn kid!”

Cross looked at his brothers more scared than ever, he didn’t want to die! Horror and Dust didn’t seem to understand anything but they could read the fear on his and Killer’s face. Why did he go next to this man and ask him that?!

The man with tentacles and goop had disappeared, there was only the black-boned skeleton and he was smiling. Cross didn’t understand. Why did he have to die, he was a good brother! He didn’t want to be killed by someone like that!

Scared, the little skeleton closed his eyes, not wanting to see his end come to him.

Suddenly the shadow under the adult’s feet started moving on its own and the man with tentacles emerged from it with a hateful expression. His tentacles sharpened out of a sudden and stabbed Cross’s captor right into the soul.

“Stay the fuck away from my sons!” Nightmare hissed with more anger than he ever felt in his life.

The assassin took the kid in his arms and kept him close to his chest while Error was getting rid of the other abominations that were preventing them from getting out of there. Nightmare hurried to get to the other kids and took them all in his arms before he reverted to his passive form. They needed to get out of there with the other guest if they didn’t want to drag any unwanted attention on them.

Fortunately for Error and him, all of the kids closed their eyes when he killed the first minister. It would have caused them more trouble if they told the police by accident.

“Error I’m taking the kids away, you think you can manage to escape on your own?!”

Error nodded and started wiping the dust off his clothes before escaping by the window like the crazy man he was. Now that his boyfriend was out of the police’s way, Nightmare could get out with the kids safely.

“Dad, thank you for saving me!!” The kid with a red scar exclaimed. He really needed to ask them their name…

Nightmare softly kissed the child's forehead and started running to the exit where thousands of people were gathered with the police. They were obviously trying to evacuate the civilians but were taking their phone numbers to interrogate them later.

“Nightmare! Thank god you’re okay!!” One of the policemen screamed before hugging the murderer.

“Dream!! You’re here too!”

The policeman with golden eye lights stared at the kids that Nightmare was carrying. They were shaking and curling up in his arms, poor things…

“Brother I was so worried when I saw your name on the invitation papers! Why do you have so many kids in your arms? Are you okay? Are they okay?! We called an ambulance just in case I can help you to go with them!”

“No no Dream I’m okay, the kids are okay too. Just a bit scared by the events… I was invited by a friend of Error but I had no idea it could have ended like this! I heard there was a terrorist attack, is that true?!” Nightmare said lying to his brother.

Dream had no idea he and Error were murderers. He appeared to be at the wrong place at the wrong time for Nightmare so it was better to just lie and pretend not to know anything of the attack.

“Oh stars, I'm so glad you’re okay!” Dream exclaimed, hugging his twin tighter. “But who are those kids?”

“Dad, can we go home, please? It’s scary here…” One of the youngest said with a little voice, it was the one with a hole in his skull. Why was there a hole in his skull dammit!

Dream started looking at his twin brother with a shocked and amazed expression. He also looked a little hurt but Nightmare put it on the fact that he probably thought he never told him about the kids.

“Dream I’ll explain everything to you later but for now can I go home? They need to rest.”

“Oh! Of course! Come with me I know a shortcut to avoid the crowd, I know you hate it.”

Nightmare thanked his brother and got out of the building with his help. Dream accompanied him to his car and helped him to attach the kids, which was kinda difficult without any baby seat.

The murderer wished his twin a good night and after a last hug, he started driving their way back home where the kids could start to get some sleep.

When they arrived home Nightmare noticed that Error was already home and in front of the TV checking the news for some info.

“You’re okay! You didn’t answer my SMS so I thought something might have happened to you.” His partner said, getting up to join him in the corridor.

“I’m fine don’t worry, I met Dream when I tried to get out with the kids,” The murderer said when he softly dropped them on the couch. They all fell asleep in the car and were way quieter than before.

“So we’re parents now? That is an unexpected thing.”

Nightmare sighed and get the letter the kids gave him out of his pocket to give it to his boyfriend.

“I think their father was Gaster but I kinda killed him so they’re all alone…We can’t leave them like this Ru. Their orphanage threw them away and their mothers refuse to have anything to do with them.”

“If it can reassure you I don’t think their father would have taken care of them, he even nearly killed one of them. I guess they can stay with us but if Dream knows about them we need to do things right and go back to that orphanage and really adopt them. That is if you want to raise those four little monsters with me.”

Nightmare jumped into his partner's arms with a bright smile that melted the destroyer’s heart.

“Of course I do, idiot! Thank you Error it means a lot to me…”

“Yeah yeah I know but don’t forget about my cat I still want it back.” The black-boned skeleton said blushing.

And with that, the two murderers and lovers became the happy parents of four little skeletons full of energy. Oh and a cat too.

#Buddy daddies AU #Undertale AU #undertale #undertale crossover #undertale fanfiction #fanfic #fanfiction #fandom

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twisted-wonderland-shenanigans · 2 years

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❤️What is your favorite line that you’ve written in a fic?✍️ What’s your ideal writing setup?🚀 Do you like to outline your fic first or create as you go?💛What is the most impactful lesson you’ve learned about writing?🎨 If someone were to make fanart of your work, what fic or scene would you hope to see?too many questions?I hope not and if so I would like to remind you that you don't have to answer every question here but I also thank you for helping me out of the silent anon(I ❤ your writing)

Referring to this ask game I posted before.

Thank you for sending these questions! It was fun having to consider some things and why I do them. 😆 And it wasn't too many questions at all! UvU

And you're welcome! I'm proud of you for gaining the confidence to come out of anon ;;v;; 💗 I hope to hear more from you soon! >v< In the meantime, here are the answers to your questions~! >vÓ/)

❤ What is your favorite line you've written in a fic?

"Huh. Well, uh...glad you like my cooking, Gri--hey! Hey, hey, hey, hey! NO! Grim! You had yours, the rest are mine! Stoooop! Nevermore!!"

There are a lot of lines I've written that I'm quite fond of, but I'm always happy to think of this line as it is another aspect that is a mix between a sibling-like bond that develops over time while mixing the age-old pet owner struggle of defending your food from sneaky paws and teeth.

✍️ What's your ideal writing setup?

Honestly, so long as I have a notebook, clipboard, and my opencils, I can write anywhere! Typically speaking though, at home I'll be sitting at the coffee table on the floor with YouTube videos playing in the background or whenever I'm in a lecture. I don't really doodle like some people do to focus on the lessons or discussion, so writing is my way of staying awake and focused!

🚀 Do you like to outline your fic first or create as you go?

I mostly tend to create as I go, like dumping a bunch of sand in the box before rewriting it to build my "sand castle" so to speak. 99% of the time though, I know where I want the fic to go, I just gotta figure out the how part! If you were to see my notes, I tend to keep them organized via bullet points in word documents or hand-written. This helps me keep ideas I have in mind somewhere I can reference later if I wanna verify something or finally bring it in as a plot point!

💛 What is the most impactful lesson you've learned about writing?

To just...let go and write what feels fun and enjoyable. Before I started this blog, I would start fics for other fandoms and then just...putter out or run out of steam. Somewhere along the line, I lost my confidence to continue projects I started because it either took me too long to get the next chapter up, or my ideas wind up getting too big the more I try to make it elaborate and amazing for the audience. Perfectionism, I suppose. Now though...with every single one of you that has liked, reblogged, commented, or even indulged my in my AU ideas...you've all helped reminding me why I loved creating fics and how much fun it was.

Sorry, that got a little sentimental, but I am truly grateful for all the love and support you all have given me. Thank you. ;;v;;

🎨 If someone were to make fanart of your work, what fic or scene would you hope to see?

Oh gosh, even the random doodles or sketches people have submitted have made me so happy, let alone when someone writes their own fics or gets creative with incorporating their characters into my AUs! I couldn't possibly choose when it's much more fun to see what parts or characters someone loved enough to get creative with it. QvQ

#faun speaks #ask game #I really enjoyed this since it made me think about what I wanted to say 0v0

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seelestia · 1 year

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oh goodness. i apologize this is late my brain has been VERY SCRAMBLED AS OF LATE 🫠🫠 anywayss tyy,,im still suffering from social stress actually so :/ not much i can do abt it. also i hope ayato ended up pampering u after all that as well shfjwjjdw (he did right-) but yes! i do prefer more quiet and intimate just to be with bedo tbh,,i just love how observant and attentive he is to my needs. gosh he's so sweet. i gib him all the kithes. ~Lycoris

NOOO, LY, YOUR BRAIN ISN'T EGGS! DON'T LET THE WORLD SCRAMBLE IT D; (yk bcs scrambled eggs?? fjkskfs, cyno told me it'd "guarantee" cheering you up a little 🫂 /lh)

social stress sucks, especially if the source is school since you're surrounded by people most of the time there <//3 is there any routines that you can do to help ease the stress out when you're there?? like having some 'me time' during recess, etc. i hope it gets better soon for you, ly! :(

here's some modern!au at school with your selfships that i thought of. wishing this can help lift your spirits for a bit! <3

albedo who offers you his hand and leads you to the rooftop so the two of you can take some time away from the crowds together. sometimes, he even locks the door to the rooftop from the outside to prevent people from intruding. it's fine, they'd probably just think that the rooftop is "closed for the day" (when it really is just him /lh). don't worry, according to albedo's words, "this is completely legal and it guarantees privacy."

(bonus: albedo who always reserves a corner in every piece of paper he has to sketch you. when you flip through his notebook, there's just a doodle of you on the bottom right of each page. "i'm afraid it's become a habit i don't wish to get rid of," he admits. how can he say that with such a pretty smile on his face.)

cyno who likes putting your hands into his pockets or his hands in your pockets. as long as he can hold your hands and there's pockets, he doesn't mind either. cyno says that he does this "because it feels nice", but it's probably so he can bury his face on your shoulder and fall asleep. if people send you weird looks, he'll shoot those back tenfolds. this guy is a loyal bodyguard!

tighnari who lends you his notes without even needing you to ask for them. strangely enough, you're surprised to find out that he drew smiley faces and adorable flowers as decorations. tighnari claims it's "to make the notes more immersive", but the unspoken truth is that he looks forward to see the way you smile when you see those doodles. you and only you get to see these notes, after all <3

gorou who likes preparing packed lunches or homemade bentos for you. it's no hassle at all, he really enjoys preparing these for you! knowing that he is doing something for you fills his chest with pride and affection. no, no, he definitely doesn't try his hardest to make sure the tiny whiskers on the bunny-shaped onigiris look good. not at all! (/lh)

ofc, your vibes are super wholesome! OH AND now that i think abt it, you also remind me of collei! it's most likely because of the recent windblume event where collei visited mondstadt and both she + sucrose were the representatives of us introverts 😭 oh, idk if you're a genshin player, but do tell me! if you do tho, which five-stars do you currently have?? is— is albedo one of them. (/lh) and if you don't play genshin, that's totally A-okay, dw! ;D

aaaa, ty! i find that i channel a lot of bubbly puppy energy, hehe. it kinda fits because i'm like a puppy who loves nudging my f/o's how with ayato as a spoiled fox / cat, and scara is a grumpy and hissy cat. i'm actually torn abt heizou but i think he might be an energetic chinchilla or smth. (/lh)

i couldn't find a sophibedo art but i found a pretty one for HOWLBEDO. HEHEHHE >:3c

sophibedo may not be as feisty as sophie, but he just can be stubbornly curious and humble at the same time !! just imagine sophibedo being stubborn and staring at you unrelentingly... yk, when someone is trying to be intimidating but they just end up looking cute instead, jfjejkdkkwek.

AWWW, THANK YOU, LY! it always makes me super happy to know that others enjoy my works, especially you (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠) (/g) i love writing banters with scara because he's so annoying it makes me wanna throw a pillow at him (/aff) and heh, i hope you can feel the liddol serotonin boost rushing thru you when you look at bobas and get reminded of me and 'yato! ;D

dw, tighnari flicks you just to pull you closer the next second. what an underhanded trick (/lh)

eating popcorn as i watch a bunny trying to provoke a fennec fox and gets gently flicked with the poofy tail. (/lh) which reminds me that tighnari canonically takes care and grooms his tail really well! does he let you lay your head on it sometimes?? maybe, even snuggle it??? that sounds like the softest makeshift pillow you'll ever get 🤭

and i can see that the general mahamatra is a clingy one, judging by how he's hanging off of your arm rn. (/lh) A SMOL BUNNY THAT DOESN'T NOM NOM ON CARROTS... what a fascinating little floof! would you eat cookies if they're carrot-shaped. (/j) also, random but why do i have the feeling that cyno dislikes veggies and tries to avoid them sneakily at the dinner table—

"oh?" the expression on tighnari's face was nothing short of amused. he placed a hand on top of your head, an act that would've been considered offensive if done to a species with animalistic ears on their head like the forest ranger himself — but he knew you were an exception. and so, with gloved fingers, tighnari ruffled your hair gently as he huffed an affectionate sigh, "i didn't think you'd admit to being a brat so quickly."

("you're going to keep this up, aren't you? oh, i can tell my sanity is in danger already," he facepalms. but you have the feeling that he doesn't sound as serious as he makes himself out to be.)

i feel like tighnari can be so cheeky in private and i fear for you, ly. what if you turn to goo again, no— (/lh) JFKSKSKS BOTH YOU AND GOROU ARE SO WHOLESOME. like so cute scara tells me he's gonna puke just looking at the two of you scara, be nice. (don't mind his analogy, that just means your cuteness as a couple is thru the roof /aff) 🤭

dw, heizou gave me compensation in the form of hanging from my arm the whole day and treating me to stuff. i'm more amused by it tho, in a "now ik you talk to animals like a reporter and i'm never gonna live it down" way, hehehe. yeahhh! we're all just a bunch of nerds having drinks and checking out the books we bought. it's a book club atp (/j)

i personally think scara would be sorta interested in going to a lego store for some reason LMAOAOAO

oooo, somewhere artsy! any specific places in mind? my first thought is pottery classes for some reason fjkekdkk. oh, how chaotic that'd be! i think cyno might get frustrated when his clay plops and he just goes, "this is just a minor obstacle in my path to making the best pottery ever." he starts going there everyday afterwards. cyno can be childishly competitive like that. tcg??? no, pottery. (/j)

AWW, THAT'S SO CUTE. let me tell you this right here and now, cyno would be so proud of that apron! like super proud, the 'i'm gonna make excuses just to wear this' type of proud. embarrassed? what do you mean, embarrassed? the general mahamatra doesn't know the definition of shame, it's something his bunny made him and he's gonna cherish it till the end of time. people who disagree can file their complaints to the akademiya, smh. (/lh)

as long as you and cyno don't start a flour fight and the kitchen is all right in the end, it's all good. i'm sure tighnari and albedo agree with me (/j) btw, ly, how would you rank your boys in the kitchen?? >:3c

if it were me, i'd rank mine like this (hehe):

1. scara !! surprised or not, he's canonically good at cooking and i find that funny in a cute way he gets so offended when others look so shocked like since when does people with an attitude can't cook?? (/lh). more civil in the kitchen too because "there're places to pick a fight and it's not here, you idiot."

2. heizou !! his cooking skills may not be as impressive as scara's, but i'd say sufficient enough <3 he makes good sandwiches for a quick picnic break! but likes whining that his arms are 'sore' so his 'knight in shining armor (me)' to help him out, hmph. (/aff)

3. ayato !! he can't cook and should not be allowed in the kitchen. i swear, 'yato views the kitchen as a laboratory because instead of making edible food, he puts stuff into the pot like a witch brewing potions 😭 banned from the kitchen forever. (/j)

and dw abt chonking off the brainrot! you can even take a break in the middle of it >:) my inbox is here to stay and i don't want you to feel like you have to answer all of them in one sitting. take your time! ;D 🫂 (/gen)

heheee, good! i'm glad to see you feeling a bit better after a break (⁠ʃ⁠ƪ⁠＾o＾) oooo, boba and cookies 'n cream! why is it so cute that boba and oreos happen to be round-shaped, hdjjejfke. ayato added that he thinks you're cultured for your likes 🤭 also, idk why but i always feel like snickerdoodles are the face of cookies?? like when people say cookies, they just come to my mind first! (/pos) + maybe snickerdoodles are a comfort food/pastry for you?? that's really cute, it reminds me of hot chocolate and resting by the hearth during winter (>_<) what's your fav season btw, ly?? >:3c

blueberry muffins and ice cream croissants make my taste sound too fancy for some reason, i swear, i'm a simple gal because desserts aside, sandwiches with extra chicken slices in them make me vv happy too— (/lh)

DON'T WORRY, i can fix the inbox's door right back up with ayato's money !! (/lh)

PINKBEDO FOR THE WINNNN. ly, instead of albedo, let's just call him strawbedo 🤭 atp, his pretty blonde hair is just a canvas for anyone to put any colors on. it's just too paintable for its own good (/aff)

i bet klee will love strawbedo sm she'll start telling him to lean down so she can give him a pat!! this is so cute. klee and ly 🤝 strawbedo lovers <3

#this is random and unprompted but #i just wanna say that i love seeing your string of asks in my inbox every time (/gen)#it feels like we're penpals having fluffy brain worms back and forth in a single letter and I LOVE IT !!!#ask box! 📬#visitor: dearest lycoris anon! 🍡#cw: selfships

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hopewritcs · 2 years

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handwritten wounds.

pairing: steve harrington x reader

word count: 3k

request from @scoopsahoyharrington: Can I request a Steve Harrington x reader fic that’s a soulmate AU where you can see the red string of fate when you close your eyes that will lead you to your soulmate or soulmates can write of their skin and it shows up on the others arm?

notes: i love soulmate aus sm, they’re some of my favorite things to write. so this one is set a bit of a mix of canon and pre canon / canon divergent timeline as well, a little time jumps here and there. for now, no s4 spoilers as it’s a bit more canon divergent than the actual timeline of the show, but everything else is explained in the fic.

stranger things tag list: tba ! ( i’ve refreshed my tag lists. if you want to be added, please send me a message ! )

Soulmates. It was a term that you learned as soon as you could comprehend language. The word had been ingrained in your memory as soon as humanly possible. From what you understood, you could communicate with your soulmate on your skin.

Were you supposed to write to them first? How did you start that conversation? You’d been thinking about it more and more, about actually striking up a conversation with your soulmate. You felt almost bad, you were a doodle on your skin while bored kind of person, and your doodles weren’t always great ( mostly scribbles or stars or half finished flowers ) so whoever they were they’d be walking around with those marks too.

It didn’t help that your soulmate seemed to be writing answers to their tests on their skin. You’d wind up with homework due in english or math test tomorrow on your hands as early as fifth grade.

By seventh grade, you almost thought your soulmate had forgotten that you existed. Then again, maybe they thought you forgot about them too. Neither of you were actively communicating with each other, but you could still tell there were marks on your arms. So, you decided to finally say something directly one afternoon. In the midst of what seemed to be your soulmate studying ( there were marks on your wrist for equations ) you took the pen you’d been using for homework and decided to write.

Do you really need to study on your arm or can you use a piece of paper?

You didn’t know what to expect, but the fact that there was no response bothered you. You wanted to pretend like it didn’t, but it definitely did.

Though, the study notes seemed to stop too. Which you were a bit thankful for, though you missed seeing the writing on your arms every day. It was kind of a sad moment, because you wished maybe your soulmate had said something back to you. But instead, there had just been no response and instead they’d totally just not responded.

You’d almost given up hope for hearing a response to anything when you finally saw a note from your soulmate, and it was directed at you.

Were my notes really that annoying? Or is it just my handwriting?

You looked down at your arm and smiled. Finally, you thought. It was about time to hear back from your soulmate, thinking you’d blown it all. A laugh fell as you looked at your hand, as a preteen, you felt yourself feeling all sorts of emotions just by having a simple communication with your soulmate.

It’s distracting, I’m not about to be accused of cheating. How can I explain that my soulmate is the one writing those things?

You and your soulmate had begun talking by then. You learned many things about each other. He, you had learned that he was a boy but you had both not yet told each other your names, played basketball and lived in a small town in Indiana.

You had said it was unfortunate that he lived in Indiana, as you lived one state over in Illinois. Or maybe that was fate trying to give you something to work for.

You spoke every few days, it was enough that you knew about each others lives but it wasn’t like you could learn that much over short messages.

However, you both promised not to tell each other names until you were ready to meet for real. It was more interesting that way. Though you wondered what his name was, especially as time went on.

Once the two of you were in high school, things seemed to be different. No longer did you write notes to each other frequently--still, you talked, but it was sporadic at best. It was like he didn’t have time for his soulmate any longer.

Instead, the most you saw were once again the scrawled notes from studying and tests coming up. But also a few notes that looked like they were written by somebody else.

You couldn’t dare ask about who it was, but one day you got the news.

Sorry, I have a girlfriend.

You could feel your heart break. Your heart was breaking for a boy you didn’t even know his name, and yet it was breaking all the same. It was difficult to explain. But you had to write back to him, to let him know that it was alright. Because, it should be alright, right? You weren’t able to think of words for a long time. Finally, you figured out how to reply.

That’s good. I’m happy for you.

And you meant that in the loosest of terms, that you wanted him to be happy.

After that, your conversations stopped. You could tell that he, whoever he was, was trying to keep himself from writing on his arms when he took to studying. One of the worst parts of it all was the way he would be writing on his own skin, how it would appear on yours, and then suddenly a quickly scrawled apology would appear.

You tried to follow suit, doodle less. But it was an absentminded motion that happened when you weren’t thinking. Did he mind? He never wrote back when you were doodling, so what did that say about your relationship with your soulmate?

It was just after graduation when you left your city for the first time. You’d gotten a job at a small paper in a state over. It was a photography gig, a bit of fact checking, sort of internship. But it was all kind of interesting.

You hadn’t heard from your soulmate in some time. You wanted to reach out to him, to talk to him about graduation and ask about his life. But what if he hadn’t reached out for some specific reason? Like he was still with his girlfriend or if everything wasn’t going well.

You knew he was alive. He marked up his arms every so often with notes during finals time, and you had written a small good luck message on your arm just in case he needed it.

He wrote you back a small, you too. But that was the last time you’d heard from him.

Your first day of the job, you met this couple who was around your age--Nancy and Jonathan. She was an aspiring writer and he was a photographer. You didn’t know what you wanted to do just yet, but you had wanted to see what life was like outside of the place you’d grown up.

Something about what you said made their faces turn, like they were hiding something from you. But you didn’t dare ask about it. It did make you interested in everything about the small town, though.

One minute you’re hanging out with Jonathan and Nancy trying to help them work on a story and the next, somehow, you’re dealing with monsters and otherworldly creatures and things that don’t seem real.

Yet they’d just been chasing you through the hallway of a hospital, so that was pretty real. You couldn’t fight with everything you had just witnessed.

Once you got to the store with everyone, while you were all trying to help get El back to her feet, you were looking for a pen or a marker or anything to write on your arm.

“What are you doing right now, Y/N?” Lucas asked, turning to you as he walked down the aisles with you and Max.

“I’m trying to find a pen.” You replied, as if it was an obvious answer.

“But...why?” he repeated his question.

“’Cause of something on my mind.” You answered, finally finding a pen and uncapping it before turning to look at the two of them. “Any other questions or is that it?”

Lucas and Max shrugged at you, continuing down the aisles and left you to write a message on your arm. You hadn’t planned on this right then. You’d hoped that it would come one day after talking for a long time to your soulmate. But you’d really just figured out that life was too damn short to wait for that perfect moment.

Hawkins, Indiana. I want to meet you. Please don’t tell me it’s too late.

And yet, you got no response. But it could be a while before the answer comes, you have to remind yourself. So you focus on everything else going on, trying to put it all out of your mind. The mark of your own handwriting still the only note on your skin whenever you notice it.

You’re at the mall with everyone, focusing on what was happening and not even remembering what you wrote on your arm until later that night when everything is over and you’re sitting by one of the ambulances with the younger kids.

El is the one who points out the mark on your arm.

What a coincidence, I’m in Hawkins too.

When Jonathan and his family moved, you were somehow part of the going away party. Having been inducted into the whole friend group during the events of the summer. It was nice to think that this was a place you could have made friends.

“So, is this a going away for Y/N too, she’s going back at the end of the summer right?” Will asked, turning to look at you when you were all standing at the car and the moving truck saying a final goodbye.

You shrugged your shoulders as you looked at everyone, “Well, I don’t think I’ll be working at the Post, given what happened this summer. But I might want to stick around a bit. I don’t know how I could...go back home after all of that.”

“It’s hard to say goodbye to this place.” Joyce said softly, looking around at everyone.

“But, it’s not forever.” Jonathan added quickly, giving Nancy’s hands a soft squeeze as he looked at his girlfriend.

“We can make a plan.” Joyce nodded her head. “Breaks for school and everything. We’ll talk about it once we settle in.” She said it so simply, like it was the truth. Like she promised it and meant it all.

Saying goodbye to people you’d just met, people you became friends with so quickly was difficult. But it was hard to do it still. You didn’t know what to do. Your internship was up at the end of the summer, but you didn’t want to say goodbye to this town. To these people.

To the fact that your soulmate was among the people in this town. You just hadn’t met him yet.

Or maybe you had.

You never left Hawkins after that day, not for good anyway. But you still hadn’t met your soulmate.

Somehow you managed to convince the Hawkins Post to give you a full time job--you still didn’t know what you wanted to do with everything in life, but you wanted to stay here and this was one of the better ways to do it. Plus they, unfortunately, had some openings with staff moving around after deaths and disappearances over the summer.

You were, however, talking to your soulmate a lot.

How is it that you’ve been in Hawkins since the summer and we haven’t met yet?

You laughed at the comment on your arm as you were in the office and shook your head. Been busy, only just moved into my place. You can blame that.

I think you’re just hiding from me! Or maybe you don’t exist.

If I didn’t exist, who’s been doodling all those horrible flowers on your arms all these years?

Hey! Don’t say that. I love those flowers.

When we meet, I’ll make sure to do one in person.

You spoke a dozen times like this, but still, you hadn’t met him in person. Maybe it was just bad luck. Maybe it was fear that was keeping you from meeting him and setting a real time to meet up. But it was all difficult.

When will that be?

It was like he was reading your mind.

Soon.

You promised.

You walked into Family Video that night expecting to see Robin behind the counter, because she’d told you she’d be working. That she had some movie picked out that you just had to see. That you would love. But instead, when you walked into the store you saw Steve and Steve alone behind the counter.

“Hey, Y/N.” Steve said, looking up at you when he heard the noise of the door opening.

“Hey Steve. Robin here? She said she had some video she wanted me to see?” You said, walking up to the counter and leaning on it, peering around as you did to see if you could spot your other friend.

Steve shrugged his shoulders and shook his head, “She’s on break, I think. You can hang out for a bit if you want. I’m not sure what she wanted you to get.”

“Alright.” You nodded your head and looked around the shop, tapping your hand on the counter and looking over at him. “So is there a place I can hang out or should I just stand here?”

Steve nodded, gesturing for you to join him behind the counter. “Come on back, I guess.”

“Thanks.” You took a seat on the stool behind the counter and turned to look at Steve, facing him. Of all the people in Hawkins, you hadn’t spoken to him as much as everyone else. You wondered why that was. “So, how are you doing?”

“You mean after this summer?” Steve asked, his voice softer as he turned to look at you while he continued working. “Fine, I guess. Not every day you’re taken into a Russian bunker and given truth serum.”

You shrugged your shoulders, “Yeah, I don’t think many people can say they’ve seen what we have. It’s hard to open up to people without thinking about keeping that part a secret.”

“It’s definitely hard.” You commented, pulling a pen from your purse--you always kept one on you at all times just in case you needed to either take notes or wanted to talk to your soulmate--and began doodling a small flower on your wrist. “I think about, like, one day meeting someone and having to explain all of this.”

Steve wasn’t really paying much attention to the motions you were doing, because he was busy making sure tapes were getting rewound properly. But he nodded his head. “Right? At least we’ve got everyone to talk to. Our friends, I mean.”

Nodding you replied, “Yeah, but say one day we meet...I don’t know, our soulmates, or whatever. How do you plan on explaining all of this to them?”

“I’d have to meet her first.” Steve said, shrugging his shoulders as he turned back to glance at you. “Have you met your soulmate?”

You shook your head, “Not yet, but I’ve been told he lives here in Hawkins. So maybe I’ll meet him soon.” You put the pen back in your purse and dropped your hands down to your side. Not really looking for anything, you looked around and that’s when you saw it.

Steve’s wrist, there was something on it, under the sweater he was wearing.

“Speaking of soulmates, I think you’ve got a note from yours.” you pointed out, gesturing toward his wrist with a small smile and a nod of your head.

Steve tugged his sleeve up and you watched as he did, but turned your gaze up to look at his face. He lit up at whatever was on his wrist. You hoped that wherever your soulmate was, he looked just as happy whenever he got a message from you.

“What’s she saying?” you asked softly, hoping you weren’t disturbing the moment for him. But you were curious.

“Just a doodle.” Steve answered, showing you his wrist and speaking. “She does that sometimes. But they just remind me that she’s real. That she’s out there, y’know?”

That’s when you saw it. The small flower you’d been doodling just then.

“Steve.” you couldn’t think of whatever else to say, trailing off after that, still staring at the flower on his wrist.

He glanced up at you, having only been looking at the flower on his wrist and looked a bit confused, “Yeah?”

All you could do, was hold up your wrist for him. Because what words could you even find in that moment to say anything right. What if you messed up, or said the wrong thing. Or what if he was upset by it all. It just seemed too real. Too surreal.

You both looked at each other, at the matching marks on your wrists right then and then back at your gaze.

A smile broke out on his face and on yours as well. You didn’t know what to do, but Steve moved closer to you and you moved closer to him. Neither of you spoke right away until you were standing close enough to touch.

You spoke first, “So, are you happy I finally made it to your small town?”

“I’m glad you didn’t leave it when you had the chance.” Steve replied.

“Without meeting the soulmate I’ve been talking to since seventh grade?” You laughed softly, shaking your head and looking at him. “Like that was really going to happen.”

“I can’t believe I’ve known you all these months and I didn’t know.” Steve said quietly, looking at you with a smile.

“If it makes you feel better, I didn’t know either. But I’m glad it’s you.”

“Yeah?”

You nodded your head, and then before giving you a chance to answer, Steve kissed you softly. And it was everything you’d ever thought it would be, kissing your soulmate for the first time. It was the best first kiss you could have thought. You dreamed of it off and on since you were in the seventh grade, and this was real. It was someone you knew and trusted. And the best part? You really liked him too.

Neither of you noticed the door opening, Robin walking back in and laughing, “I knew it. Soulmates.”

#steve harrington x reader #reader x steve harrington #steve harrington x you #soulmate au #stranger things x reader

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Angel Sent From Up Above

Anniversary Request Special

Synopsis: Hyunjin, a new guardian angel, has fallen in love with a human. His human’s girlfriend, to be precise. Angel AU, background college AU and skater AU.

Warning: violence

Word Count: 8.3k

Pairing: fem!reader x guardian angel!Hyunjin; fem!reader x human!Jeongin

“Is she healed now?” Hyunjin asks the moment Jisung flies in. He knows Jisung is probably exhausted from keeping maladies away from you, but he needs the answer now. “Is her flu gone?”

“Yeah.” Jisung’s wings are tinged gray with ruin, but he keeps them on display for all the other guardian angels to see as he walks past them. They are proof that he has been doing his duty. They’ll return to white soon enough anyway. “Your human’s her boyfriend. Why didn’t you try to check through him? He visited a few times even though she told him not to.” Jisung sighs and shakes his head. “What an idiot. He’s going to get sick himself.”

“He hasn't visited recently, so I haven’t been able to check through him. The Archangel’s forbade me going to Earth unless it was something serious. I think he’s worried I'm spending too much time with humans.”

Jisung shakes his head. “I think he’s worried that he’s going to have to Seungmin you.”

“I'm not going to get expelled.”

Jisung shrugs, and ruin falls from his wings like ash. “You better watch out. You checked up on her too much last time she got sick, so he's probably trying to make sure you won't abandon your human. He's banished people for less. Case in point: Seungmin.”

“She's important to Jeongin, so she's important to me."

Jisung sighs. “Sometimes I think you’re more protective of her than I am.”

He says it as a joke, but Hyunjin knows it’s the truth. He cares deeply about you, maybe even more than his own human, but he will never say that last part aloud.

Hyunjin used to believe that becoming a guardian angel was the best thing that ever happened to him. All of his afterlife, he had wanted to be promoted, to be granted the pure white wings and the crown of sun rays. Regular angels had wings and halos but never white wings and golden halos; silver and silver was the “regular” combination.

Watching over a human was considered the highest honor an angel could receive, and everyone clamored to gain the attention of the Archangel. Hyunjin was not immune. He worked as a messenger for years, delivering even the most inane notes between the higher ups. He endured the attacks, verbal and sometimes physical, and kept his mouth shut. Eventually, the Archangel recognized his efforts, and before dawn broke on Earth, Hyunjin was named the new guardian angel of a baby boy, Yang Jeongin.

“You will protect him. You will guide him,” the Archangel said. “He is your responsibility now and yours alone. Do you understand?”

From Heaven, Hyunjin could only look at the wet, wrinkled face of his human. His human. “I understand.”

Then the Archangel flew off, and Hyunjin flew to Earth for the first time to meet the baby. No one noticed him as he phased through the hospital walls nor as his giant wings folded back. Only Jeongin would be able to see his guardian angel.

“Hello there, little one,” he whispered to the swaddled baby. The boy was fast asleep, and Hyunjin gently stroked his face. “I just wanted to introduce myself. I’m Hyunjin, your official guardian angel. I’ll always be nearby now, and I’ll always make sure you’re safe. Sometimes you won’t be able to see me, but I’ll always be watching over you. I promise.”

Jeongin stirred awake and stared back at Hyunjin. Two sets of eyes blinked at each other, one full of curiosity and one full of tenderness.

“Go back to sleep,” Hyunjin said. He drew his hand over the baby’s face, and Jeongin’s eyes fluttered shut. “Sweet dreams, little one.”

Guardian angels talked about their humans like parents, bragging about how gifted they were and sharing complaints about what unbelievable thing they did the other day. Hyunjin mostly did the latter. Jeongin was an adventurous child, which was just a nice way of saying that he liked to play with danger. Hyunjin often had to fly in to save him or to redirect the threat somewhere else. The other angels joked that Hyunjin stayed on Earth more than Heaven sometimes. He didn’t mind though. Even with his human’s shortcomings, Hyunjin adored him. He watched from above as Jeongin said his first words, attended his first day of kindergarten, and got into his first fight.

“He’s a troublemaker,” Minho observed.

Minho was a guardian angel as well, but he tended to lurk on the outer edges of the realm as the other angels avoided him for a reason Hyunjin hadn’t figured out yet. Hyunjin liked him well enough and treated him like a mentor, sometimes a friend.

“Hey, you’re not one to talk. Your human started a black market of candy at school.”

Minho shrugged. “I didn’t say it was a bad thing.”

Jeongin didn’t end up growing up into a troublemaker, to Hyunjin’s relief. The impulsive streak was still there, but he utilized his judgement more now. There were no car crashes or cases of alcohol poisoning, and when Jeongin asked out girls, it was with daisy bouquets and a suggestion to get lunch. Hyunjin slowly stopped making routine trips to Earth and chose to view Jeongin from the comfort of Heaven. It was there that Hyunjin noticed you.

“I think she’s upset with him,” Jisung abruptly says. “She cried after a video call with him, so if your human starts acting strangely, that’s why.”

The news makes Hyunjin stop mid-step, and he turns to his friend. “She cried? What? What did she cry about?”

“I don’t know. I was too busy trying to lower her temperature. Can you believe that she almost hit—”

“Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”

“I just got back! There is no ‘earlier!’ Besides, we aren't allowed to interfere in anything that isn't dangerous. Heartbreak, if this is even what this is, is temporary."

“Humans do drastic things for love.” The movies has seen while watching Jeongin have told him that much.

“Which we will attend to when it happens. You’re a new guardian; you’ll understand them better over time. Not everything is life-threatening, fragile as they are.”

Hyunjin turns away from Jisung and glances down at Earth. The clouds part, and all of the brick buildings of the university rush towards his eyes as he focuses on Jeongin. He’s asleep at his desk, his lamp still burning bright above him. How long has it been since the video call? Or perhaps he’s just tired from the events of his day. But he looks so small and vulnerable in his chair. Jeongin isn’t fragile — the amount of situations he has gotten out of covered in bruises and blood is astronomical — but he is mortal.

“But she loves him,” Hyunjin softly says, “and he loves her.”

“Exactly. Humans fight over small things all the time, and this is one of those times.” Jisung places a hand on Hyunjin’s shoulder to placate him. “Trust me.”

“... I trust you.”

“Good. I need to rest, but we can catch up and see what stupid things they do after.”

The moment Jisung flies off to the rest area, Hyunjin goes against the Archangel’s orders and flies to your apartment. When he peers inside your bedroom window, he spots you sitting in bed in the dark, your phone screen illuminating your face. He phases inside and sits at your desk chair, resting his forearms at the top rail. You can’t see him, but he wishes that you could.

You mindlessly scroll through messages, sniffling every few seconds. Whether it’s from your crying or your illness, he doesn’t know. He can’t hand you a tissue or tell you comforting things or hug you like Jeongin can. When you wrap your blanket tighter around your shoulders, he wraps his wings around himself as well.

Suddenly you throw your phone beside you and let out a heavy sigh. “It can’t get any worse than this,” you say to yourself.

Hyunjin waits for you to say more, but you only stare at the ceiling with blank eyes. He can’t compel you to talk; only Jisung can, but he’s not here. So instead, Hyunjin knocks over the glass of water on your bed when you shift into a more comfortable position.

“Of course it can,” you sigh again and blot as much water as you can with your tissues. You pull another one out of the box with more force than necessary and furiously dab your sheets. “First I get sick, then I miss a homework deadline that I can’t make up because my professor lost his heart thirty years ago along with his hair, then my boyfriend breaks up with me for like no reason, apparently I have an exam tomorrow, and now I’ve spilled water all over my bed, so I can’t even sleep. Thank you, universe. I really needed this.”

He immediately regrets his decision.

“Worst freaking week of my life,” you mumble as you throw away the wet tissues. Hyunjin almost reaches out for your arm when you pass by, but he retracts it just in time.

When you climb back into bed, you draw your blanket up to your chin and begin murmuring numbers. They come out calm and even at first, but they become more tense as time passes. Hyunjin half-listens as he scans the contents of your desk. A laptop, a shopping bag, an open notebook with doodles on the margins, an uncapped black pen, and a pack of gum. He presses his forefinger to the point of the pen, drawing a tiny heart by touch. Then he stamps the heart among all your misshapen stars and imaginary flowers. You might just think it’s an ink smear, but he hopes you look at it and smile.

You hit three hundred and forty-seven before you begin to sound drowsy. Hyunjin stands at the foot of your bed, watching as you finally drift off in the middle of three hundred and ninety-three. Serenity settles across your features.

“I’m sorry for what I did earlier. Good night and sweet dreams,” he whispers. He pats the corner of your bed before flying off into the night.

He needs to see Jeongin.

It was hard not to notice you when you were on a collision course with Jeongin. You were going too fast, and Hyunjin’s wings couldn’t carry him to Earth in milliseconds. With horror, he watched as you sharply turned the building corner on your skateboard and just barely jumped off in time when you saw Jeongin about to make the same turn.

“You okay?” Jeongin asked as he hurried to stop your runaway board.

“I should be asking you that!” you exclaimed as you followed him. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have veered that close to the wall. You’re not hurt or anything, right?”

“I’m fine, don’t worry.”

“Good. I can’t risk getting sued again.” Unsure of how to respond, Jeongin nudged back your board to you. You neatly stopped it mid-roll with your foot. “Thanks, by the way. See you around.”

“Yeah, see you.”

You kicked off, but before you left the area, you turned around and gave him a wave. Jeongin waved back, albeit more shyly than you. After a moment’s hesitation, he yelled out, “Be careful!”

“I’ll try!”

Jeongin laughed and turned the corner, looking at the brick wall with more wistfulness than most people usually did. Before he entered the building, he peeked around the next corner, as if he expected you to come speeding by again. You didn’t.

After that, he noticed you more often, usually swerving around strangers as you cut through campus. Whenever he had the opportunity to say hello, he did so with a smile, and you returned it with a waggle of your fingers before disappearing into the crowd. Once, you nearly crashed into a railing. You laughed it off and gave him another wave along with a funny face. Hyunjin felt something inside him melt. Jeongin must have too since he headed to his next class with the most lovestruck expression Hyunjin had ever seen on him.

It was then that Jeongin began forming a plan.

Two weeks after the first meeting, Jeongin waited in the quad for you to show up. Just as he hoped, you came walking down the steps fifteen minutes later, skateboard tucked underneath your arm. It was supposed to seem like a coincidence, but Hyunjin had followed Jeongin as he scoured nearby skate spots, asking around about you. Yesterday, he had learned where you liked to practice tricks. He got up from his bench, hands hidden behind his back, and approached you with the same moves and confidence he had rehearsed in the bathroom mirror.

“Hey! How have you been?” he called up from the very bottom.

Meanwhile, Hyunjin groaned. Jisung, who Hyunjin had tracked down two days prior to this, also did so.

“You said he was a charmer,” Jisung complained. “Look at him. He can’t even charm dogs with a treat.”

“For your sake, I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that. Just wait though. It’s going to get better.”

Jisung huffed. “It better. She deserves the best.”

Fortunately, you took it all in stride and waved hello at Jeongin. When you were finally beside him, you answered, “I’ve been good, thanks. You’re not here to sue me, right?”

“No! I was actually wondering if you could teach me how to skateboard. If you have time, that is.”

“Really? But I almost killed you that one time. I mean, I’d be happy to, but it’s kind of weird after what happened.”

“I’d rather skateboard than walk, and you seem pretty good at it.”

You shifted your weight to one foot, and Hyunjin chuckled when he saw Jeongin’s eyes wander to your jutted-out hip. Jisung made a noise of disapproval.

“Okay, what is this really about?”

“Skateboarding,” Jeongin said. Then he took a step closer and held out a bundle of daisies towards you. “And lunch, if you want.”

You broke out into a grin. “I am a little hungry right now. L/N Y/N, skateboarding extraordinaire and ramen enthusiast, at your service.”

“Yang Jeongin, also a ramen enthusiast. Nice to officially meet you.”

Jeongin is still sleeping at his desk when Hyunjin arrives. He shifts and exhales when the wind from Hyunjin’s wings create a small breeze but does not wake.

“How could you break up with her?” Hyunjin says. “She’s amazing and wonderful, and you decide that you don't want to be with her? Sometimes I wonder what’s going on in your head.”

Silence.

“If I were human, I would have never done that, but…”

Jeongin shifts again, burying himself deeper into the crumpled hoodie he’s using as a pillow. The table squeaks, and a mechanical pencil rolls off the desk. Hyunjin quietly places the pencil back to its initial place and shuts off the lamp.

“Take care of yourself, and make good choices, okay? I can’t do that for you.”

Instead of flying back to Heaven, he perches on the roof of the building across from Jeongin’s. Jeongin finally wakes up and notices that his light is off. He glances at it confusedly for a few seconds, wondering if he misremembered leaving it on. In the end, he decides it’s not worth the effort and falls into his bed. He didn’t even spare you a thought, a crime in Hyunjin’s eyes.

Then he realizes he may have a bigger problem on his hands.

Jisung.

Jisung is going to be very upset when he finds out about this.

Over the weekend, you brought Jeongin to the quad to learn the basics.

“Put both feet on the board now,” you said as you walked alongside a skateboarding Jeongin. He was borrowing yours to practice, so he treated it with more reverence than a well-used board would need. Even though he was pushing with his back foot, he was going at a snail’s pace.

“I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“I’m going to lose my balance and fall.”

Perhaps it wasn’t reverence after all.

You shook your head. “No, you won’t. You’re not going that fast anyway. You can just step off if you really feel like you are. Give it a shot.”

To his credit, Jeongin lifted his foot a few centimeters off the ground before planting it back. “I’m going to lose control.”

While you did your best to persuade Jeongin to give it another try, Jisung gave Hyunjin a dissatisfied look. “I remember you telling me he was a daredevil. What is happening?”

He didn’t exactly know either. “He’s in front of his crush; give him a break.”

“These two better not end up dating. She deserves so much better than him.”

Hyunjin gave him a dirty look, Jisung gave him a “What? It’s true” type of a shrug.

You step in front of the board. “How about this?” you said. “You stand on the board with both feet, and I’ll pull you along so you can get used to the feeling and be less of a scaredy cat.”

“Okay.”

You took both of his hands and slowly guided him backwards. At the same time, you instructed him to put more weight on one side to change directions. Jeongin was surprisingly stable, and Hyunjin watched proudly as his human suggested that you increase your speed a little.

“See? It’s not bad?” you said. “Keeping balance isn’t that hard, right?”

“Yeah. Also,” he grinned, his meek demeanor completely gone, “we’re holding hands now.”

Your eyes widened as you glanced down at your joined hands, and you let out a delighted gasp. “You sneaky little—” Much to Jeongin’s alarm, you let go and smirked. “If you go past the bench without constantly pushing, I’ll let you hold my hand when you walk me home.”

“Kind of presumptuous of you to assume that I would offer to walk you home,” he teased, resting one foot on the floor. “Or is that what you want me to do?”

“You asked me to lunch with flowers. You were going to.”

“Yeah, you’re right.” Then he kicked off, skating past the bench with ease. Still going, he looked over his shoulder and shouted, “Do you want to grab doughnuts before you head home?”

“Watch the lamp!” you yelled as you ran towards him. “Jeongin, stop looking at me and turn around!”

The collision with the lamppost was unavoidable, so Hyunjin simply watched as Jeongin took a flying leap off your board and took a tumble on the concrete. While you fumbled for band aids — Jeongin’s knee was scraped and bloody — Jeongin patted his pockets to check that his phone had not fallen out.

“So doughnuts?” he sheepishly asked.

“Sure. I’ll buy.” You finally found one hidden in the bottom of your backpack along with an alcohol wipe. “Guess you get to hold my hand after all.”

“How are you so prepared?” he asked, nodding to the contents you had unceremoniously dumped out whilst rummaging. “You have tweezers and gauze?”

“My mom made me carry a first-aid kit with me when she found out that I skate to class. It comes in handy.” You ripped open the package. “This might hurt.”

“You can kiss it to feel better.”

You laughed and pressed the alcohol wipe to his knee. “You’re such a flirt, I love it. Does it hurt?”

“Yeah, hurts a lot.”

You opted to kiss the band aid instead, causing Jeongin to pout and Jisung to sigh in relief. When you stuck it onto his skin, Jeongin made a big production of being relieved from pain, which made you laugh and shove him.

“No! She’s in love with him,” Jisung groaned. His wings drooped, and Hyunjin swore his halo actually dimmed when you kept your hands in Jeongin’s after you pulled him up. “Well, Hyunjin, looks like you and I are going to be best friends.”

Hyunjin personally saw no issue with that. Like Jeongin, he had been charmed by your antics and your easygoing nature. Protecting his human’s friends, family, or lovers wasn’t part of Hyunjin’s duty, but he felt compelled to watch over you too.

Because if he were human, he would have fallen in love with you too.

In the midst of his lamenting, Jisung flies down and sits beside him on the roof. His wings are still slightly gray, and Hyunjin strangely begins to feel self-conscious of his pure white ones.

“Didn’t the Archangel forbid you from doing frivolous things?” Jisung says in lieu of a greeting. “I saw you at her apartment earlier.”

“I just wanted to check up on her. Not that I thought you lied,” he hastily adds. “I wanted to see for myself. She’s a little… distraught.”

“She got into a fight with her boyfriend. It’s normal.” When Hyunjin doesn’t reply or even make a sound, he grows concerned. “Is it something else? She’s getting sued, isn’t she? I knew it was going to happen someday. When I find that smug richie-rich, I’m going to—”

“Jeongin broke up with her.”

“What.”

Hyunjin repeats his sentence, trying to block the view of Jeongin’s bedroom with his body. Jisung looks like he’s ready to rain judgement onto him, and while Hyunjin is rather good at his job, he’s not sure if he can hold back an enraged guardian angel. Jisung takes several deep breaths before regaining the little composure he can muster.

“I knew I hated him for a reason. I knew he didn’t deserve her,” he spits out, though the venom in his voice wavers. “Why would he even break up with her? She loved him so much.”

Hyunjin shrugs. “That’s what I want to find out.”

“When you find out, let me know. I’m going to see her now.”

Hyunjin stays on the roof until sunrise. Jeongin sleeps without any trouble, and when he wakes up, he looks fresh-faced, no guilt hanging over his head. Hyunjin feels something inside him cracking apart.

You truly don’t deserve this.

“Do you think they’re going to crash and burn?” Jisung asked as he studied you and Jeongin walking through the park, practically glued to each other’s sides. “I think they’re moving too fast. It’s only been a month.”

Hyunjin really didn’t care about that. As long as you and Jeongin were happy, he was happy. “A month is a pretty long time for them. Mortal lives are short.”

“Exactly. They should be more selective about their life choices.”

Hyunjin only rolled his eyes and turned his attention back to you. You were pointing at the tiny carousel in the middle and tugging at Jeongin’s sleeve. You dragged him over and pushed a coin into the slot for the ride. The lights lit up and a carnival theme played while you struggled to wedge yourself between the saddle of an elephant and the roof of the carousel. Jeongin sat on the edge, beside the tiger, and chuckled at your flailing limbs.

Hyunjin suppressed his own laugh. You were something special. Just last week, the two of you had made it official and started dating. You had done it in the sweetest possible way.

You had taken him to a local skateboarding shop to help him pick out his first board. Once he had chosen one — the ‘one’ being a light blue deck patterned with multicolored doughnuts — the staff at the shop sent him to the back to try it out. Meanwhile, you made the age-old excuse of needing to use the restroom when you were actually getting the flowers you had hidden in the back.

Hyunjin had turned into a pile of fluff when you gave Jeongin the daisy bouquet and asked if he wanted to officially be your boyfriend. You were so earnest. Jeongin playfully pretended to think it over, a feat Hyunjin knew he wouldn’t have been able to do if he were in his position. There were no fireworks or confetti when Jeongin finally said yes, but the staff did clap and cheer. Jisung looked on with contempt. Hyunjin looked on with envy.

“You know,” Jisung abruptly said, snapping Hyunjin back to the present, “when her last boyfriend broke up with her, she had ice cream for dinner for a week.”

“Oh.”

“You see why I’m being wary of him now?”

Hyunjin did, but Jeongin was different. His previous relationships always ended well, and on one occasion, he remained friends with his ex. He sighed and decided that a change of topic was necessary so he wouldn’t have to potentially endure a tirade. “Did you hear about Minho’s human? The bank he worked at got robbed, and he got held at gunpoint.”

That caught the overprotective Jisung’s ear. “What? Is he okay?”

During Hyunjin’s recountment of Minho’s recountment, the carousel ride ended. You squeezed out of your spot, hitting your head on the roof, and Jeongin pulled you in for a forehead kiss. The world grew brighter when you smiled, he realized.

Hyunjin shadows Jeongin around all day, hoping to learn the reason for the breakup. Unfortunately, Jeongin doesn’t say anything. He does show some regret though, as he scrolls through past messages and old pictures. When he heads to classes, he opts to walk instead of skateboarding like usual and avoids the quad whenever possible.

In the evening, while Jeongin is chewing on his salad like a cow to cud, Hyunjin pays you a visit. He finds in the freezer section of the grocery store with three pints of ice cream in your basket. From the looks of it, you’re about to add another three to your haul. Peanut butter pretzel sounds equal parts delicious and confusing.

Hyunjin studies your expression, frowning at the same time you do. Your eyes are ringed with red, your jaw tight, and your eyebrows seem permanently furrowed. When he follows you back home, he half expects you to start crying on the way, but you hold fast and manage to open a pint of the salted caramel flavor before the tears finally come. There’s no wailing, just sniffling and the sound of you furiously wiping at your face with the sleeve of your hoodie. In the midst of it all, you find the strength to reorganize the freezer to make space for the other pints. Something about that makes Hyunjin’s heart drop.

By the time your roommate discovers you in the kitchen, the entire refrigerator has been reorganized and the ice cream finished. You sit in a dark room, your finger hovering above the ‘SEND’ button of a message to Jeongin. Hyunjin can see it if he flies above you: “Can you please just tell me why? You keep saying you did something wrong, but I don’t even know what it is. Please let me decide if it’s worth breaking up over.”

“Rough day?” she gently asks as she flips on the switch.

“Yeah.”

“Do you wanna talk about it?”

“Maybe tomorrow. I just wanna process it right now,” you hollowly say. You grab your skateboard — the same black, paint-splattered one you had last year — and unlock the front door. “I’m going out for a ride, but I’ll be back in an hour or so.”

“Stay safe.”

After you leave, Jisung phases through the kitchen walls and hisses at Hyunjin, “What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be with Jeongin?”

He nearly forgot about him. Eating dinner isn’t a dangerous task anyway though. Besides, if Jeongin does get physically harmed somehow, Hyunjin will feel an echo of the pain. Hyunjin glances at the door, and Jisung shakes his head.

“I’ll take care of her. Go back to Jeongin, and make sure he’s okay. You can’t keep leaving him all the time.”

“Fine, I’ll go.”

“Good.”

Hyunjin reluctantly goes back to Jeongin, who is still eating his salad. His resolve from last night is clearly gone as evidenced by his melancholy expression as he scrolls through even more photos. The one of you in mid-air makes him clutch his phone.

“Let me get one of you when you’re really high up,” Jeongin suggested. He was comfortable gliding around on a skateboard now, but nowhere comfortable enough to try any tricks. Nevertheless, that didn’t stop you from trying to get him to learn. The “pop shove it” was your favorite, solely for the amount of height you could get.

“Okay.”

As you did over and over again for your enthusiastic boyfriend who was unfortunately not that great of a photographer, Hyunjin observed from a rooftop behind Jeongin. Sometimes you looked like you were flying. He could imagine wings protruding from your back, and if the sun hit you just right, there appeared to be a halo as well.

“I got one!” Jeongin exclaimed as he held up his device to you. “Look.”

Hyunjin couldn’t see for himself, but your mouth dropped into an ‘o’ once you took a first glance. A flustered smile made its way onto your face, and everything about you turned soft.

“This looks amazing,” you said. You sidled up to him and rested your cheek against his shoulder, turning your head towards him. “I love you.”

The words hung in the air for a few seconds as both Hyunjin and Jeongin tried to process them. This was the first time you had ever said them, and it came seemingly out of nowhere. Hyunjin recovered first.

“Say ‘I love you’ back, you moron,” Hyunjin whispered, like Jeongin would be able to hear him from this distance. “‘I love you too.’”

“I wanted to say it first,” Jeongin finally said. “Ugh, I had it all planned out too. We were supposed to get doughnuts after this, and I was going to buy you one of those heart-shaped ones.”

You kissed him on the cheek and intertwined your fingers with his. “We can still do that.”

At the doughnut shop, he said the words second, and you kissed him again, leaving a crystal of glaze on the corner of his mouth. Hyunjin licked his lips as if you had left it on him instead.

“Did you find out?” Jisung asks when Hyunjin leaves Jeongin to check up on you. You’re skating around the city, making sharp swerves and weaving in-between lampposts. Jisung is trailing behind you in the sky, but he slows when he sees Hyunjin approaching.

“No, but—”

“Then go back to him. Hyunjin,” Jisung sighs, “I know you care about her, but she’s not your human. Jeongin’s your responsibility.”

“I know but—”

“Go back. And I’m telling you this not as your friend but as your senior. You’re a guardian angel, and you need to take your responsibilities seriously. I’ll get the Archangel involved if I have to. Do you want to get Seungminned?”

The threat of the Archangel strangely doesn’t scare him anymore, however. In fact, the Archangel being involved may solve many of his current issues.

“I’ll find you again when I find out,” Hyunjin slowly says.

Jisung nods in approval before racing after you again. Hyunjin heads to Heaven, not to keep an eye over his human but to become human.

Ten months into Jeongin’s relationship with you, Hyunjin asked Minho, “Is it possible to give up your divinity?”

Minho gave Hyunjin a curious look. “Is being a guardian angel that taxing for you? You haven’t even experienced a full lifespan yet. I know, twenty year-olds are annoying, but it’s not nearly as bad as forty year-olds and their mid-life crisis.”

“I’m just curious. Or, as a last resort,” he added, hoping that Minho would stop being suspicious if he joked about it. “My human’s been making some dumb choices.”

A lie, but Minho fell for it.

“I told you he was going to be a troublemaker!” he cackled. He sympathetically patted Hyunjin’s back. “If I’m being honest, I thought about it a few times. I always get assigned to the troublemakers. Probably because the higher-ups hate me for not tolerating their BS. They’re always playing favorites. Anyway, the easiest way is to get expelled by the Archangel. It’s happened a few times before.”

“Can’t you just ask him?”

Minho smirked. “You don’t think other angels have tried that? He only expels the ones who don’t want to be. It’s supposed to be a punishment.”

“What’s the hard way then?”

“Same thing minus the Archangel getting involved: your wings getting cut off,” he matter-of-factly answered. “The halo will break once your wings are detached. It’s only been done once, by the way.”

Hyunjin absentmindedly rubbed the area where the bones of his wings met with his shoulder blades. All he needed were two clean cuts across his practically impenetrable back.

“How do you do that?”

��With the Archangel’s sword. Another angel has to cut it though; you can’t do it yourself.”

The Archangel would likely banish him to Hell for even asking about his weapon. If Hyunjin ever did manage to steal the sword away, Jisung would never agree to it. He couldn’t just ask any angel to help him.

“How do you know about all this?” Hyunjin asked.

Minho hesitated, something he rarely did. He quickly recovered, hiding his sudden apprehension with his usual devil-may-care nonchalance. “I can’t give away all of my secrets.”

“We’re friends, aren’t we?”

Friends. The word hung in the air like the sun, and Hyunjin knew that Minho would tell him because underneath all of his bluster was loneliness. Because no one liked Minho, or if they did, they still avoided him anyway.

“Yeah, we are,” Minho answered, smiling for a second before a strange expression crossed over his face, pride mixed with a touch of sadness. “Do you really think the Archangel would have expelled one of his favorite guardian angels that easily?”

“Who are you talking about?”

“Seungmin. He asked me to cut his wings for him.”

“I need you to cut my wings,” are Hyunjin’s first words to Minho after not speaking to him for days.

To his credit, Minho is only speechless for a few seconds. The dove in his hand pecks at him for more headpats before he recovers. “Well, do you have the sword?”

“No, but I think I can get it. When I do though, would you do it? You’re the only one I trust.”

Minho sighs and tosses the bird out of Heaven, grimacing a bit when he hears it squawk. When he faces Hyunjin, he smiles the same smile he did when he talked about Seungmin. “It’s always me, huh? I’ll do you one better. I’ll steal the sword for you. The Archangel’s been pissing me off anyway.”

For once, Hyunjin’s thoughts are not on you but his friend. He imagined that Minho would be willing, but perhaps he’s too willing. “Are you trying to get expelled as well? We can go together.”

“No, I like being immortal. I hate all of the BS I get put through sometimes, but the Archangel can’t kick me out. He swore an oath to me a long time ago before he got promoted, and it’s pretty much unbreakable. Besides, even Heaven needs a scapegoat.”

That explains why virtually no angels interact with Minho, Hyunjin being the exception. He has never heard of the Archangel being oathsworn, though it seems likely that the Archangel wants to keep that a secret.

“How are you going to get it?” Hyunjin asks. “How did Seungmin even get it? The Archangel always has it with him.”

“Seungmin was one of his favorites,” Minho reminds him. “He had easy access to him, and the Archangel trusted him enough to let him borrow it for ‘a study.’ Don’t worry about me though. Just wait for me on Earth. Somewhere where no one goes. I’ll find you, slice off your wings, and the Archangel won’t even know what happened to you.”

“That’s not possible. He always keeps it on him.”

Minho shrugs, a gleam in his eyes. “I’ve done it before. Why do you think I’m the scapegoat?”

Seungmin. For Minho and now Hyunjin, being Seungminned didn’t mean being expelled for being frivolous anymore; it meant leaving of your own accord.

“What happened to him?” Hyunjin asked. “Why didn’t the Archangel grant his divinity back? Someone should have spotted him on Earth.”

Minho’s wry grin was back. “You think the Archangel wanted everyone to find out the golden boy of Heaven no longer wanted to be an angel? Plenty of angels already saw him roaming Earth. It was easier to let everyone think that Seungmin was banished. So when they saw him on Earth, he was just a fallen angel, nothing important.” He nudged Hyunjin’s arm, and the solemn atmosphere vanished. “A troublemaking human isn’t all that bad. Like I said, the twenties are annoying, but they’re manageable. Is he one of those partying types?”

“He goes out sometimes,” Hyunjin carefully replied. Jeongin liked hanging out with his friends and you — mostly you, now that Hyunjin thought about it — but he wasn’t getting blackout drunk every night. At least, Hyunjin hoped he wasn’t. He usually watched over you if you were ever in the vicinity. “Speaking of which, I should check up on him.”

Minho said his goodbyes, and Hyunjin flew back to Earth once he saw that you weren’t with Jeongin. You were studying at your desk, rolling a pen between your fingers, reading through a document on your laptop. The desk light casted a warm glow on your face. You frowned, and your lower lip swelled outwards.

He wished he were human.

Just as Minho said, Hyunjin waits for him to arrive in a secluded part of the university campus. The building rooftop is devoid of anyone, and the area surrounding it is empty as well. The evening turns into night, then night into the early morning when the sky begins lightening. Still, Minho has not come.

He distantly wonders how Jeongin is faring and his promise to Jisung. When he’s human, he’ll ask Jeongin directly, maybe in disguise of a survey: “Why did you break up with your last partner?” Even to him, it sounds stupid. However, that’s not the real reason why he’s giving up his divinity, so it hardly matters to him. Jisung is resourceful; he’ll find out eventually.

Finally, when the sun peeks over the horizon, Minho descends from Heaven, a familiar silver sword in his hand. He lands beside Hyunjin, a triumphant smile on his face. But his usual humor has been replaced with solemnity.

“You’re sure about this?” he asks as he rests the blade on the top of Hyunjin’s wings.

He has never felt so sure of anything in his life. “Yes.”

“It’s going to hurt.”

“Then make it quick.”

Searing pain shoots through his body as the sword pierces through the thin skin and into the bone. The process is not as nearly as seamless as Hyunjin hoped it would be, and Minho breathes heavily as he pushes the blade down. Bones snap, feathers drift to the floor, and blood trickles down his back. The pain only grows greater near the end, but Hyunjin grits his teeth and keeps quiet. Dawn breaks when his wings finally fall to the floor, no longer white but splattered with red. Soon they fade into dust, and the remnants scatter into the wind. His golden halo shatters into sunlight. The world dulls as the last of his powers disappear, but everything feels much better than when he was an angel.

“Thank you,” he whispers to Minho, who he cannot even look at anymore. His eyes would be burned.

“You’re fallen, not quite mortal and not quite divine. You won’t be affected by all of an angel’s power.”

When Hyunjin cautiously glances at him, Minho waves the bloody sword at him. “See?”

“Yeah.” He wanted humanity, but this is good enough for him. He just needs you to be able to see him, hear him, touch him.

“I need to go back before Heaven becomes Hell, but find Seungmin if you can. He can help you figure things out. Last I heard, he’s living somewhere in the mountains.”

“Thank you,” he repeats. “Minho, I can’t even put it into words about how much this means to me. Thank you for everything you’ve done.”

Minho pats his shoulder before stripping off his clean shirt. “Clean yourself before you leave. No one wants to witness a walking crime scene this early in the morning.”

When he flies back to Heaven, the last thing Hyunjin sees are his wings, still pure white.

“Hey,” you said as you laced your fingers with Jeongin’s. He had just finished class, and you had waited for him outside the building. Hyunjin had sat on the other end of the bench, savoring the proximity. That was the closest he would ever get to you. “Are you busy tonight? The skate shop just announced — literally an hour ago, those jerks — that they were doing a midnight drop, and I kind of want a new deck.”

“Ugh, I’ve been meaning to buy new trucks, but I have to meet up with my group tonight. Send me pictures though.”

Disappointment only momentarily flooded through Hyunjin. If it was anything like the last two meetups, it would be at the library, and the library was a safe place. Jeongin would be fine there. Hyunjin would be free to shadow you as you went to the skate shop.

“I can get it for you,” you offered.

He shook his head. “It’s fine. Maybe I’ll just wait for a sale.”

“Don’t be surprised if I do get you new trucks,” you warned. You let go of his hand and held his arm. “I still owe you for last month’s dinner.”

Jeongin shook his head again, a smile making its way onto his face. “You don’t owe me anything but a kiss.”

“Flirt,” you laughed as you pressed your lips to his cheek. “Never change, Yang Jeongin.”

That night at the skate shop, Hyunjin hovered above you as you stood in line, chatting with others. There were no unscrupulous characters around, but he stayed with you, only going back to Jeongin when Jisung insisted. However, by then, Hyunjin had already seen you eyeing the shiny teal trucks through the window. Hyunjin knew nothing about skateboards even after all those months, but you seemed pleased by them.

“You’re only getting trucks for sure?” your brand new acquaintance asked. “This is, like, the biggest drop they’ve ever done.”

You shrugged. “I’m kind of on the fence about the decks I saw on the email. I don’t know. Maybe wheels too?”

Meanwhile, Jisung hissed, “Hyunjin, go before something happens. What if a fight breaks out?”

Hyunjin sincerely doubted that one would happen at the library. He lingered around, taking his time unfolding his wings and stretching them.

“Your boyfriend’s lucky,” your acquaintance sighed.

“Nah, I’m the lucky one.”

Daisies, that’s what he needs right now. Choosing the rooftop of a building was not a smart decision, but the access door is thankfully unlocked, and Hyunjin races down all of the emergency stairs. However, with no form of currency on him, Hyunjin heads to the quad, hoping that he can pull up some dandelions for you. You need to be supported, and bright yellow flowers are just the thing.

What he doesn’t expect though, is to find you doing pop shove its at your usual spot. It’s so early in the day; did you even go back to your apartment to sleep?

“Good morning,” he calls as he walks closer. He waves at you, and you can see him! You tentatively wave back and give him a halfhearted smile. “How are you today? You look beautiful.”

“Thanks, and I’m fine,” you politely reply as you take a step back away from him. “What about you?”

Hyunjin curses in his head and takes another step towards you. “I’m good. Really good, actually. I was wondering if you could teach me how to skateboard. I’m new here, and skateboarding seems like an efficient way to get around.”

You flinch at his words, and he desperately wants to take them back. How did Jeongin do it? Why do his statements come out so stiff? “You seem pretty good at it.”

“Are you not cold?” you blurt out. Hyunjin curses again as he realizes that he’s shirtless. His old one was stained, and Minho’s was as well as the result of his cleanup. This isn’t how it’s supposed to go. “You know, I have to get going, but it was nice meeting you.”

“Hyunjin. My name’s Hyunjin.”

“Nice meeting you, Hyunjin.”

You grab your board and immediately head off to the direction of your apartment. Hyunjin is tempted to follow, but he stays where he is. A bad first impression isn’t the end of the world. The only thing holding him back is his lack of a shirt.

He wanders through the quad, scanning the grass for some flowers. Most of them are the white, fluffy dandelions, but he needs the bright yellow version. However, he takes the white ones anyway in case he can’t find any. The wind scatters the seeds, and he—

“Hyunjin, I told you not to come back.”

Jisung.

Hyunjin turns around, dropping his bouquet onto the ground. To his horror, not only is Jisung present but also the Archangel. His sword is strapped to his side like usual, not a blood splatter tainting it. Minho did an excellent job of cleaning up the crime scene.

“Jisung, Archangel,” Hyunjin nervously greets. The Archangel frightens him now. “How can I help you?”

“Jisung, why did you bring me here?” the Archangel asks. “I have other things to attend to.”

“He’s abandoned his human too many times, and I don’t think he’s fit to be a guardian angel anymore.”

The Archangel grasps the hilt of his sword and studies Hyunjin, up and down, back and forth. He circles him, and Hyunjin can almost feel his mortality-divinity shining through his body. Jisung hasn’t noticed yet, but there is no doubt the Archangel hasn’t.

“Normally,” the Archangel begins, “the punishment for not fulfilling your duties as a guardian angel is being expelled from Heaven. But you have already fallen.”

“What?” comes Jisung’s shocked voice.

“It was a mistake,” Hyunjin tries. Minho’s words ring in his ear: He only expels the ones who don’t want to be. “I thought I wanted humanity, but I’ve realized that being a guardian angel is the best thing that has ever happened to me. Please. Grant me my divinity back. I will never abandon my human again. I will swear an oath if I have to.”

The Archangel smiles with no teeth, and a chill runs down Hyunjin’s spine. “I’m in a forgiving mood today, so I will do just as you ask. Your divinity will be granted back, but you will no longer be a guardian angel. I’m stripping you of those powers and those duties. You will be replaced immediately. It was my mistake for tasking you with such a large responsibility when you weren’t ready yet.”

With just a snap of the Archangel’s fingers, Hyunjin’s senses sharpen, and the world comes hurtling at him. Nothing is dull anymore, but everything feels so dark and wrong. You will never be able to see him, hear him, or talk to him again. And he will never be able to either. Power surges inside of him, and new wings burst through his shoulder blades, fanning out once they reappear. A silver halo hangs over his head. There is no physical pain into becoming immortal again, yet he wishes there was something. Everything he and Minho did was erased with ease.

Hyunjin swallows the lump in his throat. “Thank you,” he chokes out.

“You’re very welcome. Come along now. Only guardian angels are allowed to be on Earth.”

Hyunjin follows the Archangel back to Heaven while Jisung goes after you. The Archangel loudly deliberates on who he should be replaced with, and Hyunjin knows that his request was not granted with kindness. The Archangel informs that he will be a messenger again. Hyunjin barely hears him as he takes one last look at Earth. Jeongin is there. Jisung is there. You are there.

Hyunjin avoids Minho’s eyes as he flies inside the realm behind the Archangel and hides among the rest of the regular angels until he is called to send a message. The higher-ups recognize him, make snide remarks about his demotion, and make pitiful faces at him. He barely registers them. There is a hollowness in him, and no matter how many memories he recalls, it isn’t enough to fill the void.

A few weeks later, Jisung approaches him, but even he stays a healthy distance away. “Hyunjin.” The disdain is clear.

“Jisung.”

“You knew about the reason all along, didn’t you? You were there when it happened.”

“When what happened?”

Realization dawns upon Jisung, and he shakes his head in disgust. “I should have known. You weren’t with him that night because you left him like you always did! You could have done something. Make him fall off his chair or something. Make the girl lose her balance. Instead, both of our humans suffered because you weren’t there.”

“What happened?”

“A girl from his group project randomly kissed him, and he thought he had been leading her on and cheating on his own girlfriend, so he broke up with her because he thought that would be the right thing to do instead of just telling her what actually happened. They’re back together now because he finally got the nerve to give her closure. It took nearly a month. They were miserable for a month. All because of you.”

It stings. “They’re okay now, right?”

“They’re fine, no thanks to you.” Just when Hyunjin thinks he’s going to leave, he takes a step forward, lips curled into sneer. “You know, angels and humans aren’t allowed to be with each other. It’s been forbidden for millenia.”

“I know,” he whispers. “But I loved her, and I had to try.”

“She would have never chosen you anyway.”

He never had a chance, did he?

~ ad.gray

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