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gingernut1314 · 7 months ago

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The Water's Embrace ch. 7

Summary: You and Silco talk about recent events happening within your friend group before one simple act has everything exploding in your faces.

Content: female reader, gendered terms, pre-season 1 arcane, young Vander, young Silco, young Sevika, young reader, young Felicia, young Connol, Nadia & Nikolai are Viktor's parents, silco POV, fear of rejection/ruining friendship, rejection, reader has water manipulation, smoking, slight Arcane season 2/League of Legends spoiler (Janna, Felicia & Connol)

Word Count: 5.9K

Tag List: @miffysoo , @teriyakiitae

A/N: So.....that series finale.....how we feeling about it? I'm feeling unwell SOB. Anywayy here is the next chapter and I hope you all enjoy!!

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Three years later

“Felicia’s pregnant!” You gaped at Silco from where he sat on the edge of the small pool of water you swam in. It was a pool located in the cave you once called home, though nothing but a rotting, makeshift bed remained of that past. Even Janna had left this place.

You had noticed she hadn’t been around much for a year. A long time for her to be away at sea…if she was even out at sea at all.

To say her disappearance didn’t worry you would be a lie. She may be an emotionless wind spirit but she was still the thing that had raised you. You still found love for her in your heart.

You ducked under the surface of the inky black waters, swimming forward till you popped up at the edge of the pool. Silco unbent his legs from his chest only to criss cross them, making it easier to lean closer to you and your utter shock.

“Shocking, right?” Silco's seafoam eyes tracked you as you placed your arms on the stone floor beside him.

“Shocking is quite the understatement.” You let your feet kick aimlessly through the waters, enjoying the feel against your skin. It’d been too long since you’d been swimming like this. “She--with who? Connol?” Silco nodded.

“It would seem.”

“Damn… damn .” Silco nodded in agreement. “What--I mean--I’m happy for her.” Silco raised an eyebrow at you.

“Are you?” He teased.

“ Yes .” You huffed back. “I’m just…worried.” Silco again nodded.

“Yes…as am I.” You scooted closer to him then. “She made us promise to make Zaun a reality for her child.”

“And it will become reality.” You confirmed only for Silco to sigh deeply.

“It’s been years .” He murmured. “We’ve continued to let Piltover stomp all over us. We are no closer to freedom let alone Zuan.”

“You’re giving up?” Silco leveled you with a fierce look.

“Hardly. I’m just tired of waiting and waiting for the “right moment”.” You hesitated before placing your hand on his knee, rubbing your thumb over the fabric. Silco’s eyes tracked the touch before they found yours again.

“I know we’ve all been patient for a long while, but I think we need to be patient a bit longer. Especially now that Felicia is expecting.” Your mind went down a dark train of thought. Of the reality that pregnancies down here so rarely made it to full term. To the reality that, even if her child was born safe and sound, it could kill her. To the reality of just how little food there truly was to go around and how babies were such fragile things that had a tendency to die before they reached the age of one. “We don’t want to stress her more than I’m sure she is now.”

Silco nodded, eyes darkening in those very same thoughts you had just had. He placed his hand over yours, turning it so that it would rest in his palm.

“Do you--” Silco began but seemed to think better of it. You gave his hand a squeeze, pulling yourself further on land to peer more closely into his eyes.

“Do I…? Come on, don’t hold back on me now.” Silco looked over your face slowly. A slowness he had been doing a lot more recently. Not that you minded. You quite liked his attention but it still didn’t help you in your mission to keep your feelings for him smothered.

“Do you wish for children?” You blinked up at him. And blinked again. And again.

“Me? Have…a kid?” Silco shrugged.

“Just curious. We’ve never talked about such things before.” A pinkish hue began to spread over his cheeks. A pinkish color you had missed seeing on him.

“Well, I’ve never really thought about it before. I…really didn’t think I’d make it this far in my life.” Silco smoothed his thumb over the back of your hand in a comforting manner that had you fluttering your feet in the water a bit more. “And not to mention I would be a horrid mother.” Silco scoffed.

“Hardly. You are great with kids.”

“What kids have you seen me interact with?”

“Those kids you helped get away from those enforcers.” You thought back to that day which had happened a year ago. All because a few of them had stolen something for some Topside douchebag. It seemed to give those enforcers some grand idea to not only ruin a perfectly nice day, but to invade the stream and connecting lake kids went to swim around in and use unnecessary force to find the little thieves.

You had been working when it started. Had only showed up because you had been… called there by some tug you still didn’t know what it was. Some tug that felt too much like magic. You’d gotten there just in time to find enforcers trying to drown some of them, others getting dragged away and beaten up, and others trembling in fear looking like they were praying to some god that you knew wouldn’t show up to help them.

You just assumed it had something to do with your magic and their connection to the waters the enforcers were using to try to harm the children with, so you stepped in and ended it.

Of course, you didn’t tell any of your friends that.

Not even Silco, who knew of your magic and who you practically told everything to.

You just told them you had left work early because you were feeling unwell and stumbled upon the scene by accident.

You tried to call out to Janna afterward to see if she knew what that--that calling had been but she had never shown and was nowhere to be found. It was then you first figured out she was missing. Had been missing for a while before.

“They don’t count.” You quickly said.

“Why?”

“Because I hardly even spoke to them,” A lie. They had tried to talk your ear off afterward about your magic, but Silco didn’t need to know that. “And because I said so.” Silco huffed.

“Fine. It doesn’t matter because I’ve seen you interact with Viktor and you do so very well.” You chuckled, a smile blooming at the thought of that kid.

“Viktor is a sweet thing. Only reason I’m good with him. Most kids are like you and I were. Bad-mouthed little ankle biters.” A smile pulled at Silco’s lips.

“I suppose you're right.” You both huffed and chuckled at the thought of your younger years.

“What about you?” You asked as your amusement died out. “Do you want a kid?” Silco fell quiet for a long while. You saw a thousand and one thoughts rush behind his seafoam eyes.

“You have.” You beamed, pulling your hand from his only so you could plant it on the ground, pulling yourself further upward, now at eye level with the very much blushing Silco. “Oh tell me about it, pretty please.” Silco almost seemed to lean away from your eagerness, eyes scanning and scanning over your face as if he couldn’t get enough of it.

“There’s--nothing to tell.” You rolled your eyes on a groan.

“I told you what my opinion on the matter was.”

“Your opinion was hardly a true answer.” You huffed.

“Fine. No. I don’t think I will have kids. There. Now tell me what you’ve thought of.” A heaviness filled his eyes. A heaviness you’d also been seeing him show more and more often. Always when watching you. Always when you said something to him. You thought maybe you had upset him somehow but he was always quick to speak and shove the look away.

“I’ve just thought about it since Felicia’s going to have her own.”

“And…?” You egged him on.

“And I don’t think it could ever become a reality.” You watched him closely. Watched that heaviness flicker through his eyes again.

What was he thinking about? What was he feeling to make his eyes look like that?

“But you would want one? In an ideal world. In Zaun?” Silco watched you just as closely back.

“I…suppose.” You grinned up at him, legs kicking upward and making the water splash about.

“I think you would be a good father.” Silco rolled his eyes.

“Are you just saying that because I said it about you?” You shook your head.

“Nope. You also are good with Viktor.” Silco gave a small huff in amusement.

“Well, Viktor is the ideal child. Very sweet. Doesn’t steal flasks from random strangers off the street and explode them before their very eyes.” Your grin only grew wider as he spoke of your very first meeting.

“Well, I also don’t think he would beat other children up and then refuse help for his boo-boos.” Silco narrowed his eyes, leaning ever closer to you.

“I didn’t get any boo-boos and I won those fights fair and square.”

“And I did go through all that trouble to replace your flask with a much nicer one.” You responded, bringing a finger up to tap at the flask which sat in a pocket on the inside lining of his jacket.

“It is very nice.” You smirked.

“You’re very welcome.” Silco gave another small laugh, lips relaxing into an easy smile. His seafoam eyes started up their scanning of your face all over again. A scan that made your heart beat painfully against the cage you had trapped it in to ward it against whatever deeper feelings you had for him.

Your breath lodged itself in your throat when he brought his hand up to brush away a droplet of water from your cheek. And then to do it again closer to your lips.

You--you didn’t know what to do. Didn’t know whether to pull even closer so that your noses might brush or jump back into the inky waters to disappear from view.

But what you did know is you liked the touch. You wanted it to keep going on and on despite your struggle to fight back your feelings.

Silco said your name softly in question and you thought shit was this--was he going to lean in closer?

“Are you…are you human?” The question took you off guard. Made quickly reel back all those feelings you had stupidly let slip from your iron hold of them.

“What kind of a question is that?” You huffed, letting your body dip back into the waters, your hands the only thing still holding you to the surface. “Of course I am.” But Silco continued to watch you too carefully. “Why did you even ask me that?”

“Because…you feel different somehow.” Silco shrugged like you weren’t talking about the one topic you avoided speaking of like the plague.

“Are you trying to piss me off?” Silco sighed your name.

“I’m serious. Magic is rare.”

“You know I don’t like talking about it.” You fully let go of the pool edge then, making to disappear like you had first thought until Silco’s hand shot downward, grabbing hold of your wrist. The action nearly had your heart stopping in your chest.

“You once told me you trusted me enough to tell me those things. That you wanted me to know.” That pink cross over his cheeks once more, burning brighter than before. “It's…just me.”

Even when you wished to forget about your feelings for him, even when you wished to not talk of your magic, you knew you couldn’t deny him.

Not ever.

It was a flaw. Something that should have been corrected a long time ago but was left to fester and grow within you like a fungus.

“I…know I was born. Only humans are born, right?”

“Magic is mysterious.” You huffed.

“You don’t need to tell me that.” You thought of Janna. Of all the things she had told you in your youth.

You thought of that calling . Of how those kids had been praying for help before you had arrived.

“Maybe…maybe I am but I’m…not?” Silco blinked at you, looking just as confused as you felt. “You remember I told you how my guardian found me, yes?” Silco nodded.

“When you were small. In the water.” You nodded back at him.

“She’s…well she’s not human.” Silco's eyes sparked at this.

“Truly?”

“Annoyingly so. Her “human” body isn’t even human. It’s more elven and even then you can tell she’s other.” Silco gently pulled you back towards the edge of the pool as you spoke and you let him without any fuss. “She spends most of her time as The Winds. She’s old. Came here when The Gray first came to be.”

“Winds… your guardian is--she’s real?” Of course, he knew of Janna. Most miners did. She uses most of her energy trying to keep them safe from the choking smog that seeped through the tunnels they were forced to work in; it was only natural for them to appreciate her, even when some didn’t believe.

“Yes, but she’s a lot more irritating than you all give her credit for.” Silco chuckled then.

“She took you in because of your magic?” You nodded.

“She says our magic was what led her to me. I don’t know much else besides that.” You answered, worrying your lip between your teeth. “You said I feel different? Like in a bad way?”

“What? No. Like--other. Like…you’ve always given me the feel of the sea, even when I’ve never been sailing out on it. Like if I were to close my eyes right now, you might melt into the very waters you are in.” He paused for a moment, eyes flickering over your features once more. Something like…worry? Nervousness growing at what he was about to say. “When you hold me, I feel as if I am in the water's embrace.”

“And…is that a bad feeling? Feeling like water has hold of you--like it might drag you under?” You asked, voice coming out low as if scared of the answer.

“No. Never.” He spoke quickly. “I find…peace.” Your heart beat just a bit faster then.

“You don’t let me hug you often. How can I believe you?” You asked, partially teasing so that you could try to regain some semblance of control over yourself. You thought, almost hoped , he would tease you back, but what you hadn’t expected was him to stand and begin pulling his jacket off. “W-what are you doing?” Your eyes flew wide as he kicked his shoes off, leaving him in his patched-up socks.

Your eyes only grew wider when he pulled his shirt off. The first grayish-white layer came off, followed quickly by his bright red shirt, giving you a full view of that thin, yet undoubtedly strong body he typically kept hidden beneath it all.

You weren’t completely unfamiliar with seeing him shirtless. You had once lived at The Last Drop and the boys had a tendency to sleep in nothing but their boxers.

But it didn’t matter because you hadn’t seen him in such a way in years . And you couldn’t help yourself as you looked over every inch of exposed skin. Drank in every scar, bruise, and lean plain he was made up of. Drank in that blush that grew richer and spread down the sides of his neck.

Couldn’t help but feel yourself grow restless at the sight of him.

“Silco, what are--what are you doing? ” You repeated, not knowing what else to say in that moment.

“I can’t swim.” And before you could ask another question or shout at him to stop, he was cannonballing into your pool. You panicked at his warning, diving instantly after him.

It didn’t take you long to find him, your magic helping you feel for him in the darkness. You quickly grabbed and yanked him back to the surface, where he gave a gasp for air.

“What the fuck!” You hissed, struggling a bit to keep both of you above the surface. To ease the struggle you commanded the waters to flow beneath him to keep him up. But he didn’t seem at all bothered by this, because the sound of his laughter filled your ears.

Laugher that had your annoyance dissipating nearly all at once.

“Since when can you not swim?” You shouted as you began to swim him across the small pool till your feet found the sandy bottom in the shallows. You watched him move a bit of his long hair that had fallen out of his bun behind his ear as he found his footing.

A loose bit of hair your fingers itched in their want to move for him.

“Since forever.” He spoke between his dying laughter.

“Well get ready 'cause I’m going to teach you. Ridiculous.” You huffed with a playful shake of your head. You knew he was stubborn and hesitant to ask for anything for himself but this was something you could have taught him a long time ago.

You had taught Sevika to swim so she wouldn’t be so nervous to sail on your Boss’ ship. Taught Vander and even helped teach Viktor, despite his leg.

Swimming was essential. It could make the difference between life and death. Especially since your friend group was always messing around on the docks.

You went to pull your arm away from where you had it wrapped around his waist, but Silco grabbed your forearm, stopping you. Your skin began to burn so hot you thought it might evaporate the water clinging to it.

“If you insist.” His voice came out softer than you would have thought it would.

Why was--you were again confused.

Confused about him jumping into your pool and about why he was trying to be so…so close to you all of a sudden.

“Yeah. I do.” You playfully snapped back. Silco’s lips pulled into an easy smile, his fingers drawing lazy circles over your skin that was making your brain buzz loudly . Making you feel all fidgety on the inside.

Making you suddenly remember he was shirtless. That you were practically shirtless except for the ratty sports bra you typically wore to swim.

“But…why?” Silco’s seafoam eyes glanced towards your lips as you spoke.

“To show you.” He simply said. Words that only further confused you.

“I--show me what?” Silco chuckled, bringing his other hand up to brush more water off your cheek. To hold it. To make your mind switch off and leave you only able to think about him touching your face and arm. At how close he was.

“To show you that I don’t think anything about you is a bad thing.” Your lips parted on the slightest shuddering inhale. “That I would willingly slip away in your waters because I would be surrounded by you. Because it's you.”

“Silco--I--” You didn’t know what to say. What to do . Could hardly even think past the pounding in your ears. Not when he was coming closer .

How was he getting that close?

Why ?

“I don’t--I don’t know what to say to that.” You managed to breathe out, eyes flickering from his thin lips to his seafoam eyes which were full of that--that heavy look again.

A look that, now that you were so close, made you think it was longing .

Longing for--for you?

“You don’t have to say anything if you don’t wish.” You swallowed the growing dryness in your mouth back, only for your lips to all but gasp back open when you felt the tip of his nose brush against yours.

“What…what are you doing?” You whispered, fingertips digging lightly into the skin of his side as if to ground yourself. To make sure that this was real. That this wasn’t some messed up dream.

“Showing you.” He whispered right back, breath ghosting over your lips.

He inched closer ever slowly. So slow as if to give you a moment to say something more. To push him away. To stop him.

Lips brush against your lips, sending a shock through your spine. A tingling warmth that stuck to your lips and pressed closer till he was kissing you.

This…this was happening.

It was finally happening after years of pining after him. After dreaming of this very moment.

It was-- intoxicating .

Driving you to seek more to sate that drug-like addiction his lips were poured into you. A rough yet gentle hand moved over your skin to find rest on your back. A hand that guided you ever closer .

And yet--yet even though you finally had it, your brain began shouting at you.

Why?

Why now?

Why when he had never once tried before?

Why on some random Wednesday?

Why when just last Wednesday you had seen him with another girl? A girl Benzo had laughingly congratulated him on finally winning over.

Why when he had been pining after someone else?

Why, why, why?

You shoved abruptly away, water sloshing at your legs as if to try and soothe your hurt.

“Are--” Silco started, breath heavy on his lips from the recent lack of it. “Are you alright?” He sounded almost--nervous. Anxious as you continued to place distance between you and him.

Game .

He likes to play the game. You’ve seen it multiple times before.

He’s bored. He got bored and wanted a challenge. Or maybe he thought he could win the game against you easily?

You didn’t want to play. Not when you truly had feelings for him. Not when playing would only get your feelings hurt.

Your eyes burned as you started out of the water, grabbing for your bag which held your overlayers.

“I should get back.” You somehow managed to get out past your tightening throat.

“Back? Get back where?” The sound of the water moving alerted you to Silco’s exiting the pool. You quickly tugged the dress you had packed on over your soaked skin and clothes.

“I--uh--Sevika. She’s waiting for me.” You pressed your fingers into your right eyelid, trying to rub away that burning.

“Sevika--wait a moment.” But you didn’t wait. You slung your tote over your shoulder and started for the cave mouth. “Wait--” Silco grabbed your wrist in his hand, fingers feeling even colder thanks to the chill air and their dampness from the water. “I--are you not going to look at me?” You ran your free hand over your mouth to keep him from hearing your elevated and shaky breath. “I didn’t mean--I’m sorry if I overstepped. I just--well I thought…” His voice died out then, leaving his words hanging in the air.

“It’s okay.” You schooled your face as best you could into that of its normal easy-going features before you turned to face him. His face was in that same calm it usually sat but his eyes--his eyes were raging like a stormy sea. So many emotions flashing through those eyes you could hardly even pick up on one of them.

“No. No, it’s not. I--I overstepped. I can see I’ve upset you.” You shook your head, all but yanking a smile to your lips.

“It’s okay. Really. I just--I have to get going.” Silco watched you for a moment longer. A moment when that heaviness returned to wrestle with the rest of those emotions in his eyes.

“I--why do I feel like you are?” He asked softly. And just as softly you pulled your wrist from his hand. A hand whose fingers dragged along your own as if to weakly try to keep you there.

“I’m fine.” You held your hand to your chest as if his touch had burned you. As if to keep your heart shielded. “I’ll…I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?” Silco watched you as you began to back away again.

“Okay.” You gave him one last, all too forced smile before rushing from the cave. A rush that grew into a run as your eyes blurred and your mind screamed at you for letting him get so close. Screamed at you for being such a coward.

Silco stood in that dank cave for a while. Just staring at the exit which you had rushed out of. Just thinking and thinking and thinking about what had gone wrong? About why the hell he had tried to kiss you in the first place when you didn’t want to.

He thought you wanted to. He thought he finally saw that you might want to…with him .

He was wrong.

Very much wrong and now he had upset you.

Very much so.

Silco pulled his clothes back on and made his way out of your childhood home.

Why had he done that?

It was so stupid. So, so stu--

Gods but he had wanted to. Had wanted to ever since you had saved him from that gang on the docks when you were teens. Had wanted to ever since you had told him you wouldn’t tell Vander of his failure and meant it.

He’d chased many girls before. Had caught many of them too, but you-- you …he didn’t want to chase them like he wanted to chase you. You who he would risk drowning in the sea if it meant he could be by your side.

But…you didn’t want that. Obviously, you didn’t want that. He was just trying to figure out why he had been so stupid in his thinking you might want to chase him back.

The Last Drop was rather packed for a Wednesday night. Though, he guessed it made sense, wanting to have a little fun and drink your sorrows away when cave-ins had started to become more frequent. When enforcers were marching through the streets looking for blood anywhere they could get it.

Silco glanced towards the table he and his friends usually occupied and instantly regarded doing so. Regretted it because Sevika sat there, blunt between her lips as she smirked triumphantly at an easy win against Connol and Felicia.

You were nowhere in sight. He scanned over the entirety of the bar to make sure of it.

“Did she come find you?” Silco couldn’t have stopped his feet and mouth from moving even if he had wanted to. Sevika hardly glanced up at him as Connol began to deal out more cards for a new game.

“Who?” A frustrated hiss shot from Silco’s grit teeth at Sevika’s words, hand all but slamming down on the table before her. Sevika blinked slowly at this. Blink slowly, leaning back in her seat to look at him near bored.

“Who else would I be looking for?” Sevika pulled her blunt from her lips, blowing a line of smoke into his face he only narrowed his gaze at.

“I don’t know, Silco. You go lookin’ around for lots of girls.” Silco gruffed, pulling away from the table.

You hadn’t come to find her. You would be by her side trying and failing to win the game if you had.

He couldn’t help the small hurt that flashed through his chest at the lie you had given him. At your…your rejection of him.

His eyes snagged on Felicia then, who was giving Silco an almost knowing smile. Caught on her pink painted fingernails running through Connol’s short cropped hair.

A small touch. One Silco ached to feel from you.

“You okay?” Felicia asked, pulling Silco from his hurt-filled thoughts.

“I’m fine.” Felicia hummed, looking like she didn’t believe him at all.

“You two got into a fight huh?” Silco narrowed his eyes down at his friend.

“Hardly.” She gave another hum, keeping that amused disbelief plastered on her face.

“Really? She is the only one who gets you all fussy like this.” Normally, Silco would laugh and play along but--but not now. Not tonight.

“Keep your nose out of it. It’s none of your concern.” Silco snapped too harshly. A harshness Felicia only shrugged at but one that pulled Connol’s rust-colored eyes to look up at him.

“No need to take it out on Felicia, yeah?” He spoke calmly. A calm that carried a very loud warning to back off within it.

“You heard the guy. Nothing to take out. She’s not bothering him. He’s unbothered.” Sevika chimed in, only making Silco’s mood worse. Felicia rolled her eyes, patting Connol’s shoulder as she started to stand.

“Let’s talk, Silco.” Felicia nodded towards the bar.

“There is nothing to talk about.” He tried to keep the bite from his voice, but it slashed through his words regardless. “There was no fight. There was nothing. Nothing--”

You came through the doors then, dripping water everywhere. More water than you had left the cave with.

He knew instantly you must have run to the docks and dove into the waters there.

“Here we go,” Sevika muttered, only adding fuel to the fire burning in Silco’s belly.

You caught sight of him and almost paled . Like you thought he wouldn’t be here. Of course, he would be here. He lived here.

“Go for a swim?” Silco couldn’t stop the words from spilling from his lips as you came closer.

“Uh--yeah.” You spoke as you came to a stop before him and the table.

“You said you needed to go find Sevika.” You glanced Sevika’s way like she might give you an answer. An answer Silco knew she wouldn’t provide just by the sound of her shuffling cards.

“I can’t go swim?”

“You had just come from a swim.” He could see your frustration beginning to boil in your eyes. Could see he was toeing a very dangerous line and he knew he shouldn’t be this--this hurt. Knew he was only lashing out to lash out but he just couldn’t stop himself.

Why couldn’t he stop?

Why couldn’t he just walk away ?

“What does it matter to you?” You quickly questioned back.

“It matters because you lied .” He responded just as fast. You rolled your eyes at him.

“I’m not in the mood for this.” You huffed, but Silco wasn’t done.

“If you lied about such a simple thing as going to see a friend, then how do I know you aren’t lying about other things?” Stop . He needed to stop but his hurt was too strong. Was awakening his anger which he had been trying to keep under control ever since he was a kid.

“What--” You have a huff in your own anger. “If I lied then you lied.”

“There was no lie.” You watched him for a long moment. A moment that had your own hurt flash through your eyes. A hurt he had seen flashing through them when you had left earlier.

“I am not in the mood for your game, Silco. Never have been.” You all but hissed at him. Game? What game? He didn’t know what you were talking about. “But there are plenty here that might want to give it a go.” Silco pulled closer so that he could lean down to catch your eyes fully.

He thought of your lips. Of how soft they had felt against his. How they held a bit of salt from the waters you both had just swam through. How you had kissed him back .

Why had you kissed him back? Why did you run away?

“And what is that supposed to mean?” You bore your dagger-sharp anger right back into his eyes.

“It means go find someone to fuck and leave me be.” Silco felt those daggers skewer right through him at your words.

“Maybe I will.” Again that hurt flashed through your eyes. Hurt you quickly masked with anger.

“Go do it then.” You shot back.

“Fine.” Silco shrugged.

“Fine.” You mimicked. Neither of you moved. Not until Vander’s voice filled the space between you.

“What’s goin’ on you two?” You were the first to look away. He watched your eyes shift when they fell onto Vander. Soften.

Oh , it made his blood boil. Made his fists clenched so tight his fingernails dug into his palms.

“I was just leaving.” You pulled a half smile to your lips that had Vander sighing.

“You just got here, sweethea--”

“Don’t call her that.” Silco snapped before he could even think. Vander turned his cool, gray eyes onto him then, a frown pulling deeply at his lips.

A finger was shoved into Silco’s chest, a small pain blooming there. It was you and you looked very much over his poor behavior.

“He can call me whatever the fuck he wants to call me.” You bit, pressing your finger harder into him. “You don’t get any say in that.”

“Oh yes, I--”

“ Enough ,” Vander commanded, cutting Silco off from saying anything further. “What the hell’s got you two like this now?”

“Nothing!” You and Silco both hissed. You both turned to find the other's eye again.

Hurt . That’s all he saw in your eyes.

Gods Silco was an ass. Gods Silco had messed up.

“Nothing happened.” You spoke in a too- quiet voice. Said it like you were speaking directly to Silco. Your finger fell away from his chest then. He wanted to grab your wrist to keep it there, but his body couldn’t seem to move. “I just came to say hi. I’m…busy.” Vander sighed through his nose at your words, but nodded.

“Alright, sweetheart.” The nickname had always grated at Silco’s nerves, but it shredded at them tonight.

Silco watched you walk back through the bar. Watched you slam open the doors and let them slam shut behind you.

He almost ran after you. He should have run after you but…he was still too angry. Too hurt. Too stubborn .

Felicia gave Connol another loving pat on the shoulder before rushing after you herself, not sparing him a single glance as she left. Sevika grumbled at this, throwing the cards back into the table.

“What happened?” Vander asked again, voice more stern then it had been with you around. Silco waved him off.

“You heard her. Nothing.” He made to walk past Vander to head to his room, but his brother grabbed his arm and pulled him to a stop.

“You two butt heads a lot. Enough I can see this was different.” Silco yanked his arm from Vander’s hold on a scoff.

“Leave out of it.”

“You made a move on her?” Silco leveled Vander with a look that had made many before turn tails and beat it. But not him. Not his brother.

The worst part was that Vander had always hit the nail on the head when it came to Silco’s feelings for you.

“Just talk to her. Tell her what you're feeling . ” Vander had told Silco many many times over the span of time they’d known you. Silco had always brushed his brother off. Always denied his feelings for you. But Vander was no fool. He knew.

“Nothing happened.” Silco insisted, though his voice having lost a bit of its bite was a sure give away that something did .

“I hope to the gods you meant it. She’s our family . Not someone you can have your fun with and leave.” He let go of Silco’s arm then.

He wanted to hiss sharp words at his brother. Wanted to use the man as his own personal punching bag, but Silco’s feet were moving before they even caught up with his brain.

They brought him up the stairs, down the small hallways, and up onto the roof where he fit a cigarette between his lips and watched as you marched off back through the dark streets.

His lips itched to call out for you to come and have a smoke with him. To come sit with him and talk about anything .

But again, he didn’t. Just watched and willed the heavy smoke filling his lungs to ease the onslaught of thoughts and feelings rushing through him.

Nothing.

There has always been nothing.

Though it didn’t hurt any less, knowing he could never have you.

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qiyutism · 3 months ago

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my rafayel headcanon

this is all really just my own thoughts and ramblings about his character based on how he acts in game, with some extra creative liberties taken by my brain lol. if you agree, cool! if not, cool! these are just my thoughts :)

also, at the end, theres a plug to a little fic that im currently writing based on my hcs of rafayel, so if you wanna be tagged when i post that, feel free to reply!!

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i think rafayel is so deeply afraid of being abandoned or forgotten by mc. which i think this is pretty obvious just based on how his character is in-game (myths, lore-wise, certain cards, etc) but i think its more than just the typical bratty persona that the fandom has kinda put on him. i think that he has it bad.

he's really clingy because he's so deeply terrified that if he isn't constantly around and close to mc that she'll leave or just forget about him, and he very frequently needs reassurance that this isnt the case. he's sadly plagued by their past (that mc doesnt even remember, which makes his worries even worse) and just doesnt ever want to lose her again.

he has a bad habit of always assuming the worse when mc is bombarded with work for long periods of time (or just anything that requires her to be away for an extended period of time) and he worries (to the point of genuine concern for his physical and mental health at times) that mc has fallen out of love with him or forgotten him. he'll sometimes fall down this spiral of bad thoughts until something (or someone, hint hint) brings him back down to earth again and he sees the truth

i know some of the fandom always pegs him as the silly, bratty, playful type, but to me, thats clearly all a cover up for how deeply in love he is with mc and just how much he cant and simply refuses to let her go. yeah he's very dramatic and playful at times, but i think between the lines, he's really serious and it comes from his fear. like, if you leave him alone and dont interact with him for even a few seconds in destiny cafe, he gets to saying things like:

"we can lose ourselves in our own world, but not for too long."

"i wonder ... when will you start blurting things out again?"

"you became quiet all of a sudden. im not used to it."

and the more obvious line of course: "miss bodyguard, can you give me some attention?"

like its clear that even though he says it in a playful tone, hes very serious about wanting you near and constantly interacting with him, because he doesn't want you to leave.

but anywayy, i really said all that to say that im currently writing a fic that really shows just what im talking about regarding his fear of abandonment. its my first time really writing a fic (especially one as long as it looks like this one will be 😭) but if you would like to be tagged whenever i post it then please feel free to reply and let me know! it would be greatly appreciated <33

#just some headcanons and ramblings #love and deepspace #love and deepspace rafayel #rafayel love and deepspace #rafayel x reader #lads rafayel #love and deep space rafayel #rafayel x mc #rafayel edit #rafayel x y/n #rafayel x you

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prodagustd · 10 months ago

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the road not taken 04 | myg

part four: a wish

Summary: Were you about to go crazy if you started to consider that Yoongi felt something for you?

—pairing: lawyer!yoongi x actress!oc

—rating: +18

—genre: brother's best friend, one sided pinning (or both?)

—warnings/tags: slow burn, angst, FLUFF ❤️‍🩹, eventual smut, angst, sexual tension!!!!! flashbacks, ANGST!! mentions of sex 👀Btw english is not my first language!

—words: 9.6k

—a/note: hiiii friends!!! i'm glad to say that it didn't take me six months to post this :D. I genuinely went through the most stressful two months of my life so I'm really proud that I could finish this chapter while trying to survive this thing called being an adult!! Anywayy, I’m excited for this chapter but I’m MORE EXCITED FOR THE NEXT ONE… 👀 so please have patience with this story!!! I promise it’s worth it hehehe. As always, you are more than invited to discuss this chapter in the asks, feedback is always welcomed <3 this one is very fluffy i hope you enjoy ittt. (Also if you read a typo, no you didn’t)

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Four years ago

Seven days before New Year’s Eve

Were you too naive to still believe your father when he said that you were granted a wish every Christmas? He used to say that every year when he was still around and you were still a kid, when the clock struck twelve you could wish anything you wanted, as long as it wasn’t something material or more presents, you had to wish for something special, something that made you happy.

The last Christmas before your father passed away you were seven years old and still believed in Santa Claus. That year, for some reason, your wish slipped your mind, you forgot about it completely. You stayed at your house, watched movies the whole day in your pajamas and at midnight your parents let both you and Simon open only one present before sending you to bed. You remembered how your father chased you to the stairs to tickle you until you cried of laughter and how good the cookies your mother made that night were, perhaps that year you were too happy to remember making a wish, perhaps what you had was enough. When you woke up the next morning, you were sad that you had wasted it, but your father, wise as ever, told you not to worry. He said that it was like you were saving your wish for the next year — maybe then it would be stronger, and maybe, since you waited, you would have a better chance of it coming true.

By the time Christmas came the following year your father was already gone, and with him all the magic of the world. You had to grow up, you stopped making wishes and tried to stop believing in stories, but it was difficult when his words were still at the back of your mind like some sort of tradition every holiday season. Despite knowing that magic didn’t exist and perhaps not a single wish of yours had ever come true, you still couldn't help but believe you still had your last wish, and everytime the idea of finally making it crossed your mind, you stopped to tell yourself you could still wait another year, just to be sure.

That morning you saw Yoongi leaned over his car, adjusting his cap as he saw you walking over to him and you thought about your saved wish for the first time this year. And then again when he grabbed your hand to drag you out of the room, or when he waited for you at the bottom of the stairs before leaving the house, but you wouldn’t admit it, not even to yourself.

He dragged you all across your grandmother’s hometown as if you didn’t know it like the palm of your hand, as if the streets weren’t filled with kids running and whole families doing last-minute gift shopping, but he didn’t seem to care, so for once, you didn’t let it annoy you either. You observed the happy families and the kids playing in the snow, and sat in the park for as long as the cold weather allowed.

It was like you entered a trance, you tried to fight the urge to snap out of the moment and talked and talked the whole afternoon about everything and nothing at the same time, Yoongi listened and laughed while playing with the ends of your hair, pushing you closer to the edge of illusion. If you weren’t so adamant to stay in that blurry haze, you would’ve done something to stop him, you would’ve push his hand away when he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, you would’ve hated how easy it was for him to play dumb, how natural it was to touch you without feeling something was wrong. You ignored it instead, you ignored him and his wandering hands and the fact that he didn’t dare to mention the moment you shared in the closet, nor the way your noses brushed together, or how his fingers hugged your waist as if you weren’t just friends. Even if you would’ve died for him to say a word about it, to tease you, to attempt to make fun of you just to know that what happened was real and not something you dreamt last night.

If you were really dreaming, you held on to your sleep for a while. When Yoongi found that secondhand bookstore five blocks away from the park, he grabbed your hand when you ran across the street before the traffic lights turned green and stayed inside wandering the aisles with him, you let him lean over to whisper jokes in your ear and you punched his arms when he made you laugh a little bit too loud. You tried to keep your voices low and made a list of books to read the following year. You didn’t buy any of them but you read the prologues and the author’s biographies like it was the most interesting thing in the world. You waited for Yoongi when he started to talk with an old man about a book he needed for college and, when he felt you drifting away, he hooked one of his fingers on the belt loop of your jeans and pulled you close to him again. You felt his hands on your waist, keeping you pressed against the side of your body while he pretended to be focused on the conversation, but he was focused on something else. His long fingers played with the waistband of your jeans as your chest felt tight and your breath felt heavier. Maybe you were beginning to go insane, maybe you had a fever and everything was just a product of your imagination, but a tiny voice inside your head quietly suggested that maybe this time you weren’t insane, maybe it was just him.

It was getting dark outside, and you were supposed to be home anytime soon, but he turned his head to you and whispered in your ear that you should save a seat at the coffee shop next door and wait for him while he paid for the book. Even if it was cold and snowing neither of you wanted to return home yet, so you agreed. You made your way to the cute little coffee shop adorned with Christmas lights and sat on a table to wait for him to arrive at the table, until you saw him entering the shop with a book wrapped in brown wrapping paper in his hands.

You observed him approaching with your face on the palms of your hands, you watched his eyes scanning the place until they found you in some poor illuminated corner. He smiled, his eyes never left yours as he made his way to your table, and when he sat in front of you, he slid the book towards you.

“This is for you.” He simply said, crossing his arms over his chest like it was no big deal.

You frowned, confused. Did Yoongi get you some lawyer book? You didn’t know, you grabbed the wrapped book in your hands and scanned it as if you were able to see through the envelope. “The book you needed for college?”

“It’s not that.” He huffed. “It’s a present.”

You tried to bite back a smile, but you failed. “Is this your way to tell me you forgot to buy me a Christmas present?” You joked, making him roll his eyes.

“C’mon, you know me.” He said “I would never give you a Christmas present before Christmas, are you crazy?”

You laughed “So is this not a Christmas present?” You inquired, teasing him.

“It is a Christmas present, but not the Christmas present that I got for you.” He tried to clarify, and it sounded confusing but you understood him anyway.

You nodded, tearing the wrapping paper to reveal that Yoongi just bought you an Anne Sexton poetry book, the title “Love Poems” shinned in red on the cover, making you hold your breath for a second.

You raised your gaze from the book to find his eyes, which were looking at you expectantly, the same way someone looked at the moon, yearning. The same way you were looking at him.

“How did you know…?” The question died in your lips.

“I just know.” He cheekily said, and that was enough.

You know me, he said, and you felt your heart aching when you realized that Yoongi knew you too, and it was becoming impossible to escape from it.

You spent these past weeks trying to make it disappear, but there it was again, that strange feeling you felt in your chest, like something tugged from a string tied to your heart to try and steal it away. You were sure Yoongi thought he had his ways with you, that he was some kind of genius that knew exactly what to say and what to do to erase the frown from your face and make you laugh, but the truth was that he didn’t need to do much effort to win you over, the truth was that he already had you. He had you then, and he had you now and you weren’t sure if that was ever going to change, but today you didn’t care, you let him walk you home as he wrapped his arms around your shoulders like that warm wouldn’t chill you to the bone when he left.

You had successfully gone through dinner without having to answer questions about college, or your future, or anything about yourself at all, part of it was because your grandmother didn’t ask any questions to begin with. Maybe you were a bit jealous that she seemed more interested in Eva, your cousin, who was a biochemist and just got engaged, or Aidan, your other cousin, who was just admitted into college, or even Yoongi, who was about to graduate, however, you felt relieved that the attention was not focused on you. You were used to your family thinking that you were a thirteen year old teenager and not a twenty one year adult, the attention was never really on you, sometimes it bounced on you accidentally like a ball and, from time to time, you got to share a glimpse of information about your life, but most of the time your mother answered for you as if you were a kid in the hospital room, trying to include you in conversations and talking about your own projects, and that was enough for everyone.

In the past, your mother had sat you down several times to explain that your grandmother was never an easy woman, she reassured you that her judgmental behavior was a reflection of herself, not of you. She always offered to let you stay at home if you wanted to, but you refused only for the rest of the family, you could stand being with your grandmother if that meant being with the rest of them. And you learnt to endure it all: your grandmother’s judging look, all the talking about your cousin’s achievements, their goals, projects, flawless record, and the fact that everyone seemed to be finding their paths except for you. You had to learn to pretend you were happy for them and not jealous, you took several breaths and moved on, and for a while you thought that after two decades of your life you had finally mastered the art in not giving a fuck about what your family thought about you, until today when you ran to hide in the closet so they wouldn’t find you.

You had to work on that, you knew that, but at least for now the blatant disinterest for your life spared you from having to explain your life crisis, at least Yoongi was by your side, redirecting attention to him and the real question everyone wanted to ask but no one dared, a question that eclipsed any other topic of conversation: what was happening between the two of you?

You looked at him next to you, charming as ever, talking with your uncle across the table. He decided to put on his glasses, his cheeks were pink and the sleeves of his blue sweater were rolled up to his elbows, his arm was casually resting on the top rail of your chair and every time he made a joke he looked at you to check if you were laughing. Every attempt he made to try to make you part of the conversation made your heart swell, but you were more than happy just observing him blending into your family as if he were part of it; you wanted to be as clueless as everyone on the table and believe that Yoongi could be sitting next year at this very same table to be there for you, for a moment you allowed yourself to dream of a reality where he saved you from every family gathering like he was doing tonight.

From the tip of your nose to the tip of your toes you felt warm, almost as if you had a fever. It was probably because you were still wearing your black sweater inside the house or because the memory of the book Yoongi gave you kept your cheeks burning red, or maybe because when dinner was over and your family lingered over the table for the longest time they could, you saw Yoongi tilting his head towards the stairs, meaning it was time to go to bed.

There was a couple differences between this weekend and the night Yoongi slept with you after coming back from The Alley, that night you wouldn’t have ask him to stay over if you were sober, and he most likely wouldn’t have stay if he wasn’t high, tonight you had to share the room, but it was impossible for you not to be dramatic and always make big deals out of small things. Unlike you, Yoongi didn’t flinch when you told him you were going to sleep in the same room, you failed to remember that you were the one who had a decade-long crush on him and not the other way around.

Now the house was quiet and everyone was scattered around the floors, your cousins were in the living room with your uncle, your grandmother was already in bed, your mom was in the kitchen washing the dishes and Yoongi was upstairs, waiting for you. Before going with him, you changed into your pajamas and went to the kitchen to steal a few cookies that your mother cooked for tomorrow morning. You could wait a few hours more to eat the cookies, but you were desperately trying to look for an excuse to prolong the moment you entered the room you were sharing with the man upstairs.

You entered the kitchen, making your mother turn around from the sink to take a quick look at you before coming back to the dishes. “Are you already going to sleep?” She asked, a curious tone on her voice.

“Yeah, but I wanted to grab a few cookies first, is that okay?” You inquired, already opening the cabinet above her head to grab a big plate.

“Just a few, remember they’re for everyone.” She warned, and you hummed in response, knowing that you were going to grab more than just a few.

The room fell silent for a moment, you heard the water running and your dragging feet making their way to the cookies on the counter before she raised her voice again. “Are they for you and Yoongi?”

You hummed again “Yes, just a few, I promise.” You said, grabbing what it seemed to be a whole batch of cookies to put on the plate.

You tried to be quick, putting an extra cookie for the road between your teeth and turning around to escape from your mother before she could see you and scold you for stealing way too many cookies. Trying not to make any noise, as if that could make you invisible, you made your way towards the door to escape, but when you thought you were about to succeed, you heard the nickname your mom used for you from the corner of the room, stopping you in your tracks.

“Wait, darling.” You heard her tone of voice, surprised that it wasn’t annoyed, but rather motherly.

You turned around slowly with your guard up, as if in that way she wouldn’t notice the cookie between your teeth. You took it out of your mouth, hiding it behind your back.

“Yes?” You answered, remaining calm. You would not give yourself away when you already made this far.

She closed the faucet, turning around to face you. Her eyes fell upon you, offering you an apologetic smile, which was weird, it was the kind of smile she gave you when she knew she was about to upset you. It wasn’t the kind of face someone who was about to scold you would make, she looked hesitant, almost worried.

“I wanted to-... I mean, I wanted to ask you about something.” She said, stumbling with her own words. Her eyes were not focused on the plate on your hands, not even in your face completely, like she was trying to avoid your eyes. You felt a rush of nervousness running down your body and quickly dissipating, you didn’t know why.

“About what?” You inquired, wiping the crumbs from your mouth.

She sighed, playing with the towel in her hands to keep her hands busy. “I know you don’t want me to be all over your business, and I’m aware you are not a teenager anymore, but I can’t help worrying a little bit.” She explained, or at least she tried.

You frowned, more confused than ever. The conversation seemed to be taking a completely different path than you thought five seconds ago.

“What do you mean, mom?” You said, taking a step forward, what did this have to do with the cookies?

Your mom pursed her lips, hesitating for a microsecond until the words finally came out of her mouth. “You are already a woman, darling, so I wanted to know if you are… cautious.” She pronounced, making emphasis on the last word and letting it sink in the air, but you still didn’t understand what she was talking about.

“Cautious with what?” You must've looked like a total fool, asking once again what she meant, but your mother seemed to want you to understand without having to explain.

She shifted in her place and you saw a flash of embarrassment in her eyes, but it quickly disappeared. “With Yoongi, I mean.” She said, making the name resonate in your ears “I know you’re both adults and you can do whatever you want, but I wanted to make sure that you are using protection.”

The realization fell upon you like a ton of bricks, each word she uttered felt like a different punch to your stomach. You opened your eyes widely, almost choking with your own spit. “What? No, mom-” You wanted to interrupt her, but she was quick to talk over you.

“I just want to make sure!” She said like she was apologizing “I don’t mean to be invasive, but it’s important to me that you’re being safe.”

You winced, feeling your face burning as you began stuttering “Me and Yoongi…-We are not, I mean-”

“Honey,” She stopped you, looking at you like she was a sex education teacher trying to explain why you should use protection. “I was not born yesterday, I see things happening, and believe me, I have no problem with you sharing a room, but I can’t help but ask.”

You were left completely speechless, and her constant interruptions while you were trying to finish a sentence were not helping. You racked your brain to find a logical explanation, but you were incapable of forming a decent sentence when she was looking at you like she was a doctor. The fact that your mother thought that you and Yoongi were having sex made your stomach squirm, and how she stated that it was obvious left your head spinning. Did she see you today in that closet and immediately assumed you were… fucking? God, that sounded so bad, so incredibly embarrassing. You still felt yourself blushing when you thought about that moment, you couldn’t even fathom the idea of seeing him without a shirt, less alone having sex with him.

“Mom, please. You don’t have to worry, really.” You tried to explain, but that was not enough to leave your mother content, by the look on her face you knew she didn’t believe you one bit.

“I know I don’t have to worry!” She defended herself “Yoongi is a great boy, and I trust you… But you know, if things get a bit too frisky...”

You closed your eyes shut, trying not to picture that in your mind, “God, mom, don’t use that word!”

“Sorry! I mean… You know what I mean! I hope you’re using protection, no matter the circumstances.”

You took a deep breath, ninety percent sure you were about to die of embarrassment, but with your last breath you made sure to be clear with your mom so tonight she would sleep peacefully “Believe me, mom. You don’t have to worry, nothing happened between Yoongi and me, I mean it.”

You could see it in her eyes, she was not convinced, and she was right to be so. That was a lie, and she knew it. What happened today was not “nothing”, and your mother knowing that only made your cheeks burn.

“Fine.” She said, struggling to let the conversation go “But if something does happen… Be safe, okay?”

You nodded repeatedly, trying to end the conversation as soon as possible. “Yes, of course.” You promised, but the idea of that ever happening sent a chill down your spine, you tried to shake that thought as far away as you possibly could.

Your mom smiled and you took it as your cue to go. You tried to walk away, but before you reached the door, she spoke again.

“And darling?” She said, making you turn around to see her. “I know you don’t like coming here without your brother, so thank you for coming anyway.”

“It’s fine, mom.” You said, and it was true. “At least Yoongi made up for it.”

She smirked, suppressing a laugh. “Oh, I’m sure.”

You rolled your eyes, in disbelief. “Yup, I’m going now, goodnight!” You said, finally escaping from the conversation. You heard your mom’s laugh in the distance as you closed the door behind you to run upstairs.

Present

When you visited Simon’s apartment for the first time you could clearly notice it was a boy’s apartment from the lack of decoration, the lack of food in the fridge and the amount of boxes still unpacked weeks after moving in, but after you entered through the door tonight you saw a completely different version of it. It was a part of him that you missed out when you were gone, now there were plants on the living room and traces of Florence all over the place, like her purple slippers on the door and the purple toothbrush on the bathroom, her scrunchies on the entryway table and the framed picture of her beside them. You found it endearing, it was like a secret world made just for the two of them, a proper home.

“When is Florence coming back?” You asked, leaving your bag on the couch.

Simon took off his shoes, wandering through his house as he turned all the lights on “On Monday.” He replied.

You made a mental note to leave on Monday, even if Simon repeated a thousand times that it was okay for you to stay there on the way here, you didn’t want to intrude in his life. Instead you decided it would be easier to intrude in Minnie’s life, who’s apartment was big enough for the two of you, the only person she shared her apartment with was not an actual person, it was just her orange cat.

“I was supposed to go with her.” Your brother kept talking “But me and Yoongi are behind on some work and I had to stay… Well, I’m the one who’s behind, really. Yoongi is just helping me.”

You did not forget that Simon and Yoongi worked together at the same law firm downtown ever since they graduated. You knew that Yoongi got the job as soon as he graduated and then he was followed by your brother, after years it was still impossible to keep them apart, which had become a problem for you.

You nodded but didn’t say anything about it, you reasoned that Yoongi was still working before arriving at your house, that explained the clothes, the shoes and the messy hair. You sighed just by thinking about it, at least dinner was over, at least your first encounter with Yoongi after four years wasn’t the worst thing that happened tonight.

It was impossible, but you tried not to think about it too much. Yoongi’s presence was some kind of collateral effect that came with your life, it was too late to detach him from it, but you still tried to run away from it for years and years, only to come back and still find him here, talking to you like nothing ever happened, like you were still friends.

Yoongi and you were always on different stages of your life, on different places, on different paths, but you seemed to agree on one thing: keep everything secret, no one needed to know what happened between the two of you, that was why Simon was always talking about Yoongi when you called him, that was why he couldn’t stop talking about it him now, he didn’t realize that you didn’t want to know anything about his best friend, you could never told him why.

You followed your brother to his guest room as he talked and talked about how smart Yoongi was and how he was capable of taking so many different cases and not dying in the process, how nice it was to work with his best friend and blablabla. You swore that if you heard the name one more time you would explode, so you decided to drastically change the subject of the conversation, you were willing to say anything to take his name out of your brother’s mouth. It took a second, but when the room fell silent, you looked at your feet, a bit unsure, gathering enough courage to finally say what you’ve been meaning to tell him since you arrived home.

“I’m sorry for not telling you about the proposal.” You softly spoke, and Simon, who was looking for a blanket in the closet in the corner of the room, turned his head to look at you. “I wanted to tell you in person, but I wasn’t planning for that article to come out, I didn’t want the whole world to know.”

Simon left the blanket on the bed, turning his body to look at you more clearly. “Mom told me that you think Ian leaked the news” He mentioned, and you nodded, at the risk of looking crazy.

“Sally suggested it.” You confirmed, sitting on the bed “And if he didn’t, he’s fine with it anyway. He doesn’t care if people see me as this bitch who broke his heart, I might as well be.”

He looked at the wall behind you, confused. “I think I missed a chapter here.” He said, sitting on the edge of the bed “Maybe more than one. Weren’t you in love with him?”

You wanted to grab a pillow, bury your face on it and scream as loud as you could, but for the sake of looking like a sane person you contained yourself. “I thought I was.” You said sincerely. you believed there was a time when you were sure you were in love with Ian, there were moments you thought that the good things about him could outweigh the bad things, but deep down you knew that if you were really in love you wouldn’t have to do all that math, you wouldn’t have to fight to ignore his arrogance and his big ego.

“And when did you realize that you weren’t?” He continued to ask “Or when did you realize he was a jerk?”

You scoffed, bitterly. “I guess I always knew both, I tried to make it work regardless. I enjoyed being with him for some time, but then he planned an engagement party full of people I didn’t even know. He didn’t care to call any of you and expected me to say yes… Does that say more about him or me?”

He kept quiet, not knowing what to say, but you already knew the answer.

“Ian was an asshole, kid. He was jealous of you, of your family, of your job, none of us understood why you were with him.”

“That was not what I asked.” You laughed, rolling your eyes. “Ian was a prick, I get it, but I wasn’t much better either.”

“You can’t make me think you deserve each other, are you kidding?” He said.

“I can’t blame him for everything, I made my own bed.” You huffed “I was terrible and it took me almost four years to snap out of it, that was not his fault.”

“You are right, but you’re here now, aren’t you?” He reminded you, calmly. “Isn’t that what’s important?”

You began to become exasperated “C’mon, Simon, don’t try to be nice, you’re supposed to be mad at me.”

“I am mad at you.” He corrected you, sending a chill down your spine “You’re working all the time, you never call, never text back, we barely see you and the only way to know about your life is when we read some article saying you broke up with your boyfriend because he proposed to you, are you kidding? Of course I am mad, but because I miss you.”

You felt a wave of regret hitting all your senses, suddenly your eyes were burning with tears and you are not supposed to cry, you knew that, but the single tear that slid down your cheek was quicker than any thought that could cross your mind. Somehow, you wished your family hadn't noticed how absent you'd been these past few years, that they just shrugged and said “that’s just her” and forgot about it, it was not necessary to look at Simon’s face to know that he couldn’t just forget about it. He loved you, your mother loved you too, you didn’t have a family that you would want to run away from, but you did it anyway,

“I’m sorry…” You murmured, looking at him with eyes full of regret. “It wasn’t you, it wasn’t any of you, it was me. I was so angry when I left, I didn’t know how to handle it.”

You wouldn’t trade your career for anything, it was one of those few things that made you happy, but after years of trying to convince yourself that every decision you made for the last few years was the right choice, this was the first time that you admitted that maybe you weren’t thinking clearly when you decided to move to the city and never look back.

Simon frowned, thinking about it twice before asking “Were you angry, bug?”

You tilted your head, giving him a sad smile, hoping that it could explain everything.”I was quite angry, yes.” You answered “Not at you, though.”

“At mom?”

“Maybe a little bit at mom, yeah.” You laughed, shaking your head. You sighed deeply, letting the silence sit in the room for a moment before you could put in order all the things you wanted to say. “I remember when I told her I left college she looked at me like I finally lost my mind, it was like she saw it coming, you know? Me, again, being lost, it was not a surprise, but rather something she would expect of me. I know she was just worried and I know I can be a lot sometimes, but it hurt anyway. I don't blame anyone, Simon, but all I needed was someone to believe in me and no one did. I had to leave.” Something ached inside your chest because that was not the whole truth, but it was all you could say tonight, you couldn’t say that Yoongi was also one of the reasons. “I’m not trying to justify myself.” You mumbled “I’m just saying that I was so angry that I didn’t realize how many mistakes I made.”

The silence that took over the room was so strong it made your stomach squirm. You shifted in your place, but Simon stayed there, with his gaze lost somewhere in the room as he processed what you just said.

“I always believed in you, you know that?” He spoke, causing your head to snap up towards him. “I know a lot of people tried to tell you that you weren’t, but you’ve always been special and I’ve always seen it.”

“I know you did.” You sighed. “But I was being so stubborn, I walked away and I’m so sorry.”

“I know you think you’re too much, but you’re not.” He continued talking “Maybe mom just wanted everything to be simple, for her kids to go to college, graduate, get a job and a home and never have to worry about whether they are choosing right or wrong ever again. But you’re not simple, bug, you’re extraordinary and talented and too brilliant to stay still, but you’re not too much, not for me.”

You held back a sob, feeling ridiculous. “I’m sorry.” You said, once again, because you haven’t said it enough times.

“It’s okay now, I mean it.” Simon reached for your hand to squeeze it tightly.

You sniffed “God, I should be comforting you for being a bad sister, not the other way around”

“I don’t need to be comforted, I’m okay as long as you’re here.” He tried to cheer you up. “And you were not a bad sister, you were sad and acted shitty.”

You smiled, because you told Simon that you were angry but instead he heard that you were sad, you didn’t feel like correcting him because he wasn’t so wrong about that.

“I’m sorry.” You repeated once again like a scratched record, making him laugh. “Are you still mad at me?”

“No.” he replied, “But only if you promise not to disappear again.”

You raised your hand, extending your pinky finger in front of his face. “I promise you, Simon, I will not disappear again.”

Simon tangled his pinky with yours, making your promise impossible to be broken, and your soul felt at ease for a moment.

“Fine, good enough for me.” he said, throwing himself back onto the bed. “Now I want to hear everything about the proposal, and I want you to describe to me exactly the face he made when you said no.”

You laughed, throwing yourself on the bed the same way he did and tried to summarize the last three years in just one night. Only for today, your body did you a favor and your head stopped spinning at least for now. Something began to feel right.

Four years ago

Seven days before New Year’s Eve

You could hear the radio at the end of the hallway in your grandmother’s room, softly playing jazz to cancel out the outside noise. Not everyone in the house liked the radio, your cousins always said that it was annoying and kept them awake, but it was still one of those old habits of your grandfather that remained in the house even if he was no longer here, so you liked it. The music inevitably seeped under the door of your room, Yoongi hummed some Frank Sinatra song as if he knew the lyrics to it, making you laugh and beg him to stop.

You know it’s almost midnight, as your roommate just informed you, but you didn’t want to turn the lights off yet. All of the cookies already disappeared from the plate, Yoongi was laying on his side the same way you were and the lamp on the nightstand warmly lighted up his brown eyes, you couldn’t help but feel you were not supposed to be in such presence, his messy hair and the loose white shirt he wore to sleep, his sleepy eyes, his pink lips; it looked just like the kind of view that was bound to haunt you forever.

The nightstand that separated you was not far enough to stop that pull from the string in your chest, not when he was looking at you like that, his gaze fixated on yours like he didn’t want to leave you awake alone, and neither did you. You felt yourself shaking because, what was the version of you that existed when you were asleep? And what happened inside his head when you were not there? What was happening inside his head right now?

Did you cross his mind the same way he crossed yours? When you finally fell asleep, would he remember that moment in the closet or would it be just water under the bridge? Did he spend every waking second of the last seven hours thinking of that fleeting moment when you could almost feel his lips on yours?

Or was that just you?

The night was fading away, your eyelids were getting heavy but you still couldn’t find the will to sleep.

“I’m sorry for today.” You almost whispered, gathering enough courage to mention the little accident “I’m sorry for dragging you with me to the closet.”

He smiled softly, closing his eyes for a second. “It’s okay, it was cozy.” He teased you, making you groan in annoyance. He laughed loudly at your reaction, annoying you even more. “I’m serious, it was okay.”

“Was it really?” You asked him “Wasn’t I being silly?”

“It's okay being silly sometimes.” He assured you, but that did not ease that anxious feeling in your stomach. He seemed to see it in your face. “What’s wrong with being a little silly? I would’ve run from your grandmother, too.”

You bitterly laughed, covering your face with the palms of your hands “Stop, I’m being immature.” You groaned “I’ve got to get my shit together.”

“C’mon Pinky, you have to stop with that.” He said.

“I would if I could.” You remarked.

“Didn’t you say you were going to get your shit together after the holidays?” He reminded you “Why are you worrying right now?”

Yoongi was right, that was the initial plan, but ever since you came back home everything was pointing in different directions and it was beginning to drive you crazy, it was like the universe was forcing you to think about it, it was not letting you run away from it, not even temporarily. First, it was Yoongi, showing up every few days at your doorstep, grabbing your hand, squeezing your legs, whispering things in your ear like he wanted you to go insane, it was Minnie, offering you a job, talking about The Alley, saying you were supposed to be on the big screen, and then it was your mother, expecting you to make up your mind once for all. And still, you had your whole life ahead, why were you worrying right now?

“I don’t know…” You sighed “What if I come back next year and the plan was not good enough? What if I end up hiding again from everyone?”

Yoongi shifted in bed, curious “Do you have a plan, Pinky?” The nickname rolled off his tongue softly, you swimmed in the tenderness of his voice, something about it made you want to tell him everything.

“Not really, I mean… It all sounds so bad.”

“You have a plan.” He affirmed, smiling “I want to hear it.”

“It’s not a plan.” You contradicted yourself “If it were a plan, it would suck.”

Yoongi hummed “It’s something like a plan, then.”

You scrunched your nose, unsure. “Yeah, but not quite like a plan, something like a…” You said, but the words died on your lips before you got the chance to finish.

“Something like a dream, then?” He continued to ask, but you shook your head.

“Something close.” You expressed, unable to find the right words to explain your thoughts. You stayed silent for a second, believing he was beginning to lose interest in the topic, until the words slipped past his lips like a spell.

“Something like a wish.” He pronounced, and he was not asking, it was almost like he knew.

You thought there was not much difference between a dream and a wish, but in this case, there was.

You smiled at him, nodding, somehow you felt you could trust him with all your secrets “Yes, like a wish.” You affirmed, and it felt like a confession. “I don’t know Yoongi, have you ever stayed up late and planned something but when you woke up next morning you felt it was stupid? Well, I do that every night.”

“I’m sure that whatever it is, it’s not stupid.” He said, making your heart swell.

“I would like to believe you…” You murmured “Do you have a dream, Yoongi? Something you’re too scared to wish for?”

You could see him think about it for a moment, but his eyes were still connected with yours. Oh, how you wished to be inside his mind right now, read his thoughts, witness his dreams, know all his secrets.

“Yes.” He confirmed, “But I can’t talk about them out loud right now.”

You laughed, biting your bottom lip. “Okay, fair. What about those you can say out loud?”

“I’m not going to tell you because you’re going to laugh.” He pouted, making you frown.

“Laugh?” You repeated, sounding more offended than you actually were. “I would never, c’mon.”

He raised an eyebrow, testing you “You sure?”

“Of course, don’t piss me off.”

“Fine, fine.” He let out a long sigh, believing you. “My wish would be… to stop time for a while. Sometimes I believe I can’t think when time’s running, all I do is study and come home to my mom, there is very little time that I have for myself.”

You felt your chest tighten, but it didn't surprise you that Yoongi felt this way. He already mentioned to you that, even if taking care of his mother didn’t feel like a burden, he still felt he was missing out on so many things.

“And what would you do if time stopped right now?”

Yoongi shifted his eyes for a moment, and you almost missed it but you saw it, the urge to hold back and the words getting stuck on his throat.

“Mmm…” He hummed, “I’ll go to the beach.”

“In winter?”

“Yes, I wouldn’t care.”

“And where else?” You continued to ask.

“Honestly? I’ll go anywhere but home.” He confessed.

“What’s wrong with home?” You of all people knew exactly what was wrong with home, but you wanted to hear why he thought that.

“Home it’s okay,” He waved off. “It just feels like I spent my whole life there. I went to college expecting something to change, and a lot of things did but I still feel like something else is supposed to happen, like there's something else for me to see.”

It was looking in a mirror, it was the same thing you’ve told him a few days ago but in other words, in another tone. Yoongi sounded resigned, like his wish was clearly something that was not meant to happen and he needed to come to terms with it, nothing could ever make you more sad.

“There’s plenty for you to see, Yoongi, are you kidding?” You chuckled “You’re twenty five, you’re barely grasping life.”

He scoffed, bitterly, “It’s not that easy.”

“Of course it is easy, do you know it’s not necessary to stop time to go to the beach?”

“I know, Pinky.” He agreed, “But what does it feel like running away?”

“Running away would be so bad?” You asked, hearing the question echoing in the room, letting you know that maybe it was something you weren’t supposed to wonder out loud. Yoongi didn’t dare to ask such a question, but you seemed determined to make his wish come true, maybe you were the only one who could do it.

“Don’t ask me.” He said, looking at the ceiling to avoid your gaze. “Don’t act like running away isn’t your wish as well”

You snorted, immediately grabbing a pillow and threatening to punch him in the face with it, but Yoongi is quick to cover his face with his arms.

“Don’t!” He protested, laughing.

“Don’t expose me like that!” You whined, embarrassed.

“What, am I wrong?”

“Maybe you’re not…” You dared to answer, leaving the pillow on the bed again “But how do you know?”

“I told you, Pinky.” He murmured “I just know.”

You shook your head in denial, how could it be? Were you really that transparent or Yoongi really just knew?

“What else do you know?” You continued to ask, curious.

He pretended to think about it, pouting his lips and looking at the ceiling as if the answers were to fall from the sky. His eyes shifted towards yours, tilting his head “I know that you would run away to the beach with me if I asked you to.”

A giggle was built in your throat, you laughed nervously as you tried to decipher if he was joking or not, even if Yoongi could see right through you, it was a bit difficult for you to do the same with him.

“I don’t know about that.” You said, ignoring the way your heart was beating against your ribcage. “Do you mean in… an hypothetical scenario?”

“It’s a hypothetical proposal.” He answered.

“I’ll have to check my schedule first.”

A smirk tugged from the corner of his lips. “What about… two weeks away from now?”

You did the calculation in your head, but you already knew that by then Yoongi would have to go back to class, so you doubted. “What about the semester?” You asked, trying to be the voice of reason. “Your last semester, might I add.”

“That could wait.” He did not hesitate “Isn’t it part of running away? Leaving things behind?”

You laughed “And what would people say about me, then? That I made you leave college, nuh-hu.”

“Here we go again with that.” He rolled his eyes “I don’t care what people say and, besides, I’m not leaving college, I’m… postponing it.”

That didn’t sound like the Yoongi you knew at all, but then again, this whole conversation didn’t sound like anything Yoongi from the past would say. A thousand questions crossed your mind, like what do you do on the beach in winter? Wouldn’t being alone be a problem? What are you going to talk about, where are you going to stay? If you say yes, would he grab your hand when you crossed the street, would he try to kiss you again?

You crossed your arms, thinking about it, not daring to agree right away, but how could you say no? When he was looking at you, convinced that you would say yes.

You opened your mouth, not sure what you were going to say but still ready to answer, and before you could utter a word, he interrupted you. “Run away with me to the beach, Pinky.” He asked in a soft tone, looking at you with warm eyes and warm words, making your heart shake violently in your chest “Only for now, I promise I’ll make it worth it.”

You smiled, ignoring that little person inside you that tried to warn you about something, but you weren’t sure about what because all you could feel was your heart racing. “Fine, I’ll follow you for now.” You simply said, trying to sound as cool as possible “Let’s run.”

In that moment you forgot about years and years of disappointment and failed dreams, failed wishes, you ignored the reality, deciding everything was false and true at the same time. You didn’t need to look at the clock to know that it was midnight, something inside your chest sparkled and told you it was time to make your wish, and for some reason, you listened. It echoed in every corner of your mind, your wish was the beach in winter.

Four days before New Year’s Eve

Two weeks ago, when you bought Yoongi’s Christmas gift, you thought about it like a farewell. You stood in the shop and talked to the tall man with the long face and chose the gift as you tried to convince yourself this was a way of saying goodbye to him.

That Christmas morning Yoongi tore the brown wrapping paper and opened the long box to find that you decided to give him a red tie. It wasn’t bright red, it was deep dark red, red like a rose. It came with a notebook and a pen with his initials on them. In your mind, you were giving away that version of him that lived in your head and clung to your thoughts and clung to your heart, that version of him you could never let go. Yoongi was about to graduate, he was about to become officially a lawyer, an adult, a man, he wasn’t that boy you fell in love with years ago, he was a wish you had to let in the past and your gift was just a way to remind you of it. You had a purpose, a plan, you had everything figured out until he decided to ask you to run away with him, until you said yes.

His gifts for you were a vinyl copy of Is This It by The Strokes, two tickets to watch When Harry Met Sally at the Alley the following week and a pair of red gloves for the rest of the winter.

Yoongi looked at you and smiled like you both knew something everyone else in the room didn’t. “The gloves match with the tie.” He had said.

So now you had no plan, what you did have though, was a bunch of pictures of several locations Yoongi thought of booking for your trip to the beach. You were doomed.

You thought the only person in this town who could possibly understand what you were going through was Minnie, the only person in the world who knew about your feelings for Yoongi, and the only person who you could call a friend at the moment.

You weren’t expecting to see Minnie again when you saw her at The Alley a few weeks ago, but she had different plans; it was like she forced you to be her friend again. You tried to stop thinking you didn’t deserve it, you had to swallow your guilt and accept her friendship, and after a few five hour calls filled with gossip, you ultimately decided not to be against it, even if she called you everyday and still talked nonstop about that audition in the city, talking with her felt like you were still fifteen, and you liked it.

That night, as she raided her closet looking for a dress for you to wear at the New Year’s party at The Alley, you sat on her bed and gave her a run down of everything that happened with Yoongi since you came back home, it didn’t take her much to get you to admit that you were still in love with your brother’s best friend, so you might as well be honest and tell her everything.

“You’re being stupid right now, sweetheart.” You heard her muffled voice from inside her closet. The next thing you saw was a piece of fabric flying in the air and landing at your feet. You grabbed it, putting in front of you to reveal a short pink dress that you would never, ever wear.

You snorted, leaving the dress on the pile of clothes that you already rejected. You seemed to forget that Minnie was not the most adequate person to talk about “boy stuff”, perhaps because she was way too honest. You didn’t know whether it was a mistake or not to tell her about the trip to the beach, because all the questions she was asking and all the things she was stating to be true were thoughts you were desperately trying to avoid.

“He wants to fuck you, I don’t know how else to tell you this.” She said, walking over the clothes to make her way to you. You threw yourself on the bed, covering your face with your palms “I mean, I wish I could only tell you that he’s head over heels for you, and honey, that he is, but he also wants to fuck you.”

You groaned, kicking your feet. “God, you make me want to throw up.”

“Of excitement, I’m assuming.” She affirmed “I’m telling you, there’s no way you’re going on a trip alone and come back without having fucked.”

You looked at her, begging her to stop talking, but she was not finished. “Stop!”

“Picture this.” She ignored you, forming a rectangle with her fingers and looking right through it as if she was directing a scene from a movie “First scenario, a storm causes the power to go out, there’s no electricity, you have no way to be warm so you sleep in the same bed to warm up, there’s tension, you look at each other and kiss, you fuck.”

“Okay, I don’t see that happening.” You shook your head.

“Second scenario, you just finished showering, you go out of the bathroom wearing only a towel because you think he’s not there, but he is! He sees you, you kiss, you fuck.”

“That’s not… That sounds like porn.”

“Third scenario!” She exclaimed.

“Fine, that’s enough.” You stopped her, waving your arms in the air.

“No, you have to prepare! And when it happens you will know that I was right.” Your friend insisted, but you refused to let any of those ideas in your mind.

“What if you’re not?” You wondered “What if he just wants to be my friend and I’m just imagining everything?”

“But you are not, are you kidding?” She laughed “That man is clearly in love with you, why are you convincing yourself otherwise?”

You felt Minnie’s body sitting right next to you, causing you to sit back on the bed to look at her face to face. You were sure you were about to start crying out of frustration. “I don’t know, what if I get hurt?”

Minnie pursed her lips “Baby, I can’t answer that question at all, but you have to take the chance.”

You groaned, annoyed. “I don’t want to take the chance.” You whined “I was fine before seeing him again, I wasn’t even thinking of him.”

“That is a lie,” She laughed, mocking you. “We both know you never stopped being in love with him, now you have him in the palm of your hand, do something.”

Minnie stood up again, looking for another piece of clothing on the floor as you kept silent, wondering if any of that could be possible. Did you really have him in the palm of your hand? Was he in love with you and you were being stupid for believing that he wanted to be just friends?

“What should I do?” You asked her, hoping that the redhead in the room knew all the secrets of the universe.

“Invite him to the New Year’s party and wear a hot outfit, how about that?” Minnie offered, like that could answer all your prayers.

“Would that resolve all my problems?” You joked, talking to the sky.

“C’mon, he literally asked you to run away with him, don’t you find that a little bit hot? Don’t you really think that was not code for ‘I want to fuck you’?”

You laughed “Yoongi is not like that!” You protested.

“I hate to break it to you, but you are hot.” She insisted, throwing another piece of clothing at your face. “And if Yoongi is not blind, he knows that, and let’s not forget the most important fact here.”

“Which is…?”

“He’s in love with you, let’s start wrapping our heads around that.” She simply said “Once that’s done, you invite him to the New Year’s eve party at The Alley, you wear a hot outfit and confront him about it, tell him to stop playing around.”

You grabbed the dress Minnie just threw at you, which was another short dress, but this one was actually cute. It was black and was covered in black sparkly sequins with thin straps, you were definitely going to freeze to death if you wore that, but you were sure this fitted the description of “hot outfit”.

Minnie was right, you couldn’t keep running away from the facts, everything was laid on the table, you didn’t need more proof to know that Yoongi felt something for you, even if you weren’t sure if it was the same that you felt for him, you needed to gather enough courage to find out what it was.

You grabbed the phone in your pocket and opened Yoongi’s chat, you decided to invite him to the New Year’s party.

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01 ✦ ‘cops and robbers’ chase each other full of energy ! ༄.°

𝒽wang hyunjin x f!reader

masterlist . . . ✰

𓆩♡𓆪 𝒶n : i’m going crazyyyyy. I needed to put down—into words—an irl situation, and decided to call it a fanfic for my bias and post it 😭 anywayy it’s my first non-pjo or non-anime fic so I hope it turned out okay 😩 also here’s some fanart I found of the same vlive as the icons above (it’s so cute) ! <3 and as always!! anything I write about the idols is not a representation of them irl ! also possibly part ii coming as soon as I have the patience to write it bc I love the current flow 😋

𓆩♡𓆪 𝓌arnings + tags : day 1 , best friend!hyunjin , non-idol au , high school au , f!reader , best friends who do more-than-best-friends things , hinted bio students attending prep school together: hyune and reader , skz ot8 are in a highschool band together w reader , fluff , hyunjin’s a cutie patootie , smart!hyune x smart!reader , cutesy hand holding , hinting at stress (reader) , reader has glasses (which is unrelated to everything but still) , banter , teasing , ot8 appear a lot , nicknames (n/n, jagiya) , mother chan , jeongin is a menace , swearing a few times ;

𓆩♡𓆪 𝓌c : 0.8k

DAY #01 . . .

“you’re staring,” hyunjin said, continuing to flex his arm’s muscles.

“nope. i’m revising anatomy before class starts. I was looking at the humerus, articulated through the glenoid cavity to the scapula,” I said, smiling.

“oh, sure.” he rolled his eyes. “since you’re staring so hard, wanna kiss ‘em?”

I made a face at him, and stuck my tongue out. “you wish!”

he laughed.

“I have them too, okay?” I said, trying to one-up him, as always.

“what?”

“muscles—”

“want me to kiss them?”

I shoved his shoulder away. “we’re late, walk faster!”

“you’re the one with tiny legs, i’m being considerate— OW! don’t stamp on my shoes!”

“shut up!”

“I won’t!”

we made faces at each other and parted ways in front of my classroom since his was the one next to mine.

I spent the next five hours surviving lectures on enzyme activity, literary analysis of dostoyevsky’s works, thermodynamics, and more boring stuff, alongside minho, felix, and jeongin (who fell asleep around five minutes into the first class).

during the break, our group—chris, minho, felix, jeongin, seungmin, han, changbin, hyunjin and I—met up outside our classrooms.

“here’s your blueberry milk, n/n and felix, my favourite children,” chris said, handing us two cans he bought from the vending machine. we smirked at the others, popped the tin open and started downing our drinks in unison. “and here’s your strawberry milk, min. jeongin, your banana milk.”

the others were in the same class as chris, so they got their drinks on their way out. after collecting our drinks from our rightful mother, we headed up to the roof.

“are there any new songs you guys are working on?” hyunjin asked chris, han and changbin—the songwriters of our band—while falling into step beside me.

our hands brushed once, so he held it anyway, and we continued walking together hand-in-hand.

han was talking about a new song they were composing for the band to play at the next music festival, which required a duet.

“we can do it,” I said, raising my free hand, meaning hyunjin and I. everyone else nodded in approval, and continued talking about their classes.

changbin pushed open the door to the roof, and we quickly followed him in pairs, shutting the door behind us.

we took our spots on the fluffy blanket minho got and laid down, hyunjin’s head resting on my lap. minho sat down with his legs on han’s, while jeongin did the same with chris, and seungmin copied them to lay his legs on changbin’s lap.

we continued chatting about the upcoming music festival and tried to figure out a name for our band before then, while my fingers threaded through hyunjin’s soft hair.

after the bell rang, signalling the end of lunch break (during which none of us actually ate our lunches), we returned to our classes for one last hour, after which, we met up outside the school’s main gate to walk home together.

I ran towards hyunjin while his back was facing me, and placed my cold palm against the back of his neck. he jumped suddenly, and shrieked. he threw his jacket onto my face.

“bitch!” I yelled, grabbing the jacket.

“put it on, jagiya, because your hands are cold as fuck! or you’ll die of the cold and then i’ll have to explain to your mother why i’m carrying her only child’s dead body home.”

“joke’s on you, I don’t think she’d mind. ha! and anyway, i’m a normal temperatured human being, for your information, you’re the warm one!” I complained, slipping his jacket on.

“okay, n/n, we all know you’re wrong on that one,” jeongin said. “give up the fight before it gets too embarrassing—”

“you’re all so mean to me, the best member of our group, and for what?” I rolled my eyes, sighing.

felix and chris stepped in front of me dramatically, and said together, “we’ll protect you from these ghouls, y/n!”

everyone burst out laughing, including them and me.

along the walk home, minho, han, changbin, and seungmin went a different way from the rest of us.

we waved our goodbyes, reminding each other to think of a name for our band.

“when’s our next test, hyune?” I asked suddenly.

“at prep school? I think it’s this friday,” he said.

“ugh, you both are such smartypants, you’re always studying or talking about it,” jeongin complained, accurately playing his role as the youngest child and menace of the group.

“and yet it’s not enough,” I muttered to myself, not realising hyunjin heard my words.

my mind divided its attention between worrying about the syllabus I was yet to cover for the test, and listening to the boys’ conversation.

I was snapped out of my thoughts when jeongin, chris and felix parted ways with us.

hyunjin and I walked a bit further to my house, where he dropped me off.

“see you at prep school!” he said, and jogged a block further to reach his house.

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vaguesxrrow · 11 months ago

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HOLY SHIT YOU WRITE FOR SUPERNATURAL NOW TOO??? JUST MARRY ME ALREADY <33

*cough cough*

Anyway, could I please request a Dean Winchester x afab! Reader (established relationship) where it's just a super fluffy smut where they're just waking up and everything is going nice and slow and sweet?

I just think that'd be wonderful

Love you lots and take your time!!

OF COURSEE ML wedding when ?? 💍 and what flavour cake do you want 🤔 anywayy here u go 😋

dean winchester / reader - morning sex

a/n: ive only written smut one (1) time before in my life and it was not romantic, so i hope this doesnt sound clunky

wc: 476

tags: afab reader (sex specific terms used), smut, riding, coming on command (kinda) unprotected sex (only because i forgot - feel free to imagine dean magically has a condom on!)

an arm thrown across your torso was what eased you out of sleep. you opened your eyes just a fraction, breathing in the scent of your boyfriend in a deep inhale.

you rolled over to snuggle closer to dean, who blinked sleepily at you, a lovesick smile on his face.

"morning, beautiful." he kissed your forehead.

when he moved to give you a peck on the lips, you wrinkled your nose. "ew, morning breath."

dean raised his eyebrow. "oh, i'll show you morning breath," he said as he wrapped his arns around you and buried his head in your neck, exhaling into your collarbone.

you squirmed, ticklish. "that doesnt even make sense!" you protested. you wriggled some more, and dean's breath hitched. it was then you noticed his morning arousal pressed against your back. oh.

smirking, you turned over to face him. "hi," you whispered as you put your hand to his dick, where it was straining against the thin fabric of his sleep shorts.

he huffed. "hi."

"is that a gun in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?" you quipped. this time, you allowed dean to kiss you. his hands came up to your hips, teasing the hem of your pajama bottoms in a silent question. you nodded into the kiss, and pulled away to take off your shirt while he made quick work of your shorts. you reciprocated, working to free dean from his clothes. his shirt got caught around his head and you both laughed.

"finally," he said as he yanked off the piece of clothing, tossing it dramatically behind him without looking to see where it would land.

your laugh was cut off by a breathy moan as dean's calloused hand met the insides of your thighs, teasing the edges of your folds. the other supported your ass, squeezing gently. you relaxed in his hold.

"dean." you grinded against his dick. "fuck me."

with a moan, he gripped your hips with both hands. gently, he lowered you down onto his cock, his thumb rubbing your clit in circular motions.

you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, slowly kissing his neck as you rode him.

"fuck, baby," he whispered, hips moving in tandem with yours. his right hand was still pleasuring your clit, and you could feel yourself nearing your climax.

"you close?" you asked.

dean shuddered at your breath against his bare skin. "mm," he groaned in affirmation.

you pressed closer to him and kept moving, chasing your orgasm.

"come for me, [name]," dean whispered.

both of you came with soft moans, your hips slowly coming to a halt as you rode out the wave of pleasure.

"that's one hell of a way to start our morning," he said. "you good?"

you laughed. "yes, but don't think this means you're off the hook for your horrible morning breath."

#dean winchester/reader #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x you #dean winchester x female!reader #dean winchester #supernatural x reader #supernatural x you #supernatural #dean winchester smut #supernatural smut #spn x reader #spn x you

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shira-cosmic-star · 9 months ago

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hey!

im still in episode 3 of tb but Leo pissed me off in ep 2 broooo

and MC who doesn’t defend herself like 😔😔😔😔

WHO IS HE TO CALL MC A NPC 🙄🙄🙄

anywayy so I thought if you can write hcs with Leo, Tohma and Romeo x MC who outsmart them please ?

I hope I didn’t disturb you 🫶

thank you 🙏

𝓜𝓪𝓽𝓬𝓱 𝓶𝓪𝓭𝓮

Tags: Comedy, Romance, Enemies to lovers(?), slice of life, supernatural

Characters: Romeo, Leo, & Tohma

Warning: cursing, seductive on Tohma’s part

Word count: 2,066 words

Leo:

You knew you weren’t smart in the same way Leo is. However, you were still witty. Often when he would insult you. You manage to always have a comeback. This interaction would go different ways. One, Leo would actually get upset. Maybe mumble, “bitch” after you shut him up. Two, color him impress. He liked the interaction and would playfully bicker with you. Three, he would be caught off guard. It would take him a minute to think about what to do next. Then, a sinister smile takes place. Everyone knows, he is up to no good...

So, what does he do next? He will do everything he can to get under your nerves. This dude loves to reactions you give him. Although, he finds himself more frustrated, rather than pleased. Why?

Simple, you weren’t giving him the time of day. You were well aware of the type of person he is. He was basically those type people, who bullies others to get what they want. A pure bully.

Often when he talked down to you. You would try to handle your anger. Though, as much as you hate to admit. There were times where Leo did hit a nerve. Leo knows what button to press. He often pressed them as many times as he could. But what happens when old tricks don’t work anymore?

Leo would often insult your friends to get under your skin. Yet, when it didn’t work this time. It displeased him, he tsked as he watched you react to his words like it was nothing. So, he changed his approach. If insulting your friends won’t get your attention. Then maybe he needed to attack you personally?

He started to insult how you dressed, what you would say in conversations, how you made a mistake on anything and so on and so on.

Nothing worked, he balled his fist as steam of rage shoots out of his ears. Why don’t his tactics work? He complained over and over to Sho. His best friend grew tired of the constant complaints. Sho was at his wits end with his friend. So, he asked Leo why does he care so much? You were just an NPC, right? So, what is up with Leo being obsessive over you?

First Leo was in denial. “Me? Obsessed over that NPC? Don’t be stupid.” For a while, he was in denial. He actually loved the witty comebacks you shot back at him. It was smart, creative, and it was like you were ready. There wasn’t a dull moment with you. As much as he hates to admit it to himself. He enjoyed being around you.

After realizing what this meant. He now needs to figure out how to get your attention. So, the game began. He’ll find creative ways for you to speak to him. He wants you to bicker back and forth with him. But he wants to be on good terms with you too. Everyone knows an apology would work. He’s too prideful, that won’t work in his case. It was set, he was going to challenge you to a game. Loser takes the other on a date. Leo planned to win, and he did.

Now you were aggravated about the date thing. But you knew Leo wasn’t going to let it go. Therefore, you invited him to the arcade. You challenged him to all of your favorites. Surprisingly, you both were having fun. By the end of the date. Leo asked, why were you ignoring him.

“I did it because I knew it would trouble you, Leo.” He blinked, “Troubled him?”

Now it dawned on him. You knew Leo hates to be ignored. So, you played him. Seeing him basically beg for your attention was your planned all along. In shocked and impressed, he looks over to you as you smirked cheekily at him.

Boy did he fall hard for you.

Leo have finally met his match.

Romeo:

You and Romeo weren’t always on the same page. Often, he would yell at you when you don’t understand his abbreviations. When this would happen, you felt exhausted, how on earth were you supposed to know? Even though he would often abbreviate his speech. There were times you did understand what he was saying. You were a tad bit quicker than others in the room.

When you are at the casino or his office. Romeo would demand you to do this and do that. You were deeply over it. So, to get back at him and make him possibly leave you alone. You came up with your own plan. While making errands for him. You would purposely take your time. He needs a certain document from Professor Hyde? Sure, you’ll get it for him. Although, you’re going to take your time. Oops! You showed up with the papers two hours late? He doesn’t want to hear any excuses. Not, that you had anything else to do. Jin, Leo, or anyone really bothered you that much today.

If you were tasked to clean his office. You would purposely make even the tiniest mistakes. After observing him and his behavior. You completely knew how to set him off. Why can he clean up his own office? Or his own mess? Or anything really? Pretty boy s just spoiled rotten in your book. As you were cleaning the spilled sparkling wine. You “accidently” smothered it more on the floor. It had left a brutal tough stain. This annoyed him, he yelled at you to do your job correctly. While tilting your head to the side and blinked slowly. You acted innocent and dumb. “Like this?” you questioned him as you made the stain even worse.

Boy, if looks could kill. You would’ve been dead by now. Romeo was red to the face, a thick vein popped out on his forehead, his hands balled up, and smoke coming out of his ears. He had enough of you. “Enough! How useless can you be!? You’re even worse than that TGA!” You fought hard to keep up the act and not smile or laugh. He takes the rag out of your hand and decided to clean up the mess himself.

He grumbled on how everyone is stupid and useless. He tells you to get out as he cleans up. In your sweet fake upsetting tone. You spoke softly with a deep fake sigh, “Okay...” His back was facing you. Satisfied, by your work, seeing him on his knee cleaning his mess. You smirked and went home.

Later on, Taiga went to look for Romeo. When he finds him, Romeo was still annoyed by the whole thing. “Lulu, what got you all angry? You’ll get wrinkles if you don’t relax~” Taiga teased. Romeo quickly turns around and tells him to shut up. “Honestly that new student is working on my last nerve! They can’t do anything right!” His rant goes on for quite a while. Romeo was now finished in his nicely cleaned room. He sat down on his couch and told one of the general students to get him a drink. Taiga, resting on the couch next to him was wearing a smirk on his face.

“What is it TGA?!” Taiga had a small clue on what happened here. Kitty cat wasn’t a dumb little cat. Oh no, Kitty cat was a sneaky and slick kitten. Color him amused by the antics. “Are you sure they didn’t do this on purpose?” His words held a teasing tone. That is when it hit Romeo. You have purposely made him angry just so he would do his own work. He was angry, but maybe he was impressed too.

You knew what cards to play. You have successfully won the game.

Tohma:

This man is hard to break. He’s sharp, too sharp. Most people can’t even tell what he is thinking or what is his next move. You on the other hand love secrets and mysteries. He was a whole book of nothing, but wonders. You wanted to know if you can break him. Would he fall for your tricks? Or would he know your game play? Tohma was always a few steps ahead of anyone. That always felt like he was mocking you. So, it was decided. When you want something. You go and get it. There you were playing a game of chess with him. You have tried asking him questions about him and his personal life. Yet, he would advert the question or smoothly changed the question towards you. So, you changed tactics and asked him the same questions but in a different form. He saw right through it. Now you have to change to pace of the conversation. What do you do? Pick a habit that he does without realizing. Everyone does something without being fully aware. This will be an ice breaker.

Little by little, you want to break that ice. Your eyes skim over his body to see if you can pick up on any type of body languages. You see his smirk as he plays the game. By looking into his deep sharp blue eyes. That when you began to speak once more. “You know there’s a saying about eyes being the window to the soul?” He hummed, “Yes I’ve heard of that.”

“I bet I can guess something about you just by looking into your eyes.” You smiled confidently. Ignoring the game, you stand up and strut towards him. He entertained you by letting you come stand by his side. You take off his monocle glasses off and placed it into his breast pocket. When you took your hand out. You left your hand on his chest. One hand on his chest and your other taking his face. Looking deeply into his eyes. You noticed a tired look in his eyes. “You are an intelligent man. Everyone knows that, but you are kind. I can tell you have a deep soul too. You are also extremely handsome, but you feel lonely. Am I right?” You smiled playfully, he laughs lightly and takes your hand into his. “Fluttery will get you nowhere I'm afraid.”

You giggled and moved to sit on his lap. “I’m only speaking the truth~” It was a bold move, but he did nothing to move you. There was tension in the air. Nothing negative, but something. You played with his hair as his hands rest on your hips. “It must be so hard doing what you need to do. I can’t imagine half of it really.” You spoke quietly to him. Your eyes were gentle and filled with worry. Moving your hand from his hair. You placed it back on his chest. “You really are handsome though. I’ve always had a think for blondes and blue eyes.” He hummed again as you began to move your hands up from his shoulders to his forearms. He was tonally built; you looked back into his eyes and noticed a cloudy hazy look in his eyes. He was feeling strangely hot and bothered. You leaned close to his ear with your arms wrapped around his neck. “What’s the matter handsome? You are all quite all of the sudden.”

He gulped as quietly as he could, but man. You had a grip on him. He was deeply attracted to you, but didn’t have time to play your little games. Here he was with his guard down. He knew he shouldn’t have let you sit on his lap. But he wanted to see if you were brave enough to make such a bold move. And you did it. You leaned in as if you were going to kiss him. He also leaned in.

*Ding Ding*

It was his phone; Jin is calling on him. You removed yourself off his lap and teasingly smiled at him as his answered the call. While you can hear Jin on the other line. You placed your lips to the ear that was left open. You whisper softly, “I had fun playing, maybe next time you’ll will handsome~” Rubbing your hand his shoulder blade gently. You began to walk out of the vault. Swaying your hips side to side as he watched.

Even the king’s right-hand man falls too.

I'm so sorry this too super long to write. I do hope it is to your liking. Thank you for being patient with me. Please like, comment or reblog. It helps a lot. Love you all my sweet starlings

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#tokyo debunker #tokyo debunker headcanons #tokyo debunker x reader #romeo scorpius lucci #tokyo debunker romeo #tokyo debunker leo #leo kurosagi #tokyo debunker tohma #tohma ishibashi

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toffeeinhun · 28 days ago

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A drag queen AU you say?

Tell us more!!

Okay so! Like I said in my tags I was making an AU of @niterose's mafia AU (tagged "safe & sound" on her blog and mine if you aren't familiar with it). The gist of the mafia AU is Gi-hun accidentally becomes a mob boss and spends time at Club HDH with Mr. Kim, Woo-seok, etc as like his lil minions/bodyguards and In-ho shows up to see what's going on with Gi-hun.

Anywayy one day I was thinking about this punk concert/drag show I went to (very fun and cool) and thought "what if Club HDH was a drag club and Woo-seok was a drag queen on the side of his loan shark job?" Idk why, but I think he has a great personality for a drag queen. And Niterose and I were talking about it.

Niterose already established mafia!Gi-hun wears some flashy clothes so in my AU I like to think Woo-seok plays dress up with Gi-hun when he's bored and Gi-hun lets him, and sometimes he'll wear pieces Woo-seok lends him as part of his outfits (like the fluffy jacket in the one post Niterose talks about the mafia AU).

One day while Gi-hun is dressed in drag, In-ho shows up to talk to Gi-hun and he completely short circuits when he sees Gi-hun all dressed up and in make-up. And I like to think In-ho loves Gi-hun's legs (because who doesn't) so when he sees Gi-hun in stockings he's so flustered and can hardly speak except "legs 🫢" and Gi-hun is like "??? Excuse me??"

And to be even more self-indulgent I like to think Jun-ho is Woo-seok's supportive boyfriend 🥹

Tbh that's as much as I thought about it lol. Maybe one day I'll come up with a proper drag queen AU and not use an existing AU as a base 🤣 but I love her mafia AU so my mind automatically went to it

#asks #my posts #drag queen au #i guess lmao #457 #squid game #seong gihun #choi wooseok #tagging is dumb #wooho #crumbs

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aleariixx · 2 months ago

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“Gentle Love”

Pairing: Joel Miller x gn!reader

Placed: Austin, Texas

Tags: No-outbreak AU, Joel is an absolute goner, mention of Tommy and Sarah, soft Joel, no description of reader, just pure fluff and sweetness

Word count: 678

Notes: heeeyy yall. So, it’s my first time posting on here and I have absolutely no idea what I’m doing. Been writing stuff for a while though never thought about publishing them, but here we are. Hope you guys like this short but cute lil thing. Anywayy enjoy! <3

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Loneliness.

That’s what you’ve felt half of your life, maybe even longer than that. You never thought you’d meet someone who would love you for who you are, who would be there for you, keep you safe and healthy and happy, just be.. yours.

Until Joel Miller came along.

Joel is the type of person who brings you food before you even register you’re hungry. The type of person who holds and looks at you like you’re the answer to every question of the universe itself. The type of person to hold your hand in public or rest it on your lower back, hold you close when you’re walking through the market, kiss your forehead just because he wants to. Just because he feels the need to show you he’s there, always.

Joel isn’t a guy of many words, especially not the ones that, in one’s eyes, might make him look weak. No. He’s a craftsman — carpenter through and through — and he’ll make something for you whenever he can, whenever he gets an idea and thinks you’ll love it. And you do. Every time. Whether it’s something carved out of wood, or put together with things he found in the garage, or built with love and care (and Tommy’s help), you love and appreciate it all.

Joel would build you a house if you asked him to, no hesitation. Actually, he probably already has projects hidden somewhere in his house. He’ll do everything to see you light up and smile — that smile which makes his gruff heart melt the second he sees it.

It’s not only what he makes though, it’s what he does to make you feel his love — the way he holds you close like he can’t bear an inch of space between you. The way he wraps himself around you like he can shield you from everything bad in the world, keep you happy, safe, his. Even the way he helps you with stuff — you don’t have to ask him because he’s already there, putting his heart and focus into it like it’s his most important job.

Every time Joel says your name it’s like the first time he ever said it — like he’s testing the weight of it, savouring it, committing it to memory. Every term of endearment sounds like a poem, like something pulled straight out of his heart and put into words. Sweetheart, darling, sunshine, honey — every single one of them comes out of his mouth with softness no one’s ever heard from him, and probably never will because it’s only for you to hear.

Joel always puts you first. Always. An important client waiting for him at the site? Canceled. A project he’s supposed to finish quickly? Forgotten. A meeting? Rescheduled. Nothing is more important to him than you, especially when you’re not feeling well, when you want - need - him close. He’s there, and he’s not going anywhere.

He’d never admit it, but he carries a picture of you in his wallet. A small little thing he took a while back when you weren’t paying attention, meant for his eyes only. Every time he opens his wallet and sees it, he smiles — a small, private smile, meant for you alone.

Joel has three soft spots - you, Sarah, and Tommy. His little family, big enough to fill his whole heart. Sarah loves you, Tommy does too, and that? That’s all Joel has ever wanted — a happy life with people who mean everything to him. And now that he has it, he’s not letting go.

Joel healed you. Every doubt, every insecurity, every bad feeling or thought that’s ever crossed your mind — all gone. Every single day, he shows you what it means to be loved, to be wanted in every way possible.

And you? You do the same for him.

Because you healed him too.

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hexstrapp · 3 months ago

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ppl r so dramatic lol, if you dont like what i post or tag DONT INTERACT WITH IT. dont like jayvik? DONT INTERACT W MY JAYVIK ACCOUNT. dont like mel? DONT INTERACT W MY MEL ACCOUNT 😭😭😭😭

you do not need to reblog my shit to criticize what i tag or post. im tired of it and i will call u tf out idgaf.

im not afraid to be mean yall, stay respectful.

now is a good time to remind everyone:

i am a multishipper

a multishipper is NOT a proshipper

i focus on the same ships

jayvik

meljay

meljayvik

melvika

thats it.

anywayy

-rome🪐

#arcane #jayvik #mel medarda arcane #meljay #meljayvik #melvika

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fraugwinska · 8 months ago

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Chapter 22 - Negotiation

Negotiation (noun) 1. the process of discussing something with someone in order to reach an agreement with them 2. the action or process of transferring legal ownership of something 3. a dialogue between two or more parties to resolve points of difference or gain an advantage for an individual or collective

Tags&Warnings: Depictions (and results/injuries) of Domestic Abuse & SA, Manipulation & Intimidation

Valentino loved a lot of things. For example, he loved the smooth feeling of latex and leather on his skin, he loved the way he felt powerful when he could orchestrate a whole army of cocks and pussies to enact his visions into a movie that sells out in a few minutes alone and loved the dizziness his pheromonic cigarettes enveloped his ever-stirring brain in. He also loved Vox, in a weird sense. 'Possessive' could be a word to describe this particular strand of his love, although he never cared to sit down and overanalyze - he left that to the other Vees. But a fact was a fact, Valentino hated to share Vox and the feeling had gotten infinitely worse after that whole, ridiculous 'thing' his partner had for the Radio Demon had blown up in his flat-screened face all those years ago. Despite what others thought about him, Valentino’s head wasn’t hollow, rather than it was overflowing with emotions and thoughts alike. And now, he felt very conflicted. His mind was racing a million miles an hour, conflicting impulses battling out for the better choice. He could follow his instincts and snatch up the easiest solution, his favorite way to handle things, to end whatever stupid little problem Vox had with the cunt from Velvette’s viral video by force and let the other two handle the consequences – or be clever, subtle, manipulative as he once was and play along in hopes of scratching an itch he had felt for decades.

"Boss, Angel's here, but he's not alone. He brought..." "Yeah, yeah, I know, so shut the fuck up, Travis, and bring them to me already."

He watched his owlish, bootlicking underling (Trevor? Timon? Ugh, who cared anywayy?) retreat like a dog that got its nose in the pisspot a second time and Val rolled his eyes in annoyance, taking a last deep drag before the snipped his cigarette, burnt down to its last bit, off his long holder, just to place a fresh, more potent one in its place.

He knew Vox had his own, dumb scheme planned and though he was slick using him for it, thinking Val wouldn't notice. Or wouldn't care. But as always, Vox seemed to tune out Valentino’s own lingering feud with Alastor. The name alone tasted bitter in his mouth, and he hated bitter things. Too much of that dios abandonado deer prick lived in his partners head rent-free, taking up space that Val knew should be owned by him. Fucking was one thing, and Val knew he had sovereign rights over every goddamn part of Vox's body - some were fucking designed by him, for fucks sake! But his mind, that was still pocketed by Alastor - maybe it wasn't that sick adoration anymore, or obsession as it had been, but Val knew best that hate and love were twins, only separated by context, and as much as Vox would deny it until the day he got reset and sent straight back into double-hell, Val always caught those small hints of jealousy or bitterness, the short circuits, the overbearing zaps that flowed through Vox's entire, miserable being whenever he heard or saw something of his rival. It made his insides burn with passion, with the desire to reclaim what was supposed to be his all along and what Alastor robbed from him without even wanting it.

Valentino wasn't the kind of overlord to plan ahead for the long game. What he felt in the moment was what he would act on, and at this moment, it was no different. He decided he didn't care for what Vox was up to, but he'd follow him. If only to use this opportunity along the way for himself, to fuck with Alastor and his pretty, little pet. And if there was one thing Val had to admit in favor of the hated overlord, it was that opportunities were plentiful whenever Alastor was around.

“Remember your training and stay at my side, dear. You will not leave my sight and whatever I command you to do, you’ll do without the need for discussion, do you understand?”

Alastor’s voice was low and quiet as you followed behind Valentino’s unpleasant worker that introduced himself briefly as 'Travis' as he guided you to the elevator.

"Yes, Sir." You nodded, tense and anxious, focused on keeping your face a mask of indifference. You knew this was a huge concession on Alastor's part, bringing you here to help Angel and strike a deal with the rumored prince of porn. Sure, you've only met Val once in passing, but from the impression alone and what Angel told you about the overlord in both words and reactions, you dreaded to be in his presence any longer than needed. In a way, you had forced his hand, and the guilt you felt about that fact still twisted your insides, despite your logical reasoning from before. But he was here, with you, and you'd be damned if you would repay his allowance by disobeying him.

The Evening before

"...so yo' see his dilemma. It's either him gettin' on the chopping block, or it's you who's going into the slaughterhouse... an’ he’s dead set on keepin’ yo’ out of Val’s grasp."

You sat there, in silence, staring into your half-emptied cup of the sweet, slightly burning drink, the reflection of the golden liquid as the last glow of hell's sun disappeared behind the horizon and Husk ended his broken-down explanation. A strong, rough voice inside growled, raging against the borders of your mind. I'm going to kill this fucking cockroach.

"I still don't understand - how does Valentino even know who I am? I mean, what am I to him? He never met me, and I doubt Angel would've talked about me at work if he's willing to endure this...", you searched for words that didn't taste like bile in your mouth, "...treatment, just to protect me."

Husk scratched his neck, the ruffling sound of his fur almost drowned out by the soft static emitting from your side. "Listen, I ain't no expert, and neither is Angel. But he told me Vox was with him when he threatened Ange, and yo' know..." Husks eyes flickered to Alastor, then back to you, "I wouldn't be surprised if he got some unfinished business with... y'all."

Alastor let his tumbler, now void of the whiskey it held just moments ago, slam down on the counter, tutting with annoyance as the glass cracked in his grasp, the sharp edges pressing into his palms as the shadows around him began to swirl and sizzle. "How awfully dull and unimaginative of him. Figures that he'd manipulate his short-sighted mockery of a boy-toy to do the grunt work – he has always been like that."

Something in his tone made you uneasy. He had never sounded so... appalled, almost hurt. You knew that he despised Vox, but in lieu of an explanation you never would've dared to demand, you just deducted that it was because of the natural rivalry between two similar yet opposing medias they both represented. Innovation against Preservation. Vulgarity against Gentility. Video against Radio. Now though, you weren’t so sure of that anymore, thinking that it might be much more personal than that.

"How do you know..." Alastor's gaze, previously fixed on the empty cup, snapped back to yours. A warning hung in between you - that it was for him to know, and for you to stop talking and drop it. You felt your ears fold back before you even saw Husk's worried look, as Alastor rolled his shoulders back, lifting the weight of the quietly roaring shadows that had darkened the edges of your vision and let you remember to breathe again.

"It's of no matter anyways. It's not as if you're going."

Alastor sounded so final you bit your lip. It was clear that he wouldn't budge, and you were aware of what you swore to him. Loyalty. You've never had a hard time sticking to this vow before. Anything he demanded you had done without question or hesitation, not just because of the clause but because you, as twisted as it maybe was, always understood his reasons. And even though your heart felt a little sting at the thought, because he had been your sole focus, the master you trusted and one of the two only souls in hell you knew and cared about. But now there were more. There was Niffty, and Husk, and Charlie, even Vaggie... And Angel, your friend. Angel, who was willing to suffer for you, Willing to sacrifice his one night of proving to himself and all of hell's finest that he was more than 'just' a pretty face ruined in adult movies... Angel...

"I could at least try to..." "No. You can't."

"She can't what?"

Never before were you relieved to hear Vaggie’s sharp voice behind you. Alastor turned, the chair scraping across the floor as he faced the two girls, one with a suspicious, narrowed look, and the other a nervous, curious gaze. You and Husk stayed where you were, yet you shifted on your seat to watch as Vaggie folded her arms and Charlie, her hands full with steaming pizza cartons, took a step forward in a futile attempt to maybe act as a buffer between the two of them.

"Just a little hitch in our event planning, dear. Our esteemed resident has decided to forfeit his participation at the gala..."

Now it was Alastor's turn to be interrupted. Charlie almost let the grease-soaked cartons fall, before stumbling forward and almost squishing them onto the bar counter. "Angel dropped out? Why? He was so excited?! I just talked to him this morning, gave him some pointers for his costume."

"(Y/n) can't what, Alastor?" Vaggie asked again, ignoring Charlie's question. She hadn't changed her posture, her face set and unreadable.

"Nothing to fret over, really, we already..."

'Angel is in trouble and I' the one that could help him.' That's what you wanted to say. You felt your canine that bit into your lip slowly breaking the delicate skin, could taste the iron mingle on your tongue with the words under the girls stare. But if Alastor was set on his decision, then you'd break every trust he had in you and promise you made him. Aside your binding words. 'I'll give you my soul and loyalty to do as you please.'

"Val's blackmailin' him." Husk's voice was deep and steady as three pairs of surprised and one of furious eyes watched him, even though you felt what he most certainly did. Alastor’s static sending almost painful jolts in pulses his way, licking over your dangling legs in the process. But Husk didn't stop, taking your almost empty glass out of your hands, his paws squeezing your black fingers ever so slightly. Your eyes widened at the realization. He was taking the hit.

"He lets Angel work triple his load – makin’ him do disturbing shit no less - and made him cancel on us unless he gets to meet (Y/n) for who-knows-what. Nothin' good, if yo' ask me."

Charlie looked as if she was slapped in the face, her mouth opening and closing, the redness of her eyes intensifying as her hair began to flow around her. Vaggie, on the other hand, had her eyes trained on the radio demon, who hadn't moved a single inch, save the ever-present grin that stayed in place.

"That slimy, no-good, perverted...!" Charlie seethed, trying to calm herself. "How long has that been going on?"

"Don't know." Husk said. He had placed Alastor's empty, cracked tumbler away, the glass rattling as he let it fall in the trash. "He just came home an absolute wreck. Needed a strong drink, so I did my job. After two of them, he started to spill... Hasn't told anyone 'till now."

"And (Y/n) wants to help." Vaggie said, more a statement than a question. She looked at you, her expression becoming somewhat softer, before returning to Alastor with a renewed, hard stare. "And you won't let her?"

"Absolutely not." Alastor said, tightening the grip of his hands behind his back. "If you haven't noticed it yet - Valentino, as repulsive and vile as he is, is still an overlord. You might not like it - but manipulation and coercion is what got him in the so-called business he is in."

"Oh, and you'd know all about that, wouldn't you?" Vaggie spat, her hair starting to bristle as she took a step forward, balling her fist at the sight of Alastor's growingly frustrated, manic grin.

"Vaggie..." Charlie said, her tone a warning, and Vaggie backed down, although visibly reluctant, her face twisting in anger. The princess put a hand on her shoulder and squeezed, her face a mix of determination and pleading as she turned to the radio demon.

"Alastor, I get that you want to protect (Y/n) - it's actually kinda... sweet?" She ignored the snort and scoff coming from the moth and the cat respectively and continued, giving Alastor a weak smile. "But this is exactly what the hotel is supposed to do, right? Help people! If we don't step up for Angel now, how are we supposed to make a difference?"

She wrung her hands, her brows furrowed in an effort to find the right words. "I... We can't stand idly by when Angel gets extorted by that sleazeball, and being robbed of this experience - as small and insignificant as it may seem to you. I know it meant a lot to him."

She shook her head, looking almost apologetic as she added, her voice softer, more pleading "He needs us, Al. Needs us to show him that he is worth being helped, being protected, being cared about."

Charlie was so genuine in her words, the passion with which she spoke making her voice shake. And while her speech was superficially directed at the tall demon before her, you couldn't help but feel that she secretly spoke to yourself.

"I... would like to at least try." You decidedly avoided looking at Alastor as you talked quietly.

"Please, si... Alastor." You finally met his red gaze, and your voice was a whisper. "Have some trust in me."

For a moment, no one said anything. Vaggie's frown had disappeared, and Charlie held her breath, her hands clasped in front of her as she stared at the deer-demon. Husk's paws were resting on the bar top, his gaze fixated on his claws as they flexed. You felt Alastor's stare boring into you, and while his expression hadn't changed, his aura felt tense, almost angry.

"I do." His voice was sharp and cold, but his eyes softened a fraction, the corners crinkling. "But we can't have you go into that cesspool of depravation by yourself and..." he said, cutting off Charlie, who instantly opened her mouth to offer to accompany you, with a wave of his hand, "...no offense, Charlotte, but despite your regal status you are quite poorly equipped to handle the likes of Valentino. No, this negotiation requires exceptional finesse and cunning."

He turned to you, his expression both determined and challenging as he twirled his cane before slamming it into the ground, resulting in a single, long crack in the floor.

“Fortunately enough, I can pride myself in both.”

As the three of you stepped inside the elevator, the owl sinner deeply immersed in whatever was on his mobile phone and the doors closed, Alastor's hand moved from your lower back and came to rest on your shoulder, nodding a few inches to his left. You didn't move your head, but from the corners of your eyes you saw a security camera built into a seam in the mirrored wall move, swiveling its lens.

"Voyeuristic piece of scrap metal." you hissed under your breath, the staticky chuckle that came as a response relieving some of the strain on your neck as Alastor’s thumb slightly caressed over the pulse point on your jugular as he leaned a little closer to you. "Pay him no mind, darling. It's his sad fate after all - Always to watch, never to touch..."

The lights flicker for just the blink of an eye - Alastor's tone had been edgy and somewhat teasing, his sharp canines showing in the quick curl of his lips. Travis flinched, quickly closing the application he had been so absent-mindedly scrolled on and looked around with a panicked expression. "Shit, goddamn, what was... sorry, did y'all say something?"

Alastor waved dismissingly to the advertisement poster hanging in a display on the side of the cabin - all three Vees, in pompous outfits, promoting ice pops in their likelihood - and laughed jovially. "Just admiring the very... unique artwork displayed. Makes one think that the lines between tacky and tasteless blur all too quickly, don't you agree?"

Travis's eyes went back and forth between his razor-sharp smile and the poster. "Um, sure. Whatever. I'm not paid enough to have an opinion anyway."

The loud 'Ding' announcing your arrival ended all further interactions. As the doors slid open you stopped breathing for a moment, a heavy, sweet and almost sticky stench invading your lungs and nose. Pink smoke lingered over the floors in thick clouds, almost like a fluffy carpet, creeping into the cabin almost wrapping itself around your legs and Alastor huffed, smile tensing. It felt as if it was slithering up your shins, the skin underneath it prickling.

"Welcome to VeeProductions Headquarters, please sign a consent form before viewing the premises!" A metallic voice crackled through the silence, causing all three of you to drop your heads as a tiny, robotic girl in some sort of jester-lingerie hurried towards you through the fog of smoke, papers with said form flailing from one hand and a stamp held in the other.

"No need, Kitty, they have a meeting with the big boss." Travis kicked the little thing out of the way as he exited the cabin. You bit your lip at the unnecessary hostility and felt a lick of anger flare up, but you had no time to dwell on it as Alastor steered you past the startled thing, watching it limping around to collect the forms it had dropped as the owl sinner shoved it.

"Remain alert, keep up and whatever happens, you'll watch and follow my cues." Alastor murmured. The grip on your shoulder tightening subtly, almost protective in the way his fingers slightly sunk into the material. "The show's on, kitten."

"Now isn't that a sight for sore eyes?" A double door at the end of the corridor opened with a bang and a purring voice, slick and seductive and thick with mockery and interest, filled the space between you and the tall, slender moth demon before you. Had he already looked impressive sitting in a limousine, the sheer height of him as he leaned in the doorway, hands folded over his fluffy coat that spread out into the clouds of smoke and with his chest puffed out and antennas raised, seemed towering in comparison, even rivaling Stolas’. But contrary to the goetian prince, Valentino's presence didn't ooze elegance and decorum, but pure, smug narcissism. Your hands, neatly folded in front of you, tightened into rock-hard fists at the realization that Angel was in this... creep's control. "That I live to see the day of the Radio Demon having gotten himself some arm candy - dios mio, now I can die in peace." He laughed, it was slimy and fake, and took a deep breath, remembering your role and staying silent. Remain alert, follow his cues.

"Now, now, Valentino, you should know better than to make promises you don't intent to keep." Alastor tilted his head, remaining non-chalant, but his tone full of venom. "A good entertainer never promises more than he can deliver, after all."

"You should know." Valentino grinned, trying to look unfazed by the remark, but his smile wavered for a second, barely twisting into a growl before he composed himself. He stepped back to let you and Alastor inside his office, or whatever the room could be called. It looked more like a brothel sitting room, with obscene pictures of the moth in provocative and suggestive poses placating the walls. A big, luscious windowfront overlooking the entertainment district of Pentagram City stretched over one of the longer sides, two doorways that lead further inside the mansion were framed by pink lightbulbs that left everything in a fuzzy, pink glow. Pink and magenta must've been his signature colors, because it was found in every disgusting inch of this room, as well as heart shapes. They were everywhere: On doors and chandeliers, as decorations of handlebars, even in the wallpaper. The hypocrisy of it made your ears twitch.

"And you..." Valentino said with a sneer, pulling the doors closed with a bang that was a little too loud and rounded the pair of you, bending at the waist to look at you closely through his heart-shaped sunglasses. "... you must be the friend my little angelito was so eager to hide from me." He stretched out a clawed finger, tilting your chin up and to the sides, almost studying you like a toy he was about to invest a lot of money in. "Do you have a name, gata?"

You stared at him, remaining stone-faced as Alastor pulled you away and out of Valentino’s grasp, his eye twitching dangerously, although the pimp didn't seem to notice.

"My assistant's name is Gem, if you must address her. And I'd advise you to keep those hands from touching things that don't belong to you, dear chum, lest you don't want to find them as trimmed as your antenna." Alastor's cold voice was accompanied with the high pitch hum of static and Ozul hissing from his shoulders and into thin air. The words must've had some deeper meaning, because Valentino's gloved hand subconsciously smoothed his one, obviously damaged antenna with the flick of his wrist and a soured look. You could see the fight in his face, the fight of a man wanting to make a snappy comeback, but he decided against it, and his face turned mocking once more.

"Oh, now that's interesting - Tell me, Gem, does that mean he has already bagged your soul, Muñeca, or are you still up for grabs? I could make use of those pretty eyes in a lot of ways that’d make you both – rich and famous.”

You felt a sharp prickle running like a current down your spine, and you didn’t know if it was Alastor’s furious static or your own flaming anger, fanned by the way the moth let his eyes slide from your face over your breasts and the curve of your hips.

“No, thank you. I’m quite satisfied in my current position.”

Valentino only laughed, leaning his head to the side with a smirk as he breathed out more of that awful, pink smoke filling half of the room already. His tone was cold and taunting as he spoke again, licking the streaks of blood-red drool from his chin that had escaped him.

“I would love to know a few of those positions, baby, but I can see that you seem to feel very comfortable working under him.”

Your tail whipped with outrage, but Alastor’s claws slightly twitched on your shoulder, digging into your hidden scar ever so slightly, and you shut your lips as quickly as you opened them for a response.

“Could we get to the point, Valentino? As delightfully impudent as this conversation is, some of us have real work to do.”

The moth sighed overdramatically, waving to two pink, tacky chairs opposite to an equally tacky chaise lounge, where he let himself plop on with a flourish, flashing long legs in fishnet stockings and knee-high leather heels. You moved stiffly, guided by Alastor’s hand that remained like a vice on your shoulder until he had to let go and sat down in one of them, eyes sharply focused on Valentino. You did the same, and a wave of ease flushed over you as you heard and felt Ozul nestling behind you, attaching himself to your own shadow – like a safety belt, if things would go awry.

“How typical of you, Radio Demon, to put business before pleasure. But I’ll cut to the chase then.”

The pimp took a slender glass filled with a sparkling, yellow liquid and took a sip, running his tongue around the rim as he looked at you again.

“As you well know: I own Angel Dust’s twinky ass, and I won’t have him performing in your circo raro without paying the right price.”

Alastor’s claws tapped on the head of his microphone. “Well, if it's only finances that's the problem, I'm sure the princess is more than happy to compensate you. But I have a hunch..." The tinkling sound of his sharp nails against the metal of his sound shield got louder. "... that it's not money you're after."

The two locked eyes, both smiling broadly but with very, VERY different undertones, all while Ozul snarled quietly in a warning growl. Valentino didn't seem to notice the sound, or maybe he didn't care. Instead, he lit up another cigarette and stretched over the plush seat as he crossed his long legs and blew a fresh wave of that disgusting smoke across the table.

"More than a hunch, I guess, given that my initial invitation was only for the sweet joya, until you apparently insisted on tagging along. Getting soft in your old age, Radio Demon?" Valentino tilted the upper corner of his mouth into a grin and glanced at you with an arched brow.

You had to take a few steadying breaths - something was off about him, but you couldn't place it. Not only did his eyes glued to you like hot coals, making you uneasy in all kinds of ways you didn't want to investigate. But he was set to agitate Alastor, and for what it was worth - it seemed to be working. Although your master kept his poise and smiled politely, a few more degrees were added to his usual, menacing grin. And of course. The eye-twitch.

"Unlike you I prefer to safekeep the sinners belonging to me. Gem here is no exception."

"Oh?" The moths tone became dangerously sly. "So she does belong to you?"

"Obviously." you said before you could think about it, hoping feverishly that your sudden panic wasn't reflected in your still expression. You realized what Valentino was trying to do - and you'd be damned if you would allow Alastor's most important rule to be broken.

'You'll tell no one about our deal.'

"Given my position as personal assistant for such a powerful overlord, it's only natural to devote myself entirely to his services."

You had to thank the countless lessons of elusive answers you had learned living in the hotel. Alastor hummed lowly, and though it had no harmonies or melody, you recognized it as an appreciative gesture - you were following protocol: Be vague with information, tell no one. If Alastor didn't want Charlie and the others to know about your deal, he sure as hell wouldn't want one of the Vee's to know either.

Valentino's face flashed with scowled disappointment, but he just folded his arms and snipped some ash of his cigarette. "Your name is fitting, gata - you rarely find someone so... loyal. I can only hope for Angel-Cakes that some of this loyalty extends to him."

"Are we finally getting to the issue then?" Alastor asked, twirling his staff back and forth in his clawed hand, making it feedback ever so slightly. He leaned forward, resting his arms on the cane, mic still clicking softly at the tip and eyes glowing a deep red. "We are very aware of your history of keeping what you've caught in your web - so let's hear what you propose and we can all move on."

You clenched and relaxed your fingers around the soft padding of the seat underneath you, you stomach doing a nervous flip. You weren't sure you wanted to know what the moth had in mind, but just remembering Angel's blackened face and that look - that haunting look - was enough for you to steel your resolve and draw your gaze towards Valentino again.

The pimp sat up, stretching out his dusty wings patterned with more love hearts, as if in mocking. That demon knew nothing about love.

"Alright then. I could allow Angel to have his little... show at your party. In exchange, you will perform for my business, muñeca. A show for a show, that seems fair, doesn't it?"

Ozul roared, contorting into a dark, chaotic mass that darted up with lightning speed, stopping midair inches from Valentino's face and screeched in his surprised face. Alastor rammed his cane loudly onto the floor, and with bitter resistance the shadow withdrew, returning to its place behind you. There was a moment of silence. Stunned, angry, tense silence. Valentino was stunned. Alastor was angry. And you, you were painfully, incredibly tense.

“Now that was interesting.” With long, fingers, he pushed his rosy heart-shaped glasses back up to shield his glowing cerise eyes, seeming both bemused and maleficent. Alastor on his part collected himself quickly, smoothing his hair to the side in a consciously laisse-faire motion, although you could feel the almost painful static punishing his shade for his outburst, so much so that you wanted to reach behind you and touch him – but of course, you knew better than that. You were nowhere near safe waters. Yet.

“You have to excuse my shadows temper. Although it might’ve been the appropriate reaction to such an offensive proposition.” Alastor said courtly, tilting his head “You well know that those who serve me act as my extension. And I won’t allow one of my servants to engage in this frivolous meat show you call business. I pride myself in having class.”

“Believe me, I didn’t forget how much you value your chastity. Pity that it tends to ruin all the good things, isn't it, Alastor?" Valentino snorted, glancing down at his long claws. You had the lingering suspicion that there was a whole other conversation going on that had nothing to do with you, Angel or why you came, and by the way the red overlords’ eyes turned darker and darker you decided to - once again - try to end this conversation as soon as possible.

"When you say 'perform for my business', what exactly would that entail, sir?"

You had a hard time keeping a straight face under these two intense looks, feeling a cold shiver down your spine when both turned to look at you. The moth spoke first, chuckling.

"Mh, at least one of you is reasonable. Well, joya, it means that for the night Angel shakes his maracas for the princess, you do the same for a new club I'm opening. He told me you're quite the showstopper, and from what I've seen in Velvette’s sinstagram feed, I suppose you'd be up for the task."

Alastor tutted, shaking his head in condescension. "That hardly seems like clear terminology, old chum. Is it a private affair only? An establishment ordeal? And if so, does that imply your usual vulgar activities you have your... performers do?" He made quotation marks in the air with his claws at the last words, causing the moth to smirk, and Alastor to curl his smile nastily.

"If she's insecure about her abilities, I can gladly provide some lessons."

Ozul raged hot and furious again against your back, but this time, you spoke before he could do something foolish again.

"That'll be hardly necessary, as I'm not that kind of performer." You folded your hands to prevent them from shaking and rushed to choose your words carefully. Words that would get both of you out of here, Angel off Valentino’s hitlist, and you out of a deal you (and most assuredly Alastor) didn't want to make.

"I was trained to sing and dance, which I'm comfortable to do. Since Angel's performance will be modest given the occasion, I have no intention to trade his contribution to our gala with more than a polite offer of similar entertainment within my abilities, even though I'll be mindful of the context of your profession. And of course, this won't be considered a permanent, but a one-time occasion."

Your gaze wandered to Alastor, and you felt his eyes connect with yours - just for a moment. But it felt like a whole conversation - your question of his approval and reassurance that you left no loopholes, and his answer as he leaned his head to the side and started tapping his microphone again.

Valentino’s expression was one of careful calculation as he too glanced to the Radio Demon and his trademarked smile returned. "Quite a little rule-stickling pedant, isn't she? Wonder from who she picked that up."

"From the best in the business, of course. Now, what do you say to her proposal?"

The pimp sighed dramatically, flinging his empty glass over his shoulder and grabbing a fresh one from the tray the little animatron called 'Kitty' held up instantly. You eyed her, wondering if she was sentient, feeling a tinge of pity for her as you saw her walking away, still limping. But you couldn't save them all. For now, you'd focus on Angel. And yourself, for that matter.

"Fair enough. Let's not forget who we're talking to, right?" he added, looking at Alastor. The Radio Demon stayed mute, staring the moth overlord down with obvious vitriol.

"Then I'll say: Two nights, a little promotional photoshoot and I'll throw in 7 minutes in heaven with me on the house, gata. And Angel can return to his normal shooting schedule."

"One night, one song, no nudity or sexual acts involved. And Angel will face no further punishment for this matter." With a side glance to the demon sitting next to you, you saw the ghost of a twitch of his lips. Which, strangely enough, gave you the confidence to look Valentino straight in the eyes for the first time. "That offer is final."

There was a beat. One small moment of silence in which everything seemed frozen in anticipation. Neither overlord looked at each other, but at you, the air loaded like electricity and Ozul’s grip on your back became tighter.

"I think we have ourselves a deal, joya." The moths tone was surprisingly casual, as if you'd just agreed on how bad the weather was. His face didn't change, but his smirk curled around the corners as all three of you stood up and Alastor’s shadow companion returned to its master. You extended your arm, reaching for Valentino’s outstretched hand to seal the deal, glad to have this over with without further complications. How foolish you were.

"Ah, muñeca, I'm not like that old fashioned reprimido you keep company. I seal all my deals like this..."

You stumbled forwards as he grabbed your hand and pulled, one arm wrapped painfully tight around your waist, and you tasted smoke and burnt sugar as he bent down and kissed you.

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