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spiltscribbles · 3 years

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Im so excited!!!! Here’s a little “It’s always been you. You and only you.” sprinkled in with Green-Eyed Epiphany

~Notes: OMFG bubby!!!! You are so beyond adorable! Thank you So SO much for the sweetness!! I really hope you like this XS and fingers crossed this fits the promptXS <3 <3 <3

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~R: my mom’s working the night shift at the clinic👀👀

~S: Kinky😏

~S: I can be there in 15

~R: make it 20 and get Chinese x

~S: sometimes I think ur j using me for the food

~R: and bring henny😈

It’s seventeen minutes since Remus sent the last text when the front door of his modest ranch house begins to thump with a familiar wrapping that’s three quick knocks followed by two slower ones, and he has to wrestle down the eager grin from his face when he swings it open to find one of his closest friends standing at the threshold in that customary weathered, leather jacket that he found two summers ago when Remus had taken him thrifting for the first time, and an impish sort of smirk that definitely would look ridiculous on anyone else, but only makes Sirius all the more maddeningly attractive.

“What took so long?” Remus asks mildly, pulling him indoors by the sleeve and gesturing for him to set the goods on the kitchen counter once they cross the small foyer.

“You wound me, Lupin.” Sirius retorts, quick-silver eyes flashing before he pins him against the island and puts his hands on either side of his waistline with more gentleness than Remus would’ve expected before they began this whole sorted affair— Okay, maybe that’s the wrong word for it?

It’s not an affair, or tryst, or carrying on or whatever the fuck else Lily says when she’s teetering on the wrong edge of tipsy and thinks it’s her right to call Remus out on his bullshit— on his stupid, beyond obvious crush he’s been fostering for one of his closest friends since junior high.

It’s none of those things— It’s not nearly as dramatic.

It’s just— Just that yes, Remus has been harboring a tiny infatuation for Sirius ever since that first day of the seventh grade when he had moved to this tiny, coastal town after his parents divorce. But how could he have not? Sirius is hilarious, and a genius, and so gorgeous that sometimes it feels like his insides are twisting up whenever he glances over at him. And on that first day, he had just caught Remus’s eyes from across the library shelves before classes begun, and smiled in that uniquely electric way of his, and asked if Remus could put slime in a very specific locker, (Snape’s), for a very specific reason, (Because he kept following Lily around like a creep), on account to no one suspecting the new kid. And yeah— Remus was lost on him an embarrassing amount from then on.

Sure, it can be regarded as kinda pathetic on Remus’s end— kindling this nest of emotions so close to the chest— but also it’s not as if he’s been lovestruck by his crush, like it’s some sort of waterlogged scarf he’s got dragging him down. His attraction towards Sirius is like a soft melody that’s swelling in the backdrop of all their interactions, nothing overwhelming— not a flood plane, not yet at least. It’s warm, and it’s familiar, and it’s persistent like a flutter of a humming bird’s wings. And Remus doesn’t mind pining over someone as fantastical as Sirius Fucking Black.

Graciously, in some strike of incredible luck, Sirius never caught on to Remus’s silly feelings, not until that night when they were watching an old movie in Remus’s basement while James and Lily were celebrating an entire year together— save for all their sudden stops and just as speedy starts— and Peter was visiting his grandmother in Tampa Bay. It was the first time they had been alone together since Remus broke up with Caradoc for the final time, and Sirius just looked so fucking good in that casual, white v-neck and his skinny jeans that make him look like some echo of James Dean on his best day. And Remus isn’t sure who exactly moved forwards first, or how the fuck Meg Ryan wandering the Seattle streets was some sort of aphrodisiac, or why Sirius— who could have any guy he would ever want— was actually humoring him, but one second they’re lying down on the sofa— Remus caged between Sirius’s expanse and the cushions behind them— and the next he’s tasting PBR on Sirius’s lips, and has got a fist full of his dark hair, and is thrilling at the feeling of Sirius’s thigh between his legs. And yeah— it just happened like those sort of things are want to do, and by the end of it they were sticky and breathless and diffident in ways they never been around one another, in ways Remus reckons Sirius has never been around anyone.

But the next weekend, when Sirius’s latest sorta— but not really— boyfriend had canceled on their dinner plans, Sirius wandered over to Remus’s bedroom window and it was another tumbling of frenzied hands and loosen buckles and thrusting hips. And then it just became an easy release— a sort of poetry, an understanding in all but name.

And that’s fine. They don’t have to talk about it. Remus knows that Sirius isn’t the type to settle down with a partner, to go bowling for a date, or texting countless messages that amount to nothing at all at the end of the conversation, or putting up with another dude’s parents taking photos of them before leaving to prom or homecoming or whatever the fuck else. And Remus is sorta sick of the idea of love, of trying so hard only to end up heartbroken and eating a gallon of Chubby Bunny in his favorite sweats and cursing John Hughes for pretending Hollywood romances can happen to ordinary high schoolers.

So yeah— This thing they’ve fallen into with each other is good. They’re friends— best friends— and they have fun and they’re apparently really fucking good in bed together, and Sirius never looks at Remus with pity when he spots him gazing at his profile absentmindedly, and he doesn’t mind when Remus traces invisible designs against his skin when they’re soaking in the after glow, and he never treats him any different. Sirius still slings his arm around Remus’s shoulders when they walk down the halls, and he still buys him his favorite chocolates when he feels poorly, and he still faces Dorcas's disapproving wrath when he drags Remus out of the library to have a little mischief— whether it’s smoking a blunt in the abandoned skatepark in town or playing some stupid prank on those assholes in their year.

For all intent and purposes, they still behave the same they’ve always acted around one another, but just with the miraculous addition of mind-blowing and dulcetly ductile sex.

This is good, this is fun, this is completely untethered from the bull shit of romance.

And if Remus mouths against the juncture of Sirius’s neck a little too intensely— trying to pry off the memory of the hickey Sirius had been sporting after spending the weekend with Gideon Prewett— Well no one has to be any the wiser, and by the sound of Sirius’s hitched breaths, he seems not to mind even slightly.

“Except my apology?” Remus asks, more coy than he ordinarily acts as he drops his arms around Sirius’s neck, and leans on the balls of his feet to whisper against his temple.

“Oh, you’re such a bastard,” Sirius retorts, labored as all get out, kneading his fingers into Remus’s ass that’s only covered by the thin layer of his plaid pajama bottoms. “You are going to have to do a lot more for me to forgive the lip.”

Remus laughs in a stammering sort of way as Sirius tugs him along, walking backwards to his room that he’s become incredibly intimate with since the first time they did this three months ago.

“Sirius, the spring rolls— they’re gross if we have to heat them up again.”

“I’ll postmate us knew ones,” Sirius insists, covering Remus’s mouth with his own with fervor. “C’mon babe, do not tease me like this.”

Sirius must’ve caught his mistake, because he suddenly goes as red as Remus feels— The pet name was to close for comfort considering their strictly friends with benefits nature, but Remus is already half hard, and he really does not want to end this, so with a sly wink, he returns to nipping at Sirius’s jawline, rutting against him in a very unambiguous way. “Fine, if you really don’t think you’ll need the nourishment for your stamina?”

The words have their intended effect, and Sirius makes a small growl deep in his throat before practically tearing off Remus’s shirt, and dipping beneath the waistline of his pants, scooping him up and racing to the bed.

And they get lost in one another beneath the pale glow of Remus’s lamplight and the moon spilling through the window, relearning each others every patch of skin for minutes on end that wax and wane like the delta of ocean waves, unspooling into something tangible and tantalizing with every kiss punctuated with teeth that Sirius trails across Remus’s collarbone, and the way Remus palms greedy hands up and down Sirius’s back until he gets the hint and undresses.

“Well come on, you’re not an invalid, Lupin.” Sirius jeers and Remus chuckles as he follows suit until they’re both finally, blessedly nude. And with an easy assurance of them having done this more than a dozen times now, Remus crawls into his lap and kisses him straight on the mouth, preening how Sirius moans against him— canting up wantonly and grabbing at his hips with a sort of intensity that will probably leave bruises in the shape of the pads of his fingers, and Remus absolutely adores the idea of that, feels something hot and needy and desperate unfurl in his gut as he presses their mouths more forcefully together, going buzzed when he gets to relish in the sensation of their tongues running against one another, and the taste of the ridges on the roof of Sirius’s mouth, and the slide of the soft skin of his inner cheek— gasping when Sirius pulls away abruptly, panting an almost reverent, “Mother of God, Remus,” and tackles him flat on his back before they commence, with the addition of both their hard, leaking cocks thrusting against one another and Sirius’s hand in Remus’s hair pulling that bit more forcefully while his other one roams the dips and planes of his side— skirting against the divots of his stomach muscle before he wraps it around the pair of them and begins to pull in earnest, to the rhythm that Remus swears was strung from the heavens above.

“Oh— Oh, yeah— Sirius,” Remus breathes out in a haggard sort of way, words that he refuses to ever call a mewl even if they’re stretched out and crackle with emotion.

“Yes—, just say that again,” Sirius practically demands, his mouth completely covering his ear in a wet, hot heat— his teeth scraping against the soft shell. “Remus, baby, just say my name, tell me you want it.”

And God, Remus is feeling so heady— like he’s floating and he couldn’t possibly come back down— that he probably would’ve listened to anything Sirius asked of him, especially if he does that thing again, when he squeezes the slick length of them with a tad more force than they usually play at. “Sirius, Sirius. Sirius, please, I’m close,” Remus shrills in an unsteady staccato— his normally smooth tenner going pitchy and pleading, and he can feel his toes curling, can feel the eminent release coming— What he does not expect is to feel something poking at his entrance, didn’t expect to be struck dumb by the sensation of the tip of Sirius’s large, dry finger poking right there, right against the fluttering hole, while he’s still pumping them in tandem, and the second it hooks inside Remus goes a startling sort of static , sees blasts of white blotching his vision and his head thrown back and his dick spirting out heavily against Sirius’s deliciously defined torso.

And he’s just breathing heavily now, during the come down, can barely make out anything through the heavy weight around him, the one cushioning his head— but he does graciously feel Sirius’s cock fucking into his own hand against Remus’s thigh and then idly the feeling of his come splattering him, but then after that he can just barely hear the distant padding of feed against floorboards, followed by a wet washcloth being dabbed against his skin. So when he finally forces himself to focus, he sees Sirius cleaning himself off, wrapping it into the pair of joggers Remus was wearing earlier and tosses it to the corner of the room.

“Rude,” he scolds with no heat, shuffling closer to him when Sirius lies down besides him once more and circles an arm around his torso.

“THat’s what you get when you’re acting like a lazy fuck,” Sirius counters, smug as all get out while he threads a hand in Remus’s hair.

“Hmm, didn’t see that in the papers recently. Is it a new law?”

“Yeah, actually just past on the senate floor.”

“Interesting… Well considering that only one of us has a senator for a father, I really have to ask to see the power-point you shared with him to get this bill through the stalemate,” Remus’s head bounces against Sirius’s chest from the force of his laughter at the barb.

“Oh, stuff it, Lupin.”

Hiding his smile into Sirius’s skin, Remus does as told, and they both just lie there, as if everything’s gone suspended just for the pair of them, just so Remus can count out the beats of Sirius’s heart pulsing against his sternum, and can feel the way their legs tie into one another, and can feel Sirius mouthing against his temple, blowing his curls with every exhale.

And Remus thinks that he’d do anything to remember this exact moment for every single day from here on out.

But then the quiet is abruptly and permanently punctured by the sound of his phone chirping, and he has to breathe in deeply before separating from the warmth of Sirius, and fishes down for the device that’s still crammed into the side of his bed from where he had hidden it after that initial text.

“Is Dearborn still on your ass to try again?” Sirius asks, a bit stilted.

Remus wonders if he’s just imagining the tension twisted in the question, but reasons that Sirius’s never been Caradoc’s biggest fan, so he just shrugs it off— really doesn’t want to get into some stupid argument about his asshole of an ex when he’s still feeling so content. “Nah, ’s James. Still trying to force me to go to the homecoming dance with you guys.”

“Oh,” Sirius retorts, lips pinched while watching Remus redress. “You should go, Marls is pregaming and you know she always gets the good shit.”

Remus shakes his head while puttering over to find a new pair of sweats and a sweater. “Nah, just not feeling it this year— Erm, you’re taking Gid I assume.” He’s not sure why he asks it, supposes he’s always a glutton for some pain and shitty feelings to inspire his playlists habit, but also maybe it’s him trying to sober himself. Trying to remember that despite this— despite everything they just did and how easy it’s always been for them to fall into step with one another— Remus isn’t good enough to be seen with Sirius in the light of day. He’s probably not handsome enough or cool enough or something else that makes Sirius absolutely revolted from the thought. Probably that he’s beyond bookish, and looks painfully virginal and isn’t nearly as sly or snarky as his other conquests.

Truly, Remus should just be thankful that Sirius wants this at all, he shouldn’t be so crazed over the why nots of the situation— it’ll only kill him trying to be something he never could actually affect with any credence.

Schooling his features to something passably indifferent, Remus pivots to face him again, is startled when he finds Sirius still naked and staring at him with a burning sort of intensity in his storm cloud eyes.

“He hasn’t said anything, but I guess he’s assuming as much,” he finally says, running a hand through his overgrown fringe, that familiar twitch of the corner of his mouth grabbing Remus’s attention. The one that tells him Sirius is actually irritated about something he’s not letting himself say out loud.

“Erm, good? Gid’s a decent guy.” Remus mutters, head ducked once it gets to a point that he can’t stand Sirius looking at him like that— Not after how blissed out and ferocious he had been groping every inch of Remus only moments ago. “You guys are nice together.”

And it’s like the breath before the worst of storms when his words collapse between them, making the pregnant silence go suddenly suffocating.

“Right,” Sirius intones once Remus levels their gazes, hurriedly standing and collecting his own clothes, fracturing the moment completely. “Right. Whatever, yeah. I’ll go to the fucking dance with fucking Gideon Prewett. That’s good.”

“Sir—“

“No, it’s fine. You can just stay home, and mourn over that douchebag Dearborn some more, even though you ending it with that dick was the best decision you could’ve made, Remus, and I’m not even saying it just because I’m petty. He is a prick, and you need to finally get a clue how much better you deserve, damn it!”

Remus’s head feels like it’s swimming. Why is Sirius so angry all of a sudden? Does he not like Gideon? Why can’t he just cut it off like so many times before? And why the hell is he petty over Caradoc? The entire situation feels like someone’s just handed him a wedge of Swiss cheese and told him to knit it back together.

“What is up your ass?” He decides is an appropriate enough question for his floundering, and shutters back only slightly at how fuming Sirius looks when he rounds on him— clothes disheveled and fearsome glower heavy on his face.

“Whatever Remus, if you can’t see that Dearborn is bad news—“

“I’m not pining for Dearborn,” Remus interjects, really doesn’t feel like listening to one of Sirius’s ridiculous diatribes about him, not now. Not when he’s still so bewildered by everything else. “Why would you think that?”

The fire in Sirius’s eyes vanishes as quickly as someone blowing on a candle, and it’s his turn to gawk, gaping at Remus, shoulders dragged down and eyes wide. “Wait— You’re not?”

“No…. I haven’t even thought about him for weeks.”

“Oh.” Sirius looks contemplative for a moment, before the righteous anger that only he could ever wear with such conviction, melts over him once more. “All right, then what the fuck is this?”

Remus stiffens, feels his veins lace with ice, an his breath catch somewhere in his throat, really does not think he’s ready for this conversation. “This?”

“Yes, Remus, this!” Sirius demands, sounding harsh in comparison to the barely croak Remus had spoken with. “Listen I don’t care if you want me to wait some more, if you need to lick your wounds or whatever. But why are you like pushing me on other people? Why do you want me not to be around? why do you want me to go out with other dudes?”

Remus lies back on the chest of drawers now, feels beyond dazed. “What the hell are you talking about, Sirius?”

Sirius clenches his teeth right then, the hinge of his jaw going taught

before he skulks closer, not letting Remus drop his gaze. “Is it me? Is it that you just can’t see me that way? Are you just stringing me along or something? Because I really didn’t think that was your style, but if it’s that, then Remus—“

“Stringing you along?” Remus asks in a voice barely above a whisper, just needs to feel his lips forming the absolutely risible words, even if it makes it so something dark passes across Sirius’s beauteous features.

“Remus, I swear to God! Stop repeating everything I’m fucking saying!”

“Then start making some damn sense!” Remus snaps, suddenly heated as he straightens and pins him with a proper scowl. “What in holy hell are you going on about?”

“God! Do I have to spell it out!” Sirius barks, cutting the final step dividing them and grabbing for Remus’s shoulders with a tight squeeze. “I know you just wanted to fuck around with someone after Dearborn showed his extreme dickitude, and listen, I was so fucking ecstatic that you wanted me for it. But I can’t do this in-between shit anymore! I’m sorry, but I can’t! And I get if this is annoying, but I’ve been crazy for you for so long. And I just can’t keep myself at an arms length anymore, not now that we’ve really had each other, not after you let me actually touch and taste and fuck you and— Damn it, this isn’t coming out the way I wanted, all right! Damn it, maybe Evans was right and I should’ve made queue cards like some dumb ass— But then James pointed out how unromantic that was, and Marlene said—“

Gently, Remus puts his shaking fingers against Sirius’s lips, effectively killing off anything else he’s about to say. And slowly, everything is beginning to slot into place, and he’s so spiteful over how they’ve been such idiots this entire time— swears to put salt into Lily’s coffee next time he sees her.

“I didn’t know you actually were into me Sirius.”

Stunned, Sirius’s dark brows hike up to his hairline. “How the hell didn’t you know?” He demands against Remus’s fingers, thunderous and insulted looking.

“Because you never fucking said as much!” Remus defends himself, feels a mangled sort of laughter squirming out. “God, we’re idiots.”

“We’re?” Sirius asks, hesitant and red faced before Remus moves his hand to peck softly against his mouth.

“I’ve been half in love with you for years you absolute ass-wipe, it’s always been you! You and always you.” Remus tells him breathily, still fighting down the last remnants of his actual, god forsaken giggle— like he’s thirteen again and getting buzzed off his mom’s peach wine coolers. “I only never said anything because I never thought I’d have a chance with someone like you— Someone so— so— Someone so amazing.”

The smile Sirius favors him with right then is something absolutely incandescent, and his eyes shimmer with a very distinct sort of joy that Remus wonders if anyone besides him has ever witnessed. “Then you’re definitely the biggest idiot between us, Lupin.” Sirius declares, knocking their foreheads together, and lacing his hand into Remus’s own before squeezing meaningfully.

“Fuck off,” Remus snorts, presses forwards for another languorous kiss, not feeling in danger of being swallowed whole any more— finally letting himself drown and knowing that Sirius will be there to pull him back up no matter what.

“Oh, I could get used to this,” Sirius smirks, snakes his arms around Remus’s waste that bit tighter.

“Hmm, there is the problem that I usually don’t put out until at least the third or fourth date,” Remus says mildly.

“Pff, ‘s fine, Lupin,” Sirius insists, grinning beatifically. “I like you being a hussy for me!— Oof, careful with the merchandize, you were speaking some real exaltations about that part of my anatomy not too long ago.”

Moving his knee from the point at hand, Remus sticks out his tongue at him. “See if you ever get any ever again, Sirius Black.”

When Sirius laughs, it sounds like the strike of lightening against unmarked land, and the honey cloaked side of a knife’s edge, and like everything splendid Remus has ever known. And he thinks that yes, he could get used to this right back.

#WOLFSTAR #REMUS LUPIN #SIRIUS BLACK #REMUSXSIRIUS #SIRIUSXREMUS #WOLFSTAR FLUFF #Spilt Ink

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shysneeze · 4 years

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good enough (draco malfoy x fem!reader)

Good Enough

Draco Malfoy x fem!Slytherin!Reader

*based loosley on the song ‘line without a hook’ by ricky montgomery*

Request: can I ask for Draco x reader where the reader is sassy, but also kind Slytherin (like one of the kind Slytherin)?? And Draco has a huge crush on her? Super fluffy? ~ @lennylangdraws

Warnings: low self-esteem, angst, smidge of house stereotyping, i don’t know the meaning of fluff im so sorry

Authors note: you asked for fluff and I have no excuses for how this turned out except this song has been stuck in my head for weeks now. I hope you like it anyway despite the angst... i tried to make it fluffy make up at the end?

Also, I’m not saying this is a prequel to vulnerable love, but it kinda fits... pretty sure it makes vulnerable love hurt more though.)

Draco wasn’t sure it was possible to want back what he’s never had.

He never knew being stuck in the awkward phase of being an ‘almost couple’ is something he could miss, that he’d ever long to feel the heat that would creep up his cheeks when their eyes met, to feel the nauseating butterflies flap in his stomach when she smiled at him or the jolt of nervous energy that would rip through him whenever their fingers accidentally grazed each other’s under tables or in corridors.

Yet now that those little things are beyond his grasp, he’s desperate for them again, desperate for her. It might be easier to miss her if she were gone, rather than just sitting at the other end of the Slytherin table, or across the room during classes, it would be easier not to see her, the constant reminder of what he’s allowed him self to ruin.

They weren’t supposed to get along, every conflicting personality trait dooming them to a life as enemies. Everyone knows her, the ‘nice’ Slytherin. It’s a title given to her by her classmates, the too-cocky Gryffindors who can’t see past Slytherin’s bad reputation as bullies and snobs, a bad-reputation fuelled by Draco Malfoy himself.

No one could have expected them to end up the way they did, dates in Hogsmeade or hushed conversations by the common room fire in the early hours of the morning and afternoons spent by the lake. No one could have expected them to get along so well.

Draco knows that everyone has expected this though, for them to fall apart before they’ve even had the chance to begin. It’s what they’ve expected of him all along after all, to break her heart.

He’s pretty sure he hasn’t got the right to be looking for her like this, seeking her out desperately to get her back, once again deluded into believing he ever had her in the first place. He’s the one who called it off in a moment of certainty that it was the right thing to do, a selfless act. And so it’s wrong for him to be here right now, back in their secret spot.

She’s exactly where he assumed she would be, curled beneath the tree she was always affectionately calling theirs. His entire body tenses painfully at the sight of her, face hidden in her palms and body shaking, not from the cold, but from the trembling of barely silenced sobs.

He wonders if it’s his racing heart that she can hear that alerts her to his presence and has her looking up from her hands, teary eyes meeting his in surprise. Then, she pulls her brows into a well-justified scowl and a lump forms in Draco’s throat that he can’t seem to swallow.

“What are you doing here?”

An incredibly valid question for which Draco can only provide selfish answers. It seems silly to tell her that he’s hear to win her back, and futile given her growing anger. Yet he won’t be able to live with himself if he doesn’t, miserable without her.

“I miss you.” He gulps honestly. “Truthfully, I’ve been a mess without you.”

“Merlin, Draco.” She gasps out a laugh of disbelief. “Maybe you should have thought of that before you started ignoring me. Frankly, that isn’t really my issue.”

“I know.” He sighs apologetically. “I know, I didn’t mean-“

“Just get it over with, Draco.” She rolls her eyes. “Say your piece and leave me alone.”

He nods, taking hesitant steps forward towards her, the frost coated grass crunching under foot. She avoids his eyes as he takes a seat beside her, staring determinedly at her lap and making a conscious attempt to hide the quickly accumulating tears.

“Aren’t you cold?”

She lets out a loud exasperated sigh and refuses him an answer. He agrees with the sentiment of it, regretted the stupidity of it the minute it left his lips. Still, he leans forward to pull the Slytherin scarf from his neck and twists himself to allow him to wrap it loosely around hers, fussing with it until he’s reassured that she’ll be warmer for it.

“You looked cold.”

“Tis’ the season.” She mumbles sarcastically.

Her sarcasm is another thing he’s missed from her, and it draws a momentary smile to his face. Then, the moment is over, and his eyes have fixed on the tear stains painting her cheeks, proof of his own fatal mistake.

“I’m so sorry, (Y/N).”

She scoffs.

“Two weeks overdue.”

“I know.” He agrees sheepishly. “I know, (Y/N).”

“Then why are you only here now?” She questions. “Why did you do it in the first place? You can’t just act like you have feelings for someone then disappear and ignore them for weeks!”

Her voice wobbles and cracks at the end, much to her own dismay, and each breath she takes is jagged in the way one’s always is when trying to conceal tears. He watches her press the balls of her palm to her eyes in frustration, letting out a small whimper that has every inch of him aching with remorse.

Part of him, a self-preserving part, tells him to lie. It’s a side of himself he’s grown to hate recently, the side that pushed him into this mess in the first place, and so he knows better than to bargain with it again. So, with a deep breath, he chooses to tell the truth, he chooses to be vulnerable.

“I’m not good enough.”

Although exhaled in a whisper the revelation is startlingly loud. Perhaps its due to the serene quiet always felt on crisp cold days like today, where the sun hangs low in the sky and the lake lies unimaginably still, or perhaps it’s the raw honestly in the statement that makes it seem so alarmingly bold.

She blinks at him, lips parting in surprise and brows furrowing in confusion or concern, Draco isn’t sure. He can hear his pulse in his ears, a slight trembling in his hands that he knows has nothing to do with the chilly breeze. He’s done something profound, terrifying even, and opened that vulnerably part of himself to someone, with no control over what happens to it next.

“What?” She manages.

“Everyone knows it, (Y/N).” He explains nervously. “I’m a terrible match for you.”

“Who the hell is everyone” She frowns. “Since when did they matter?”

There is a certain protective edge to her voice that he doesn’t deserve, but it replays itself in his head over and over, clinging to it for hope. It takes him a moment to let it go again, to push it down and answer.

“They’re right.” He sighs. “You’re too good a person for me, I’m too Slytherin.”

The concern instantly leaves her eyes, she sits forward with an urgent look of disbelief and another of her signature scoffs. She’s giving him an inspective look, trying to figure out if he’s serious, or if he’s suddenly picked up a new, strange sense of humour.

“You’re kidding, right?”

He isn’t quite sure what to say and his silence fuels another disbelieving shake of her head.

“I am a Slytherin, Draco.” She exclaims. “No matter what those big-headed Gryffindors are always saying, I was sorted into Slytherin and I’m proud of it- you’re supposed to be proud too, not agreeing with those stupid stereotypes.”

“It’s different.” He exhales in frustration. “I am those stupid stereotypes!”

Draco Malfoy has never been considered modest.

Self-confidence isn’t a trait earned in the Malfoy family clan, but rather inherited between generations, a birth right bestowed upon them the minute they are old enough to understand. It’s a confidence Draco has always been comfortably protected by, unwaveringly sure of his own self-importance gifted to him by his ancestors

Yet something about the infamously kind (Y/N) (Y/L/N) has him constantly falling apart at the seams with the need to be good enough for her. He’s never met anyone like her, no one so capable of making him question the unwarranted self-importance he was raised on as a Malfoy.

Even now, wrapped unceremoniously in his scarf, late falling orange leaves lying in her hair and her cheeks stained with tears, he’s never felt so undeserving of a person in his life. She’s a lady, and he’s just a boy, he’s heartbreakingly inadequate.

“I just want to be someone you can be proud to call yours.”

With his eyes solemnly fixed on his lap, anywhere other than her reaction, he jumps slightly at her cold fingertips on his hand, prying them from the tightly curled fists he has no recollection of clenching and slipping her fingers into his.

“Draco, look at me.” She pleads softly. “Please.”

He does so slowly with her encouraging squeeze of his hand, she’s smiling at him, sympathetic, but unpatronizing.

“I am proud.” She states softly, but confidently. “I don’t want some perfect golden boy, I want you, Draco.”

Three words he never knew he needed from her, ‘I want you’, and they fill a space in his chest that was gaping for reassurance. She’s amazed him again as she always does, she has a talent for making him speechless than no one else has ever mastered.

“You’re so harsh on yourself you haven’t even realised how much you’ve grown, Draco.” She informs. “You’re not the bully you used to be, you’re not the carbon copy of your father anymore, and I’m sorry that no one has allowed you to move on from your past to see your present.”

She smiles sheepishly at his dumfounded expression and gives him the moment he needs to collect his thoughts and process it all. Then, slowly, he’s shaking his head in surprise, letting out a soft sigh.

“You’re too good to me.”

“Don’t make me repeat myself.” She jokes. “I think I straightened that misconception out already.”

“No but- you’re just so…”

The heat burning his cheeks is worse than ever before, he feels almost overwhelmed by it all, her compliments, her smile, that genuine look in her eyes that convinces him she’s unwaveringly sure of every word she’s said.

“Thank you.” He blurts finally. “Especially after I- well I ruined it all.”

“Yeah, I won’t lie, you really fucked up.” She admits. “But you’ve made an honest recovery…”

“Thank you for giving me a second chance.” He exhales gratefully. “You didn’t need to do that.”

“I was going to tell you to piss off after the ‘are you cold’ bit to be honest.” She chuckles. “Stayed because you gave me your scarf- which I’m stealing by the way.”

“Take it.” He urges, a smile finding his lips for what he’s sure is the first time in two weeks, since his misguided decision to end their almost-relationship. “Take whatever you want from me, it’s yours.”

She lets out a shaky breath and gulps. She purposely drops her gaze momentarily to his lips before retuning them to his eyes again, a gesture that has his eyes widening and the tips of his ears turning scarlet. Slipping her fingers from between his, she tentatively cups one of his cheeks, fingertips grazing the red colour blossoming on his pale skin.

“Can I kiss you?”

“I-“ He chokes. “Yes.”

She smiles nervously, reassuring him that he’s not the only one flustered. Then, curling her free hand around the lapel of his jacket, she pulls him closer with eyes shut. Their lips are cold when they meet, and slightly chapped by the cool air, but neither care. Draco places a hand on her waist, pulling her somehow closer as their lips begin to move hesitantly together. She lets out a soft content sigh, sending a breath of warm air into the kiss and causing him to positively melt inside. She’s done it again, completely incapacitated him with such a simple thing as a kiss.

“You’re going to be the death of me.” He exhales.

She lets out a giddy laugh as she pulls back, forehead still pressed to his and eyes still shut.

“There are worst ways to go than my lips.”

He knows, he’s very quickly decided that’s the only way he ever wants to go. She presses her lips to his again for a split second before pulling back completely, he aches for the feeling again, greedy for it now that he’s felt it once.

“Next time, talk to me.” She pleads. “If you ever feel like you’re not good enough, I’ll be there to convince you otherwise, but don’t just disappear.”

“I won’t.” He assures. “I never meant to hurt you.”

“I know that, Draco.” She smiles sadly. “I just want you to know that you can talk to me.”

“I do.”

The hard part, that initial step, is over. He’s leapt into the unknown, flung himself into the terrifying depths of vulnerability, and there is no going back, but he never wants to, he never wants to leave her again.

“Also if I ever hear you speaking shit about our house again I swear to-“

She’s cut off by his lips once again on hers, startled only for a minute before she’s grinning, grateful to see his confidence returning. She can feel his own grin on her lips and the vibrations of a light laugh before he’s pulling back again.

“Consider me warned.”

“Good.” She exhales. “Or I’ll be confiscating your tie next.”

(Authors note: its not my favourite but if i rewrote it one my time i was flinging my laptop out my window... its not particularly proofread.)

#draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy imagine #draco x reader #draco malfoy fan fic #draco imagine #draco malfoy angst

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ticklygiggles · 3 years

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Pranks for Lucifer | The Fantastic Three

Collab with @otomiya-tickles

A/N: Huhu, we're at it again! It had been a hot minute since my sweet Ginny girl and I wrote something together, and of course we had to write something with our current obsession: Obey Me!

Summary: The Anti-Lucifer Squad is plotting again like always, and Lucifer complains about it to Diavolo and Barbatos. Minor mistake! Looks like his borthers and that human aren't the only ones he should be careful of!

Words: 2,493

"What kind of plan?" Barbatos asked curiously, munching on one of his favorite Madam Scream's Macarons, looking as carefree as he could be, even as he was sitting right beside his Master.

Lucifer narrowed his eyes, not at Barbatos, but in general. He had been dealing with a particular trio all week and just told his two companions the gist of it.

"Now, you're probably overthinking, Lucifer!" Diavolo reasoned, his calm demeanor almost making Lucifer angry.

Of course he was not overthinking. He knew his brothers better than anyone, especially Belphie and Satan. They were always up to something, trying to embarrass and piss off Lucifer, and now they had found an ally and who knows what kind of pranks they pull in the Human World?

"I'm telling you," Lucifer said with a sigh, seeing how Barbatos reached out for another Macaron. "They're up to something. The human has been… extremely touchy these past few days,” he explained, recalling all the times he felt the human's hands on him only yesterday. "Faking they almost fell and landing on me, holding onto my sides and squeezing unnecessarily hard."

"Why do you say 'faking'?" Diavolo inquired, tilting his head to the side. "Humans are silly creatures and not as gracious. They tend to fall a lot, don't they?"

Barbatos chuckled behind a gloved hand and Lucifer looked at him cautiously, "Young Master, humans do tend to fall all the time, but is it not a little weird that Satan and Belphie seem to be there every single time it happens?"

"How do you know?" Lucifer asked, frowning a little.

Barbatos looked at him with a sided grin, "I have been watching too, Lucifer," he said and Lucifer couldn't stop the sudden warmth assaulting his cheeks, he cleared his throat.

"What? Why is Lucifer blushing?" Diavolo asked excitedly, pointing at Lucifer’s cheeks, which he tried to cover up with haste.

“Am not,” he said, but Barbatos already replied, “Hehe. Why My Lord, I think Lucifer is only telling us half of the story.” Lucifer turned his head rapidly, looking at Barbatos in surprise.

“What do you mean?” he asked, noticing the rather teasy look on Barbatos’ face.

“You act like you don’t know. But don’t go tell us something without finishing the story,” Barbatos continued, and Diavolo looked from one to the other, chirping happily “what what?”.

“There is nothing more I need to tell you except that they have been acting strange. Suspicious brothers, touchy human, end of the story,” Lucifer argued calmly, but his heart was racing. When he welcomed Barbatos and Diavolo into his private office and they spotted the scheming trio hopping around Lucifer’s door before bolting off, he thought he could explain briefly how they had been acting funny all this time.

Obviously he knew all their tricks and plans, and among them was one particular thing they were plotting: they were trying to tickle him, but was that really a detail he should mention? Ah, he shouldn’t have underestimated Barbatos. He tried to shrug it off and took his teacup for a few hasty sips, burning his lips slightly.

“Hmm,” Barbatos hummed, looking not so impressed.

“He is all flustered,” Diavolo observed aloud, still sounding slightly confused, but intrigued.

“Am not,” Lucifer sighed again.

"He does," Barbatos mumbled with a smirk as he reached for yet another macaron. "Can My Lord guess what Lucifer's brothers and that funny human are trying to do?"

"Don't," Lucifer warned, looking at Barbatos with nasty eyes and then at Diavolo. "There's nothing to guess, I was just letting you know since they were acting suspiciously when you-

"Are they trying to tickle him?" Lucifer widened his eyes slightly and he cursed when he felt the warmth over his cheeks creeping to his ears.

Barbatos covered his mouth as he let out a charming laugh. "My Lord really is quick," he said, clearing his throat. "Indeed, Lucifer didn't want to admit they're trying to tickle him. I think it's a fun prank," he teased, raising an eyebrow toward Lucifer and grinning wildly.

Lucifer growled just as Diavolo laughed brightly. "It is a good prank. I wonder if they'd found out where Lucifer is the most ticklish?"

"Shall we ask them?"

"Don't you dare," Lucifer said, feeling his stomach doing a little awkward flutter, his heart racing. "Look, I just thought briefly that they were trying to do so-

"To do what?" Diavolo asked with a grin just as wild as Barbatos'.

Lucifer stared at him. Of course he was going to force him to say it, he swallowed and settled into the couch, trying to look calm. "To tickle me, but of course they wouldn't dare to try something so childish."

The happy smirks at the sound of the word they were waiting for really made Lucifer feel uncomfortable, and he unconsciously tensed up completely, keeping the teacup in his lap as if it could offer some protection.

“No, perhaps they would not,” Barbatos said calmly. Lucifer’s heart was pounding against his chest. As much as he felt himself driven into a corner by these two, he refused to make the first move. The silence between Barbatos’ and Diavolo’s words seemed to take ages too, making the anticipation only grow.

“But we do. Don’t we Barbatos?” Diavolo said gleefully, confirming Lucifer’s fears.

“Yes, we do. I think Lucifer should drink his tea first,” Barbatos said. Lucifer really tried not to show how flustered he was getting here. They were just calmly plotting to tickle him now after all this, right in his face?

“Please do not lower yourselves to my brothers’ level,” he tried to argue, clenching the cup carrying the hot liquid in his hand. They were going to tickle him, they definitely were. He had to get out of this.

Diavolo chuckled, shaking his head softly. "When you know where Lucifer is ticklish, there's no such thing as lowering levels," he said calmly and Lucifer noticed how Diavolo's eyes were intently looking at his cup of tea, waiting for Lucifer to drink the whole thing.

This tea was the only thing protecting him from an inevitable attack, so he clung to his cup, not caring if the liquid grew cold.

From the corner of his eyes, he saw Barbatos moving forward and Lucifer couldn't help but flinch backward with a soft gasp. Barbatos and Diavolo laughed softly.

"What is wrong, Lucifer?" Barbatos asked, grabbing a third macaron. "Are you a bit jumpy now?"

Lucifer wanted to disappear. "Why are you doing this?" He nearly whined, eyeing his companions and then the door of his room. "I'll kick you both out of here if you do anything funny," he warned.

"Now, Lucifer. Why are you being so mean? We just want to have some fun!" Diavolo said, overly excited. "And since you already finished your tea, I'm sure you want to have fun too, right?"

"My-!" Lucifer looked down and he widened his eyes. His cup was empty! Not even a single drop of tea inside. "What- how did you- No." It was no use though. Diavolo gently placed a hand on Lucifer’s leg while Barbatos leaned forward and easily and gracefully snatched the empty cup from his hands. Lucifer grabbed after it as if it would do him anything good, but Diavolo’s hand moved from his knee to his arm while Barbatos put the cup on the table.

“Shall we start?” he asked eagerly. Barbatos chuckled. “Please do not ask me, My Lord. It is your call.” Oh, that it was. Diavolo dove after Lucifer like a happy child, instantly grabbing ahold of his torso with wiggling and digging fingers. Lucifer gasped, but on his other side appeared Barbatos.

“S-stop, you two t-this isn’t.. H-hey!” he gasped, managing to hide his laughter so far, but still, they were going too far! Barbatos placed a hand gently on his knee and squeezed, firm enough to make Lucifer jolt a little.

“Sensitive as ever,” he said, and it sounded like a compliment, but Barbatos was smirking and ahhh Lucifer really wanted to squirm out of here, but he only felt Diavolo hold onto him tighter.

“Hey hey where do you think you’re going?” he teased, his fingers on his torso spreading out and digging in more firmly. Lucifer gasped again, fighting back any sort of laugh or giggle that threatened to come out.

“You’re aha- you’re beheing like Belphie and Sata-ahh!” Lucifer felt his ability to resist slip away more and more.

“Yes, your brothers! I understand this is what they wanted to see,” Diavolo replied, his fingers attacking Lucifer’s sides with frantic enthusiasm. When this didn’t give him the reaction he desired, the rapidly wiggling digits moved up higher and prodded against Lucifer’s lower ribs.

Diavolo's fingers rubbed the right spot over Lucifer's lower ribs, the sensation making him spasm heavily before soft, embarrassing giggles started to pour out of his mouth.

"Oh, well done, Young Master," Barbatos said and Lucifer tried to compose himself, but he was giggling already and he knew he couldn't stop now. The dam was broken.

"S-Stohohop im-immehehehediately!" Lucifer giggled, closing his eyes and feeling his cheeks burning as he got a hold of Diavolo's wrists. "I s-swehehear I wo-ahahaha!"

Lucifer kicked his legs as he felt Barbatos' hand creeping up his thighs from his knee, squeezing at the flesh near his inner thighs.

His giggling surely turned a bit more frantic and Barbatos chuckled. "Do not forget, My Lord, that Lucifer has an extremely ticklish lower body."

Lucifer growled and he felt embarrassed, exposed, humiliated by the fact that Barbatos knew this information about him. He hated how observant he wa-

"What? Right here?" Diavolo asked and Lucifer threw his head back with loud laughter as Diavolo's fingers suddenly vibrated against his lower belly. He bucked forward in an instant reflex, dropping against Diavolo who carefully steadied him with a hand on his shoulder while his fingers continued to knead the taut flesh of his lower belly.

“Diahah-a-Ahh Bahaharbatos nohoho!” Lucifer whined shamefully as he squirmed against Diavolo and Barbatos picked up his leg so he could squeeze all around his knee, including the back of it. Lucifer simply lay squeezed in between them, writhing and giggling uncontrollably. He felt his ticklishly assaulted stomach flutter even more from the inside when he heard the two men chuckle charmingly.

“I have not seen Lucifer enjoy himself this much in a while,” Diavolo said fondly. His hand that held Lucifer’s shoulder moved down and playfully squeezed Lucifer’s lower side, making him arch back again, gasping loudly.

“Eehehehehe y-you two are so- aahaha!”

Barbatos chuckled, "What, so you are not denying it, Lucifer? Are you enjoying yourself?"

Wanting to sound intimidating, Lucifer growled, but uncontrollable giggles filtered in as Barbatos moved his nimble fingers from Lucifer's knee, squeezing their way up to his inner thigh.

"Cuhuhuhurses! Stahahahap!" Lucifer threw his head back against Diavolo's shoulder, quickly turning it to the side to avoid that ridiculous gentle look he always gave him when Lucifer laughed so carefreely like this.

"He is still not denying it," Diavolo teased, clawing at Lucifer's lower stomach with one hand and tickling his lower side with the other, his thumb gently pressing against a pressure point on Lucifer's side that positively made him cackle and arch his back.

This was so humiliating! He couldn't stop his laughter and they kept finding and abusing sensitive spots that made him jerk and shriek and the worst part that he was not… totally hating this.

“Ahahah! Nohoho - ughheheehhe…” From wording various protests, Lucifer felt himself slowly calm down until he was merely squirming against Diavolo and giggling and laughing breathlessly. Once in a while he would mutter a soft “S-stohohop!” but strangely he kind of found acceptance in the fact that these two were going to tickle him until they were pleased.

By the time they were, Lucifer was breathing heavily, still chuckling and giggling a little. “A-are you done?” he asked, wheezing tiredly. The two men chuckled as well.

“Yes, Lucifer. We are done,” Barbatos said, finally sitting back and going back to enjoying the macaroons.

“That was fun! It was fun right, Lucifer?” Diavolo said, and Lucifer wasn’t quick enough to snap back, blushing slightly and his lips moving wordlessly.

“He is still not denying it. My guess is, he thinks so too,” Barbatos said, nodding with this satisfied look on his face. Lucifer tried to glare, but found himself failing to.

“You two are going to be the death of me,” he muttered, still short of breath, but he couldn’t fight the urge to smile again.

Lucifer shifted until he was resting against the back of his sofa instead of Diavolo's body, and as he cleared his throat, Barbatos gave him a refilled cup of tea. Lucifer mumbled a soft 'thank you' and his hands shook as he grabbed the cup.

Barbatos couldn't help but chuckle and Lucifer glared, a smirk pulling at his lips. "Are you sure you'll keep eating those?" He pointed at the macarons with a move of his chin. "You're going to get... soft," he teased and Barbatos raised an eyebrow.

"What? Soft like this?" He asked and Lucifer gasped when his cup disappeared from his hands before Barbatos' fingers clawed at his upper thigh. "Did you eat many macarons, Lucifer?"

"Ahahahare- are y-you cahahahalling me f-fahahat?!!" He squeaked, kicking his leg and pushing at Barbatos' hand.

The butler stopped and he basically swallowed a fifth macaron as Diavolo laughed at the scene, giving Lucifer his cup back.

"Ah, but it's a shame you don't want your brothers to see you laughing like that, Lucifer," Diavolo said, smiling brightly at Lucifer. "You look so beautiful laughing so carefree!"

Lucifer's cheeks flushed again and he let out a sigh, covering his eyes with one hand. "I told you to stop with the compliments, Diavolo."

"Doesn't Lucifer look absolutely beautiful when he laughs, Barbatos?"

Barbatos hummed, nodding his head as he drank a bit of tea. "Really beautiful, his brothers would probably be mesmerized… or scared?"

Lucifer snorted. "I don't wish my brothers to see me like this. They wouldn't let me live."

"Oh! So it's okay if we do it?" Diavolo asked and Lucifer swore he saw a tail wagging behind him.

He opened his mouth to say something back, but no words came out and instead, his cheeks turned red again.

"He didn't deny it," Diavolo said and Barbatos chuckled. "He did not, My Lord. Then, I guess that is a yes."

Lucifer cleared his throat, and closing his eyes, he drank more tea, trying to hide a smile behind his cup. "I don't know what you're talking about."

Yes. Only these two demons could ever have the chance to do something as humiliating as tickling him, after all, he also had a free pass to get a little revenge on them.

#Obey Me #Obey Me!#Lucifer #Diavolo #The fantastic Three #Obey me! Shall we date?#mia's things #mia's fics #collaboration #collab #ticklish!Lucifer

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tick-fic-nick · 4 years

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Braids, Family, and Tickles

word count: 1784

Summary: No one in the mighty nein knew that Caduceus was ticklish until Jester made a little discovery. He finds out that a peaceful day can take quite the chaotic turn.

characters: (Caduceus, Jester, Beau, Fjord)

Warnings: (Tickling)

Caduceus was sitting alone on the floor in his room with the door open, in the Xorehouse. He had been meditating for an hour, when he heard someone (not so sneakily) enter his room. He opened one eye to look to see who had come in, though he was sure he already knew. He saw Jester sitting down a few feet away from him with her sketch book and regular paints.

He fully opened his eyes now and gave a small chuckle, "hello Jester." He sound happy to see her.

Jester looked up to meet his gaze with surprised

"Oh my gosh, im sorry Caduceus I didn't mean to disturb you, I just wanted to draw you but it was hard to get a good angle out there."

His posture had relaxed and he pushed his hair away from his face. "Its alright, do you need me to pose? Or should I just do what I was doing?"

She put a finger to her chin, in a show of contemplation, "Well, what if you were in a really silly pose?" She jokingly suggested " Like you could be doing a handstand or make a really funny face?"

Her suggestions made his features curl up into a smile "Well I havent done a handstand in many years. I dont think i could do one even if I tried," he brushed the hair away from his face again, "i dont know if I can make a silly face."

"Do you want to try?"

"Sure." He takes a second to think about the face he'll make before his eyes go crossed, brown furrows, face scrunched up, and he just barely sticks his tounge out. He turns to Jester "is this, uh, is this silly?"

Now the face that he makes isn't to terribly funny, but the way he executed it just makes Jester laugh, "hahaha thats a really good silly face Caduceus! But you don't have to keep that up, I can draw you how you normally are."

He had his face go back to normal, and then moved his hair out of his face again "Thats good, my mother always said that if you kept making a face that it would get stuck that way"

"Caduceus is your hair bothering you?"

He moved his hair again

"Oh, well. Its just been like this today, theres nothing I can really do about it."

"Well, why don't I help braid your hair? I used to help my Mama do her hair before her performances, I wouldn't mind helping get it out of your face for you." She already started putting her sketchbook to the side along with her paints.

"I guess I wouldn't mind, if your offering."

Jester sat up on the bed and had caduceus sit on the ground in front of her. She took his long mohawk in one hand and started to think about how she should go about doing this. She finally started to make a French braid. Weaving his hair, she could tell he was leaning into her just a little bit. Which he was.

"I always love my Mama doing this for me, do you like it?"

"Yeah, I'd say I do. It actually feels a little tickly."

"Tickly?" She laughed "like ants tickly? Or like this?" And she used her tail to lightly go over one of his ears. He twitched his ear and snorted, batting her tail away. "Caduceus! Stay still, I almost lost a hold of your braid!" She teased.

"I cant sit still if you tickle my ear" he deadpanned. Though there was a slight tinge of red to his cheeks, but Jester couldn't see it.

"Okay, okay!" She grinned, and continued her work. After a few more minutes she finished the braid and tied it off with a band she hand around her wrist. Hopping off the bed she stood in front of him, and looked at her hard work. "Oh my gosh, Caduceus, it looks great!"

"Does it really?" He stood up and looked at the mirror in his room and gave a laugh, "thats funny."

"Whats that?"

He looked down at her "I look like my sister." He chuckled again looking back into the mirror, not seeing Jester look of mischeif.

"You know caduceus." She walked closer to him "I dont think anyone even knew your were ticklish."

He froze for a second, before he turned to her and put his arm at her forehead. Impending her movement forward. "I have siblings Jester, I wouldn't do that if I were you."

Her goody smile turned into one of determination "well if you going to play that card, then im going to play my own!" She walked away from him and ran out the room and down the stairs.

It didn't quite click to him that she was getting reinforcements, so he picked up her sketchbook and paints of a nearby shelf.

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It was a little bit later, after dinner. Most of them were sitting in their living room except for Caleb and Veth who were working on a spell, and Yasha, who went to her balcony to listen to a nearby storm.

The rest were having a nice conversation and enjoying each others presence, Caduceus had put a pot tea on to start cooking and got up to get it when it was ready. When he got back he put the tea on the center table to cool off, and took his spot on the floor.

They were talking nonsense about a schrodingers skeleton, or something of the such, whatever it was, it was amusing.

Though the conversation was stopped when Caduceus snorted, and his arms came to protect his ear and neck. The culript of this reaction sitting next to him with a bright smile on her face.

Fjord looked up with amusement at him "Caduceus are you alright?"

He stammered, his face flushed "oh well, I--" he was cut off by Jester

"Oh, hes fine Fjord. He's just a little ticklish."

"Caduceus, your ticklish?" Beau looked up towards the tall firbolg, who has a wobbly nervous smile.

Jester answered for him again sitting a bit closer to him "his ears are, but I dont know about the rest of him." She reached out her hands but she got stopped again by his arm to her forehead.

He put up his other hand to the other two "yes I am ticklish, but if you tickle me I will get every single one of you back for it."

Fjord look towards to Beau, with a mischievous grin "Beau, did you hear that? I think he just threatened us? How rude"

"Yeah, its almost like he's asking for us to teach him some manners" she looks back towards Fjord playfully punching her fists into her palms.

"Oooohh Caduceus, your in so much trouble!" Jester wiggles her fingers towards him without getting any closer because of his arm. His flush spread to his ears and neck, he quickly turned away from her and looked at the others.

Though he panicked when he only saw fjord right in front of him. He tried to turn around to look behind him but he was pulled down onto the floor by Beau, who had stuck up behind him.

He looked up at the three who stood over him, which seemed to spark many memories of his childhood tickle fights with his siblings. Beau climbed up and sat right on his waist, making sure he can't move. Jester hopped over to his head and sat next to it, playing with the cloth near his shoulders and neck. Fjord sat near his knees and legs.

Beau looked down at him, mostly deadpanning, but he could sense some satisfaction when she said "its nothing personal, man. Think of it more like uh.. an initiation!"

Jester spoke up and leaned over his head, her face upside down from his angle "yeah, totally. Cause you always sit out our tickle fights caduceus."

Fjord peaked around from beau "its almost a right of passage." But caduceus could quiet see any of them. His hands rest on top of his rosy face.

He groaned, "please just get it over with, you guys are horri---EEe"

His request was cut off from a squeak that erupted from his mouth with died down into soft almost quiet giggles. His body shook and he squirmed at the tickly feeling getting poked and proded around his torso.

Jester followed Beau's lead and playfully jumped her fingers around his neck and ears. His giggling got audible with her contribution and the hands that were covering his face twitched and flung to her hands trying to catch them.

"Hehehehehe wahahahait! Dohohohont! Ahahaha hehelp"

Fjord voice popped up through the laughter "help? I think I can assist you, Caduceus."

"Nohoho!"

"Oh nonsense I'm happy to help. Do tell me though, is this a good spot?" His hands spidered around Caduceus' knees, even though there was he was wearing his normal baggy pants, it didn't seem to matter. His volume increased quite a bit. So did his squirming. His legs shook and wiggled, trying to get away from the tickling. "~I think it is~"

"Nohohohoho! Not thahahahat kihihihind of hehehehehelp!"

"How about this then" jesters voice said right before he felt one of his arms getting restrained by Jester. She then started to slowly poke and scratch down his restrained arm teasing the sensitive area. "Is this helping?"

He shook his head no and started whining clawing at her hand with his other arm, but no use "Not thehehehere Jehehehester"

"Why? Is it tooooo ticklish?" She attacked on the last word wiggling her fingers down into his hollowed pit.

His laughter started to boom, and go up an octave. Beau suddenly found it more difficult to stay straddled on her firbolg friend. And jester almost lost her hold on his arm.

"HAHAHA, STAHAHAP STAHAHAP. NOHOHOHO! UHUHUNCLE! UHUHUN HAHA"

Both fjord and beau stopped tickling and just watched jester slow down and unrestrained his arm. His laughter just stayed at giggling.

Beau got up off caduceus, and stood up looking down at the giggling, out of breath firbolg on the floor "hey man, you good?" She asked

His giggles had mostly subsided and one of his hands still covered his face. He looked at each of them. His wobbly smile turned into an amused smirk. "You all, are in such trouble"

Everyone gave amused somewhat concerned looks at each other while caduceus got up and walked towards the tea pot that he'd set down earlier. He picked it up with one hand and looked back to the three, slightly out of breath.

"Hey look, the teas ready"

#critical role #critical role s2 #the mighty nein #sfw tickles #tickle fic #tickle #ticklish caduceus #critical role tickles #jester cr #jester lavorre #caduceus clay #beauregard lionett #fjord stone #this took longer than expected #hope you enjoy #sfw

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turinn · 3 years

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Naive

Ray Blackwell x M!Reader

Summary: An invitation at a party reveals that Luka had no idea you’re gay, and brings up a concern you hadn’t had before. Tags: Crack, fluff, secret relationship, mention of homophobia, alcohol consumption A/N: This is based on a dream I had where Luka and I had this exact conversation and when I woke up and remembered it I nearly threw up laughing. I did actual research for the girls outfit and hair bc im a fashion history nerd. the pocket watch i just thought was cute. Fenrir calls the reader fruity but its okay bc hes gay too god bless Word Count: 1.5k

The party was the usual affair expected of the Godspeed's, an air of elegance- present but not too overbearing- hanging over the large hall. Music drifted gently to your ears as you took everything in, a small smile settling on your face.

You couldn't help but feel a little underdressed. The officers had, of course, kept their uniforms on, but everyone else present was dressed to the nines. You'd thought the suit you wore was lovely when you and Seth had seen it last week, dark blue with a white trim, paired with a pale cyan tie and pocket square. The gold watch that settled comfortably in your pocket had been a gift from Blanc, supposedly made by Oliver to look similar to his own, to commemorate your decision to stay in Cradle. Compared to everyone else, it felt rather simple now, but you pushed the thought aside. Nobody was judging what you were wearing, they were here to enjoy themselves same as you.

"Would you like a drink?" Ray asked, voice soft enough not to startle you too much. This wasn't too effective, as you'd gotten lost in your thoughts, and sort of forgotten there were people around you, but it was kind of him to try. "Oh, yes, please." You smiled at him and a moment later he'd walked off, talking to Sirius about something, leaving you alone with Luka. Fenrir had disappeared to greet his family when you'd first arrived, and Seth was who knows where, but you didn't mind it being just the two of you. Luka rarely came to these, in fact this was the first he'd been to since you'd arrived in Cradle, despite it being your fifth, and you decided someone should stick with him so he didn't feel quite as nervous.

As you turned to say something to him, you noticed a lady making her way over to the both of you, looking rather flustered. Her fists were clenched at her sides, and she seemed to be muttering something to herself, but it was clear she had intent to speak to one of you. Perhaps she wanted to talk to Luka? He was cute, it wouldn't surprise you. What did surprise you, however, was when she walked up to you instead.

"Um, excuse me if this is far too forward, but... would you be interested in dancing with me?" She sounded so nervous, and you almost wanted to say yes. Any other man would have been lucky to get such an invitation- she looked stunning. She wore her hair in curls, gathered at the back of her neck, with a hairpiece of pale blue flowers was pinned at the front, a necklace donning the same type of flower hanging just above the neckline of her gown. The gown in question matched the colour of the flowers well, though the width of the crinoline supported skirt would have made you concerned about the logistics of dancing with her- if you'd had any intention of saying yes. Her cheeks were tinted pink as she chewed her bottom lip and waited for your answer, avoiding your gaze. A hand on your chest and a sincerely apologetic look on your face, you began to respond. "Oh dear. I'm terribly sorry, but you seem to have gotten the wrong end of the stick. You're a very attractive young lady but I'm afraid... how should I put this," You glanced at Luka for help, but he seemed to have no idea what you were trying to tell her, "I'm afraid I don't tend to set my eye on the ladies, so to speak." "You're... gay?" A sympathetic nod. "That's the ticket. Sorry, love." "Oh, it's not a problem! I'm really sorry to have bothered you!" She suddenly looked much less nervous, though a little embarrassed, and scurried off. You sighed. "I feel a little bad. I really hope she finds someone to dance with." Luka looked at you quizzically. "Why did you lie to her?" A confused laugh escaped you. "I'm sorry?" "You told her you were into guys. Why lie?" As he said this, Seth and Fenrir came up behind him, and hearing his question their eyebrows shot up. So did yours. Was he kidding? "Luka, sweetie, you have got to tell me what part of my personality made you think I was heterosexual, so I can set about changing it immediately." Seth choked on his drink, and though you flashed him a grin, you weren't entirely kidding. Going from Victorian London to a world where being gay was perfectly acceptable had been quite the change, but you'd been certain all of your friends had known. It's not like you were quiet about it, and sure, Luka was naive but... come on, now. "Wait are you... you were being honest?" "Yes?" "Luka," Fenrir began, stepping next to you and resting an elbow on your shoulder, "How have you seriously not noticed that he's gay yet?" "Well- there was no reason for me to assume!" "You watched me drunk make out with at least 2 different Black Army soldiers in my first month here!" Luka looked flustered, and utterly dumbfounded. The expression was one he wore often, usually when people insinuated that someone was in love- but somehow about five times more confused. He was unfortunate enough that Ray and Sirius returned at this moment, just in time to hear both your last remark, and his next one.

"I thought that was just something you did when you were drunk?" In another moment you were on your knees, legs shaking so much from laughter that you couldn't hold yourself up any longer. Fenrir was right there beside you, practically convulsing. Everyone else was laughing too- except poor Luka. You felt a little bad, truly you did, but this had to be the funniest thing you had ever heard. "He's completely straight, but watch out! Get a couple drinks in him and he turns fruity!" Fenrir managed to get out between cackles, and Ray was glad to have put your drinks down when Luka had last spoken, because he too nearly fell to the ground at this.

"Luka- Luka I'm sorry." You pulled yourself to your feet, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. "We aren't laughing at you." Another fit of giggles overcame you. "Okay we kind of are, but it's not malicious or anything. That was just... hands down the funniest thing you've ever said." It took most of you 5 or so minutes to fully calm down from what he'd said, and anything that jogged your memories of it would bring you back to a state of uncontrollable laughter for the rest of the night. Luka came round to it being pretty funny after you talked him through the dozens of times you'd mentioned your sexuality to him since you'd met- every one of which had gone over his head.

Hours after the party had worn down and you'd all made your way home, you lay in bed, your head pressed against a familiar chest, and sighed. "What's up?" "I just... D'you think anyone else just hasn't realised?" Ray cocked his head, confused. "I'm gonna need a little more info than that, kitten." "I suppose I just... Back in London, it's not even legal to be gay, and I don't know if it ever will be. When I first came out to Fen, he told me that it was fine here, accepted and even celebrated. So, I guess I just thought that people wouldn't make the automatic assumption that I'm straight, y'know? I mean I talk about it a lot among you guys but- when I’m out and about... where do people think my final destination is? When I pick up a silly cat themed gift for you does the shopkeep think I’m buying it for my wife? It shouldn't be a big deal, I guess, but I'd never been able to be myself until I came here, and now it's like I can be me but... people will still only see who I am if I tell them. It's just weird is all. I dunno. Maybe I'm drunk." "You're not drunk. It's an understandable concern. I guess I've never thought about it, because whether or not people would accept that part of me has never been an issue, but the fact that you've had to hide it for so long and now that you're able to be open people still aren't seeing it must be hard. If you want we could... come out, so to speak?" Your eyebrows raised, and you moved back, propping yourself up on your arm so you could look your partner in the eyes.

It had been decided at the very start of your relationship, which had officially begun a few months after you'd made the choice to stay in Cradle, that the two of you would keep it under wraps for a while. Being from the Land of Reason was more than enough reason for people to take an unwanted interest in you, and you didn't need the extra attention being the King of Spades' partner would garner. Plus, anyone with a grudge against Ray would see you as a target the second you announced it. It had been a sensible suggestion on his part, one you hadn't hesitated to agree to, and as far as you knew only Sirius and Fenrir knew about your relationship. Fenrir because he had walked in on you sitting in Ray's lap while he worked late one night, and Sirius because- well, can anything get past that guy? And now, Ray was offering to tell the entirety of Cradle you were his, just so that you didn't feel like you were hiding your identity anymore? You could feel your eyes starting to burn, and you cursed the late hour and the alcohol in your system for making you cry so easily, but... "I don't think we need to be that drastic. You were right when you said it would keep me safe for us to not be in the public eye, at least for now. I'm sure Seth can come up with some better way for me to tell the whole world I'm gay." "I don't doubt that at all." Ray grinned, placing a gentle kiss on first your forehead, then your nose, and finally on your lips. "Tomorrow, though. You need your beauty sleep." "Ah, yeah, can't risk getting ugly. My boyfriend might not want me anymore." You quipped. "Exactly." He smirked at you, turning out the light and pulling you into his arms.

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incorrect-ikevamp-quotes · 4 years

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pls scream about Leo a lil bit cause my love for that man is neverending and i live for you guys' blog,,, and ur comte love fuels me??? head empty except for those two pureblood clowns

HNGNGNG I hope that both you and everyone that reads my shenanigans knows how utterly understood I feel when I see anyone stan Comte, if not both of those idiot purebloods bc good lord...I live for two tired fossil men that just want DOMESTIC BLISS. Literally they have no brain cells beyond respect women and we love that for us, it’s spectacular!!

Under a cut bc I went off and is long:

That being said I’d be happy to yell abt Leo!! Where do I even begin, this man was the reason I got into Ikevamp in the first place, and I’ve read just about every single one of his events at this point. He just makes me so TENDER!!!!!! For whatever reason the first thing that came to mind was this one time he lies about being jealous and MC is lolol u a fool if you think I can’t tell when you lie to me. And he’s so fuckiNG SHOOK?????? It’s even funnier because she’s internally like [I’m not 100% sure but for a second there he almost looked mad...time to test this theory even if it’s just A GAME T H E O R Y] And he’s so fucking pikachu meme that shit sends me. I can’t handle the fact that he’s so used to people just assuming he’s fine, that he can handle himself. That he’s lived for so long without really anyone noticing at all. (Comte absolutely notices and will lightly roast him, but doesn’t really push him about it or wants to overstep). And so when MC just actively pays attention and is so gentle with him he’s just floored???

God I’m crying now, but I will just never forget the funeral scene in his fucking rt. This asshole, this absolute moron, straight up tries to come at us with “yOu GeT uSeD tO iT aFtEr HaLf A mIlLeNiUm, i’M nOt SaD”. Like are you serious. Come here and let me hold you before I throttle you. Absolute clown. He’s just always trying so hard to get by on his own and it breaks my heart. How long...how long has he lived just getting by, nursing his own wounds and dragging himself up all by himself. HE LEFT HOME AT LIKE 14 (whatever the fuCK SOME TOO YOUNG AGE) AND RAN STRAIGHT INTO THE HANDS OF PEOPLE THAT HATED HIM FOR HIS TALENT. HE REMEMBERS HIS MENTORS DESTROYING HIS UTENSILS WHILE TRYING TO ESCAPE PARENTS THAT WHOLEHEARTEDLY REJECTED ANY EXPRESSION OF LOVE OR COMPASSION FOR HUMANITY THAT HE CHERISHED SO DEEPLY. I DON’T NEED SLEEP I NEED TO HUG HIM IMMEDIATELY FUCKING HELL.

Like.........there’s just........I don’t know how to explain it, but I once saw it explained so well in a post. It was basically talking about Castlevania, and how in that show Dracula sees humanity’s folly and develops so much hatred he just goes straight to murder rage. And while in some ways I understand that, I understand even more deeply Trevor’s response to humanity’s fear and violence. He says that he knows they’re short-sighted, that maybe we all just don’t deserve saving...but that he’s going to do it anyway. Leonardo just so much gives me that energy of knowing there’s so much pain in the world, but all we can do is keep walking--keep trying, even if we have to claw our way forward. Because if you only see the awfulness in front of you, you forget the way that strangers make silly faces at babies to make them laugh on the train, how a friend will put everything down to race over to someone and comfort them with some ice cream--do anything they can to distract them from the hurt. How the sight of a child crying will prompt careful cooing from a stranger as to their bravery, an offering of cool water, the gentle placement of a bandaid. How a pair of teenagers will spot a lost child in milliseconds and help them seek out their parents protectively. There is so much wretchedness, but also so much beauty in it all, and the older I get the more I see myself wanting to believe in the latter. I want to be hopeful, and easily impressed, and full of love. To be bitter and jaded accomplishes nothing, and only becomes a worsening self-fulfilling prophecy. The more you seek negativity, the more you will find it; and worse, create it.

I also scream a little bit bc like. I’ve gone on and on about how Comte is very obviously in love with MC all the time, and sure that may be true. But...I really don’t think Leo is exempt from that either if I’m honest lmfao. Only because what does Leonardo do when it isn’t his route? He almost never shows up. Once in a while he might appear for a split second in a scene, but he almost never converses with MC beyond those short moments. While Comte is the one to pine openly, I’d wager Leo is the opposite. He pines in absolute silence, because he knows that if he gets any closer--he’s going to fall. He’s going to enjoy it too much, going to keep seeking out more before he can stop himself. And losing another person he loves...he just can’t do it anymore. In his first meeting story he talks about seeing MC’s eyes and feeling like he’d known them all his life, and even in his MS he speaks to just being completely fascinated by and enamored of her. She doesn’t hesitate, always does her best, meets people head-on and without much hesitation. After a lifetime of people that are probably just immediately interested in him for his talents, or always seeking out his company for the novelty, this is someone that doesn’t give a single fuck if he’s Leonardo da Vinci. Sure she’s aware, and sure she’s impressed to some extent, but her respect--her attraction and admiration--is something that has to be earned.

There’s something so refreshing about how their love was written. Sure it’s the whole fake marriage to a real relationship, but it’s also a kind of subtle enemies to lovers pulled off masterfully. MC is 100% minding her own business, just wants to do what she must in order to get home, tries to focus on her work to keep from thinking about how much she misses her old life. She doesn’t rely on anyone, doesn’t talk about how hard it is or how scary it is or how confusing. And even Leonardo forgets in his curiosity, is just chillin and also just trying to do the bare minimum to keep from getting too attached--figures he can admire her from a distance. And then he sees her staring at the hourglass. And suddenly, he can’t just watch her do that herself. Just wait for the hard times to pass, just sit with her own loneliness--that hollowing silence. There’s something so moving about it because he reaches out precisely because he knows that feeling to his fucking marrow, and literally just cannot watch somebody else do that to themselves. Sure he’s been dealing with it for three hundred years, BUT THIS GOOD BABIE CHILD DOES NOT DESERVE THIS. SHE WORKS HARD AND DESERVES NICE THINGS!!!!!!!! And so he drives her crazy as he races ahead of her, intercepting any attempt for her to preserve that silence and hide. She doesn’t see any pattern to it, and that’s just how he likes it--he doesn’t want her to worry about the how or why.

Like I fully remembering playing in Japanese and being like oh my fucking god this is hilarious, this man is just a wild fucker and I love this. I was enjoying myself, mostly laughing and shaking my head. But then it just gets so, so serious. I was having so much fun that I, like a fool, forgot the anime effect. If you’re having fun, it’s going to come crashing down without mercy soon enough. And it does. He helps a little girl without any hope play her violin again, and maybe I’m just too English major but I was fucking FLOORED when I realized I didn’t see that that was straight foreshadowing. That little girl without hope? That was MC (and by extension depending on how you play, us). Though the metaphor isn’t quite so easily mapped without a physical space, the connection is clear when you think about it. With his careful social awareness, he makes a place for MC to exist in the mansion so naturally--as though she was meant to be there from the start, crafts a positive impression of her presence with each of the residents. And he does it with zero expectation of anything in return; he’s just happy to see her not stressing herself out anymore or trying to do everything alone. MC doesn’t fall in love with him despite their differences, she falls in love with him because they are the same in a singular and all-encompassing way that matters; they both care about other people so deeply, to the point where they will forego any personal needs in order to make that person’s life easier. Whether it be muting their own hardship, or working to involve another person in a new space (or opening up to the point of self-destruction to keep a person from feeling alone), they go above and beyond what anybody asks of them--perhaps strong to the point of their own detriment, in some cases.

It’s why I always laugh when he says to Sebastian “That cara mia, she has a good heart.” Of course she does, Leonardo; it certainly takes one to know one.

And because I literally have no brain cells beyond being in fucking love with Leonardo THE LAKE SCENE IS AN AFFRONT TO MY DIGNITY AND SELF-CONTROL. HOW DARE YOU, SIGNORE. HOW DARE YOU ASK ME TO SIT THERE AND WATCH YOU OPEN YOUR HEART TO ME AND NOT BAWL MY EYES OUT AND TRY TO KISS YOU ALL AT THE SAME TIME. SIGNORE “hAhA yOu’Re So SmAlL yOu LoOk LiKe YoU’rE DrOwNiNg In My CoAt.” I WOULD DROWN AND DIE HAPPY--BITCH I TELL YOU THAT.

Like. I can’t think of another route I’ve ever done where I spent a good amount of time like “lmfao this guy is so wild im gonna punch him” to just be in a whirlpool of my own tears, regretting my entire fucking LIFE days later. Like Leonardo’s cultural impact???? Fucking immeasurable, I wish every white man disaster I ever met had a hidden heart of gold in all of his boyish dumbassery, an ICONIC himbo of our time.

Also because I remembered it before posting and I am Dying^TM. The event where MC was a pureblood and he was human. That entire fucking event. I literally can’t think about it without screaming and crying. Her just so flustered at his reaction to her like “oh look, free real estate” as he plops her in his lap, absolutely no fear, treating her like a princess because of her noble title despite NO NECESSITY BEYOND PLAYFULNESS BUT ALSO STILL MEANING IT IN AN EARNEST WAY, being charming to no END just to see her laugh or look away shyly.

WHEN HE SAID. WHEN HE SAID “...Can’t leave you alone, or you might go off someplace I can’t follow.” I. CONGRATULATIONS, YOU STRIPPED DEVOTION DOWN TO ITS BARE ESSENTIALS!!!!!! GAH HOW MC HERSELF SAYS “I would tell him the truth but...he’s much too generous for a human. I know he would offer his life without a moment’s hesitation.” How Leo describes the aftermath of her biting him: “Lucky for you, I’m a true gentleman, Unlike my principessa, who took me like a storm” HELLO??????? H E L L O ???????????????????????? ARE WE JUST GOING TO SLEEP ON THE FACT THAT HE LOST HIS ENTIRE SOUL WHEN SHE BIT HIM???? I--

Thank you for coming to my TED Talk.

(Also as much as I love him the cigarillos have got to go at some point, boy do you have any idea the shit secondhand smoke does good lordt)

#asks #ikevamp #ikemen vampire #ikevamp leonardo #ikevamp comte #can you feel me going through 800 different emotions in the course of writing this #fucking hell #he absolutely kills me i love him so much #would do ANYTHING for him #if you listen v closely you can hear the soft sound of me grabbing tissues #god i was just rewatching some of his events and i just #THE SHEER WARMTH OF HIS PRESENCE HOW IT WASHES OVER YOU WHILE READING #IM SHAKING AND CRYING I LOVE HIM SO MUCH #SO MUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#like leo is just one of those routes where its like 'my life was before and after this moment'#otome is honestly destroying my standards OTL #he just makes me feel So Much my coherence disappears #brain cells???? don't know her only Leo tiddy #in conclusion: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

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cunningambitousdetermined · 4 years

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ingenue (a random thing i wrote)

hi guys! so idk if anyone remembers but a long time ago i just kind of randomly posted this random little blurb and not long ago @rorybutnotgilmore reviewed it and im so so glad she liked it. i was messing around the other day and decided to rewrite it and make it longer with more background and... NAMES!! so here it is...

ingenue: an innocent or unsophisticated young woman

It wasn’t the first time he’d been her target. Katana hoped that it would be the last. The orchestra’s music cascaded through the doors of the great ballroom, like a tsunami ready to swallow her whole. As Katana slid her hand over the handle of the great oak, her mind sharpened to a point as sharp as the dagger strapped to her thigh. She let the door slide open and let herself get lost in the swarm of people.

“Prince Charles is our target for next week's mission” Katana had let a smile spread across her face. "He is attending a ball next week on Friday. We will be sending in one agent to take him out. As you all must know, we have been trying to take Charles out for quite some time. He seems to be smarter than we originally anticipated and has lots of luck on his side. But, despite that, I trust that this will be our last ‘attempt’ and rather a success.” The Director had clasped her hands together, eagle-like gaze cutting through the room of girls. Katana’s flutter of hope pattered out at the Director’s words. They seemed to be directed at her, though the Director’s cold eyes never found hers. The prince had slipped out of her grasp too many times to count and it infuriated her to no end. She would’ve liked another chance to put his arrogant, smirking face away for good. Sighing, she guessed it was probably for the best. At least this time she wouldn’t have a chance to screw it up. The girls all around her stood up at once, filing out of the room, whispers of who was to be assigned flitting from each of their delicate lips. Katana stood to go as well when she heard her name. “Katana,” She turned slowly, grimacing in apology. As predicted, the Director stood behind her, looking regal as always.

“Yes, ma’am?” Katana kept her eyes trained to the ground but she could feel the Directors stare burning a hole through her forehead.

“The mission is for you.” Katana’s head snapped forward in shock, meeting the eyes of her superior. “I want him out. I want a clean, perfectly executed extraction and lights out. I know what this mission means to you, but he is too important to the bigger picture to let him get away when we cannot guarantee his silence. This is your last chance.” Katana couldn’t find it in her to shut her mouth. She gaped, open-mouthed, as the Director swept from the room. As her footsteps faded from the hall, Katana had felt her mind begin to race. There was so much to do.

The ball was in full swing as Katana swept down the staircase. She was a vision in a stunning red ball gown, hair was done up in a sort of a braid crown. She looked every bit like a princess. But if anyone had paid attention to look closer you could see the glint of malice in her eye. A small hint of the black band that held her knife peeking out from the slit in her dress. People danced, girls spinning, the music rising and falling, but Katana’s eyes sought out just one figure. Her gaze locked onto him. Charles. He stood at the back of the room, his black suit cut perfectly to frame his toned body. He threw his head back in laughter, his eyes lighting up and a smile overtaking his sharp features. Katana shoved down the little flutter her heart did at the sight. This was not the time to lose sight of her mission. He was a target. A tap at her shoulder made her flinch, ready for battle. The man standing behind her jumped, startled by her reaction.

“So sorry, madam!” he apologized, reaching his hand to rub the back of his neck in a very boyish gesture. “I was only wondering if you would like to dance?” Katana affixed an easy grin to her face and took his outstretched hand. He led her to the floor, taking her waist as they started to dance. “I’m Michael,” he said, “and you?”

“Ka-” Katana’s mind raced, a name, she needed a new name. “Kourtney!” she nearly yelled, “My name is Kourtney,” she repeated, softer this time. He smiled and as he did, his eyes scrunched up just a bit. The music rose and his grip tightened on her hand as she spun. She played along with him, smiling and laughing, but she kept her eyes trained on how much closer they were getting to the prince. She glanced back to the prince’s corner once more, calculating the distance between them. She was lost in thought, plotting her escape from Michael when the prince’s gaze met hers. She watched in horror as his eyes widened in surprise. She wrenched her gaze away, quickly letting Michael spin her away and praying he didn’t recognize her.

“I’m so sorry, Michael,” Katana spread what she hoped was an apologetic look across her face, “I’m getting a bit thirsty, can we take a break?” She bats her eyelashes at him and he smiled even bigger.

“Of course! Silly me, I should’ve asked that first. I’ll go get us drinks.” He led her to a table and set off to find a waiter. She waiting until he had rounded the corner to turn away and quickly make her way toward Charles. His black tux came into view as he began to walk toward a table. Katana quickened her pace to catch him, nearly tripping over her heels. He was just an arms reach away now and she let herself fall forward, crashing into Prince Charles’s back. He whipped around, arms swooping Katana up and holding her by the waist.

“Your Highness! I’m so sorry, I- I must’ve tripped. Please forgive me, I am so sorry your Highness!” Katana didn’t have to fake her blush, she could feel the redness heating her cheeks at his large fingers gripping her sides.

His eyes widened for just a moment and her heart stopped. He knows, she thought, of course, he knows. But then, she blinked at it was gone. A charming smile spread across his face as he continued to help her up to standing. “No, no. It’s fine. You know what they say, the ladies all fall for me,” he smirked and chuckled at his joke. He looked up and started, confidence falling for just a moment. “Do I know you?”

Katana let her gaze drop bashfully, “No sir, I’m sure I would remember. But I am very sorry, your highness. Sir.” Katana felt her cheek flush darker as she faked the awkwardness that she hoped came off as charming. She knew it worked as the prince’s grin grew and his eyes scrunched up.

Charles cleared his throat, “Well, now that you’ve so elegantly fallen for me, I’m sure you would like a dance?” He let her waist go and extended a hand forward, gaze boring in on her.

Katana’s eyes pinned a corner on the other end of the room where you couldn’t be seen except for guests who would find themselves in the coat closet for the night and knew that that was where she had to end up. Ignoring the reflex to roll her eyes, she took a deep breath and put her hand in his. “It would be an honor,”

He led them onto the dance floor, hand tightening on her waist. The people swirled around them but Katana could feel his eyes trying to catch hers. Finally, as he twirled them around, she let her eyes meet his. The music seemed to slow, his eyes were so pretty, had they always been that way? He smirked at her in the cocky way that made Katana want to roll her eyes. The people around them had become blurs and Katana let her mind wander, get lost in the daze of the ball. The first time that she’d seen him was 10 years ago. He was in the royal portrait that was hung everywhere. She remembered thinking he looked very sad and that night she had prayed that he would be happy. The next time she heard about him was 3 years after that. His face was cut off on the side of the screen that displayed the king. The king had been the target that night but Katana didn’t know what that meant. She knew that the king was evil. He tore families apart. Families like hers. But when she found out they killed him, it didn’t seem fair to leave the boy all alone. This time, though, she didn’t pray for him. The first time she met him, he was her target. Her first assignment. It was just information gathering. She went on a date with him. Despite heavy makeup, a wig, and a fake name, she found herself forgetting that this was a mission. He was nice, gentlemanly, and funny. She liked him and that terrified her. But he was the enemy. It was easy to hate him when his council was still tearing families apart. It was easy to hate him when you saw him on tv with a smirk on his face and 3 girls on each arm. She watched as the charming boy she had met, put on a mask, and became what the people thought he was. And now, Katana liked to believe that the mask never came off.

“Penny for your thoughts?” Charles’s deep voice broke through her train of thought and as she met his gaze, she could see the wall of the secluded corner over his shoulder.

“Oh, nothing. Just admiring the ball,” she said hoping to add some wistfulness into her tone.

“It is very beautiful isn’t it?” he replied, following her gaze to the crowd. She at him questioningly. That wasn’t something that he would say normally. He should’ve said something like “Oh, well you must know, I’m so rich and I have many balls” but he didn’t. He caught her gaze and chuckled. “You must think I’m going soft in the head,” he looked almost embarrassed. It wasn’t a normal expression she saw from him. But then he looked back up and any softness had vanished. The corner was there, she just needed to seize the opportunity. She stepped forward but her foot slipped on the prince’s shining shoe and she fell again into the circle of his arms.

“Oh god, I’m sorry” This time Katana was very genuine about it, “you must think in such an ingenue!” Katana gathered herself quickly and led them toward her targeted spot. This was perfect. What she didn’t see, was the widening of the prince’s eyes.

“Oh- I- it’s fine- ingenue?-” Charles stumbled over his words and his feet but Katana already had him pinned against the walls. “What? Oh, hey…” The smirk returned. I get it, but let’s- ARGH” His voice was cut off with a choke.

“Oh princey, your the only ingenue around,” Katana smirked, letting her awkwardness slide off her and the adrenaline rush through her veins as she wrapped her fingers around his blue tie and yanked it. She let her other hand fall to the small bulge in her dress where her dagger rested on her thigh. Her fingers brushed the metal of the hilt and a small part of her ached to stop. She shouldn’t. She had to. But in her moment of hesitation, she felt the metal slip from her grasp.

“Oh, babe, my little ingenue” Katana’s heart stopped, his hands. They held her dagger.

“But- how?- I- how did you know?” Katana choked out. Ingenue. God, she was so dumb.

Prince Charles grabbed Katana by the waist and flipped her, pinning her to the wall. Her dagger in his hand went up, killing position. Aimed for the heart. Katana stopped breathing. Her blood ran cold, the pit in her stomach larger than life. She closed her eyes waiting for death’s cold fingers to take her away. A sickening crack resounded in her ear and her chest stilled, waiting for the pain. She let her eyes crack open and she found Charles’s eyes on hers. He turned his gaze to the side and she followed it to her dagger. It was embedded in the wall. He smirked, a Cheshire cat, His hands copper her cheeks, leaning in close, warm breath whispering against her ear and down her neck. “Darling, why must you always kill the mood?”

if you are reading this... thank you for reading this far!! i hope you liked it? tagging some people i hope don't mind even to i tag them a lot to see if they like this thing: @iamninaanna @voidmalfoy @pad-foots @le-weasley-simp @ravenclaw-reblogs

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fantastic-bby · 5 years

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Strings

Pairing: Reader x Jaebeom

Word count: 9.7k (This is the LONGEST fic I’ve ever written and I feel like I momentarily lost my mind while writing this)

Genre: Fluff, romance, soulmate au

Summary: Jaebeom has been left with a black and white world since he has yet to find his soulmate. After years and years of searching, he’s disappointed that he is constantly left empty handed and without a spectrum. It’s only when someone moves into an apartment across from his that he decides to give a relationship another go. What he doesn’t know is that this particular girl can see the strings connecting soulmates...

Triggers: Mentions of death and grieving

A/n: I decided to try something new by adding alternative endings because I couldn’t make up my mind on whether I wanted this to end happy or sad. Therefore, I’ve given you, the readers, to choose which ending you want. I’m also still new at trying to put playlists together for my writing, so pls bear with me.

Playlist: Don’t Need Your Love - NCT Dream || Affection - Cigarettes After Sex || please lie to me - Crucial Star || Best Part - H.E.R || I Like Me Better - Lauv || Falling In Love - Cigarettes After Sex || FOOLS - Troye Sivan

Soulmate series: Mark - Inked || Jackson - Bubbles || Jinyoung - Masked || Youngjae - Drawings || BamBam - Footprints || Yugyeom - Pieces

Masterlist

They say that when you touch your soulmate for the very first time, you finally get to see your world in colour. You'll know it's your soulmate when they're the only splash of colour among the black and white scene. They say that when you touch their skin, your body will jolt and your skin will tingle as the world will slowly melt into colour.

Yet, after 26 years, Im Jaebeom was still stuck with a black and white world. He was sure his soulmate was still alive since he hadn’t experienced that heart shattering feeling that everyone says happens when their soulmates die nor was he able to suddenly see colours.

He had spent his entire life desperately looking for his spectrum. Whenever he was in crowds, he would scan the black and white crowd in hopes of finding that single person who would finally add colour to his bleak looking life.

"What's going on?" Jaebeom asked as he entered the living room of BamBam’s apartment to join the gathering Yugyeom had asked for in their group chat.

"I don't know. Gyeomie just asked everyone to be in the living room when he gets home." BamBam shrugged as he shared glances with his older members.

"10 000 won says he found his soulmate." Jackson chuckles as he turned to Jinyoung and extended his hand.

"10 000 if it’s anything else at all." Jinyoung smirked at him and shook his hand.

“I want in!” BamBam piped in excitedly. “I’m on Jinyoung hyung’s side.” He announced, laughing when Jackson pouted at him.

“Ssh!” Youngjae quickly hushed them when they heard the keypad to the front door beeping. They turned their attention to the front door as they anticipated the entrance of the youngest member. Yugyeom stepped into the doors and behind him was a girl that looked to be around his age.

Jinyoung and BamBam both let out respective groans while Jackson threw his arms up in the air and cheered victoriously. The defeated pair reached into the pockets of their pants to pull out their wallets grumpily.

“What’s going on?” Yugyeom asked, pure confusion painting his face.

“Jackson, Jinyoung and BamBam made a bet on what you wanted to tell us.” Youngjae chuckled as he saw how happy Jackson was to win money.

“Yeah, I haven’t said anything yet.” Yugyeom said slowly. Both Jinyoung and BamBam paused just as they were about to hand the notes to Jackson.

“You found your soulmate, right?” Jackson squinted his eyes at the younger male. Yugyeom pursed his lips and his hand went to the back of his neck as he scratched the skin,

“No, but I think I found someone else’s soulmate.” He said awkwardly as he stepped aside to let the girl walk forward to Mark who was silently standing behind all of them.

“WHAT?!” All of them except for Mark and Jaebeom exclaimed as they watched the way the girl approach Mark.

“How did you find her?” Mark asked softly as he looked up at Yugyeom.

“I bumped into her at the 7 11 in Hongdae and she said she saw you while we were having dinner but when she wanted to approach us, we left.” He smiled at Mark.

“Wait, so you brought a random girl to BamBam’s apartment at night without being completely sure whether or not she was telling the truth?” Jaebeom asked with wide eyes. “Yugyeom, what if she wasn’t telling the truth and she was a sasaeng?” He scolded him.

Yugyeom let out a forced laugh, “Yeah, I wasn’t thinking about that.” He hung his head sheepishly, “But we’re lucky she is. I mean, look at them.” He gestured to the way Mark was softly speaking to the girl, wearing the widest smile they had ever seen.

“So, you haven’t found your soulmate yet?” BamBam asked. Yugyeom nodded at him and BamBam threw his arms in the air, letting out a loud whoop. “Jackson hyung, you lost!” He teased Jackson who begrudgingly reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet.

“Sorry you haven’t found your soulmate yet, Gyeomie.” Jinyoung apologised while chuckling.

“It’s fine. I’m fine with waiting for the time that I do.” Yugyeom shrugged. “It’ll come eventually. I just have to be patient.” He gave his hyung a toothy smile, making them smile as they patted him on the back. Jaebeom was the only one who was standing behind them as they expressed their pride for Yugyeom in acting so mature. He was watching the way Mark and his soulmate were interacting with a sour taste filling his mouth.

Jaebeom didn’t want to feel this way. He was happy that one of his closest friends had finally found their soulmate, but he felt sad. Among the seven of them, Jaebeom and Yugyeom were the only ones left who hadn’t found their soulmates. Seeing the way Yugyeom felt about finding his soulmate made Jaebeom feel silly, childish even, for being so impatient that he hadn’t found his soulmate.

“You okay?” Youngjae placed a hand on Jaebeom’s shoulder when he noticed him zoning out. Jaebeom turned to him and stared at him blankly for a moment before quickly nodding,

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just a little tired.” He forced a smile, “I’m going to head home first. I think I spent too much time in the studio this week.” He muttered as he bid goodnight to his friends and left the apartment. He let out a sigh as he began walking towards the lift. He unlocked his phone and opened a picture Jinyoung had sent him.

The last time they went to the beach, Jinyoung had taken a candid of Jaebeom standing along the shoreline. He said the water was blue and the sand was ivory. Jaebeom tried to imagine it but he couldn’t. Not when all he knew was black and white.

Jaebeom’s walk back to his apartment was silent as he let himself get immersed in his thoughts. He remembered the girlfriends in his life that - at first - said that they didn’t care about finding their soulmates, but they ended up leaving him when they did. His heart ached. He felt so lonely. He gave up dating girls after the third one left him for their soulmate.

Since then, he had been desperately trying to find his own soulmate. But even then, his hope was dwindling. He was losing faith that he would ever find them. Maybe he would end up being one of those lost souls who never found their mate. Maybe he would end up spending his entire life in black and white, only to die to be reborn where he would have to begin his search once again.

Jaebeom stopped outside of his apartment and stared at the gray building. He let out a sigh as he turned around and decided that he needed a longer walk to clear his mind. A soft breeze blew past him as he stood at the bridge, looking out as the moon reflected on the water. The moon was the only thing he was sure he knew the colour of. It was white.

He craned his neck up and stared at the moon, letting out a soft sigh. “I’ll find them, right?” He whispered out to the moon. He let out another sigh as he bent down and leaned his chin on where his hands were resting on the rails of the bridge, letting the sound of the river gently flowing fill his ears to calm his racing thoughts.

“Jaebeom hyung?” A familiar voice made him turn around to see Hyunjin staring at him from the edge of the bridge. Jaebeom immediately stood straighter, not wanting to show any kind of sensitivity to his junior.

“Hyunjin, what are you doing here so late?” Jaebeom asked when Hyunjin approached him.

“I needed to clear my thoughts.” The younger male shrugged as he rested his hands on the railing and looked out at the river.

“Are you okay?” He asked, slightly worried for Hyunjin.

“Yeah,” He nodded, but the way his voice faltered slightly was not convincing anyone. Jaebeom placed a comforting hand on Hyunjin’s shoulder. The action caused Hyunjin to break down, completely surprising Jaebeom.

“Woah! What’s wrong?” He questioned, panic lacing his voice as he rubs the younger male’s back comfortingly.

“H-Hyung,” Hyunjin sobbed out as he turned and hugged his senior. Jaebeom wrapped his arms around him hesitantly and did the best he could to comfort him.

“Hey, it’s okay.” He spoke gently, not wanting to make him feel any worse than he already did. It took a while but when Hyunjin finally caught his breath and calmed down, Jaebeom couldn’t help but wonder what made him this distressed. “What happened?” He asked as he pulled away slightly to look at him.

“M-My s-s-soulmate, I-I think th-they’re d-d-dead.” He hiccuped as he avoided looking at Jaebeom in the eyes, embarrassed for breaking down in front of his senior. Jaebeom’s eyes widened instead, he couldn’t imagine how that must feel like.

“What makes you say that?” He asked as he gently rubbed Hyunjin’s shoulders to calm him down.

“T-The colours.” Hyunjin muttered out as he tried to hold back his tears. “I can see c-colours.” His lip trembled and he broke down into sobs once again. Jaebeom pulled Hyunjin back into his arms and hushed him softly,

“It’s okay, Hyunjin-ah.” He spoke softly. He felt terrible for his junior. “Are you sure you didn’t accidentally bump into them without noticing?” Jaebeom asked, well aware of how impossible that would be.

“I was in my dorm and suddenly my chest started hurting and colours started to blend into my sight.” He muttered out, sniffling as he kept his face on Jaebeom’s shoulder. The older idol let his junior stay in his arms for a bit longer. Even though he was unable to imagine the pain of losing a soulmate, he knew the pain of not meeting them.

“How about,” Jaebeom pulled away to look at Hyunjin in the eyes, “We grab something to eat. Maybe it’ll make you feel better.” He suggested. The Stray Kids member nodded and wiped his tears with the back of his hand as Jaebeom led the way to a nearby stall.

“I’m sorry you had to see that.” Hyunjin mumbled out shamefully as he trailed behind him.

“It’s okay, Hyunjin. We're people. It's not wrong to feel sad.” Jaebeom glanced over his shoulder to flash a comforting smile to him. Hyunjin could feel his spirits lifting slightly at the words of his senior.

"Thanks, hyung." He smiled slightly as he caught up with Jaebeom so that he was walking beside him. “So, you can see colour now?” He questioned.

“Yeah,” He let out a sigh and pursed his lips, “I can see colours, but I don't see it as a good thing. My soulmate’s dead.” He looked ahead blankly, “And everything is worse now.” Jaebeom bit his lip as he turned to look at him. His brown eyes were empty, bloodshot and staring at nothing as they walked. “Your soulmate’s still alive, right?” Hyunjin turned to Jaebeom who nodded slowly,

“I haven’t met them yet, but they’re still alive.” He answered. Hyunjin nodded at that,

“Do you think you’ll ever meet them?” He questioned softly. His voice was so soft, if Jaebeom hadn’t had his full attention on him, he wouldn’t have heard him.

“I don’t know, Hyunjin.” Jaebeom sighs, “I hope I will, but sometimes I just feel like I’ll never meet them.” He paused for a moment and sucked a breath in through his teeth, “Sorry.” He felt his brain start to fill with panic from the slip.

“It’s okay, hyung.” Hyunjin chuckled, “I guess there’s a silver lining to this. Colour’s nice to look at.” He hummed out, doing his best to not sulk over it.

“What does colour look like?” He asked, causing Hyunjin to turn to him before looking forward at the buildings in front of them.

“Interesting. It’s a bit overwhelming, but right now everything is overwhelming.” The chuckle that left his lips was sad, making Jaebeom purse his lips as he turned back ahead and led Hyunjin into a small stall that was still open in the late hour. They sat down, ordered their food and the waitress returned with two shot glasses and a bottle of soju.

“You can drink your feelings away, I’ll walk you back to your dorm if you get drunk.” Jaebeom joked as he poured Hyunjin a glass.

“I would rather not embarrass myself in front of my senior.” Hyunjin shook his head with a laugh leaving his lips. “I can handle my alcohol quite well, so I won’t get drunk this evening.” He smiled as their food arrived.

Oh, was he so wrong.

Jaebeom had his arm around Hyunjin’s shoulders to steady the stumbling boy, carefully guiding him back to his dorm.

“Aish, you said you wouldn’t get drunk.” Jaebeom mused as he did the best he could.

“Hyuuuuuuung,” Hyunjin giggled out with a slur, “Don’t be sad that you haven’t met them.” He mumbled out as he leaned against the walls of the dorm building. Jaebeom stared at him speechlessly. “I’m never going to meet mine but it’s okay. You still have a chance at meeting yours.” His eyes were starting to droop and his body slumped over, quickly causing his senior to scramble to stop him from falling over.

Jaebeom knocked on the front door, hearing footsteps approaching after a moment before the door opened to reveal a disheveled and tired looking Bang Chan. The younger leader’s eyes widened when he saw Hyunjin leaning on Jaebeom,

“Is this about the soulmate?” He asked as he carefully took Hyunjin from his arms. Jaebeom nodded with a sigh,

“He got drunk. Take care of him and make sure he drinks plenty of water. He’s going through a rough time.” He watched as Chan steadied Hyunjin with an arm around his shoulders,

“Okay, thanks, JB hyung.” He nodded at Jaebeom before closing the door. “MINHO! HELP ME!” The muffled yell of Chan came through the door and startled Jaebeom, causing him to jump slightly.

He waited for a moment, chuckling slightly when he heard the chaos that was starting to wreak their dorms; thuds and what sounded like a lot of stumbling, tripping and multiple items falling to the ground.

The walk back to Jaebeom’s apartment was quiet even with the music that was filling his ears from his headphones. It was well past midnight and his mind was still disturbed. Hyunjin’s words stuck with him.

Don’t be sad you haven't met them.

He bit his lip as he thought about it, further disrupting his mind. Was he being too immature about it? No, he was just worried he would never meet them, right? Jaebeom stopped outside his apartment building. He had nowhere else to go, might as well step inside now.

He tossed his keys onto the kitchen counter and took his jacket off, slipping it onto the coat rack and made his way through his quiet apartment. He stepped into his bedroom and stared at the computer on his desk, the glow from his screen saver of a picture of him and his friends illuminating the wooden desk. Turning on the lights, he moved over to sit at his desk and let out a deep sigh.

The picture on his desk was staring back at him almost mockingly. It’s like purple with some blue and pink. It’s nice to look at. The words that Youngjae had used to describe the picture echoed in his head.

Jaebeom got it as a gift from one of his cousins who had met their soulmate really early into their life and decided they wanted to become a painter. The colours to him were the same colours he had become too close to; black and white.

He had no spectrum.

»»————-　　————-««

Jaebeom awoke to one of his cats licking his nose. His eyes groggily opened to see Cake staring at him, her tail and ears perking up when she finally got him to wake up. He let out a chuckle when she started to snuggle against him, letting out a few meows when she bumped her head against his hand.

He sat up only to realise that all five of his cats were on his bed with their eyes on him.

“Woah, what’s wrong?” He questioned them, knowing that they’d only gather in his room for his comfort when something was different. He glanced over at the clock sitting on his bedside table. 9:21. He pulled the covers off of himself before sliding out of bed when he heard quite a loud sound coming from the hallways outside of his apartment.

Without much care that he was still in his pajamas, he made his way to his front door with Kunta and Odd following him as he took a peek to the outside. The pile of boxes in the hallway and the sight of a lone girl carrying the boxes on his own made him step out, being careful not to let his cats out.

“You need any help?” He asked the girl when she stepped back out of the apartment, jumping slightly when she saw him.

“Oh, yes please. My flatmate had to fly out to her hometown, leaving me to carry all of our stuff on our own.” She let out a relieved sigh at the offer but when she saw his outfit, she immediately felt guilty. “Were you sleeping? I’m so sorry, it’s hard to move these boxes around quietly.” She sheepishly apologised but Jaebeom simply smiled at her,

“It’s okay. I’ve been sleeping in a lot lately anyway.” He reassured her and picked up one of the boxes. The two proceeded to move the boxes into the previously empty apartment and Jaebeom learned that the girls moving in were college roommates that decided to move in together when (Y/n) had graduated. He also learned that the girl that was unfortunately left to move in their stuff on her own - (Y/n) - was a dance major.

“I haven’t thanked you yet, so here’s a drink as a thank you.” (Y/n) handed him a glass of lemonade. They were pretty much done with just one more box sitting in the living room, ready to be unpacked.

“Thanks.” Jaebeom smiled as he wiped the sweat forming on his forehead with the back of his hand, “So, when’s your friend coming back?” He asked after taking a few sips from the refreshing drink.

“I’m actually not sure.” She shrugged, “She said something happened back home and even she doesn’t know when she’ll come back.” She sighed as she sipped on her own glass. He nodded at that. They stood together in silence as (Y/n) was admiring her new home.

“What’s her name?” He asked after a moment.

“Haneul.” She hummed out, her attention still to the now decorated apartment. “We’re moving in together because I’m scared of living alone and I miss living with her.” She chuckled out, taking another sip from her glass as she turned herself to face Jaebeom. “Do you have any flatmates?” She questioned.

“No,” He shook his head, “I do have five cats, though. They keep me company.” He chuckled. “All of my friends have their own apartments and they’re allergic to cat fur, so I guess it’s fitting.” He shrugged.

“Five cats?” (Y/n) let out a snort, “You’re one man.” She pointed out.

“Yeah, they’re assholes sometimes but that’s how cats are like.” He joked. “They do dumb shit, but I love them nonetheless. They’re like my children.” He chuckled as he put the now empty glass onto the kitchen peninsula.

“What are their names?” She questioned as she put her glass on the counter.

“Nora, Kunta, Odd, Cake and Baire.” He hummed out.

“What colours are they?” She asked. Jaebeom stood still as he stared into the living room, the familiar loneliness that had previously disappeared started to fill his mind.

“I can’t see colours yet.” He muttered out, “Haven’t found my soulmate yet.” The vibe in the room had immediately made a 180 flip, (Y/n) afraid that she had accidentally offended her new neighbour.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have asked that.” She apologised softly but Jaebeom shook his head,

“It’s fine. Most of the people our age have already found their soulmates. I’m just one of the unfortunate few that haven’t.” He turned to her with the corner of his lip lifting slightly to give her a half smile. “Have you met yours yet?” He asked.

“Nope, and I never will.” She let out a soft sigh. “I started seeing colours when I was a child and I remember crying for months because of how much it hurt.”

“I’m sorry about that.” Jaebeom let out a sigh as well. “I guess we’re a pair of losers without soulmates.” He joked, enticing a chuckle out of her,

“I guess.” (Y/n) leaned over the counter before turning up to look at him, “Are you actively searching for them?” She questioned. Her tone of voice was suggesting something that Jaebeom had already experienced. Something too familiar.

“If you’re thinking that way, how about I pick you up tomorrow at 11?” He turned to face his entire body to her. He had to admit, she was a beautiful woman and they had just spent the entire morning moving stuff around without once feeling uncomfortable or awkward. He was sure this time would be different since there was a guarantee she wouldn’t leave him for her soulmate.

“Again, I’m sorry I disturbed your slumber with how loud I was being.” She apologised as she walked him out into the hallway.

“It’s seriously no problem. My cats actually woke me up, but I think it’s a good thing.” He waved his hand at her with a smile on his face.

“Thank you for the help, Jaebeom.” She smiled as she leaned against her doorway.

“No problem, (Y/n).” He stood in the hallway, only now taking in her beauty as she stood in just a simple tank top and a pair of leggings. (Y/n) was taking in his natural beauty as well. This man was standing in an oversized t shirt and a pair of baggy shorts yet he was still among the most handsome men she had ever laid her eyes upon.

“I guess I’ll see you tomorrow, neighbour.” She giggled as she took a step backwards into her home.

“Yeah,” Jaebeom nodded and waved at her as she closed her front door. He smiled to himself as he made his way into his apartment only a few doors down from hers and stepped in, Odd greeting him as he did. Nora sat on the cat tower in the living room, immediately sitting up at the arrival of her owner.

The loud meow coming from the kitchen brought Jaebeom’s attention to an annoyed looking Cake and Baire sitting in front of their empty food bowls.

“Oh, right.” It was way past breakfast time for the cats and he had accidentally forgotten since he had spent the morning with (Y/n) instead. He quickly filled the food bowls, all of the cats gathering in his kitchen to enjoy their late breakfast as he headed into the bathroom for a much needed shower.

Jaebeom went by his day with his usual routine whenever he wasn't in the studio or practicing; have lunch, spend time composing on his computer, take a nap with at least two of his cats, compose on his keyboard, cuddle with Nora, have dinner, cuddle with all of his cats and shake his head at the daily meme Yugyeom or BamBam would send to their group chat.

Jaebeom stood outside of (Y/n)’s apartment the next morning, anticipating his date with her. He was surprised when the door opened right as he was about to knock and his jaw went slack when he saw her dressed in a simple crop top and a pair of black denim shorts.

(Y/n) lets out a giggle as she steps out of her apartment, "Close your mouth before something flies in." Jaebeom quickly closed his mouth, a blush making its way onto his face.

"S-Shall we?" He cleared his throat and bent his arm for her which she gladly linked her arm around his.

That day spent together was one of the best Jaebeom had had. He was happy around her; comfortable. (Y/n) couldn't help but smile the entire time, her eyes glinting with joy every time he cracked a bad joke.

One thing she had that he didn't was the ability to see the strings. (Y/n) could see the strings attaching each others souls and it was up to her to bring lone souls to their other halves.

That was exactly what she was going to do with Jaebeom.

She just couldn't let him know what she could see. He would either freak out or pressure her and she couldn't have that.

"Are you okay?" Jaebeom asked when he noticed that (Y/n) had long been zoned out.

"Huh?" She turned to him slowly before quickly nodding, "Oh yeah, just thinking about work." She hummed out. She could see his string but she couldn't see who it was attached to.

»»————-　　————-««

“Goodnight.” Jaebeom hummed out as they stood outside (Y/n)’s apartment. Five months had gone by pretty quickly, Haneul still nowhere to be found and the relationship between (Y/n) and Jaebeom blossoming into something more beautiful than she had actually hoped for.

“Goodnight, Jaebeom.” She smiled, waving at him as she let herself into the apartment. She looked down at the polaroid picture in her hands of the two together, smiling like an idiot at the way Jaebeom forced a sloppy kiss onto her cheeks just as Jinyoung snapped the photo.

Her attention from the photo averted when she saw a red string floating around the apartment and leading into Haneul’s room.

“Eonnie?” She called out to what she thought was an empty apartment. The bedroom door flung open and her roommate immediately threw her arms around (Y/n).

“(Y/n)!” She happily squealed out as she hugged her tightly, “Oh my god, I’m so sorry I was gone for so long.” She quickly apologised when she pulled away.

“What happened? I thought you weren’t supposed to be home for another few months.” (Y/n) questioned as she looked at her. She was shocked but she was still happy nonetheless. She could once again live with her best friend in the apartment they wanted to fill with memories.

“My mum forced me out of Jeju. I’m not even exaggerating. She bought me the train ticket and said I had nothing else to worry about and that my aunt was okay.” Haneul giggled as she sat herself on the chair that was behind the kitchen counter.

“She kicked you out?” (Y/n) snorted as she opened their fridge, “Sounds about right. You keep getting kicked out of places.” She joked, placing a bottle of Cass in front of her and opening one for herself.

“Yeah, I do.” Haneul chuckles, taking a swig from the bottle of beer. “Where were you? You don’t usually go out this late.” She asked, gesturing to the clock hanging from the kitchen wall.

(Y/n) turned to the clock, only now realising that it was almost midnight. She had spent the whole day with Jaebeom, she hadn’t even realised that they just spent most of their time in his studio with Jinyoung.

“I was with a friend.” She hummed out as she took a swig from her bottle.

“A guy friend?” She cocked an eyebrow suggestively. “Who is he? You haven’t had a guy friend in a while.” She giggled.

“He’s…” (Y/n) trailed off as she turned away from her roommate and leaned against the counter, “Someone I’m trying to help find his soulmate.” She sighed out. Haneul furrowed her brows at that and she stood up, rounding the counter so that she could stand beside (Y/n).

“You’re still doing that?” She questioned, a hint of anger in her voice. “(Y/n), you actually end up liking these people. Doesn’t it ever get tiring, you know, mentally?” She raised a brow as she looked at her.

“Sometimes, but I feel like it’s worth it.” (Y/n) shrugged, bringing the bottle to her lips to take a slightly bigger swig. “It’s redeeming, I guess. I’ll never get to meet my soulmate in this lifetime. Might as well help other people meet theirs so they don’t end up like me.” She bit the inside of her cheek as she thought about it. “But, falling in love with him is inevitable.” She let out a sigh.

“He’s just that perfect?” Haneul questioned softly.

“He’s just that perfect.” (Y/n) nodded sadly. “He’s everything that I feel like my soulmate could’ve been.” She stared at the tiled wall of the kitchen, “But his soul belongs to someone else and I can’t do anything about that.” She muttered out. Her roommate watched her sadly.

(Y/n) had this strange need in wanting to help everyone around her even if it cost her something important. That something important was always her partners when she managed to find their soulmates and gave them up so they could be together.

“You need to stop doing that. It worries me.” She shook her head as she put her hand on (Y/n)’s shoulder, “You deserve someone who makes you happy. Not someone who you’ll let leave eventually. You’ll never be able to be happy with someone when you keep giving your partners away.” She stated.

Of course Haneul was slightly angry about this. She hated seeing (Y/n) suffer from the breakup when she connects two souls. “Don’t you remember Chan? You dated him for five years in high school and when you found his soulmate, you cried for a whole year.” She brought back the bitter memory, trying to convince (Y/n) otherwise.

“Don’t bring that up.” She snapped, “Chan is a whole different story. We were in high school. I was dumb enough to love him that much.” She threw Haneul a look, “Ever since Chan, I learned how to not fall in love as hard. It’s easier now.”

Haneul frowns, “You’re already liking this new guy a lot. I can see it. Just let yourself be happy for once and forget his soulmate.” She shook her head and crossed her arms over her chest, her brown hair starting to slowly fall out of the messy bun she had tied, “I don’t want you to look for his soulmate this time. I want you to be in an actual relationship.”

“Eonnieeeeee-” (Y/n) whined but was quickly cut off.

“No, I’m not letting you.” She shook her head yet again. “I want you to be happy with this guy. Now,” She pulled the half empty bottle of alcohol out of (Y/n)’s hand, “Go sleep. I’ll finish these bottles because I haven’t drank in a while. In the morning, I want you to go see your new friend and spend time with him properly.” She clapped her hands onto her shoulders and started guiding her into her bedroom.

“Eonnie, it’s unrealistic. Even if I don’t find his soulmate, he’ll probably find them on his own.” (Y/n) stubbornly retaliated but still didn’t really put up much of a fight as she was guided into her room.

“I don’t care. I don’t want you to look for them for him.” She sternly said after she had pushed her into the room.

“I-”

“Bup bup!” Haneul raised her hand to cut her off, “Relationship time. No soulmate hunting. Relationship.” (Y/n) let out a sigh before nodding,

“Okay. I won’t look for his soulmate.” She finally gave in. “Goodnight, Haneul eonnie.” She hummed as Haneul finally started to make her way to her bedroom, both bottles of beer held in between her fingers.

“Goodnight, (Y/n).” She waved at her as she stepped into her own bedroom.

“Don’t get too drunk!” (Y/n) advised as she watched her immediately start chugging one of the bottles as she closed the door. She let out a chuckle before closing her door and plopped herself onto her bed. The buzz of her phone that came from her purse made her turn over onto her stomach to look at the message.

JayBeee (ᵔᴥᵔ):

Made a tune while I was thinking about today~ Hope you like it c:

An audio file was attached to it which (Y/n) played. Her heart fluttered when she heard the soft, comforting tune that he had played onto his keyboard.

Jaebeom waited at his desk for (Y/n)’s response, his foot bouncing nervously as he leaned back in his chair. Was it too cheesy that he told her he technically wrote a small tune for her?

He stared at his phone as it sat beside his keyboard, anxiously waiting when it buzzed. He immediately picked up his phone and started smiling like an idiot when he saw her reply.

(Y/n) ｡◕‿◕｡:

It’s so cute (~˘▾˘)~ You’re so talented, Jae!!

Maybe, just maybe, this time (Y/n) could actually let herself fall in love once again. Maybe, this time she could forget that souls are bound and that hopefully, he wouldn’t leave her for his own soulmate.

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“So, what are we doing today?” (Y/n) hums out as she sticks the spoon of ice cream into her mouth, her eyes sending a puzzling look to Jaebeom. He had invited her out without much of a plan and they had spontaneously gotten ice cream and sat themselves on the park bench, the buzz of the park filling their systems as they sat together.

Despite the low temperature, (Y/n) still craved the cold dessert and Jaebeom just followed because the moment he saw her ice cream cup, he wanted some too. Christmas had just passed, the park still scattered with various Christmas decorations as they sat together on the cold park bench.

“Anything.” He shrugged, licking his own ice cream, a black mask pulled down to his neck so he could eat. “I just like spending time with you.” His hum made (Y/n) freeze, a blush creeping onto her face as she stared at him with wide eyes. He shot her a cheeky smile, his free hand reaching up to cup her face. Unexpectedly, he pinched her cheek instead, “Aigoooo, you’re so cute when you’re flustered.” He teased.

“Aish.” (Y/n) pulled away from him and adjusted herself so that she could hide her face in her hair. She couldn’t hide her smile though. She took Haneul’s words into thought and for once, decided that maybe she should really give this a chance. She ignored the red string that led out of his chest and felt lighter when she let herself fall for him.

“You’re cute.” Jaebeom chuckled, wrapping an arm around her shoulders to pull her towards him.

“Stoooppp.” She whined out when he continued to tease her by shaking her shoulders.

“You’re so cute!” He giggled, squeezing her form against his.

“Jaebeomieeee, stooop.” (Y/n) continued to whine, feeling more embarrassed for him than for herself.

“Okay, okay, I’ll stop.” He smiled widely as he finally stopped his teasing torture on her. “I’m sorry. Every time I see you, I just wanna pinch your cheeks and squeeze you.” He joked as he leaned back onto the bench. (Y/n) shot him a pout, the blush never disappearing as she looked at him.

“You’re cute too.” She muttered out. Jaebeom turned to her with a questioning look. “I said you’re cute too. I like your face.” She smiled as she ran a hand through his long hair and ruffled it. He scrunched his nose at her and couldn’t fight the smile that made its way onto his face.

“What else do you like about me?” He asked as he sat up straighter.

“Hmmm,” She pretended to take a while to think about it, causing him to nudge her lightly. “A lot.” She giggled, “I like your face a lot. I like your hair even though it keeps getting longer every time we go on dates or hang out. I also like your voice when you sing. It’s really soothing.” She smiled when she saw his cheeks start to redden. “You’re cute when you blush.” She teased, poking his sides lightly and laughed when he flinched.

They let the silence between them settle as they watched a man play with his dog. Wait, not just any man. The man turned to the two and his face lit up.

“Jaebeom hyung!” Youngjae called out when he saw them. Jaebeom waved at him excitedly as Youngjae ran over, Coco following behind him. To (Y/n), Youngjae’s string was blue. He’s found his soulmate. She thought as she watched him jog over with his dog following behind him.

“Are you here alone?” He asked when his younger friend approached them.

“Mark hyung is somewhere here.” Youngjae scratched his head as he looked around to park to see if he could see Mark. “He was doing some tricking but he disappeared when I threw Coco’s frisbee a bit far.” He muttered out before turning to them. “I don’t think we’ve met yet, I’m Youngjae.” He smiled as he bowed to (Y/n).

“I’m (Y/n).” She stood up and returned to bow.

“Oh!” His eyes lit up, “You must be the (Y/n) Jaebeom hyung talks about all the time.” He chuckled when Jaebeom shot him a look. (Y/n) turned to Jaebeom who quickly softened his expression when she did so.

“Jaebeomie talks about me a lot?” She smirked at him as his cheeks deeply reddened.

“All the time!” Youngjae nodded, giddy that he could embarrass his hyung in front of the girl he wouldn’t stop talking about for the past few months.

“Really?” She turned back to Youngjae with a cheeky grin etched onto her face. “What does he say about me?” She asked. Jaebeom aggressively shook his head at Youngjae, pleading him to not embarrass him in front of her.

“He hasn’t stopped talking about you ever since he helped you move in. He always talks about this really cute girl who lives across from him and whenever you post on your Instagram he does this:” Youngjae mimicked the way Jaebeom would dance around excitedly. “Then he’ll show us the picture and say ‘look at her! She’s so cute, right?’”

“Okay! That’s enough!” Jaebeom stood up and pulled (Y/n) gently so she would be behind him, “Youngjae, please stop.” He pleaded softly. Youngjae nodded, finally letting up,

“Okay, hyung. I’ll stop.” He giggled. Jaebeom let out a relieved sigh and turned around to see that (Y/n) was no longer behind him.

“Huh, where’d she go?” He questioned as he looked around the park. Youngjae looked around as well,

“Where’s Coco?” He questioned as well. “Did your girlfriend steal my dog?” He asked with bewildered eyes.

“I don’t think she did and she’s not my girlfriend.” He shook his head as they continued to search the park.

“Coco?” Youngjae called out, panic starting to fill him.

“Wait, over there.” Jaebeom pointed to where Mark was talking to (Y/n), Coco’s leash in her hand.

“Oh my god, she did steal my dog!” Youngjae exclaimed as the two quickly made their way over to where she was.

“(Y/n), did you try and steal Coco?” Jaebeom asked her. She turned to him and her eyes widened at his accusation, quickly shaking her head,

“She was getting restless since Youngjae was talking to you. So, I took her around for a bit and bumped into Mark-ssi.” She gestured to the older man who was crouched on the ground and giving Coco a belly rub. Mark’s string was blue as well.

“I found her while she was running around with Coco.” Mark stated without turning his attention away from the white ball of fluff. “I thought it was weird that she was with a stranger, but (Y/n)-ssi told me she was Jaebeom’s friend.” He stood up, Coco giving him a sad look when he did. “Then I realised she was the girl Jaebeom talks about all the time.” He bit his lip as he gave Jaebeom a mischievous smile.

“Okay, (Y/n)-ie, let’s go.” Jaebeom huffed out as he held onto her forearm and pulled her away from his friends out of fear of being embarrassed any further.

“Your friends seem nice.” (Y/n) giggled as she waved to Youngjae and Mark.

“Did they tell you anything?” Jaebeom muttered out once they were quite a distance from the two.

“Mark-ssi just told me exactly what Youngjae-ssi told me.” She giggled once more, nudging his shoulder teasingly. “So, you’ve been talking about me a lot and going,” She copied the dance Youngjae had done before, making Jaebeom cover his face in embarrassment.

She linked her arm with his, pulling his hand away from his face and started walking with him. “It’s okay, I think it’s flattering.” She reassured him, smiling at the way he was avoiding her gaze by keeping his face turned away from her.

“It’s embarrassing.” He muttered out as he pulled his mask back up over the lower half of his face, still avoiding eye contact with her. She tugged on his arm to the side.

“Jaebeomie, look at me.” He ignored her request and still avoided her eyes. She looked around, making sure there were no wandering eyes before pulling his mask down. Before he could even ask what she was doing she had pulled his face down and pressed his lips to hers.

His eyes widened, his brain not having enough time to process what was happening even after she pulled away. Jaebeom stared at her in shock, his face unbelievably red. (Y/n) still had her hands cupping his face before pulling them away quickly.

“S-Sorry, was that too sudden?” She asked, scared that she had taken it a step too far.

“I-I. N-no, I’m just. I-I d-didn’t expect that.” He stuttered out as he continued to stare at her with the widest eyes in the world.

“You weren’t looking at me. What else was I supposed to do?” She muttered out as she looked away from him, soft pout on her lips. His eyes moved to her lips and he was unable to stop himself when he leaned down to kiss her once again. His kiss knocked the wind out of (Y/n).

She wasn’t expecting him to kiss her again, the feeling of his soft lips molding against her own left her completely breathless when he pulled away and she looked up at him with her lips parted.

“Be my girlfriend.” Jaebeom blurted out. He felt like he had no control over his body and mind anymore.

“O-Okay.” (Y/n) nodded, still in a blur from the kiss.

“Really?” He questioned, unsure whether she was just saying it from being flustered or if she was really accepting. She nodded once again, more confidently this time.

“I’ll be your girlfriend.” Jaebeom nodded his head for clarification. She nodded for the third time and he smiled; widely.

“Okay.” He took her hand in his. They started walking - without any actual direction - with their hands laced and both their hearts warmed and fluttering. The entire time, (Y/n) was ignoring where Jaebeom’s red string was floating towards, content with the position she had decided to let herself fall into.

(Y/n)’s hand felt warm in Jaebeom’s. For once, instead of feeling giddy, he felt safe. Her presence brought him comfort and he had never been so sure of a person before. As he glanced over at her while they walked, the glow of the evening sun illuminating their figures as they walked, he was sure he wouldn’t leave her for his soulmate. He would never. He was absolutely sure of it.

“Jaebeom-ah.” (Y/n) waved her hand in front of his face, snapping him out of his thoughts. He blinked a few times before turning to her with a questioning glance. “We’re at our apartments.” She gestured to the doors that led into their homes.

“Oh, I didn’t realise.” He muttered out sheepishly. (Y/n) tilted her head slightly at him,

“What were you thinking about?” She asked as they stood in the hallway, hands still interlocked.

“Something.” He hummed out, “Nothing you should be too worried about.” He smiled at her slightly.

“Is it really? You looked like you were thinking about it all the way back.” She pestered. “You can tell me if something’s bothering you. Locking your thoughts and feelings away from other people makes them harder to handle.”

“It’s nothing major, I promise.” He reassured her, his thumb gently running over her knuckles.

“Okay, I trust you.” (Y/n) nodded.

Jaebeom lifted her hand and pressed a kiss to her knuckles, letting out a hum, “Thank you.” She smiled softly. “It’s still quite early. I’ll make you some tea.” He offered as he led her into his apartment. “I hope you’re not allergic to cat fur because it floats everywhere.” He joked as he closed the door to his home.

This was the first time (Y/n) had actually been into his apartment. Despite spending quite some time with Jaebeom, he had never really invited her into his apartment. They would usually spend their time at his studio or in (Y/n)’s apartment.

The state that his apartment was in, cat fur floating around and papers, a few clothes and a blanket carelessly thrown onto the living room floor seemed to be the reason why he didn’t invite her in. She ignored the slight mess when one thing excited her the most about being in his apartment; his cats.

“Where are your cats?” She questioned when she noticed that even the cat tower was lacking any of his pets.

“Probably my bedroom. They tend to hide in there whenever they can smell new people coming into my home.” He answered as he filled his kettle with water and placed it on the stove, “You can go in there. I don’t mind.” He glanced over at her and gestured towards the first door on the left that was left ajar.

(Y/n) slowly pushed the door open and turned on the lights, eyes widening when she saw eight pairs of eyes staring at her curiously.

“I found them.” She announced, not too loud as to not scare the cats that were sitting on his bed. She further stepped into his bedroom, her eyes wandering around the room. She caught sight of his desk, an array of papers scattering the desk along with his keyboard and his desktop setup.

(Y/n) continued to curiously look at his desk. Sticky notes were plastered all over the empty spots around his monitor. She read the sticky notes. Most of them seemed to be from his friends - random jokes and bad puns - while some seemed to be written by himself. One of the yellow pieces of paper caught her eye,

Continue that tune after the date with (Y/n)-ie.

A smile made its way onto her face the more she read his handwritten notes.

Keyboard after you spend time with (Y/n)-ie. She gives you ideas.

Don’t forget to feed the cats when you get home.

She let out a soft giggle at that sticky note before turning her attention to the cats that were on his bed.

“He really cares about you, huh?” She questioned as she slowly made her way over and sat herself on the edge of the bed, raising her hand to allow them to sniff her.

The first to approach her was the Siamese, cautiously moving closer to smell her before bumping its head against her hand. The Siamese crawled onto (Y/n)’s lap, startling her slightly at how quick it was becoming acquainted with her.

“Nora likes you already?” Jaebeom questioned with a chuckle as he walked into the bedroom with two steaming mugs in his hand. (Y/n) turned up to look at him,

“I let her sniff me a bit and she didn’t seem to mind me that much.” She shrugged as she turned back down to Nora, smiling at the way she was already settling in her lap. (Y/n) placed her hand on the cat’s belly and started to scratch her lightly as Jaebeom sat beside her and handed her one of the mugs.

“Nora was the first cat I got. She used to live with my parents, but I take her to live with me every once in a while.” He spoke as he looked down at his cat daughter. “Kunta and Odd were the next pair.”

He clicked his tongue and the other three cats moved over to him to crowd their cat dad. “This is Kunta,” He gestured to the Black Shorthair. “Cake,” He gestured to the Munchkin, “And this is Baire.” He patted his hand onto the Russian Blue that was quick to settle in his lap. “I don’t know where Odd’s gone, but she’s a Turkish Angora.”

“They’re all so cute.” (Y/n) cooed as she gently ran her hand along Nora’s slender body. “Like their dad.” She turned up to Jaebeom with a cheeky smile on her face. He scrunched his nose up at her as he sipped on his tea,

“Nora acts like me a lot. She eats a lot, sleeps a lot, and sometimes when my keyboard’s on, she’ll jump onto the table and press on the keys.” He chuckled. “Now that she likes you, I guess we have more in common.”

“So, Mark-ssi and Youngjae-ssi mentioned that you talk about me a lot?” (Y/n) raised a brow at him.

“Haha,” He let out an awkward laugh as he rubbed the back of his neck, “He’s just saying that to embarrass me.”

“I think it’s flattering.” She giggled. Jaebeom turned to her with an embarrass look in his eyes as he stood up.

“Well, they’re my best friends. I don’t blame them for wanting to embarrass me all the time.” He chuckled as he made his way over to his desk. “They keep me thinking straight and positive. Especially whenever they come over and Yugyeom leaves these sticky notes.” He pulled on one of the pieces of paper off of the wall and handed it to her.

“That’s cute.” (Y/n) cooed.

Hyung! Why did the bear have such bad mood swings? He was a BIpolar bear! :D

She let out a soft laugh when she read the note.

“He sounds like a very positive person.” She pointed out. He nodded as he pulled another sticky note off of the wall,

“This one’s from BamBam. He tries to do what Yugyeom does, but he tends to forget and instead ends up making Mark hyung angry instead.” He snorted as he handed the other sticky note to her.

“How many members are there in your group? I don’t think I’ve met all of them yet. I’ve only met Jinyoung-ssi, Youngjae-ssi and Mark-ssi.” She questioned as she read the sticky note.

“Seven. It’s me, Mark hyung, Jackson, Jinyoung, Youngjae, BamBam and Yugyeom.” He replied with his back turned to her as he read the sticky notes. “We’re like a whole family. They’re my brothers.” He turned to her with a smile on his face.

(Y/n)’s felt her heart melt as she watched Jaebeom turn back to his table to look through his stuff. She could feel the genuine love he had for his friends when he found a polaroid picture of them sitting under his mess of papers, a soft chuckle leaving his lips as he turned around and sat beside her,

“We took this on my birthday.” He held the picture up, allowing her to look at it, “Mark hyung planned a surprise party for me and they threw me into the pool at the house we were staying at while we were shooting a reality show.” He laughed as he recalled the memory.

“You guys seem really close knit, huh?” She questioned as she looked at the picture. Jaebeom was obviously soaking but he was still wearing the biggest smile on his face as he stood with his six friends.

“They mean a lot to me. I don’t know what I would do without them.” He hummed out as he leaned back on his arms when she took the picture between her thumb and her index fingers. “Yugyeom and I are the only ones who haven’t met our soulmates yet.” He sighed. (Y/n) felt her body tense up. His soulmate. She had completely forgotten he had a soulmate. His own soulmate.

(Y/n) turned around to Jaebeom, about to say something but his attention was towards Cake. She looked at his red string, watching the way it was floating ever so gently. She bit her lip and made her decision. He deserves to see colour.

“Jaebeom-ah,” She called to him to get him to turn to her, “I’m going to head home first.” She spoke as she stood up. Jaebeom frowned slightly as he sat up straighter,

“Already?” He questioned as he took her hands to stop her from moving away. She nodded,

“I’m a bit tired. Coco has a lot of energy.” She smiled softly, swaying his hands gently.

“I’ll walk you out.” Jaebeom nods, hiding his slight disappointment at her departure as he stood up and walked her to his front door. “Text me when you get back.” He joked and opened the door.

(Y/n) let out a laugh as she nodded, “Okay, I will.” She leaned up and pressed a kiss to his cheek, “Goodnight, Jaebeomie.” She smiled.

“Goodnight, (Y/n)-ie.” He bit his lip, smiling back as he watched her head into her apartment. He closed the door once she had stepped in but didn’t realise that she had stepped back out.

She stared at the faint red string that was floating out of his apartment and leading into hers with a dropped heart.

“(Y/n)?” Haneul’s voice only added to her despair as her confused roommate stepped out with her. “Why are you just standing out here?” She questioned. (Y/n)’s eyes followed the red string that was attached to Haneul’s chest and she slowly looked up to meet her eyes. She let out a shaky breath as the pieces were being laid out in her head.

It was Haneul

(Y/n) laid in her bed, staring at the ceiling with her legs dangling off the edge. Her phone buzzed for the tenth time that morning and she knew who it was from. She just couldn’t bring herself to talk to him, but when the door knocked a few times, she finally checked the messages.

JayBeee (ᵔᴥᵔ):

Are you okay?

JayBeee (ᵔᴥᵔ):

I’m bringing over pastries and chocolate

JayBeee (ᵔᴥᵔ):

I left them outside, they’re hanging from the doorknob. I hope you feel better soon <3

(Y/n) let out a sigh as she sat up from her bed. Haneul left earlier that morning to get to work which meant no one was home. Unfortunately for (Y/n), her schedule was free for the next few days which left her free for a while. Jaebeom knew that, too.

She trudged over to the door with a heavy heart. How could she keep Jaebeom away from his soulmate? But how could she just let him slip past her fingers? She opened the door slowly, making sure he wasn’t outside before taking the paper bag that was hanging from the doorknob into the apartment and closing the door.

Was it too cruel for (Y/n) to not let them meet? How could she have been so stupid in ignoring his string and letting herself fall for him. But more importantly, how could she have not seen the string whenever they were in the hallway?

Since they’re strings were still red, it was obvious that they still had yet to meet each other. But what was (Y/n) going to do when they would? She couldn’t run away like she did with Chan. She couldn’t leave him as easily since she knew that she had already fallen off that dangerous edge. She was in love. So goddamn hopelessly in love with Im Jaebeom. All because she decided to ignore the strings.

(Y/n) looked down at her chest and at her string as she stood in her kitchen. The black string that was hanging dead instead of floating. The string that had looked as though it had been ripped at a foot’s length.

She hated it.

It was a bitter reminder that she would never experience the bliss of being with her soulmate. She wanted to rip it out of her chest but she couldn’t even touch it.

The world was cruel and Jaebeom was a reminder to (Y/n) that it was.

(Y/n) munched on the chocolate croissant that Jaebeom had left outside her apartment. Her mind was filled to the brim as she contemplated her choices.

She could let them meet and let them be happy.

She tries her best to make sure they never meet so she can be with Jaebeom.

Both options were painful to her. She knew she would forever be wracked with guilt if she would never let Jaebeom meet his soulmate. She had to make a decision and time was running out.

Sad Ending || Happy Ending

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