#im not completely sold on their eyes yet but

[tenswrld]

true romance

popstar!haechan x upcomingartist!reader, angst, fluff

summary: haechan's the world's boyfriend — and yours too, i guess.

word count: 4.1k

listen to: true romance - pinkpantheress

a/n: first, sorry that its been so long...im trying to be better about writing but inspiration comes and goes,,i hope you will indulge in whatever this is!!! everytime i hear this song my mind goes to haechan for some reason sooo yeah >_< i have lots of drafts its just a matter of when or if i finish them LOL love yall tho & enjoy

•°. *࿐

tell me, do you view me the same or do you call me a stranger?

"leave a bit after me so no one sees."

haechan is popular — without a doubt one of the most popular artists of your time. everyone either wants to be him or be with him, to which you completely understand. everything about him screams someone who was born to be on a stage, stealing hearts and whatnot. with such a bright personality, it was almost impossible to not like him.

you've had the privilege of getting to watch haechan grow from singing songs he wrote in his bedroom on youtube to him performing them in sold out shows. you're a fan, of course, but somewhere along the way — with crazy luck — you've wiggled your way into his life and into his heart. the two of you were music artists wishing on every star for some kind of breakthrough to the industry (take a guess on who got it). naturally, it brought you together. you were there when haechan reached 5,000 subscribers, and you were still there when he was selling out shows to 50,000 people. you've stuck by his side for so long that you're sure that its where you fit best.

in the moment, however, you're not so sure anymore.

"leave a bit after me so no one sees."

the small smile on your face slowly disappears at haechan's words and hurt quickly settles into your chest. "...why? what would be so bad about that?"

haechan seems unable to grasp how upset you are at his words. he shakes his head with a small laugh. "it's not like that, y/n. but a scandal at this time wouldn't be good."

"a scandal?" you scoff slightly. "since when have you ever cared about that?"

he sighs and runs a hand through his hair that's still slightly wet from his post-performance sweat. "i just don't want to take any risks right now. especially since my album is coming out soon. you understand, right?"

"i fly all the way out here to see you, and you don't want to be seen with me?" you say with a trembling lip and a weak voice. you're hurt and you're angry, but can't seem to keep your tears at bay.

"i didn't say that."

"you might as well have," you spit back at him.

"let's talk about this later, okay? trust me, it would be a lot worse for you than it would for me." haechan picks up his bag and swings it over his shoulder, making his way towards the backstage exit door.

frozen in place overwhelmed with emotion, you watch your boyfriend open the door. you think he's had a change of heart when he pauses at the door and turns back to you, but somehow he's managed to hurt you even more.

"maybe you should take these too," he says, placing the bouquet you made him back into your hold. the smell of roses and sunflowers taking over your senses as more tears well up in your eyes. you hope the flowers hide them from haechan's gaze. though, you're not so sure he'd notice anyway, as he'd already let the door close and left you behind.

•°. *࿐

'cause, baby, i don't care about the fame

people talk. as an upcoming music artist, you're aware that people talk. as the (hidden) girlfriend of a global superstar, you're more than aware that people love to talk about anything and everything that doesn't concern them.

you and haechan aren't on the same level of fame — not that it matters to you. it never mattered to you, really. even as haechan grew and grew and you remained with your significantly smaller (but still decent) following, fame was never your strongest desire.

yet, now, you're wondering that maybe if you were just a bit more famous, more popular, more well known, then you wouldn't feel as far away from haechan as you do right now. even as he sits beside you on the king bed of the luxury suite he booked for this stop of his tour, you feel further away from him then ever.

"i mean, what would people say about us, y/n? about you?"

"you keep saying that, hyuck, but you're not explaining it to me," you say, growing frustrated with him. "why is it just about me?"

he purses his lips before averting his gaze to the floor. "they'll say nasty stuff about you — that you're using me for fame, or money, or something like that."

you shake your head. "but you and i both know that's not true. we've been together for how many years now? their words shouldn't matter." you take hold of his hand and rub your thumb against his knuckles. "you could have nothing and i'd still be here."

"people don't know that," he scoffs. "they'll assume the worst about you."

maybe he's right — you're sure they will assume the worst about you regardless of your long, deep history with haechan. would he start to believe them? you think it, but you don’t ask — too afraid of the answer you might receive.

"what are you so afraid of?" you ask him softly, begging him with your mind for him to look at you.

but he doesn't, his eyes stayed trained on the ground and he can only weakly squeeze your hand that holds onto his own.

"i don't know."

•°. *࿐

tell me, why i don't play about you

every song is about you

haechan finally has a short break in between the legs of his tour and he chooses to spend every waking moment of it with you.

things between the two of you have felt rocky for a while. it makes haechan ashamed to say it, but he's been so focused on tour and his new album that he's pushed everything else to the side. he's a perfectionist and he feels like he's barely made it — he wants everything to work out perfectly and is committed to making sure that happens. he's not sure how long he's been brushing off anything non-career related, but he misses you — even if you're with him.

he flys the two of you out to a small, quaint place in kyoto where he finally gets to enjoy some peace and quiet in his life. he chooses to turn off his phone, not too keen with the idea of his manager berating him about all his responsibilities he'll have to tend to when he gets back. he's on vacation and he's here with you: the one person who's been with him through every up and down.

you're laying in his arms and haechan misses you to the point where it hurts — when was the last time he laid with you like this? the revelation urges him to pull you closer, placing a soft kiss to the crown of your head as you lay on his chest. he sighs into your hair, breathing all of you in. it's silent, for the most part, until you ask a question that rattles haechan's being.

"why do you not sing about me?" you ask it so softly that haechan almost misses it.

"what? what are you talking about?" he's genuinely confused as to what you mean. who do you think he sings about?

"i know a handful of your old old songs are about me, but you don't perform those anymore," you murmur into his chest. "ah, don't mind me, i'm just talking."

you sound embarrassed and defeated and haechan wants to cry. did you really not know? how long has he been pushing you away?

"y/n, every single song i write is about you," haechan professes. "i couldn't write about anyone else if i tried."

his words shock you, even if they shouldn't. you tilt your head up to look up at him and he looks down at you with the softest gaze.

"not that i ever would, anyway," he continues, a sad smile painting his face.

"you mean it?" you whisper to him, wanting so badly to believe him.

when haechan's resolve breaks and his eyes glaze over, you know he means it. his hold on you tightens with one hand and the other comes up to caress your cheek, swiping a tear you didn't even know had fallen.

"of course," he croaks. "you're my muse, y/n. you."

this time, you're wiping his tears away as he cries and cries into your palms. you shift the two of you so that he lies in between your legs, arms wrapped around your waist and face buried into your torso, your hands running through his hair. he's apologizing over and over and doesn't say why, but you know why. you regret ever doubting haechan's love for you — even if he was to blame.

but, just as you're certain you love him more than anything, you know that haechan loves you back all the same.

"it's always been you, y/n."

•°. *࿐

and everybody’s shouting out your name

“you look too handsome to be pouting like that, you know,” you tease lightly, approaching haechan to adjust his tie fondly.

he can’t help but smile at you as you do so, his hands easily finding their place around your waist, tugging you close. “if you tell me to stay, i will.”

you sigh and place your hands upon his chest, allowing you to push yourself up to place a soft kiss on his lips. his lips trail after yours once you pull away and he pouts at you again, eyes begging for another kiss but you push him back ever so slightly.

“you can’t miss this, hyuck, you know that. this could be really big for you!” you beam, swiping a bit of your lip gloss off of his lips. “some important people might be there.”

“but you won’t be there,” he whines. “what’s the point?”

you roll your eyes playfully. “you’ll be fine. now go, your manager has been waiting.” haechan sighs and leans down to place one more kiss on your lips.

you pull away before he can get carried away. “go! and put a good word in for me with taeyong, yeah?”

haechan rolls his eyes but smiles at you, pecking you on the cheek as he bids you farewell. “no promises.”

ੈ♡˳

it’s barely been over an hour and haechan wants to leave.

normally he’s able to tolerate these sorts of things — the bright lights, loud music, snobby people all trying to one up each other. he can get by and chat with anyone as if he’s known them for years. typically, events like these breeze by for haechan. why was he hating every second of it?

it’s lee taeyong’s end of year celebration party. of course, as his junior, haechan was invited. he’s grateful that he’s made friends with lots of other artists under his company, otherwise haechan would have been long gone within the first 45 minutes of arriving. but, haechan stays, mostly because he admires taeyong and does, in fact, bring up you and your songs — which, to his surprise, taeyong says he knows you and enjoys your music.

haechan isn’t given the chance to talk more, unfortunately, due to an excited kim jungwoo who locks an arm around haechan’s shoulder and drags him away.

“ow — hyung! i was in the middle of a conversation!” haechan grits to jungwoo, lightly shoving his arm off of him.

“my bad, it looked like you needed saving,” jungwoo chuckles. “come on, everyone’s been looking for you.”

jungwoo leads haechan to a small circle of people to which haechan knows as his small circle of friends: mark, his company's beloved canadian rapper; johnny suh, one of seoul's most popular djs; and of course there's kim jungwoo, kim doyoung, and jeong jaehyun who make up dojaejung, korea's heartthrob boy group.

"yo, where have you been?" mark greets him excitedly, lightly slapping him on the shoulder playfully.

"what do you mean 'where have i been', i saw you yesterday, mark," haechan grumbles.

"woah, someone needs a drink," johnny chuckles. doyoung is quick to hand haechan a glass of champagne.

haechan takes a large gulp, hopefully to ease whatever tension he feels in his shoulders. he's trying to enjoy the party, he really is, but all he wants to do is come home to you.

"everything okay?" doyoung asks him, concerned with the way haechan seems to be downing his drink.

the younger boy sighs. "yeah, i'm fine, sorry. just stressed out."

"oh, your album is coming out soon, right?" jungwoo remembers, nudging haechan with his elbow. "congratulations!"

the rest of the boys congratulate him and haechan can only half-heartedly reply despite being very grateful.

"i'm sure it'll be great," johnny reassures him.

"saw a lot of love songs on that track list," jungwoo teases. "got a special someone?"

haechan stills at his words and he's caught in an argument with himself. does he mention you? does he say no? is this how he wants people to find out you’re together? before he can even reply, though, jaehyun cuts in.

"speaking of, i heard that kim minjeong has had her eye on you for a while, haechan," jaehyun says. he raises his eyebrows at the younger boy and haechan gulps, the rest of his friends nudging him playfully as they coo at him.

"that's the model, right? and singer?" doyoung asks. "you should talk to her!"

haechan feels like he's going to be sick. maybe he's being dramatic — its not like they're shoving him into minjeong's face and asking him to profess his love. still, he feels like he's betraying you in some way and he realizes he has to go home.

"i can talk you up, probably," mark says. "we're normally at the studio at the same time."

“i heard that shin ryujin has been talking about you, too,” johnny pipes in. “honestly, who hasn’t been talking about you? i’m surprised you’ve done nothing about it.”

doyoung hums. “she seems like your type, donghyuck! i know some people over at —“

"no! no, don't — " haechan places his champagne glass onto a nearby table abruptly and sighs shakily. "just...don't. sorry, i-i don't feel well. i should go."

confused and concerned eyes watch haechan as he rushes towards the nearest exit. he doesn't bother saying goodbye to taeyong, but makes a mental note to send him an apologetic note tomorrow. haechan sees kim minjeong catch sight of him, and he's sure she's about to make an attempt to stop him to chat with the way she looks at him with a flirty gaze. haechan is quick to turn in the opposite direction and flees out of the nearest door.

haechan's manager comes out soon behind him, frenzied after trying to catch up to a frantic haechan. he doesn't get the chance to ask the latter if he's okay, too occupied with calling their driver upon haechan's request.

"home," he chokes out. he's out of breath and he feels dizzy — whether its from the champagne or from guilt, he's unsure.

"i want to go home."

•°. *࿐

i'm in the crowd, can you see my hand?

haechan has reached the encore of his final show of his tour, yet he still feels a pressure that he cannot explain.

its not from all of his seniors and friends that attended in support of him, he knows that. it's not from the different producers and music artists that flew to seoul for him, either. its a pressure that weighs on his chest that has made him feel unsatisfied with each stage, despite putting 150% effort in everything.

the crowd is going crazy for him after he delivers his final ment, and he takes a moment to soak in it all, in hopes it would give him some peace of mind.

then, his eyes finally spot you.

you, in the back row of some random section, sitting with your manager, with a banner with his name on it and a headband with bear ears perched on top of your head. he doesn't know if you can tell that he's staring right at you, but you start waving around the banner with excitement. haechan can't help but adore you even more than he already does.

time stops for him as he realizes that you're here. through thick and thin you've always been there — what has haechan ever done for you? he hasn't given you even a sliver of what you deserve, yet you've never left him. you stayed when he was a nobody, and even now when he's been terribly selfish, you let him be.

there are thousands of other hands waving at him, but haechan can only see yours.

"actually," haechan starts, quickly silencing the crowd. "there's one more thing i wanted to say."

from your seat, you feel your heartbeat quicken. haechan is still standing and looking into your direction and you know he sees you.

"there's someone very special to me that's here tonight."

your heart stops as you realize what he's doing and you can't help but glance at your manager in a panic. fans around you are murmuring in confusion since haechan had already given a shoutout to his guests.

"they've been by my side since i was writing silly love songs in my childhood bedroom," haechan says, a fond smile taking over his features. "i wrote those love songs about them then, and i still write every love song about them now."

the gasps and shocked noises at his confession fall upon deaf ears — to you, you and haechan are the only two people in the world.

"some of you may know her — she's an amazing music artist as well. far better than me, in my opinion, but maybe i'm a bit biased." haechan sees you laugh and can't help but chuckle too.

"my girlfriend, y/n, is here tonight, and i couldn't be more grateful. wave, y/n!" haechan calls out to you. surprisingly, the camera cuts to you as you wave shyly, hiding behind your haechan banner. even more surprising, the crowd cheers loudly for you.

"isn't she cute?" haechan asks. he's delighted when he sees and hears the rest of the stadium agree.

haechan finally feels that weight lift from off of his chest and he feels like he can breathe. he's happy — ecstatic, even — now that the world finally knows he's yours.

"y/n, you once asked me what i was afraid of, and i said i didn't know," haechan recalls gently. "but i know now." he purses his lips to prevent himself from choking up.

"you've always been so supportive of everything i've done. you've done so much for me and i'm not sure how i could ever repay you." haechan sucks in a sharp breath. "i'm afraid that i'll never truly deserve you."

the crowd coos and some fans in front of you turn around to look at you. you're a mess: tears are streaming down your face, and your hands are shaking. you hide pathetically behind your banner again as your manager wraps a comforting arm around your shoulder.

"i'm sorry for making you wait." haechan puts a hand over his heart, and you do the same. "i love you."

the camera cuts to you again and haechan glances at the monitor to get a better look at you as you mouth something back. haechan doesn't even attempt to conceal his smile or to hold back his tears. there's no use.

"i love you, too."

•°. *࿐

say what you want, this is true romance

“did you really have to mention that, hyuck?”

your boyfriend settles next to you on the couch, arm draping over your shoulder, as you scroll through his recent interview with vogue korea.

you pout at him and he's unable to stop the smile that takes over his face. he pinches your cheek and you quickly swat his hand away.

"what? what did i say?" he rests his chin on your shoulder to read the article for himself.

"i mean, does the public really have to know about me crying on our first date?" you complained. you continued scrolling and laughed as you read. "in what context would you ever have to tell vogue about our matching crayon shin-chan pajama pants?"

haechan laughs and presses a kiss to your shoulder. "honestly, i don't remember half of what i said during this interview. or any of what they asked me." he tugs you a little closer to him so that you're leaning against him, laying the two of you down. "all i know is that i'm pretty sure i started talking about you so much that they just called it a day."

"you're that obsessed with me, huh?" you teased.

haechan scoffs, wrapping both of his arms around you tightly. "obviously."

he watches you open instagram and sees you check the likes on your new post. he gasps dramatically, loosening one arm around you to snatch his phone from his pocket. "you posted?! where was my post notification?" he whines cutely.

he's a little too quick to find your account and he then quadruple clicks the picture to give it a like. "babe, why are your comments off? i was about to get really out of pocket," haechan whines again.

"okay, first, don't do that, please. save some of your dignity," you scold him. "but its because people are mean," you admit softly.

haechan's eyebrows furrow together and his tone stiffens. "who? what did they say?"

you sigh. "no one specific, don't worry. some people are just not too keen about us. your predictions were right, i guess," you attempt to joke, but it only makes haechan upset.

"here, come here," haechan beckons you up with him as he sits up. you're still under one of his arms, which he locks around your neck as he tugs you into his side. you're caught off guard, but lean into him anyway, arms wrapped around his torso. haechan lifts his phone up and takes selfies of the two of you, cheeks pressed together as you both smile uncontrollably.

you're both giggling like two high schoolers fresh into a relationship and you've never felt more happy and in love in your life. haechan presses wet kisses against your cheek before you eventually push his face away. still, he steals one more kiss from you — this time on your lips — and you let him.

"okay, i'm posting all of these," haechan declares casually, leaning back against the couch.

your eyes widen and you reach for his phone in an attempt to stop him, but haechan has already dodged you and raised his hand up. "hyuck, don't."

"why not? i'm in love with you, people just have to deal with it," he shrugs. "anyone who has a problem with us can get blocked."

you fall onto haechan's chest and he gladly wraps you up in his arms again. "you're stupid, but i love you."

"good, because i just posted it."

you peer up at haechan's phone and you see that he was true to his word. all of the selfies you just took piled into one singular post to which haechan captioned 'my heart'. you watch as he scrolls through the comments and blocks anyone with anything bad to say.

"wow, you weren't kidding," you say, amused.

"'course not. these people need to learn true romance." he leans down to kiss you one more time, this time letting the kiss linger. he pulls away but rests his forehead against yours, staring at you with eyes full of love. "i love you, too, by the way."

ੈ♡˳

haechan is popular — without a doubt, he's one of the most sought after guys in the industry. he's confident, charismatic, and he's bright. he's everyone's dream guy, it's no secret.

but, above all, he's yours, and you're his as well. he has devoted his heart and life to you and its not a secret to anyone anymore.

this time around, haechan wraps you up in his scarf to protect you from the cold before the two of you leave.

"i already have a scarf on, hyuck, just keep yours," you mumble from underneath the thick fabric.

haechan doesn't hear you (not just because he literally can't) because he's too focused on zipping up your jacket and tugging your beanie over your ears.

"okay," he says as he intertwines a hand in yours. he clutches the bouquet you made for him proudly in his other arm while he carries your bag and his own over his shoulder. "let's go home!"

its bittersweet as you realize how familiar yet different the situation is. you clutch haechan's hand tighter as he tugs you towards the backstage exit door, outside where the press and his fans are waiting.

he doesn't hide you anymore. no, instead haechan shows you off proudly and wholeheartedly as if it was what he was meant to do.

[mediumgayitalian]

fic rec friday 20

hi!! welcome to fic rec friday. every week, i pick five fics i have bookmarked and rec them with a little review. check them out!

farm to table by @buoyantsaturn*

“There’s another group of kids here,” she said, crossing her arms and raising an eyebrow. “Said they’re looking for the Ghost King.”

I FUCKING LOVE THIS SERIES. NO WORD OF A LIE IM OBSESSED. i got an ask a couple weeks ago on what i see will & nico doing in their futures and i havent answered it yet BUT this series in particular is never what i would have thought for them and yet it fully and completely convinced me. i love the way their relationship is portrayed here, i love the nuances about will's gender, i love them figuring adult demigodhood out! i love the solace family! this series is another one of those stories that i think back to when im writing bc it's so spectacularly done

2. hopeless case by @restinreesespieces

“Nico,” Jason wheezes as he slams the door to the Hades cabin open. “Nico, I think I’m in love with my best friend.” “No, really?” Nico drawls, barely looking up from his book. Or: in which nico is jason’s wingman this time around.

i was sold on the 'jason is a disaster. nico is also a disaster but more subtle about it' like that SENT me 😭😭 such an apt description of their friendship. and leo wearing crop tops bc there's less clothes to burn and jason losing his mind over it is so real and true

3. seize the day by @restinreesespieces

“-Hey, Jason? Are you okay?” “No,” Jason snaps. “You’re distracting me.” Silence. Leo comes forward. Jason’s back digs into the wooden edge of the table. “I’m distracting you?” Leo’s hand twitches, like he’s not sure where to put it. It lingers in the air between them, making a choice. Instead of a friendly shoulder pat or slap on the back, Jason’s fingers are met with the familiar warmth and completion of Leo’s. Their hands interlock, sliding into place as they’ve done so many times before under the cover of darkness. But this time there’s light, and they can’t escape the bright truth that it brings. “How, exactly, am I distracting you?" or: valgrace dead poets society au (with a happy ending)

this fic was so FUN like jason in theatre....ur so absolutely right. loved loved this story it was such a delight to read like who cares about reality what if everyone is gay at whatever time period we wish forever

4. crush the size of jupiter by @restinreesespieces

“Aw,” he joked. “And here I thought we had a connection.” “Yeah, maybe that’s because we’re tied at the ankle, Solace.” Or: In which Nico thinks he can ignore his budding feelings for a certain son of Apollo, and fate decides otherwise.

the flower symbolism had me GAAAAGGGGEED and nico going oh. oh, no had me CLUTCHING MY CHEST SHDNSJDNS. WHY IS HE SUCH A MESS

5. stars on my skin by @restinreesespieces

“Will,” he says, “I think you’re being silly.” “What?” Will tries to hide his confusion, and Nico rolls his eyes. “You’re being silly,” he repeats. “I told you your bedside manner is okay. So why don’t you believe it? Do you think I’m a liar?” “No! I just-” “Hmph,” he huffs, pretending to be miffed. “I think you’re afraid of nothing. Nobody’s gonna be mad if you’re a little enthusiastic about healing them. That means you want to save them! That’s what heroes do.” “I’m - I’m a healer,” he says quietly. “Yeah,” Nico replies. “Isn’t that what I said?” or: after the quest group to rescue annabeth leaves camp, a ten-year-old nico winds up in the infirmary and meets will for the first time.

BABY SOLANGELO BABY SOLANGELO BABY SOLANGELO IM LOSING MY MIND WHAT IF EVERYTHING WAS GOOD AND EASY WHAT IF THE WORLD WAS KIND TO THEM

thank you for joining me this friday!! happy reading!!

[tojisun]

sunnyyy!! omg omg okay so idk what you put in your toxic dbf series but im sure its crack cause i know its freaking hurtful but i love it!! ur mind is >>>>>

alsoooo, i have this idea that i plan on writing for miguel but idk where to start SO IM GIVINF IT TO YOUUU!!

so lets call her bunny in this one. say bunny is enough of his shit, won’t let him do her dirty anymore because she refuses to be stupid. she’s no longer cassie howard and moves on to another man. a man who knows what he wants and who isn’t afraid to let her know that he wants her. he’ll cherish her, he adores the fuck out of her, he shows her off and he makes a promise to put a ring on her finger,

but simon doesn’t like that. not even one bit. and it ticks him off because why is he like this? why is he so worked up that she finds someone who finally treats her better than she can? yet, he can’t let it go. he lets her know. she has to know.

and so, at two am he comes knocking at her door. flowers in his hand, nicely dressed for the first time to let her know that he’s doing it for her and only her. not erin.

and it takes a lot in her to not slam the door in his face because she’s happy right now,

“you look at him the way i wanted to be looked by you, sweetheart” he admits, swallowing the lump in his throat. “and i envy that.”

she stares at him with a deadpan look. not really feeling a single thing anymore, leading him to continue.

“i have no right to say that, i know but—“ he pauses to take a deep breath. “i want to be with you. i want to be your man and i want you to let me”

she doesn’t want him to

ANA?? ANA MY LOVE???? THIS MAKES ME VIOLENTLY ILL

thinking about this in the dbf!simon series??? oh but im absolutely sobbing // same timeline as this !!

thinking about how you cry and wail and mourn for the years wasted on simon. thinking about the way you crumple on your bed, curling underneath your sheets, your cries now having been reduced to silent tears—this doesn’t mean you feel any better. instead, you feel even more distraught, upset in a way that feels bigger than yourself.

thinking about the promise you make to yourself. how, when the morning breaks, you will move on. that no matter how painful it may be—and it will be—you will strive to let go of simon. truly and completely this time around.

and that’s what you do. you fall asleep in exhaustion, heart heavy and mind buzzed. in the morning, you blink your eyes open and lay in bed for a few more minutes, suspended above your heartbreak, before it all comes crashing down on you. tears trickle from the corners of your eyes but you stay resolute, strong grip corralling your grief into the corner of your heart, before you get your day going.

you start by throwing everything that reminds you of simon: polaroid pictures and framed photos, shirts and clothes and socks and lingeries, towels and bedsheets, trinkets and accessories from across the globe—little souvenirs he’s brought to appease you.

(in the long haul, many of them were actually donated, while some were sold. but today, as you submerged yourself in your heartache, you dumped everything in a black garbage bag. out of sight, out of mind.)

blocking simon’s number actually turned out to be last. you deleted the pictures you have with simon in your phone prior, and then blocked and deleted his number altogether.

you breathed in deeply once you’re finished and collapsed to your bed again, trying to ignore the bareness of the walls and the emptiness of your room (let alone your heart).

the tears come again—they will come more often than not—and you let them. you open the locked corner of your heart and let the grief out. you mourn for what was lost; for what could’ve been. but most importantly, you mourn for the ways you’ve let yourself be trapped in such an unhappy moment.

moving on comes slowly; it comes so torturously that you thought it would never happen. but it does, and it does so during one quiet afternoon.

on that day, you realize that not once did you think of simon. not once did the memories trickle in to rip you away from the jovial present. and as you stand there in your kitchen, the sounds of the microwave beeps piercing through mutedly, you feel remade.

you feel whole, once again.

-

simon noticed, of course. he noticed the way your messages stopped coming in, or the way you no longer use your dad as an excuse to meet simon, or the way you just fell off the radar.

simon tried to reach out to you once and realized that you’ve got his number blocked.

it’s whatever, he thinks. because simon has never known you well, has never tried to learn more about you, so he thinks that this—your silent treatment and your detachment—is all a ploy. something like you playing hard-to-get.

so simon doesn’t think much about it until days turn to weeks, and weeks turn to months, and months are slowly building up to turn to a year.

simon doesn’t hear from you and, despite all his posturing, he realizes that he’s missed you. so he decides to drive by to pick you up for dinner and maybe apologize for whatever it is now that he’s done.

he gets to your dorm and rings your room. the intercom scratches awake, the person from the other side, your dorm mate he’s sure, asks who it was, and simon tells them his name. then, he tells them that he’s here for you.

there is silence for a while, almost loaded in a way that simon knows it’s not the intercom breaking up, and he gets his answer when he’s given a curt reply of, “she doesn’t want to see you. bye.” there is the distinct screech and then the line drops before simon could even ask why.

and simon feels lost. untethered.

-

john is a good man. that’s the first thing you realized. it terrified you, at first, how much you looked forward to meeting him. how much of being with him—simon’s friend—makes you happy.

you waited for the other shoe to drop, shoulders perpetually hunched as though that can shield you from the inevitable of john leaving you. of john using you.

but john is so warm. john is so gentle and kind and patient and loving.

john holds your hand and you know he isn’t looking for more. he drops you off at home, tells you to rest well and to say hi to your dorm mates, before taking off on his bike.

john kisses your cheeks and you know he isn’t looking for something more passionate. more heated. and you crave for his touch, yes, but there is something so special in the way john shows his affection—all crinkled smile and quiet chuckles; all whispered words and promises fulfilled; all soft and tender and secure.

it was a love so different, so beautiful, so really it wasn’t surprising at all when your relationship grows, thriving alongside your healing.

(he promised, you know? he promised, as he played with your hand, that he’ll one day put a ring on your finger. your lips wobbled and you told him to stop making loaded promises such as that, but john just turned to you with a soft smile and said, “i look forward to the day we share the same vow, bunny. if you would have me.”

you hiccupped sob and threw your arms over his shoulders, nodding because, “i would. john, i would!”

he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close and sharing warmth with you. you burrowed your head on the crook of his shoulder, breathing him in, letting his presence wash over you.

john, you thought. johnjohnjohn.)

-

simon drives to you the day after he confronted john. he drives to you with all of his messy heart spilling from the ridges of his ribs, beating only one name—yours.

he’s never felt this way before. not with all the pretty people he’s gone out with, or his first love, or even erin. erin who simon once imagined a future with. erin who simon once loved. not even that could triumph over the expanding turmoil that simon’s basking in.

he calls on the intercom of your dorm again, begs your roommate that may you please hear him out, and then he sees you.

god, you’re just as beautiful as he remembers.

“love–”

“what’re you doing here?”

your words are soft, quiet, but simon isn’t fooled. he sees the anger in your eyes, the hurt having festered into resentment. he wonders how apologies could trickle from his lips—where to even begin?

“please,” you say when simon’s silence stretches on. “just tell me whatever you want and then leave.”

“this. this is what i’m here for. the anger in your eyes– it’s just–…” he breathes in sharply. “i saw you and john, you know? and the way you look at him, it’s how i want to be looked at by you, love.” he swallows the lump in his throat. “i didn’t know what i had until i lost you and i’m so envious of him, i am, so please.”

you stare at him with wide eyes even when your face is smooth of any emotion. simon wonders what you must be thinking but he bulldozes through, hoping that you can give him one last chance.

he promises this time, truly, he’ll be better.

“i have no right to say this, i know, but–” he pauses to take a deep breath, his fists balled tightly. “i want to be with you. i want to be your man and i want you to let me.”

a heartbeat passes, and then, “simon, you are a selfish, selfish man.”

your words are barely louder than a whisper but they scratch at simon’s heart. he looks at you, gaze turning desperate when he sees nothing but bubbling fury and disappointment in your own.

“how dare you,” you say. “you tell me that you saw me and john, and then what? instead of letting me go, instead of letting me move on, you come in here and demand that i return to you?”

“love, i–”

“don’t call me that!”

your anger tips over, now spilling out. he watches the way your eyes glisten, tears dripping to stain your cheeks.

“i’m not your anything, si! not anymore!” you take in a ragged rasp of air, choking on your sob. it tugs at simon’s heartstrings and he moves to comfort you but you pull away, sneering at him in your anger. you wipe at your eyes, scrubbing furiously.

“everything about what you’ve said just now, everything, was all about your wants. all about you. just like how it’s always been,” you murmur, the fight leaving you.

you looked small, hunching into yourself, and simon is hit with this feeling; something that lodges itself in his throat.

“lov–… i’m sorry,” he says because he is.

gods he is.

“just go,” you tell him, meeting his eyes for one last time because he knows that this is the end of it all.

you turn away from him then, closing the building door behind you. he watches from behind he glass doors as you disappear into the hallways and stepped into the elevators and, just like that, simon’s lost his chance of making things right.

ANA MY GOD THIS MADE ME FERAL!! i hope u would like this one bb :(( hope i gave ur vision justice

[strawnarrries]

because im sad about the last show, here's a little imagine about y/n and harry reminiscing the past two years the night before the last show :(

warnings: mentions of sex but nothing graphic

Your eyes fluttered open and you realized it was still dark outside, a sign that it was not quite morning just yet. You're not sure why you woke up. It was like your body knew something was off because when you turned over, the bed was empty beside you.

Rubbing your eyes to clear the sleepy haze, you noticed light coming from under the closed door of the bedroom in the villa you and Harry are staying in. Getting up out of bed, you opened the door and the sudden change in lighting burned your eyes. After getting used to it, you walked towards the kitchen and spotted your husband, leaning up against the counter, sipping on something inside of a mug.

“Harry?” you hummed, walking up to him.

“Oh hey, did I wake you up? I’m sorry," he looked up at you with doe eyes and messy hair sticking up in every direction.

“What are you doing?”

“Can’t sleep.”

You popped your bottom lip out and wrapped your arms around his bare waist, his instinctively wrapping around yours after setting his mug on the counter, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I just can't believe the last show's tomorrow night.”

“Aw, I know. You wanna talk about it?” you hummed, looking up at him with tired eyes.

"I'm gonna miss it. A lot," he whispered, "but at the same time I'm excited for a long break."

"It's bittersweet."

"Yeah," he nodded.

"It's gonna be weird not getting to watch you on stage every night in your sparkly outfits."

He chuckled softly, "You don't get those outfits at home, do ya?"

"No, I get you either naked or in the one stupid shirt that you refuse to throw away even though it's practically in shreds."

"Thought you loved that shirt?" he teased.

You glared up at him before changing the subject, "What'dya think you'll miss the most? Just being on stage?"

"Yeah. Performing. It's one of my favorite things in the world to do. I just get such a rush from being out there and interacting with the fans and hearing them scream my lyrics."

"And hearing them bark at you," you added.

He giggled, "Yes, that too."

"You'll be back though. It's not the end."

“You're right. I feel like this tour was just special for some reason, I dunno. I fear I’m gonna get really emotional tomorrow on stage though. I was holding back tears at the show the other night," he chuckled.

“It’s okay to get emotional. You know me and your mom will be sobbing the entire night."

He smiled softly as he cupped your jaw and rubbed his thumb back and forth across your cheek, "I've been reflecting a lot recently. So much has happened in the last two years. It's wild."

“You've done, like what, 150 shows?”

“169 tomorrow."

“Holy shit, Harry. Most of them were completely sold out too. Do you realize how incredible that is?”

“It's mad. I think this has been the most successful tour I’ve ever been on.”

“Oh, by far.”

“Gonna miss seeing everyone every day. Gonna miss the fans and being up on stage. I've had some of the best shows of my life on this tour.”

“Harryween,” you giggled fondly at the memory that popped into your head.

“That was fun as fuck,” he giggled back.

“You’ve done more than just tour though. So many award shows, Coachella, music videos, you starred in two different movies, Harry.”

“I have,” he nodded, smiling proudly at himself, "Looking back, the amount of love and support that I've gotten from everyone, the fans, my team, my friends, and family, and from you is just - it's - it's so overwhelming like I can't even explain it to you. Like my mind can't comprehend that this is my life. Been 13 years and I still can't believe it."

"'cause you deserve it, baby. With the amount of love you give out and just the type of person you are in general, you deserve everything that's come your way. Have I ever told you how proud of you I am?" you teased, being the fact that those words leave your lips multiple times after every single one of his accomplishments.

"Never. Not once," he chuckled.

“Well, I am,” you hummed pressing a sweet kiss to his sternum, just under where his cross necklace lay, "It makes me feel so prideful that I get to call you my husband."

“Thank you, my love. You know I wouldn't be here without you.”

You rested your head on his warm chest, hugging him tighter, embracing the sweet silence before breaking it, "Can I be honest with you?”

He nodded as you looked back up at him.

“I know it's selfish but a big part of me is excited that it’s over because then I get you all to myself and don’t have to share you with the world.”

“Finally don’t have to hear you nagging for my attention all the time,” he chuckled.

“Heyyyyyy,” you whined.

“I’m joking, baby.”

You rolled your eyes teasingly.

“We have a lot to look forward to.”

“Like what?” he asked, although he knew exactly what you were referencing to, he just wanted to hear you say it.

“You becoming a daddy.”

“Really lookin forward to that. I can’t wait ‘till you have a cute little baby bump.”

“Gotta get me pregnant first.”

"You don't gotta worry 'bout that. We’re gonna be goin' at it all day every day when we’re on holiday next month,” he smirked.

“I can't even explain to you how excited I am for that. Vacation Harry is my favorite Harry."

He grinned, “I love you, Y/N."

“I love you too.”

He leaned down and pressed his lips to yours for a few sweet kisses before you hummed sleepily, “Will you come back to bed with me now?”

“Yeah, c’mon.”

[haespoir]

cave me in: mkl.

⨯ pairing: plug!mark x reader

⨯ word count: 1.3k 

⨯ summary: haechan introduces you to his dealer friend, and mark lee makes it so hard to keep the relationship strictly business. not that you minded anyways. 

⨯ warnings: mentions of drugs (weed), some suggestive content, i think thats it enjoy :3

⨯ playlist: cave me in, gallant / half moon, dean / wfm, realestk 

⨯ extra content: part two

⨯ a/n: im completely normal about mark lee i swear ty @markonthemoon​ for furthering my completely normal feelings about mark lee... there might be a part two. 

. . . 

It had been at least 3 hours since you had picked up edibles from Mark. Three whole ass hours, and yet he was still laying on his bed feeling less than whole. Who did you buy them for? Were you getting high with someone else? Was it a guy? 

The first time Haechan had introduced you to him he didn’t pay it any mind. You were a close friend of the younger male’s situation-ship… Whatever the fuck that was. But it was no more than that in his eyes. You were someone who occasionally bought from him, and you were always so polite about it too. And for some unknown reason, or at least unknown to him, that bothered him. A few weeks later, a not-so-sober conversation with Haechan revealed that Mark had a crush on you. One he denied vehemently. Though he guessed out of everyone he sold to, you were the most ideal to date. 

Who the fuck said anything about dating? 

Mark shakes his head as if to rid himself of such wild thoughts. “I’m just hungry,” he says to himself, thinking of ways he could fill that empty void in his stomach. If only he knew, there was no amount of food that would help him feel whole. He grabs his phone, shooting a quick text to someone who knew would also be high at this time. 

mark [11:48 pm]: ramen?  jungwoo [11:50 pm]: and netflix?  jungwoo [11:50 pm]: mark… are you asking me to hook up?  jungwoo [11:51 pm]: say less baby i’m otw!  mark [11:53 pm]: dude what mark [11:53 pm]: no, just ramen  jungwoo [11:55 pm]: mark lee you want me so bad  mark [11:57 pm]: hurry before i change my mind

Jungwoo’s texts cause Mark to roll his eyes, but he grabs his keys. “Yo, Haechan,” he calls out, peeking into the male’s LED-lit room. On his monitor, he sees a discord call and what he believes is your profile picture. Why were you on call with him? “I’m going get ramen with Zeus, want anything?” 

“Nah, I’m going over to my girl’s in a bit,” Haechan replies, smoothly muting the call as he gives his roommate his attention. “I’ll just see you in the morning?” Mark hums, and he’s out the door quickly. He doesn’t want to even think about the relationship between you and Haechan, not when there’s a green little monster creeping through his veins. 

Once Haechan is sure Mark is gone, he’s unmuting the call. “Personally, I think he’s into you.” 

Though he can’t see it, you’re rolling your eyes. “Haechan, you’re just saying that. You’re tired of me third wheeling?” 

“Listen... Your words, not mine, sweetheart,” he says simply. 

“Whatever dude,” you sigh, rolling onto your side on your bed. “Have fun with your shawty. I’m going to sleep.” 

“Just ask him to smoke you out or something,” Haechan says, like it’s the easiest thing in the world to do. “I’m leaving.” 

You hear the noise of him leaving the call before you can even reply, and you’re once again rolling your eyes. You didn’t understand how your friend was into Haechan. What a fucking brat. 

I mean, you can’t just ask someone to smoke you out, right? Isn’t that something that’s offered? You groan loudly at the thought, locking your phone and tossing it on the floor. “Fuck you, Haechan,” you think bitterly. Why the hell did he have to put that godforsaken idea in your mind? 

Because the idea doesn’t leave your mind for weeks after that night. Every time you buy from Mark, you find it harder and harder to deny your attraction to the male. His actions don’t help much either. In fact, you’re convinced you’re delusional. There was no other reason. 

You had mentioned you liked rice krispie treats, and suddenly Mark has rice krispie treat edibles. With extra marshmallows no less.  

One time you heard your friends complaining that Mark had increased his prices. Which was odd because you were spending less on weed than you ever had before. Maybe they were just buying more? 

Or sometimes there’s a small baggie of only the clear gummy bears with the things you buy from him. It’s not like you had told him that the only valid flavor of gummy bears was the clear ones. 

These things weren’t just coincidences, right? Or were they? Haechan also liked marshmallow treats, so maybe they were for him. You had taken a liking to edibles, so you weren’t smoking as much as you used to. Meaning you were spending less money anyways. And Mark said that he liked the red gummy bears the most, so surely, you were just getting the ones he didn’t like. 

You let out a loud groan, ignoring the call from Haechan on Discord. Instead, you opt to shove your face into your pillow before letting out a small scream. Mark Lee was driving you absolutely crazy. 

Perhaps if you picked that call up, the text messages that flashed on your screen 30 minutes later would not have sent you into the panic that they did. 

mark [12:20 am]: yo mark [12:20 am]: i got a new strain  mark [12:20 am]: let me smoke you out? 

Maybe Haechan wasn’t a brat, and maybe you would thank him for this at your wedding years later. But none of that matters when Mark Lee is asking to smoke you out. 

you [12:29 am]: uh yea you [12:29 am]: my place?  mark [12:32 am]: say less mark [12:32 am]: i’ll bring your favorite gummies

He does bring them, and he does smoke you out. Which is why you find yourself in the position that you do. You’re sitting on the floor in your living room, your cheek pressed against Mark’s knee as he sits on your couch. You swear he looks perfect from this angle; his hair is pushed back by a headband he had stolen from you a few days ago, claiming he thought it was like a personal head massage device. You can see the way his eyes are slightly red, and you’re sure yours look exactly like his. Most importantly, his neck is on display, and you want to do nothing more than mark it up. It takes everything in you to not climb into his lap and do exactly that. 

“You look like a puppy,” Mark says, running his fingers through your hair, stopping when he reaches your ear. He’s rubbing small circles on your earlobe with this thumb, his eyes drinking in the sight of you. “My puppy.” 

God, Mark Lee was dangerous. Absolutely lethal. You groan at his words, pressing your face into his thigh to hide away from him. Unfortunately for you, this has the opposite effect, and there is no such thing as hiding from him. The sight of you nearly burying your face into his lap like this does wonders for Mark’s confidence. 

“Come here.” It’s a demand from him, and it’s one that you quickly listen to as he guides you to straddle his lap. In this new position, Mark’s hands quickly go to your thighs; the grip he has is almost bruising. But you don’t mind it, not when Mark’s got his head resting on the back of your couch and he’s staring at you in a way that makes you nervous. 

“Sorry for making you wait,” he says, and you’re feeling a bit confused. “Haechan might have given me a hint or two.” 

The confusion is gone quickly; you were going to strangle that kid. 

Mark laughs at the look on your face, easily reading the emotions as if you were an open book to him. “Don’t think about it, we’ve got a lot of time to make up for.” 

And when Mark Lee presses a kiss against your jaw, his hands traveling under your shirt, you know you’re done for. 

[actuallysaiyan]

IM SO EXCITED!!

Okay so Yamcha x male!saiyan!reader. For the prompt where everything kinda falls through and I want Yamcha to be the one that has to improvise pleaseee 💖💖💖

warnings: male reader, mentions of sparring/violence, kissing, Yamcha has to beg Bulma for help word count: 1.1k pairings: Yamcha x Male!Saiyan!Reader summary: Yamcha is desperately trying to give you a good first Valentine's Day as a couple, but it all falls through. with a little help from Bulma and the prince of Saiyans himself, Yamcha succeeds.

Yamcha is tearing his hair out. He can’t believe everything is falling through and it’s the first time in years that he actually has a date for Valentine’s day. Worse thing is, this is your first Valentine’s day since you weren’t from earth. You had the others explain it to you, and Yamcha had promised you such a romantic and sweet night to show you just how good the holiday could be.

He’s no slouch about it either, he gets right on it before you can even think too hard on it. A month ahead of time, he’s got the reservation at the fanciest restaurant. He’s called the florist for the biggest bouquet of roses. Even if you aren’t a woman nor are you a human, Yamcha is giddy with the idea of wooing through the usual human advances. He wants you to experience romance through the ways earthlings are accustomed to.

And yet, here he is, the day of Valentine’s and he’s fucking empty handed. Things are falling through left and right, and he’s got no time to make it right. The restaurant called to tell him that because of an incident that happened the night before they had to close the place for three whole days. And he’s not going to be able to make any kind of reservation today. Every place in town was going to be booked solid.

The florist was next, and this one made him sad. There had been a death in the family, so of course they weren’t going to be able to complete any of their orders today. He calls up a few other places, but they are all sold out. He’s literally this close to crying at this point. You were definitely going to think he was an idiot.

This leaves him little choice, so he heads over to Bulma’s. He’s practically on his hands and knees, begging her to help him. She’s rolling his eyes, but she lets him in and begins to make arrangements for him. All the while, the prince of all Saiyans is listening in. He thinks Yamcha is usually pathetic, but knowing that the man wants to do good by one of his own men, he knows he has to intervene and help out somehow.

He pulls Yamcha aside as Bulma makes calls and begins getting in touch with some of her connections.

“Listen to me,” Vegeta starts. “You’re trying to woo a Saiyan. Just challenge him to a battle.”

Yamcha laughs nervously, “Are you fucking crazy?”

“No! Well— that’s not the point! Just listen to me and do as I say. I’m an expert on all things Saiyan, after all.”

Yamcha takes Vegeta’s words to heart as he gets ready for his date with you. Bulma found a restaurant that would be willing to take you two on this last minute request. And she promised to keep the gravity room open so if you did want to have a fight, it would be somewhere a bit more concealed. She couldn’t do anything about the flowers, but she was able to convince one of her own private bakers to whip up a batch of homemade chocolates.

So with a box of homemade chocolates and his favorite suit on, Yamcha goes to where you’ve been staying with the Son family and he nervously knocks on the door. You look equally as nervous, unsure of how such a holiday would roll out. You smile when you see Yamcha all dressed up for you.

“You look good,” he says, noticing you’re wearing a montsuki that Yamcha is sure Chi-Chi had dressed you in.

You chuckle, “You think so? I don’t know about these earthling garments.”

Yamcha offers you his arm, and you two walk out towards his flying car. He closes the door behind you, hoping to seem like the sweet gentleman he is. Once inside the car, he offers you the box of chocolates. And as the Saiyan you are, you end up devouring all of them after the very first taste. It’s addictive and sweet, making you feel so bubbly inside.

The restaurant greets you both with amiable smiles and professionalism oozing off of them. You were really wowed by this, seeing as you haven’t been on Earth for so long. It was all new and exciting, and it really was warming your cold heart that Yamcha was able to show you all of this.

The wine flows as well as steak dinner after steak dinner. Yamcha is still so surprised to watch a Saiyan’s appetite in action. One would think that years of hanging out with Goku would have him used to this sort of thing, but he is in awe at how much you can eat. Thankfully, Bulma had managed to pull some strings for her friend and the bill was taken care of.

The last thing Yamcha had to offer you was a sparring session. This got your blood pumping, as you knew you’d be able to show him a good time this way. He drives you both back to Capsule Corp, and he leads you towards the Gravity Chamber. You had heard of it whenever Vegeta was talking about it, but now you get to witness it for yourself.

“After you,” Yamcha says, opening the door. He’s got some trauma from this place, but he is letting himself overcome this fear. It’s for you, after all.

You both enter and the door closes. Then Yamcha guides you towards the control panel. He explains how everything works, and the two of you decide on a gravity to start with. Nothing too crazy, as this was just meant to be a fun activity for you. 

Blow for blow, Yamcha is able to match you for the most part. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t find you completely sexy. You’re in your element this way, your muscles rippling and your masculine energy is filling the chamber. He is thrown off guard when you kick him down, and he lands on the ground with a loud thump.

“Shit! Are you alright?” You make your way over to him, cradling him in your arms.

Yamcha laughs, “Can’t complain.”

You notice the flush on his cheeks. Your nose is beginning to pick up the scent of musky arousal. This makes your own cheeks burn. Was Yamcha really turned on by your display of power? Was he horny because you bested him in battle? You smirk at him, soothing back some hair from his face.

“Oh little human…” you coo softly before kissing him. “You are so adorable.”

Yamcha groans, “Don’t call me adorable!”

You quiet him with another kiss, your tail wrapping around him to pull him even closer to you. Suddenly, Yamcha’s mind is blank as you begin making out. Your tongue feels so soft against his own, and his cock is beginning to strain against the dress pants he decided to wear for this occasion.

“What’s wrong with being adorable?” You ask, a purring lilt to your voice.

“Mmmm I guess nothing if you’re going to keep kissing me.”

[b0rderbunny]

☼MISSING YOU☼

A/N: i know i just disappeared but I'm back I've just been really busy and i've been helping my sister with the writing part of her comic but i thought id come back with some angst/no comfort. after this ill post some fluff promise!

Anyways here's a bandaid to help with the wounds this'll inflict.

(:̲̅:̲̅:[̲̅:★:]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅ )

Fiance Tanjiro X Gender Neutral Reader

"My life is incomplete,

its missing you" -missing you (btob)

it was a beautiful day when he met you, it was sunny and a rainstorm had just passed the day before leaving a clear sky. it was nearing the end of october and winter was right around the corner maki9ng this the perfect day to sell charcoal before it got to cold.

tanjiro hiked down the mountain with his basket filled to the brim with charcoal ready to be sold. he was busy trying not to trip when heading down the creek until a overwhelming sweet scent entered his nose and he felt himself being toppled over into the water.

"oh crap i'm sososorry!" you said standing from the deep water to offer him a hand.

"are you hurt?" you asked as he just stared up at you in a daze.

to tanjiro it felt like a angel had fallen out of the sky rather than a clumsy teen who got lost in a forest, got scared, and accidentaly ran into a poor helpless boy.

"uh, are you good?" you asked again as he realized he was staring and snapped out of it. "i apologize i not hurt, thank you!" he said as he took your hand to stand. "don't apologize this is 100% my fault, i should've been watching where i was going" you said bowing at a perfect 50 degree angle as he sweat dropped.

"really its fine im not hurt at all" he said letting out a reassuring laugh as the tips of your ears turned red. "if there's anything i can do to apologize please let me know!" you yelled in embarrassment your entire face red.

"then can you tell me your name?" he asked offering his hand.

"huh? thats it? youre not gonna sell me to the cartel or anything right" you said exclaiming with your hands as he let out a laugh. "no i wouldnt" he said giving you a bright beaming smile.

"okay! ____ ______, im pleased to meet you!" you said taking his hand in yours. "tanjiro kamado, its nice to meet you too" he said a small blush spreading to his cheeks.

from that day forward a relationship like no other had blossomed.

tanjiro couldn't explain it but every time he was around you he got this fuzzy feeling in his stomach, he felt as if he was in complete and utter safety around you.

from the way you smiled, to the way you joked. he loved everything, he loved how your ears turned red when you were embarrassed. or how when you were angry you would turn a light shade of pink, the jokes you told.

he couldn't understand most of them but the way you would mutter them again to yourself and laugh had him smiling in pure joy.

he almost felt free around you.

sure he loved his family, but sometimes the pressure of being the oldest and breadwinner really put a lot on his shoulders. yet up until this point, he couldn't do much.

but when you came into his life you would pat him on the head, tell him good job when he completed something, always asking him how his day was going. tanjiro was so used to just bottling everything down that when he had someone who was constantly think of him, and only him he began to cry.

"tan tan, i don't know you get this alot but im really proud of you" you said as you played with his hair as you two sat on a tree trunk on the edge of the creek you two first met.

you continued even as you felt his shoulders stiffen a bit. "the way you're always there for your siblings and how you're always so kind is something i don't think i'd be able to do." you giggled. "sometimes i wonder if people ever let you know how much you mean to them, so i'm letting you know right now" you smiled as you wrapped your arms around his waist and placed your chin on his shoulder.

your eyes softened as the small tears trailed down his cheeks as you brought a hand to wipe them away.

"tanjiro kamado thank you for being such a bright star in this cruel world"

that was the night he confessed, where he told you how much he loved you, and to his shock, you loved him too.

the two of you were official, he had spent a small fortune on finding you the perfect ring, the best ring. and that's what he confessed with.

and finally it was the day for you to meet his family.

he had told you stories. on how takeo would get angry when he wasn't included in things. how shigeru and hanako would get into fights but forget about them within a minute. how rokuta was just now taking his first few steps and how his speech was increasing. and how nezuko was always helping out but also being a sense of comfort to all. and how even tho she was all alone his mother took care of most of the household even while sick.

from everything you had heard his family was absolutely lovely. and you hoped they would find you the same way.

and luckily, they adored you.

as soon as you walked through the door shigeru and hanako ran up to you and grabbed you by the legs excitedly asking if you were the person tanjiro was going to marry.

the entire day had gone by smoothly up until dinner time.

you sat next to tanjiro with baby rokuta in your lap after he refused to be let go, he weirdly grew fond of you quickly; not that you were complaining he was absolutely adorable. his mother was at your other side and nezuko, takeo, shigeru, and hanako where infront of you four.

"so ____" kie called out causing you to look up from baby rokuta who was babbling words you were trying to understand. "yes okasan?" you asked as she turned to face you. "do you like kids?" she asked with a smile as rokuta continued to play with your un occupied hand.

"uh huh! in the village i was from before i came here i helped out at a nursery so i gained a bit of experience in caring and bonding with children" you said as baby rokuta looked up to you with a innocent baby look before breaking out into a fit of giggles.

a chorus of 'aww's went around the room as the baby happily babbled away.

"i hope you and tanjiro give me some grandbabies soon seeing as this one is already growing to fast" kei said out loud causing a angry red blush to spread to both you and tanjiros cheeks as both kei and nezuko laughed leaving the other two children confused.

"m-mom!" tanjiro stuttered the blush deepening as she continued laughing.

oh such happy memories.

sadly, you and tanjiro wouldn't be able to make more.

that night you had stayed over and were going to leave 3 days from then, sadly that would never happen.

the day after returning home from selling charcoal tanjiro sped up at the smell of blood.

the smell of blood, coming from his home.

a massacre had happened.

kei and hanako laid against the door frame to the kitchen eyes closed, pale faces covered in blood.

shigeru and takeo lying motionless on the floor eyes stuck open in terror. and in the entrance door frame layed nezuko, rokuta, and you.

all presumably dead.

the only one who lived was nezuko, yet his sister became a demon. the very thing that had killed his family and the love of his life.

"Muzan Kibutsuji! No matter where you go, you're not getting away! I'll follow you to the ends of Hell, and I swear I'll slice your head with my blade! I'll never forgive you no matter what!"

and he never will.

muzan kibutsujii will pay, for taking his past and present. but also for taking his future.

that night before he left he remembered the conversation you two had.

"hey tantan" you said sitting on the futon beside his, his mother had provided you with as you ran the brush through your hair.

"yes ____?" he asked with that sweet and kind voice looking up at you with his soft red eyes full of love and adoration.

"have you ever heard of demons?" you asked pressing your finger against your lips as if you were telling a secret. "demons?" he was confused why were you bringing this up?

"yeah like scary man eaters" you said emphasizing your point by putting your fingers against your head like devil horns,

with a laugh he grabbed your hands and pulled them down to hold them in his.

"no i haven't, why?" he asked curious as to why you would ask.

"no reason, i just heard they're sUper scary" you said emphasizing on the u in super.

"well you don't have to worry because demons arent real, and even if they were..." he trailed off a small blush covering his cheeks as he looked up into your eyes. "..i would make sure to protect you and make sure you didn't get hurt.: he mumbled shyly as you stared at him in awa before you smiled.

"i know!"

"god ____, i'm so sorry" he whispered small tears falling, yet this time there was no one to wipe them.

A/N Am i sorry? idk anyways goodnight i have classes in 3 hours and i have been procrastinating school work so until next week! Bye Bye!

[littlefroginthegarden]

Sold to Heartsteel 5/24

look at part 1 for tags (also you should obv start there with reading)

now this is starting to go somewhere! im having so much fun writing the boys! :)

Part 5

It doesn’t take me long to unpack as I only have my most important things with me. After putting my clothes in one of the drawers, I set my laptop and graphic tablet down on the couch table and put my makeup in the bathroom. With more than half an hour left, I decide to change since I’m still in my school outfit. I put on some black skinny jeans, an oversized band shirt (not Heartsteel, that would be cringe), black with blue accents and a thin choker. I’m a little bit hyped to finally use the huge mirror in the bathroom to do my makeup. With practiced motions I do quick smokey eyes with a gradient from turquoise to black (you might have picked up on a pattern by now). When I’m just about to finish the second one, I hear a soft knocking from the door.

“Give me a few seconds, I’ll be right there!” I yell and the knocking stops. I quickly finish the second eye and lean back for a second to assess my work. It looks pretty good so I turn around and quickly open the door. Aphelios is waiting in front of it, leaning against the wall. He looks at me with a smile and then turns, leading me to the stairs. I follow him nervously, suddenly realizing what is going to happen.

We descend into the entrance hall from earlier and from there through one of the mysterious doors. As soon as he opens the door, I can hear voices, laughing and chatting with each other. I can’t see who they belong to yet but I know who we’re supposed to meet and my heart sinks. The room is L-shaped and seems to be a living room. There are posters on the walls, many warm lights, some plants and when we round the corner, I can see an absolutely massive couch. With the rest of Heartsteel lounging on it. It takes everything to keep myself from squealing and I try to hide a bit behind Aphelios who snaps his fingers to get attention.

Everyone turns around and looks at us. Aphelios signs something to the boys and they grin at me, seemingly excited to meet me.

“Hwei! Nice to meet you, dude!” Sett yells, giving me a little wave with his massive hand. I’m still just nervously smiling, not sure what to even say.

“Hey, you can come over, there’s more space on the couch, sit with us!” K’Sante says, giving me a fatherly smile. I slowly move towards them, Aphelios following me.

K’Sante laughs and pushes Kayn to the side, who gives him a “fuck you!” but is grinning the whole time. I sit down between them, making myself as small as possible, worried about making someone uncomfortable by being too close or something. I look around and see Sett pulling Aphelios towards him by his hand, sitting him on his lap and holding him tight. Aphelios slightly blushes when he sees me watching so I look away. In between me and them there’s Kayn, who sits there sunken deep into the couch, his body tilted towards me, arm casually draped over the couch’s backrest, looking at me with no attempt at hiding his curiosity. I quickly turn my head before going completely insane. I mean I just met all of my idols. And they’re all staring at me. K’Sante next to me is just sitting there relaxed, looking into the round, clearly trying not to make me as nervous. 

I nearly jump when someone taps my shoulder and my head spins around to look at the boy around my age who sits on the backrest. He has similar hair as me, just a bit brighter. He gives me a big grin and says “Nice hair!”

“thank you” I quietly stammer, unable to look him in the eyes.

“Aww you’re so shy, it’s cute!” he laughs and my face is probably beet-red by now.

“Stop bullying him, Ez.” Yone hasn’t said anything until now but I’m so glad he’s pulling everyone’s attention onto himself. Not that I minded Ezreal's teasing, it’s just all very overwhelming right now.

[stormyoceans]

Not to be dramatic too but i think day is going to be fully blind after the songkhla ep or maybe still at songkhla and it’s probably why the hospital scene happened and also there is a scene where you can see day’s mom and night at the rooftop. It’s going to be so sad, I’m so sure ㅠㅠ

SPECULATIONS AND PERSONAL FEARS ABOUT THE LAST FOUR EPISODES OF LAST TWILIGHT UNDER THE CUT

sorry anon im gonna take this chance to vent a little about my worries ;;;;; there are no spoilers about the ending of the novel but there are SPOILERS about future content since im gonna reference some moments we’ve seen during filming and that have not happened yet. PLEASE DON’T READ THIS IF YOU DON’T WANNA WORRY ABOUT THE ENDING OF THE SHOW. i swear im gonna be back on being positive and manifesting the best possible ending after this, but i’ve been very anxious and i need to talk about it, so yeah, i really apologize for this

the thing is. im like 99.9999999% sure that the last scene of episode 9 is gonna be day going fully blind. jimmysea have talked multiple times about this episode being their favorite and the fact that the scene on the cover of the novel is extremely important, so im pretty sure mork is gonna take day on the top of the mountain and while they’re looking at the sun going down mork is gonna ask ‘have you done everything you want?’ to which day is gonna answer, like in the mock trailer, ‘one last picture left’. he’s gonna look at mork, kiss him, and then, when day opens his eyes again, he will no longer be able to see anything

and i am completely fine with this. is it gonna be sad? yes, because it’s still a huge loss, but we’ve seen day coming to terms with it and learning that he can still live a very fulfilling life, so we know he’s gonna be alright, especially with mork by his side. it’s the afterwards that im TERRIFIED about. and again, im sure mork and day are gonna have a happy ending, all those theories about mork or night dying and donating their corneas to day are (respectfully) completely unrealistic, they're never gonna happen, but it's the way that we're gonna get to that happy ending that scares me

like two things i think will have to happen in the last three episodes:  

a reconciliation between day and night;

mork is gonna have to stop being day’s caretaker.

what we know is gonna happen thanks to the bts during the filming process is also that:

at some point there’s gonna be a hospital scene (it could also be a flashback, but im not sold on this theory);

there’s gonna be a time skip of 4 years and morkday are gonna be attending another wedding (most likely night and phorjai’s).

my main fear is not only that they’re gonna let day regain his sight, but also that they’re gonna separate mork and day for those 4 years just for the sake of drama. and i don’t like separations. i don’t like the episode 11 curse, i don’t like cheap manufactured angst, i don’t even like the ‘these characters have to be separated to find themselves before they can be together’ trope. the only show that did separation right was vice versa and i will die on this hill. when it comes to last twilight, i don’t really believe the theory of day’s mom firing mork and being the one to separate them, because i think that deep down all she wants is to see her child happy and if mork makes him happy then she’s gonna accept him. my nightmare scenario is that someone is gonna offer mork a job, mork is gonna refuse the offer so he can stay with day, day is gonna find out and think that 1) he’s holding mork back, and 2) mork thinks day can’t take care of himself just like everybody else, so he’s gonna break up with mork. timeskip. they reunite at night and phorjai’s wedding and they get back together

and i, unfortunately, would HATE this

and i swear im trying so hard to trust p’aof but i’ve already partaken in unprecedented unparalleled unmatched levels of winnery with vice versa and my brain is refusing to believe it could happen a second time so it’s preparing for the worse

so yeah not to be overdramatic but im on the verge ;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;

[crowning-art]

TGCF SPOILERS (Book 3)

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Without further ado, thoughts on chapters 153-157!!!

Sjjsjdjdjf, the three tumors give me the same vibes as those super popular, but very problematic cliques you see in schools, lol

Speaking of three tumors I STILL MISS SHI WUDU JEISJDJDJDJ Every day I live in a fantasy that someone, somehow, magically got the powers to resurrect him and he's alive in a dungeon somewhere (gotta make it a little realistic, yknow? *she says in utter denial*)

SHUT UP! THIS LINE SENT SHIVERS DOWN MY SPINE OH MY GOD

“Very well! You said I couldn’t reach that high. Then, might I ask you: had the prominence of the Palace of Jing Wen at its peak ever reached even the knees of my Palace of Ling Wen??”

So hopefully, I'm remembering things right about events in Xuli: pei ming was a general there, his people wanted him to rebel and become king, he refused, Ling wen was from the same place who sold shoes and tricked a man into killing himself (brocade story), also wrote multiple beautiful lit pieces and thus ascended. I don't think we've been told yet how Xuli truly fell, but I'll do a refresh read tomm just in case!

Also the Jing Wen and Ling Wen story was just sooo utterly fascinating to me, because it centers around a person whose insecurities acc had a much greater repercussion than he realized. See, had he not made her ascend, she wouldn't have played such a major role in hurting so many people after her ascension (refer to brocade robe incident) and all of this was done for what? To satisfy his inferiority complex. It's kinda crazy to see how everything plays out in the long run, yknow?

WAIT WHAT????? I did not see this coming dudhjdjxkdk THIS DUDE WAS A STONE STATUE TALKING???

However, the one who was questioning Xie Lian wasn’t actually a “man”, but an extremely coarsely-made stone statue of a man, its body bare but wrapped with cloth; somehow bizarre and at the same time silly.

Stop I was laughing at the chaotic-ness of this whole scene lmaooo, especially this part

It’s alright if you won’t chop yours off, I’ll chop off his!”

He was referring to Pei Ming. Pei Ming was dumbfounded.

“WHAT THE FUCK?!”

Also

YO THE ABSOLUTE IMAGERY HERE OH MY GOD IM SCREAMING ITS SO BEAUTIFUL T-T

The bloody rain that had enveloped the sky had transformed into a fluttering shower of flower petals!

There was no need to even guess who had come. Xie Lian curled his fingers and clenched his hand, clutching that flower petal as the name blurted from his lips.

“San Lang!”

Blossoms fell like dripping blood; blood danced like petals in the wind. That face was as spirited and handsome as the first time they met, his eye bright and alive. He languidly sheathed that long and slender silver scimitar back into its scabbard, and spoke with a deep voice.

“Your Highness, I’ve come back.”

The next time I face the most minor of inconvenience such as phone battery low or smt, I'm using this line by pei ming lmaoo

“Where there is abnormality, there is evil; everyone be careful.”

Ok I HAVE A NEW THEORY (or acc it's me reiterating EXACTLY what I said last time lmao)

So if you look back at one of the chapters at the end of book 1, specifically the part when Goushi is discussing a dream with Xie Lian, he talks about being dragged down from ascension, the crown prince wearing only white clothes, and a kingdom falling into ruin....SOunD fAmIliAR???

The contents of the mural in this divine temple were completely different from the previous one.

They started studying it from the highest level, the top of the painting. A white-clad young man sat poised upon a jaded futon, his brows quietly handsome. It was that Crown Prince of Wuyong. His eyes were tightly shut, and judging from his posture, he seemed to be in deep reflective meditation. However, it wasn’t tranquil.

Like, HES EVEN MEDITATING THE WAY XIE LIAN DID WHEN HE WAS TRYING TO USE A STATUE TO HOLD THE XIANLE PALACE UP AND there's more, but the whole scene just SCREAMS parallels to Xianle (I also scream the same thing lmao) LIKE HOW ELSE CAN THIS BE EXPLAINED??? SOMEONE RELIVED THE WHOLE THING BEFORE?? UNLESS IT'S JUN WU??? GOD, I CAN'T LET JUN WU GO THIS DUDE IS INVOLVED IN SMT, BUT I DONT KNOW WHAT

Hua Cheng is 100 percent aware he is in a book, and that book is a ROMANCE book, while everyone else is out there living out the horror genre in every way conceivable lmaoooo

Even though it wasn’t the right time, Xie Lian still felt his heart skip a beat in spite of himself.

“Are you tired holding this up? How about I hold the umbrella for you…”

The others were fleeing and dodging, running madly; seeing how the two were having a good time, they couldn’t stand it, and couldn’t help but call out.

“Hey! Isn’t that unfair?!”

“Hua Chengzhu, may I ask if you have any spare umbrellas??

NO I ACC FORGOT YIN YU EXISTED AND PANICKED WHEN THE EARTH MASTER SHOVEL SHOWED UP CUZ I WAS LIKE WIND MASTER MY BELOVED??? ARE YOU OK??????

Aaaaaand the roasting session continues! On today's menu: roasted Yin Yu!!

Even if one was to stare at his face for two hours, after a good night’s sleep, his appearance would be completely forgotten the next day, so no doubt this was a molded fake face?

“…”

However, a moment later, that black-clad youth said, “I’m sorry, Your Highness, but, I…I really do look like this.”

Yikes cuz imagine being called plain faced and forgettable in front of your colleagues :/

HOW DO U EXPLAIN THAT U GAVE YOUR DEAREST A CURSED ROBE THAT WOULD MAKE THEM KILL THEMSELVES THO??

He’d always felt there was a misunderstanding between you in regards to the Brocade Immortal affair and wanted to hear your side of the story, so he could explain it to others. Yet, there was never any sign of you, nor any communication.”

Ok but low key that's kinda precious, like Qi Ying gaves me major dog vibes, constantly trying to return to owner kinda thing, yknow?

Loved loved loved how casual everyone was about this

“Everyone, a question. Have we dug into a mass grave?”

Pei Ming also pulled out a femur, sighing.

“Probably. Look at the structure of this bone. It must’ve belonged to an exquisitely beautiful woman with long, slender legs. To have her bones buried here, what a real shame.”

“Very unfortunate indeed,” Hua Cheng said. “The legs are long, that’s for sure, but that’s the bone of a man.

ALSO AAHHHHH BUT I LITERALLY STOPPED AT THE PART WHERE EVERYONE DISAPPEARS IN THE CAVE AND IM LIKE NOOO WAIT WHATS HAPPENING SJDJJDJFJF

“No,” Hua Cheng said. “But it’s precisely because there’s nothing that it’s worrisome.”

BRO IF HUA CHENG IS WORRIED, I THINK THERE IS A CAUSE FOR CONCERN HERE

[holly-fixation]

Tainted Child: Epilogue

Summary: Being from Nibelhiem never made anyone something special. But Claudia Strife knew this was not true. She was always better than her peers. But she used her superior strength and mind for aid. But her son, is overly devoted to her. He only calls her ‘Mother’. And when he speaks of ‘The Great Mother’, she has to worry. So much has happened. Infection. SOLDIER. Cure. and Rebirth. Now what happens going forward?

Based on this prompt by @im-totally-not-an-alien

Please enjoy!

Epilogue

How many years did it take to fall into this new normal, after finally leaving Shinra to live with his mother?

Well, about seven. And by the gods did everything change.

Nibelheim and Banora. Both villages were complete opposites of Midgar. He’d been in Nibelheim before, but to finally see Banora, the hometown of his close friends, was always a dream of his. Ever since the first time they spoke about it with such joy, he needed to see it. The small populations kept everyone closer and kinder than in the city. He once saw a baker give day-old bread to a family waiting on the check their son always sent home, most likely in the military. Yes, it was not perfectly fresh bread, but only here did people use every resource rather than throwing them away the moment they lost perfection, or couldn’t turn a profit.

He and his mother survived on the bounties of monsters in the surrounding areas, both the mountains and the planes. During their time in each village, one would question why Shinra wouldn’t build a thriving city. They seemed perfect, no monsters, no crime, no trouble, yet the angels shared two homes. In the time on the other side of the globe, the monster populations resurfaced. Six months was the ideal length to keep monster populations stable, without threatening ecosystems or overpopulation. 

Six months in Banora. Six months in Nibelheim. That’s how they lived. Both towns were flawless, as far as Sephiroth was concerned. He didn’t care about the lower quality of all products sold there, poor materials for poor towns, or how long it took to communicate outside the villages. He was happy. Unbelievably happy.

Absolutely nothing compared to the stars in either town. No mako smog polluted the sky. No noise or light pollution. No war over his shoulders. The breathtaking view always captivated him. He loved drawing his eyes through the streaming legs of the galaxy, stretched across the darkness of scattered lights. So many stars twinkled in the sky that not even the townsfolk needed fires or electric lights to see at night. 

He and his mother would stay up for hours discussing the stars, laying on the roof of their current home to prevent any obstruction in their view. He would point out the constellations he recognized and some of the small stories that came with them. She would tell him of the planets she traveled, the different life, the different stars, the different existences as a whole, and he listened in silent awe, brushing his hand along the glittering length of galactic stars. He always wanted to be there, among the stars. Maybe she was why. He liked to think that, at least. 

Nibelheim always came with constant visits from Claudia and Cloud, despite the official relationship blossoming between the boy and the black haired girl given the first ‘gift’. Cloud, without fail, always met them outside the village upon first arrival of the year and hugged them. He waited all day for them, sometimes even with Tifa or Claudia at his side. Jenova no longer planted thoughts in his mind, but his bond was still strong. It’s how he always knew the day they would arrive. After that first day, he would give them any space they required or desired, but he was always thrilled to talk to them, to hear their stories or share his own, even now, at fourteen years old. 

The villagers of Nibelheim completely fought against the idea of any of them returning, at first. But through Tifa’s convincing tale, her father’s support, the truth of what really happened with the virus and Shinra, they hesitantly allowed the two to live in a small house on the very edge of town. It did not take long before the villagers were grateful for their aid, both new monster hunters and their old healer aiding the village in every way they could.

For the first six months, neither the former SOLDIER nor the Strifes approached anyone in the village. When villagers came to them, they would gladly open their arms to help, but the four of them knew the risks of making a single mistake after everything that happened. 

The only exception was the day Sephiroth took Jenova to the window on the second floor of the inn, that terrible feeling of dejavu. She told him the truth: he was born in the inn, and only spent a little time in the manor before they took him to Shinra HQ. He only hid his emotions until they reached their home, then asking all the questions on his mind.

Luckily, Banora did not have any connection to his past. 

The oddly curved trees would never survive in Midgar or Nibelheim, and he had to admit Genesis was right: the apples completely lost their flavor on the way to Midgar because these were divine. The village itself was so small, the mother and son had to build their own home. Well, the villagers helped, because neither one of them knew the first thing about building a house. 

Once their home was complete, the main noise complaints came not from construction but from the three friends sparring just outside the homes, sometimes simply from their returning laughter. Their friendly rivalry sparked many annoyances from the other residents, which was understandable since damage ranged from a single broken window to a stray energy beam slicing the entire house. No bystander was ever hurt by their bouts of training. 

…But Genesis was. 

Now, seven years after Sephiroth’s ‘retirement’, three years after Genesis and Angeal left SOLDIER, vowing they did enough in their time loyal to the program. 

It was an accident. A broken sword. A single cut. 

Before any symptoms began to show, Jenova suddenly demanded that all of them go to Midgar. None of the boys knew why. Yet after, they could not be more grateful. 

* * * 

At the start of these seven years, Jenova’s plan remained, her desire for the planet with her son. But it was difficult to turn him, to teach him, in any way without suspicion. In Nibelheim, Claudia spent the first few years observing them. Sephiroth faintly disliked the feeling, but Jenova knew it was only the blonde’s attempt at protecting him. In Banora, a combination of the two failed attempts and their parents watched her like hawks. This was understandable, of course. She was new, from another world, with a history of destruction, and she constantly held the time and attention of the strongest man on the planet. 

She had to hide her desire, only faintly watering the same desire in her son with small remarks. Some would say she ‘played the part of a loving mother’, yet being Sephiroth’s mother was the only time she wasn’t acting. Meals, conversations, and surprisingly games, whatever he needed, she gave without question.

Both of Sephiroth’s friends told him about her odd behavior around them, a few comments that weren’t bad just off, but they also admitted she was still kind to them. When he questioned her about this, she only apologized for their understanding, claiming it was a slip of the tongue and misunderstanding some terms of their language. 

Maybe that’s why they were surprised when she forced them all to Midgar the moment she felt instability spike after the sparring incident. She knew they made him happy, and this was the only way to keep them healthy, or their ailments would slowly poison her son’s emotions. 

In Midgar, the boys explored the old streets and restaurants from his time in SOLDIER. Jenova slipped straight through Shinra HQ and demanded Hojo, in exchange for her and her son’s cooperation, prevent both Genesis’s and Angeal’s failing cells. Hojo did not pass up the opportunity to have his greatest creation back in his lab, even if it was only for the week of the procedure. 

She stayed by his side through everything, but Sephiroth’s fear stung her heart. She explained as she always did, and he understood he was the perfect bridge between humanity and her. He knew they needed him, the same way Nibelheim needed him to cure her virus. He wanted to help them, glad that he could, but this lab brought back so many memories. He all but clung to his mother. He needed something to know this wouldn’t last forever.

With Hojo’s experimental procedures and Jenova’s guidance, the degradation stopped completely. Genesis and Angeal healed and even strengthened without further issue.

After their recovery, they all returned to Banora to rest. 

This was when his innocence tested her goal. 

Through everything, the experiments, the lab, the worry, the anxiety, Sephiroth asked if he could visit Aerith and Ifalna alone. 

The Cetra. 

Alone. 

She knew he understood what those creatures did to her, and her first instinct was to threaten him for even the suggestion. 

But her second, her desire for his happiness, outweighed her need for revenge. To even her own surprise, she allowed it. 

Jenova realized what he did to her in that very moment, what this human form aided exponentially. Her attempts at growing his desires paled in efficiency to his innocent and unconscious desire for a loving mother and a happy life. She did not care for his friends, but he did. She hated the Cetra with her entire being, but he didn’t. Sephiroth cared for his friends, the cetra, this planet, despite her manipulations. 

…and she didn’t care. His happiness trumped all else. He still loved the stars. He didn’t know he’d outlive them all, all other companions due to her cells. She could wait until his friends turned to dust, until some rage bloomed his true desire for this planet. She unconsciously vowed to protect this planet as long as necessary, as long as he needed. 

His innocence and her human emotions eroded her goal before she could corrode his heart. She should be angry, furious, desperate for the stars, but she wasn’t. All of her children lived happily on this planet, because of him, because of Sephiroth. 

All that mattered, was the mother and son, were finally reunited. 

A reunion. 

She liked the sound of that.

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The End

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Thanks for reading! Hope you enjoyed!

Author’s note: I never make any reunion puns, let me have this XD 

This was a BIG one, guys! I went back and forth on the ending for Weeks. I essentially had two questions: Do I want to go with the main game’s plot, and end with a meteor? Or How do I change things to make a happy ending without sacrificing the character’s personalities, goals, and choices? I think I found an in character way to get a good ending for all!

Thank you for reading!!! I hope you enjoyed it!

[bytinneke]

An evening walk a Fenrir Greyback Fanfiction.

Slow burn with smut at the end. *After your workday, you depart on your evening walk. Ready for a moment of silence, peace and refreshing oxygen. But it's not long before a notorious and murderous werewolf is hot on your heels.*

Intro: The last six weeks have been intense, from one assignment to another. I am an emerging photographer in the wizarding world and that is apriciated. Maybe because only a few exist? Anyway I have been busy... in the little free time I have I occasionally go for walks, feed myself, read adult romances and take baths for some me-time and physical release. I've missed all the news... although I did catch some on my photoshoots. Apparently there have been murders and they have seen werewolves and Greyback prowling around. So they recommend staying inside at night and if you go hiking near the woods you should have your wand with you at al times and be vigilant.

I've always had a fascination with wolves and werewolves and after learning more about them at hogwarts, I was completely sold. I guess im attracted to everything weird, dark and mysterious. Never encountered one yet tho. We also learned about thé Fenrir Greyback an alpha who can turn into wolf form without a full moon. He kills for fun, loves to hunt his victims and occasionally rapes women too...I heard he is a mercenary now, but in recent years he has been in hiding. Maybe he is tired of killing or is he to old? Anyway I already been working for 9 hours straight. I just have to go and drop off the portraits of the Malfoys and then my working day is over.

I knock on the door of Malfoy manor. One of the butlers let's me in and takes me to the study where Lucius is sitting, ready to inspect the portraits. "Hello again Mr Malfoy. I have the portraits with me. Do you have a preference of the frame? I have brought a modern sleek frame or an ornamental frame in both silver, bronze, black and green." He nods and comes over to the table where I have prepared all the portraits. "I'll take the silver and black ornamental frames. You may frame these and then I will let the butler hang them in the right places." He walks away while I start framing the portraits. When the butler has hung them, Lucius comes back in with an approving nod. "Here is your fee Katherine. Congratulations your work is better than expected. I look forward to seeing more of your work." I bow and head for the door. "Oh Miss, be carefull on the way home." Lucius called after me. I nod with a friendly smile an leave the manor, going straight home I'm starving!

Chapter 1: When I get home, something is off. Not the first time in recent weeks that I came home and feel something is not right. Last week for instance my back door was unlocked. And 4 weeks ago I found some things that were no longer quite in the same place. Maybe I'm just overworked. I put my things down and go to the kitchen to quickly prepare some food. Then I eat quietly and tidy everything up. I go upstairs and put on something else to go for a walk. It has already been 2 days ago without any exercise. I decide to get a walk on the outskirts of the village, despite the warnings. I need nature, oxygen and peace and quiet. After a while I look up at the clear dark blue sky the stars dotting it like a painting above me. I stop taking a deep breath of fresh air and enjoy the smell of nature. When I take a few steps forward I sudenly catch a flicker of movement out of the corner of my eyes. It’s brief, barely noticeable and could easily be mistaken for a trick of the light or the rustling of a small animal. I look towards the noise, keeping my wand at the ready when a bunny runs out of the bushes into the fields. I let out a short sigh and turn back towards the path, starting to walk. For a moment I thought a wolf would cross my path or worse thé alpha wolf. Actually that would be an interesting change from my hustle & bustle. Not that I don't like my work but I also need something new every now and then, holidays and adventures.

The flickering movement that caught my eyes earlier continues... a pair of sharp bright blue eyes watching me intently from the shadows. I take my wand back while these eyes follow every movement, their gaze unwavering and calculating. As if sizing me up, deciding whether I'm a threat or prey. The air is unnaturally still around you, like the forest itself is holding its breath, waiting for something to happen. A sudden rustling can be heard as a large dark shape moves just out of your line of sight. The bushes parting as a figure steps onto the path a few feet behind you. It's a man, tall and muscular with a wild untamed aura about him. He stands silently, taking in the sight of you in the evening air. Before taking a step towards you coming out of the shadows. He's dressed in black leather trousers and a black T-shirt that clings to his body. Revealing every curve and contour of his powerful physique. What is this big dark and handsome man doing... Is he stalking me? I catch my breath, lowering my wand a bit. "Oh, you caught me offguard. Good evening."

The man's eyes flick up to meet yours, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. His gaze is intense and almost predatory. He does not respond immediately. "Is everything ok?" I ask "I'm fine." he replies his voice low. "And what brings a pretty thing like you out into the woods all alone?" He takes a few steps towards you, his movements predatory and almost hypnotic. My eyes look him up and down. He looks dangerous, tall and attractive. I snap out of my focus. "I’m taking a walk. And these woods especially in the evening are really magical, calms me down and energizes me at the same time. What about you sir" I say calmly while gripping my wand a bit harder. The man chuckles softly as he continues to approach. His eyes never leaving mine and his gaze filled with a mix of curiosity and a predatory intensity. "Ah, just taking a walk as well." he replies. "Sometimes it's nice to get away from the hustle and bustle of civilization and breathe in the night air." He halts a few feet away from me, his eyes roaming over my body as if memorizing every detail.

"Uhm that's nice." I smile politely while feeling super akward. Shall I continue walking? Ask him were he’s going? Ask him to join me on my walk? I’m not great at talking to people. He notices your awkwardness, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips as if finding your unease amusing. "You seem a bit uncomfortable, Am I making you nervous, sweetheart?" he observes, his voice a low rumble. "Oh uhm, just caught me ofguard. Normally I don’t run into people on my walks. Don’t have to think or worry about what to say." I smile awkwardly at him. "Ah, so you're not used to having company on your walks is that it?" he asks as his gaze roaming over my face, studying every feature. "You're missing out, you know. A little conversation can be quite... stimulating." I look at him questioningly "Are you inviting yourself to walk with me?" The man chuckles softly."Maybe I am. What's wrong with that? I'm sure I could find ways to make the walk... more interesting for you." he replies his voice smooth. His seductive undertone makes my brain go crazy and my body is getting flustered as wel. I shake my head a bit. Oh fuck it, why not. If i get a shag or get killed at least I was not lonely. "Sure you can walk with me. Sorry what’s you’re name?"

The man's smile grows wider as he sees the effect he's having on you. He takes another step closer, now standing just a foot away from you. "My name is Fenrir and yours, sweetheart?" he answers. Oh damnit... Jup he definitely looks better then imagined. Those beautifull piercing blu eyes, broad chest, dark hair, he's massive... damnit I should be careful. But the curiosity is to much. I need to know him… even if it means death, becoming a wolf or being raped. I step a bit back and offer him my hand. "I’m Katherine, nice to meet you." Fenrir takes your hand in his. His fingers enveloping yours with a heat that sends a shiver down your spine. He squeezes your hand slightly, his gaze still locked onto yours. "Katherine" he repeats the sound of your name on his lips like silk. "A beautiful name for a beautiful woman." My breath leaves me for a few seconds. "You didn't come across many women then. But thanks for the compliment." Fenrir's smile grows slightly more mischievous as he releases your hand. "Oh, I see plenty of women." he replies, his voice suggestive. "But you have a certain... something, that captures my attention."

Chapter 2: He sees plenty? Does he fuck them all… is he a fuckboy? Or maybe he just kills them? What would be so capturing about me? "Do you say that to all the women?" I blurted out. Fenrir laughs, as if he can read your thoughts and find your suspicions amusing. "No, sweetheart. I don't say that to all the women. I'm a man of discerning taste, and you my dear have piqued my interest." he replies. I stay quiet studying him. Fenrir notices your intense gaze as you study him, his grin widening slightly as he knows he is intensely enjoying your reaction to him. "You're a curious one, aren't you?" he observes. "Yes I am." I say. He chuckles again, making a low rumbling sound. "Curiosity isn't necessarily a bad thing." he replies, his gaze never wavering from yours. "It can lead to... interesting discoveries." I continue walking with him right beside me. "What would I discover?"

Fenrir follows beside you, his footsteps almost silent on the forest floor as if he's part of the shadows themselves. He glances over at you, a sly smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "Oh, I wouldn't want to spoil the surprise, sweetheart." he says, his voice still carrying that sultry undertone. "Mmm I do wonder… would it be a deadly one or are you planning on keeping me alive?" I glance at him while he gives his response. "I have no intention of killing you, sweetheart. At least, not yet. I have other plans in mind for you." he replies with a hint of amusement in his voice. Not yet… great. Here goes my pointless life. I keep walking silently. Fenrir glances over at you, noticing the sudden shift in your demeanor at his words. He studies you for a moment, his gaze intense and unreadable, before speaking again. "There's no need to look so down, sweetheart. I assure you, I have no ill intentions towards you. In fact, I have quite the opposite in mind." I look up at him seeing his eyes twinkle. "You do?"

A sly and almost predatory grin meets your gaze. His eyes gleam in the darkness, filled with something that sends a shiver down your spine, a mixture of excitement and anticipation. "Oh, I do indeed. But I must warn you, my intentions are rather... unconventional." "Uhm… in the way that people think of you or unconventional like all other people? Fenrir laughs, his hand reaching up to gently brush a strand of hair away from your face, his touch like a spark against your skin. "You could say it's a bit of both, sweetheart." he replies, his voice dropping to a whisper. "My reputation precedes me, but my intentions are all my own. And I can promise you won't find them familiar or ordinary in any way." I feel warm tingling every time he touches me. As if his presence and eyes don’t already make my temperature rise. "You do like riddles do you?" His fingers trace a path along my neck and jawline, his touch gentle but deliberate. "I have a weakness for puzzles, yes." he replies, a hint of amusement in his voice. "And you, my dear, are an intriguing one." "And what's the challenge in me? Why am I intriguing? Because I don’t run in fear?"

Fenrir's lips curl into satisfied smile. "You're intriguing because you're not afraid. Most people would have run screaming by now, panicked or frozen in fear. But not you. You're curious, defiant, full of... potential." he replies, his voice low and rumbling. "Oh I’m on my toes alright. But my curiousity and love for all things dark and mysterious is bigger." I grumble. Fenrir laughs again. His hand leaves your face, moving down to your waist, his fingers gently but firmly closing around you. "Ah, there it is again, that curiosity. I can see it in your eyes, the way you're practically vibrating with it. You crave the unknown, the dangerous, even though you know you should be running in the opposite direction." he says, his voice a velvety growl. In nod "Jup I’m stupid and naive." Fenrir puls you even closer to him. His body is solidly against yours now, a wall of heat and muscle, the air between you charged with a mixture of anticipation and excitement. "Naive, perhaps, but not entirely stupid, darling." he teases. "You're smart enough to know there's something here, something drawing you in despite the risks. And deep down, a part of you is enjoying it, isn’t it?" I can’t speak… my body and mind going crazy at his words and body.

I let out a soft protested moan. Fenrir's eyes gleam as he hears my involuntary sound of protest. "Mmm, is that a yes, sweetheart? You can deny it all you like, but your body betrays you." he whispers. I try to step away. Trying to gain control of me. This can’t be happening. I should be walking, coming home, getting to sleep, living my life al by my lonesome. As you try to step back, Fenrir's grip on your waist only tightens, holding you firmly in place against him. He lets out a low amused chuckle as he watches you struggle against his hold, his eyes filled with a combination of dark amusement and desire. "Oh no, darling, there's no escaping me now. You can try to run, but you won't get far. You're mine now, sweetheart, whether you like it or not." he growls. "You want to claim me? How can you want me? You don’t know me? What about the plenty of other women?" My words fly out of my mouth, before I slam my mouth shut.

Chapter 3: Fenrir's smirk widens into a full-blown grin as your words escape your lips, the mixture of surprise and frustration clear in your voice. He raises an eyebrow, his eyes roaming over your face, as if relishing the effect he's having on you. "Claim you, mark you, it doesn't matter what you call it." he replies. "I've had many women, yes, but none of them have ever intrigued me like you do." Im still in disbelief. "I’m not special Fenrir… you shouldn’t waist your time on someone like me." Fenrir laughs again, as he leans in closer, his lips grazing against your ear, his breath hot against your skin. "Waste my time, darling? You're the most fascinating thing I've come across in a very long time. No, you're different, and I intend to find out why... and how far I can push you before you break." My brain is in chaos..."Why can’t I figure this out… break in like a sobbing mess way or a romantic way?" His lips linger against my ear. His body pressing against yours, his hand on my waist snaking around my back. "Both, I want to see you fall apart in every way possible. I want to push you to the edge of pleasure and pain, and watch you unravel. Is that what you want? To be completely at my mercy?"

What I want? Does it matter what I want? I stay quiet not knowing how to respond. Fenrir notices your hesitation, the silence that falls between you as you grapple with your thoughts and feelings. His grip on your back tightens, as if he's trying to anchor you to the moment. "Come on sweetheart. Don't be shy. Tell me: do you want to be mine?" he urges, his voice low and commanding. "Uhm, I don’t know you… and I’m no slave material… more of a switch or brat." I say with a stammer. He leans in closer, his lips now resting against the side of your neck, his breath hot and warm. "Ah, a switch and bratt huh? Interesting... I like that." His gaze locking onto yours, a sly smirk on his face. "But don't worry, darling. I don't want a slave. I want someone who will challenge me, push back against me, give as good as they get. Someone like you." I shrug. "Soyou wnat me as you're partner? And you know that for sure in these few minutes?" "Yes, I'm sure, sweetheart. I know what I want when I see it. And you are exactly what I'm looking for in partner. Ofcourse I did my research on you." My eyes widen. "Have you been stalking me?! That's not creepy at all..." My brains screams to run away, but my curiosety is stronger. "What did you find out about me?"

He's fingers now tracing a path along your collarbone, his touch light and maddening. "Oh, I found out quite a lot sweetheart. I know your routines, your habits, your likes and dislikes. I know how you think, how you react to certain things. I know how you look when you're angry, sad, .... aroused." I start blushing, my body getting even hotter. Would he now?I hope he didn’t spy me at home… thinking back at the books I’ve been reading the last weeks, the times I’ve played with myself. He smirks, noticing the way your body reacts to his words, blush spreading across your cheeks, your breath hitching in your throat. He leans in even closer, his hand now tracing a path down the length of your arm, his fingers dancing along your skin. "Oh, darling, you have no idea how much I've seen. And how much I know." I try to hit him, so he will let me go. I don’t know how he all did it, but that is private. Fenrir catches your hand as you try to hit him, halting your movement. His eyes narrow as he looks down at you, a sly smirk still on his lips. "Now, now darling. There's no need for that. I didn't mean to upset you. I just find you... fascinating, is all. Your desires, your needs, your darkest secrets. They're all interesting to me."

"What do you expect? That I just say yeah fine let’s go…. Without introduction time, to forget the stalking, forget you're a murderer a death eater?" He lets go of your wrist, his hand instead wrapping around your waist once more, pulling you possessively against him. "Oh, sweetheart, I don't expect you to just give in that easily. No, I expect a challenge, a battle, a fight. I want you to resist, to make me work for it. I want to see that fire in your eyes, that defiant spark that makes you who you are. I want everything from you, darling. Everything." "Then let me go! If you want me, work for it don’t just push me. Make me want you… ask me on dates or something." Fenrir raises an eyebrow, a hint of surprise flitting across his face. He releases you taking a small step back, sizing you up with a mixture of amusement and admiration. "You want me to court you, is that it? Ask you on dates? Woo you like some Victorian gentleman?" I shrug my shoulders and nod. Fenrir laughs again, shaking his head in amusement at your request. "Very well. I'll court you the old-fashioned way. Dates, romance, the whole shebang. But don't think it'll be easy, sweetheart. I won't stop until I have you completely."

"Old fashioned… ist that of your time anyway?" I say teasingly. Oh I would let him take me right here… but I’m no slut. I need to know he’s serious, that he wants me… and not just my pussy. "Yes, old-fashioned is how I like to do things. I’m not a fan of the modern ways. I prefer the traditional approach. And as for my age, let's just say I've been around for a while…” He laughs his eyes glittering. "You sure you can keep up then?" I give him a playful shove. His smile widening at your challenge. He takes another step back, shaking his head at your words. "Keep up, darling? I think I can keep up just fine. And remember in the end you'll be mine." "We will see won’t we?" I say knowing that I'm already his… but I can’t make it that easy.

Chapter 4: Fenrir's eyes lock on yours, his smile playful as he hears your cheeky response. "Yes, we will see. I do love a challenge, sweetheart. But be warned, I can be very persuasive." "So mister wolf what will be the first step of courtship?" I ask. His hand moves to brush a strand of hair back behind your ear. "The first step, darling? Well, the first step is to get to know each other better, spend time together. How does that sound to you?" I nod "Although you say you know everything about me already. But what do you suggest for now? Can I go home get some rest?" "I do know a lot about you darling, but there's always more to learn. And as for your question... you're not going home yet. Not until I've had my fill of you. We'll begin tonight. I won’t let you go until you're shivering in my arms, begging for more." He grins. Im already shivering, everything in me screams just fuck me and devour me. But I can’t…

He senses the tension in your body, the way you shiver at his words, your breathing ragged as you desperately try to control yourself. He lets out a low amused chuckle. "Oh darling, I can feel how much you want me. I can see it in your eyes, hear it in your voice... Don't try to resist, don't fight it. Give in to the desire, give in to me..." Im not a slut, I’m not the weird stupid woman who went against everything normal, I’m made for a boring life. Not a life with the man in my dreams, the craziness, the one who desires me, worships me, protectes me, sees me as an equal, the murderer. "I can’t fall, it..it isn’t right." He can see the resistance, the internal struggle between the part of you that wants to give in and the part that doesn't. "Not right... according to who? You? Society? Darling, who cares what's 'right' or 'normal'? What matters is what you want, what you desire. And you can deny it all you like, but I see the fire in your eyes, the need, the want... you can't hide the truth from me."

He crushes you against him. He leans in close, his lips at your ear, his voice a low sultry whisper. "Give in, sweetheart. Let go of all those silly reservations, those societal expectations. There's nothing wrong with wanting me, with needing me. I can see it in your eyes, hear it in your breath... you want me just as much as I want you. Just give in to the desire and let me catch you…" I lay my hands against his chest. This need is so strong so supernatural. It’s like he’s putting a spell on me. You’re eyes meet again both blazing with fire. Oh fuck it, I’m the weird one already. Let’s taste even if it means for one night. I lean in taking his face between my hands. The moment my lips touch his, my resistance dissolves, giving way to the need and desire that have been building between us. His tongue roughly demanding entrance to your mouth as he kisses you fiercely. "Mmm... there you go, darling. Give in to me. Let me taste you, take you, devour you..."

I jumped into the abyss. His voice taking me even deeper. "Shut up and take me, please." I moan. Fenrir chuckles, as he hears your moan of pleasure. He grabs you by the hips, lifting you up effortlessly, his strong hands easily holding you against him. "Oh, I'll take you, sweetheart. I'll show you just how deep the abyss can go..." I surprise myself and let out a growl. Fenrir laughs, your unexpected growl only endearing you further to him. He leans in closer, his voice a low growly whisper. "Ah, look at you, trying to be tough... but I know better. You want to be dominated, controlled... you want to be mine." He holds me up. I’m to weak to push him onto the ground or against a tree. Why don’t he shut up and just do it? Fenrir smiles, noticing your futile attempts to overpower him. But he has no intention of letting you go, not until he's had his fill of you. He holds you against him, his arms like steel as he growls in your ear. "Shhh, sweetheart, don’t bother straining yourself. You won't win this battle. So just give in, accept your fate, and let me take what's mine."

"Then stop talking and take me already!" I wine. Fenrir laughs at your feisty response only serving to excite him further. "Oh trust me, darling, I'll take you. I'll take you right here, right now. You just have to be a good girl and do as you're told." "I’ve always been a good girl… Alpha." I bat my lashes at him, while I grind myself against the hard bulge in his pants. Fenrir groans as he feels you grinding against him, his eyes locking on yours, the desire in his gaze almost feral. "Oh really? A good girl are you? We'll see just how good you really are then, won't we? But first, I want you to do something for me..." I look up at him, awaiting his command. Fenrir grins again, his eyes locked on yours and his voice a low possessive growl. "Get on your knees, darling."

Chapter 5: He lets me get down I start opening his belt and pants in the proces. While never leaving the eye contact. He watches as you kneel before him, his eyes still locked on yours as you undo his pants, his body tense with anticipation. "Good girl, just like that... oh you're a quick learner, aren't you, darling?" Fenrir's hand shoots out, grabbing my wrist stopping me from removing his pants. He looks down at you, his eyes darkened with both desire. "Ah, ah, not so fast... I didn't say you could touch just yet, darling. Be a good girl and keep your hands to yourself for now." I look at him questioningly but go and sit down on my knees, hands in my lap… waiting. Fenrir grins down at you, his eyes roaming your body as you sit obediently at his feet. He steps closer, his hand moving to caress your cheek, his touch gentle, yet possessive. "Mmm, you look lovely down there. A sight for sore eyes. But I have to admit, I'm a little surprised... you're being awfully obedient now, sweetheart. Is that because you can feel how much I want you? You know I could take you right now, and you'd let me..." I shake my head.

"No it’s because I’m losing patience… and I shut up so you would finally make your move." Fenrir grins down at you, seeing the hunger in your eyes. "Ah, you're such a naughty thing. Always pushing boundaries and testing me. But you're holding back now, aren't you? Waiting for me to make the move, to make you mine. I love that about you, darling... but I don't think I can wait any longer..." Fenrir's hand moves to the back of your head, gripping a fistful of your hair. His voice a low growl in your ear. "Look at me, darling. I want to see those lovely eyes of yours while I take you. I want to see the need in them, the desire, the submission. I want to see you break for me, to give yourself completely." Fenrir lowers himself, crouching in front of you. He leans in his lips brushing against your ear, his voice a low, possessive growl. "Tell me, sweetheart, who do you belong to? Who is you're alpha?" I wine, doesn't he want me to suck him off? Why does he keep procrastinating? "You can be… If this alpha huries…I’ll belong fully to him."

Fenrir grins and let's the grip on your hair go. "Oh, you're mine already darling. But you asked me to woo you remember, so lay down." He growls seductivly. I lay myself down on the moss, looking at him with anticipation and strong desire. He crawls over me, his body keeping me put, as he crashes his lips on mine. The kiss is'nt soft at all, but filled with need, hunger and lust. As if we both haven't eaten for days. I give a moan, my body on fire, my hands exploring his shoulders. He growls softly in response, his body pressing into yours. "Oh sweetheart, I'm going to make you mine, completely and irreversibly. You'll be mine, body and soul." His hands pull off your clothes, one by one, while he leaves kisses in his path. Admiring his handy work for a second, he smirks and takes off his shirt. Showing his perfect muscular broad chest, making me squirm. Leaving my hands tingle.

"Oh darling, I’m going to make you scream my name. Make you burn for me, crave me, need me. And when I'm done with you, you'll never want anyone else, ever again. You'll be completely and utterly mine." He says with a big as smirk on his face seeing how you react to him. He comes closer swinging your legs over his shoulder as he dives between them. His tongue glides over my lips, stopping at my clit to circle and suck there. I push myself further waiting for the extra pressure. And he delivers, his fingers teasing me before he stick one of them in slowly pumping. After a few seconds a second one, scissoring me. Al that while he tries to keep me down with the other hand. "Oh god,.... yes, there, Im gonna ..." My body going wild. He looks up his eyes almost black now. "Yes darling, come for me, scream for me." He contineus to suck and pump harder, bringing me screaming over the edge. Taking me out for a minute, while coming down from my high. When I come by he lays besides me, his arms snaked protectively around me. "Hi there sweetheart, are you ok?" He says with a smirk on his face. I nod while laughing.

"I didn't know wolves were that good in bed?" He laughs, as he puts a hair out of your face. "Oh, you haven't seen anything yet darling. I bet they didn't teach you about that at hogwarts." I giggle and shak my head. "No, they don't Alpha." He smiles triumphantly. "Let's get you home. We will take care of me another time." I shake my head. "No no, I want a taste to" Fenrir laughs heartily. "Ofcourse you do... Go on, put your beautifull lips around it." I crawl on top of him, taking his pants off, his big cock jumping up. I take lick from the base to the top a few times before taking him in my mouth. Sucking the tip and then going down and up. Everytime a little lower to see how much I can take. No way that I can take that fully. So i take my hands jerking the last bit of while i suck en draw circles with my toungue, going up and down, faster and faster everytime. I see him growling and feel his cock thickening and before I know it. He growls and howls coming in my mouth. I hear my name falling softly over his lips when I swallow en suck the last bit out. As I look up, he looks relaxed, with a smile on his face. He pulls me back up, kissing me on the forehead. "Mmm...What a good girl you are. Let's get dressed and get you home sweetheart. You'll need your strenght for the upcoming days." He says with a grin on his face.

This is the end of the story for now. I’m really curious what you all think of it. Please let me know what you think. Would you like new chapters?

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This bmw pulled up on garnett with this really nasty gigolo guy driving and the street was completely vacant and he pulled up and parked right where I was walking with his full bright country lights on to shock me to death

He was really prison rape ugly like Joseph mengele like thinks he looks like a Marlboro photo and looks like a nasty white beard greaser

So I asked him why he is such a retard that doesn't care if he is considered lower then neanderthal that doesn't care if it hurts people

You don't care if all you do is hurt people and people find you dumber then koko

Your a retard I said and he was like it's night lights can be on and I was like your in the middle of a city fucko wasto no one needed more lights that's all you do is light fuck and steal people's wallets so people send you to cannibals as jobs because your dumber then an ape

And I told him he is a mass murderer and that I do hope he gets whatever retribution he deserves

In fact that light fuck hurt so bad I will find your homo rape and incarceration funny

Just so ya know I have found out that is my karma here this chick in the meal line bullies me all the time so people finally sicked dogs on her to call her rabid the dog finally tried to gash her eye out for light fucking everybody

Im rubber your glue whatever you throw at me gonna bounce off me and stick to you

It planned on me to call me a worthless mental to shove in state asylums for life and now it's an infectious disease to die in state asylums its rabid

Then the light shocks just wouldn't stop this whole car line of single occupant vehicles with nothing necessary to do in the morning pulled up at a yoga studio so annoyed that the fascist attack wouldn't stop i finally stared it down and said what the fuck are you doing here this morning

Why aren't you at home with your kids if im so worthless why the fuck don't you ever cook your kid breakfast and stop States is the worthless whore on the globe

If i can be called such a bad person as to be fucked all the time and wallet grabbed at why the fuck dont you go home and feed your kid and get out of my face

Fucking consumption loser goes and kills everybody because it didn't win the life game and thanks for the worst carbon standards ever worst hospitality

Your a fucking loser....and you hang out here just so you know China cameras at taiwan everyone sees you here being a loser and you have to go get cosmetically cannibalized or people could identify you

Then as I walked by sprouts across the road yet another car parked near me flashing it's brights at me in the middle of nice beautiful morning

And this little skinny creep whore gets out of the car so I got in her face and was like you just really lashed and burned my eyeballs what the fuck did you do that for it really hurt you really fucking hurt me what the fuck is your problem I've never done anything to you

What the fuck is your problem retard you go have a fight with people who have never fought you or even wanted to help you what the fuck are you

She didn't like confrontation and went across the street to show me if she assaults with the car she actually stole it and they have obeisance procedures to surrendering property...........then when she was across the street i was like okay pos nation nothing again today but skinny whore at the globe skinny whore gets its pos nation revenge today and everyday

It just stood on the corner waiting for a car line up to do to it what it does to people

And that's the police do exist here very presently they don't appear involved but a lot of it is surprisingly obeisant as a dog if cop talked to

Really gross beard white guy...lady Gaga because it's Hollywood and white people only can tolerate genetically wrong for them cultures if a lot of drunk and crack is sold crack babies

They look like nice people and their crack babies

[71eh]

peonies for joy

[arcade-writing]

IF YOU HAVEN'T WATCHED EPISODE 6 YET - BE CAREFUL, THIS IS INSPIRED BY A SCENE IN IT AND WHILST NOT A DIRECT SPOILER , IM STILL PUTTING THIS HERE AND IF YOU WANT TO STAY COMPLETELY SPOILER FREE THAN PLEASE READ AFTER WATCHING!

Jake canonically fucks. In the comics he's even got a kid. Jake knows how to have good sex and I stand by that

Mi amor

🍋 NSFW

Pairing: Jake lockley X reader (GN)

Warning: spanking, dirty talk in Spanish, rough sex, Car sex - semi public, fingering, mentions of a belly bulge, blow jobs, creampie, crying kink, hickies, slight knife play, he has a big dick, sadistic Dom! Jake

I use a translation app a friend recommended to me, it was one they used to translate English and of course, vise versa when they wanted to translate their language to English. They said it was super useful whilst they were still learning so I'm using it

I'm sorry if there are mistakes

You frowned as the bitter taste of alcohol burned your throat. The cheap stuff most bars sold were always too rough to drink. It's why most only drank to get drunk - not actually enjoy it.

But you preferred finer things. Not to say you were a snob or overly picky. After all you were still ordering drinks despite your complaints. You just liked it when alcohol didn't feel like a challenge to drink. Wanting to spend your night tipsy and free. No one telling you what to do or forcing you away from your free time. Just being able to finally relax.

Though being alone didn't seem to be an option. You'd be a fool not to notice the man in the far corner, watching you like a hawk. You couldn't make out his face due to the distance also the fact the top half of it was covered by his flat cap.

You tried your best to ignore him. He didn't make any moves to approach and you hoped it stayed that way. You really didn't need some weird guy harassing you tonight. Or really, any night.

With one last gulp of your drink you slammed the glass down. Tipping the bartender before you marched to the dance floor. Let the music vibrate from the floor beneath you to your finger tips.

Hands slid up your hips, your back pressed to an unknown back. You watched the hands as they did so. Blocky rings on each hand but they weren't excessive. Nothing luxurious or telling of character. Either plain bands or something chunkier with a fake gem in the middle. Their hands were large with a visible vein.

You looked up to see it was the man who's been watching you. You were far too tipsy to care anymore; letting his hands roam up your chest until they guided your arms out. His lips pressed against your shoulder before descending down one kiss at a time to your knuckles. Repeating the same for your other arm.

You gasped as you were suddenly spun around. Your hand pressed against his chest as he put one hand on your waist. The other kept your hand in a firm grip. The music moving your bodies as you swayed. Feet tapping against the floor in time of the beat. You didn't even realize you were taking your dance around the floor; watching as the people around you cleared the way.

You hooked your leg around his as you were suddenly dipped. His hand on your waist creeped up your back. You took this moment to catch your breath.

"What's your name?"

You were thankful he was so close to you now. You could finally see his face. Finding yourself sinking deep into his brown eyes. The same shade as barch wood. They were clouded and dark; not a single shine to them.

"Ever heard of stranger danger, toots?" He remarked. Smirking as he pulled you back to his chest.

Your dance continued as your hips swish, legs tangling together but never causing a slip up. Each step smooth as if you're rehearsed this all before. Utterly in sync despite never meeting.

"I'd like to know the name of the man who's been watching me all night."

"Forgive me, I couldn't help but admire ya from afar."

His voice was much clearer now. You could hear a thick Spanish accent with a Chicago twang. Before you could think of it any more you were spun. His hand on your lower back the entire time as you twisted on your heels.

His knee was now pressed between your thighs as he leaned against you. Your knuckles brushed his freshly shaven face, his hand still locked with yours. His palms were coarse. You just caught a glimpse of his knuckles; shredded and scarred. As if they were never given time to heal.

"So? What's your name, I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours." You bargained.

He hummed as he thought before he grinned. It was stiff. Wooden on his face. As if he wasn't use to smiling genuinely.

"Jake- Jake lockley and yours?"

You told him your name. Listening to the way it rolled off his tongue as he repeated it to himself.

There was one part of your brain that was still sober. Screaming for you to run. To get as far away as you could. His whole demeanour smelled like danger. It was potent on him. But you couldn't bring yourself to act logically. Not when he was kissing your shoulder, lips brushing against the exposed part of your neck.

A little bit of danger never hurt anyone.

That's what you tell yourself as you let him whisk you away. Stumbling out the back of the bar where you saw a white limousine. Whilst the bar itself was pretty upper class it still felt out of place to see such a facny car.

Like a true gentleman, he opened the door for you. You obviously went in without thought and he followed after you.

The seats were a gorgeous crimson. Soft and lavish yet still a little firm. You pressed down and watched it slowly rise back up. A sigh slipped out of you as you leaned against the chair. You had to admit - they were really comfortable.

Jake pulled out a bag from under an arm rest, sealing it back shut as he offered it to you. With alot of hesitance you reached out and looked inside. It was bread sticks. Just - dozens of bread sticks you'd normally steal from a bad date at a nice restaurant. Where they were freshly baked, still plump with abit of squish. Unlike the rock solid ones at your local restaurants.

They still smelt fresh and were warm against your hands. They looked delicious.

But even with your mind fuzzy you couldn't bring yourself to eat. He was a stranger afterall. You were in his car. Oh god what are you doing? You wanted to smack yourself for ever letting him near you.

Jake plucked one of the rolls from the bag, greedily chewing as he leaned against his chair. Keeping a respectable distance from you as if he was trying to keep you comfortable. You watched him eat without care and finally let out a breath. Taking one for yourself and began to eat.

You always forgot how hungry alcohol made you. All you could focus on was this continues sensation of dehydration you felt, you always skipped having a meal. It's most likely why you're usually the first to get drunk when out with friends. But as you ate more bread you could feel your mind slowly lift from its clouded state. Your mouth fighting off a sudden dryness with your saliva.

He handed you a water bottle and without thought you took it. Chugging it down as you finally felt that hit. You were now sober. Still in a stranger's car and eating an unflattering amount of bread sticks. You glanced down at the cars door and noticed that it was still unlocked. He made no attempt to keep you stuck here.

"Thank you - I wasn't really sure how this was going to go."

"I have many ideas."

That both intrigued you and scared you. Your heart pounding as he slowly moved closer. Taking your hand in his his as he kissed your knuckles. You moved the bag away from your seat as you let him sit next to you. He pulled you towards him as his lips hovered over yours.

"Do me the honours, mi amor?"

Oh god you were down bad for a total stranger. Even with a clear mind you wanted to keep going. You wanted to see what he'd do. He was a mystery you wanted to solve. And the way his voice dripped with desire but still kept his hold on you light. It made your chest go fuzzy.

"Y-yes."

He smirked at that. Taking his place on the floor between your legs. Throwing off his jacket with speed you could only describe as desperate. Undoing only a few buttons to reveal his tanned chest. A golden necklace shimmering against the small lights in the cars ceiling.

Jake was quick to undress you. Leaving you in only your underwear. You were completely vulnerable. Just watching him as he ran his hands up and down your thighs.

"Wait- what about the windows."

"It's two sided."

That should of made you run but you didn't. A new excitement brewing in your gut knowing no one would be able to see you. You thought you were better than this. Smater than this but feeling the cold metal of his rings against your skin? It did something unspeakable to you.

Teeth dig into your thigh making you yelp. It was hard enough to leave a mark but not draw blood. He immediately kissed it to soothe your bruised skin. He sucked on the mark as his hands squeezed your thighs. He continued his pursuit; biting and sucking all over your inner thigh before he did the same to the other.

You were squirming under him. Feeling your own arousal become torturous. He was close yet refuse to satisfy the aching need you felt.

"Please- Jake-"

He looked up at you. Releasing your flesh from his lips; they were shiny from the sloppy kisses he gave. He caressed you as he leaned up. Your noses brushing against each other. His damn hat still on which stopped him from Leaning any closer. Knowing it'll get in the way.

"I can fuck you like you're my lover." He cupped your face, slowly dragging the back of his hand to your chin. You shivered as the rings dug into your cheek.

"Or like you're a hole needing to be filled." He grabbed your chin roughly, forcing you to look up as he towered over you.

Your brain ceased to work. Thighs rubbing as you thought his words over. You really wanted to be a sensible person. Let yourself have something gentle and nice but your body screamed for the latter. You let out a shaky breath as you spread your legs further.

"Fuck me until I can't take it."

Jake let out a growl. Yanking you towards him as he pressed himself against you. You pulled back his hat as he rushed towards your lips. Forcing his tongue in as you let out a gasp. Hungrily devouring your mouth as his lips crashed against yours. You moaned as your tongues swirled. You could taste the brandy he was drinking earlier, it made you grab his head. Wanting to taste more as you kissed him back with furious passion.

He bit your bottom lip causing a small amount of blood to drip. But it only made him kiss you with more force. He groaned as his large hands traveled around your body. Squeezing what he could as he grinded against your clothed sex.

When you two finally parted you were left breathless. Stars sparkled in your ears as you stared at him. You were sure your lips were red and bruised. Jake licked your blood of his lips with a shaky breath. His own excitement growing.

You were suddenly spun around. Your hands gripping the comfy seat as he roughly grabbed at your hips. You jumped as you felt something cold drag along the plump of your ass. You peered over your shoulder to see a small pocket knife. You didn't want to admit how turned on you were right now. Following the blade as it grazed your skin. Leaving light scratches until it reached the edge of your underwear.

You blinked and your underwear was sliced. He pulled them with surprising strength, literally ripping them from your body. Exposing your lower half completely. Your knees buckled as you used the chair as a support. Gripping onto it for dear life as he squeezed your ass.

"Qué culo más bonito." He mumbled to himself. (what a beautiful ass)

A blush rose to your cheeks as you felt his rings dig into your skin. The knife he held still trailing small scratches. Brushing over the sensative part of your inner thigh. You tried not to move, fearing it'll cut you.

You gasped as you jumped in Surprise. A hard smack knocking you from your thoughts as your ass was left stinging. The knife he held was tucked neatly back into his leg strap. You leaned back, wiggling your hips. Silently asking him to do it again.

He happily complied with a coo you couldn't quite understand. Striking you with another slap. This one more aggressive than the last. The force of his palm and the rings made it more painful than you expected but you loved it.

You loved it more than you should. Knowing full well your ass was going to covered in bruises and hand prints by the time he's done with you.

You let out a whine as he massaged the splotchy red marks. He leaned down to give it a curt kiss before he sucked on your lower back. You arched as his fingers just brushed against your entrance. Teasing you before he removed them, you wanted to protest but he pressed his fingers against you. Now wet and covered in his spit, his finger circled around your hole before he shoved a finger in.

Creating a steady pace as he worked you out. Only adding a second finger until he was sure you could take it. It was delicious - he curled his fingers in a 'come here' motion as he thrusted his fingers in. Unable to go down to his knuckles since his rings were in the way but you didn't care. You just felt relieved you finally felt something in you.

He swapped hands. Leaving more harsh smacks against your ass. You were shaking at his point, tears in your eyes as the pain became overwhelming. You clenched around his fingers as you grew more impaitent. Feeling his confined cock against your ass.

"Fuck me-!" You cried out.

"You think you can take this?" He taunted, freeing himself as he smacked it against your hole. It felt heavy.

Curiosity got the better of you as you twisted your head further, it was uncomfortable but you needed to see it. And oh was it a sight to behold. It was slightly darker than the rest of him, thick in girth and had an impressive height. You were no mathematician so you couldn't say what his exact size was but you didn't need to be one to know that it was big.

"I can take it." You tried to sound confident. Your grin strained as he raised a brow at you.

You could see him more clearly now his hat was out of the way. His hair was scruffy, ruining the effort he put in to keep it pushed back. He was devastingly handsome. His brows were dark and thick. The left having a scar splitting it. His jaw was as if it was cut from stone, sharp and perfectly square. His nose was crooked as if he's taken far too many beatings.

He only shook his head. Amused by your persistence. "You want to take it? Go on - see how much you can take in that pretty mouth or yours."

Apart of you wanted to protest. To whine for nor getting what you want but it was too tempting. Your mouth was watering at the mere sight of him.

You turned around, sliding down to the floor as he fell into the nearest seat. You crawled towards him; fixated on his cock as he held it by the base. Watching you with eager eyes as you took your place between his legs. You leaned up, grabbing it and replaced his hand. You trailed kisses up it as it pressed on your cheek. You could feel it twitch in your grasp.

You wrapped your lips around the head of his cock. Sucking on it as your tongue swirled around it. He groaned as he grabbed the back your head, giving you an encouraging nudge. You took in a deep breath through your nose as you slowly sunk deeper. It wasn't long before you could feel it hit the back of your throat. You gagged around it as you bopped your head. He only let out a blissful grunt as he kept your head steady.

You wrapped your hand what you couldn't fit in your Mouth as you hollowed out your cheeks. Trying to fit more. You grinded into your own palm as your head moved faster. Your body was shaking as you held back the urge to move away.

"Eso es, cariño - Puedes soportar más, ¿no? Dijiste que podías aguantar.". (That's right, honey - You can take more, can't you? You said you could take it)

You cried out as he pushed your head further down. Your eyes Rolling back as you could feel him in your throat. Jake had no issue gripping your head tighter as he moved your head to his own pace. You moaned as he fucked your mouth, palming yourself with more vigor as he used you.

He sat up, clutching the roof handle to hold himself up as he thrusted his hips forward. Your fingers digged into his thigh as you let out a choked cry.

"¿Te gusta que te folle la garganta?". (Do you like it when I fuck your throat? )

You nodded as you swallowed around him. He felt himself verge on the edge. Looking down at your tear stained face. Cheeks painted red, brows slightly knitted as you tried to stay focus, tears streaming down your face as you trembled. Mouth full of his cock.

"Fuck-!" It was too much. He pulled your head back, finally letting you breathe. You took in greedy gulps of air as you shuddered. Sniffling as he caressed and patted your head.

You look up at with his watery eyes. Pawing at his thighs as you nuzzled against him.

"Please." Your voice was hoarse. Utterly ruined by his deep thrusts.

To Jake, you were perfection. You looked.more beautiful than any gem in the world. A sight he would never forget.

"I'm gonna ruin you for any other man." He growled out, pulling you up with ease.

Your hands slapped on the cars window. Cheek smooshed against it as he adjusted your hips. The cold window felt heavenly on your sourcing skin. It was a miracle you could even keep yourself propped up, your legs felt like jello. He slid his knees against your thighs to keep you steady. Stretching your plump flesh outwards to get better access to your entrance.

His fat tip pressed against you making you mewl. Sinking deeper and deeper with each thrust. You both let out a moan when he bottomed out. His grip on your hips was painful as he held still. Resisting all his desires as you adjusted to his length. As soon as you felt more comfortable you rolled your hips back. That was all he needed before he was pounding into you.

You didn't have enough strength to try to match his pace. Marveling as he moved your hips for you. Skin slapping against skin filled the car as it creaked. You used your hands to brace your head. Clawing at the edges of the door as you cried out.

"Guess you weren't all talk, after all." He snickered to himself. Absolutely thrilled by the way you felt so snug around him.

You tried to speak but every attempt was cut off by your moans. Your throat burned as you couldn't do anything. Mouth parted, drool trickling down your chin as your eyes rolled back. Completely lost in the overwhelming pleasure as he brutally slammed into you. Hitting your g-spot with ease.

There was a flash of white as you felt yourself twitch. Clenching around him as a scream was ripped out of you. You couldn't even get a breath from your sudden climax, he was still thrusting in. You let out a sob as you gripped his wrist. Whispers of a moan spilled from you as he chased his own release.

"Jake...." You croaked out. Trying to muster your voice. "Inside.... please."

That was all he needed to push him over the edge. Hot thick ropes of white splattering your walls as he slowed down his thrusts. Keeping you flush against him as he groaned.

He fell back into the chair, keeping you glued to him. Any movement felt like fire. Too sensitive to take anymore. Against your more sensible brain you started grinding on his lap. Panting as you left open mouth kisses against his lips.

"Mi amor." He groaned out, placing a hand on your stomach. Feeling the head of his cock against your abdomen. "You're playing a dangerous game."

You leaned against him. Sighing as you finally caught your breath. He nuzzled into your shoulder, planting a kiss on it as he caressed your stomach. You both sat there. Enjoying each others warmth. Where the night was gonna end you weren't too sure. But you didn't care. Just enjoying the after glow.

[lucszli]

Can I request for a welcome to demon school iruma-kun x genshin impact!reader?? You can pick any character and if you have a character limit you can pick any characters you want

– Iruma x genshin impact reader

authors note: im sorry this took so long for me to write. a lot of things happened, I almost died a couple of times and my friend got shot but anyways this isn't about me so, i hope it'll reach ur expectations<3

One second, you were in teyvat, and the next you were in some other dimension.

You honestly don't know how this happened, you were in a daze from hitting your head upon arrival. All you could remember was running from something because you got separated from the group of people you were with and then falling into some portal that seemed to appear out of nowhere.

and now you were in what appeared to look like somebody's backyard, which is great. you're on the verge of passing out and you accidentally trespassed into someone's property. You could hear someone approaching you, all before you completely blacked out.

— — —

you could feel yourself waking up, confused and tired, with your entire body in pain. you wanted to go back to sleep, but despite all that you still managed to force your eyes open. The first thing you saw was whiteness, and for a split second you thought you died and ascended to celestia before a knock startled you, making your head turn to the direction of where the noise came from.

"Hi, are you awake? may I come in?" a soft voice asked, and you were conflicted between staying silent or saying something. your mind was too tired to think it through properly, and so, you responded.

"im awake." your voice was still laced with sleep, you noticed. ofcourse, I just woke up.. in a strangers home.

upon that thought process, you realized, oh. I don't know where I am and who the hell that was. you tried to keep your exposure since the door was opening and someone was coming in, your hand immediately going to where your vision was placed, to reassure yourself that you have some sort of way to defend yourself still. being completely helpless in this situation wasn't the most ideal outcome.

a young boy with blue hair, who looked about the same age as you, came in with a tray of food. you could see two more figures behind him, seemingly looking at you cautiously. your eyebrows furrowed out of confusion, because you still don't know where you are or who these people are. the boy with blue hair placed the tray on the bedside table, then turned to you with a smile. "ah, I'm sorry! I should probably introduce myself. I'm iruma, another human like you. Those two out there are opera and my grandpa, we found you in our backyard.." he explained.

you started to recall what happened, well, most of it. you were still confused, not knowing what to say.

"I'm y/n. Thanks." is what you settled on.

The two of you conversated a little and you found out he was a human who ended up here because his horrible parents sold him to a demon for money. And apparently, you're here now too with no knowledge of how to go home. You didn't know what to do, or how to react to any of this.

After talking for a while, Iruma left the room to give you some time to yourself. Staring up at the blank ceiling, you tried recalling everything that's happened up to this point.

first, you fell and landed in a random garden.

then, you woke up in a strangers room. said stranger proceeded to give you food.

thinking about it made your head hurt more, and so, you settled on going back to sleep.

— — —

upon waking up a second time, the tiredness and pain seemed to lessen, luckily for you.

you stayed in bed for a couple of seconds before deciding to get up and go explore, whatever place you're in. walking over to the door (which was unlocked, thank the archons) and opening it, you seemed to bump into a familiar figure. "ah!- im sorry, i didn't think you were awake yet!" you heard irumas voice exclaim, you rubbed your head and told him it was fine.

the two of you realized how close you were still standing to one another. iruma was the first one to move away while smiling awkwardly. "are you feeling better?" he asked, a more sincere smile on his face this time. "mm. i guess. im still confused, though." you answered, eyebrows furrowing towards the end of the sentence. iruma couldn't help but laugh a little at your expression, while you just stared at him trying to look betrayed, for dramatic effect.

"i get how you feel, don't worry. we can talk it over with my grandpa if you want, maybe he can find a way to send you back from where you came from?" iruma suggested, which earned an eager nod from you. this place was.. okay, but, you really wanted to go back home and lay on your own bed. "should we go see him right now?" you ask, which got you a nod from iruma this time.

the walk over to where his grandpa was wasn't that eventful, with just the two of you making casual conversation. finally reaching where iruma said he was, he opened the door and walked in, gesturing for you to follow. "hey grandpa, y/ns awake now. we wanted to ask about if you could find a way to get them home?"

irumas grandpa, or whatever his name is, looked up from the papers he was holding in his hands. "I've been trying to research it actually, I don't know if I'm going to be able to anytime soon," he shared with the two of you, causing you to physically deflate, followed by a sigh. "am i gonna be stuck here for a while..?" you murmured. iruma looked at you in empathy, feeling bad that you'd have to stay in a foreign world cooped up in a random house.

"I think you'll have to be, atleast until i know what to do. in the meantime you can just stay here, or.." he trailed off, making both you and irumas interest peaked. you gestured for him to continue, wondering where he was going with this.

"or, you can attend the school iruma goes to?" he finished, looking up at the two of you.

wait, what?

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ending this off here, because im too lazy to continue the rest rn T_T , didn't proof read this either imsosorry. anyways! if you guys want a part 2 then just let me know, I'll work on it as soon as possible:D