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The Storm Before the Calm

~Ok, I'm finally getting on that MK1 cringe! Got ALOT of inspiration from these lovely creators and their combined arts of "oops, Kung Lao's dead again" works. And the brainworm is demanding that I finally put this into writing so, here we are! Once again, huge shoutout to these lovely artists who gave me the inspiration and please do check them out!~

@helsensm // @novicedraws // @randyzorra // @d3rpydoods

~Before we continue just wanted to put some mild context to ensure this makes sense. This isn't part of some long-winded series, so you might as well think you've flipped open a book and started reading in the middle of the story. Fire God Liu Kang starts getting deja vu as certain coincidences and events start playing out that are too eerily similar to how things played out during the MK9 game (Raiden getting a message from his future self and trying to interpret in time what that message meant to save the future - long story short: nearly everyone died and no one came out alright :D). All roads were seemingly leading to Kung Lao dying in his timeline and Liu Kang struggled on how to cope and deal with this. On one hand, he did not want his friend-…His new teacher…To die, especially since he tried so hard to tailor make this timeline to ensure everyone got a happy ending.

Yet, at the same time, he refused to stoop down to Kronika's level and start altering the timeline until it was his "perfect" utopia. However, his fears and suspicion about the situation become even more realized when Raiden gets gravely injured and the only thing that prevented him from kneeling over was the thunder amulet infused with his person (and some other magical shit, idk). From this, Raiden gains his iconic white hair, and this gives Liu Kang a heart attack. To make a long story short, Kung Lao ends up dying at the hands of the villains (In this short story, it's assumed that Shang Tsung is wholly responsible or had a hand in his death), Raiden is going through the stages of grief, but he's going down the same dark path as the previous Raiden, now becoming Dark Raiden. And Liu Kang has to finally interfere.~

Still confused? Too late, now on to the story! Next Characters: Raiden, Kenshi, Johnny Cage, Liu Kang, Shang Tsung, Mentions Kung Lao, Raiden's Sister (named her Fuji :D)

Word Count - 6,094 Ships: Raiden/Kung Lao - Hints of Kenshi/Johnny Cage

Warnings: Canon Typical Violence (but with less blood), Character Death

It was over.

It was done.

They stopped Shang Tsung and his nefarious plot; it was over. This was the part where everyone patted each other on the back, did a whole hoopla about "the power of friendship saved the day," locked up the villain, and went home. But maybe that time was lost a long time ago. Ever since…

Ever since Kung Lao died.

Aside from Johnny, Kung Lao always knew how to lift everyone's spirits, that didn't involve excessive Hollywood references that most of them didn't get. His self-confidence and pride always seemed to ooze onto everyone else. If Lao says he can do it, then so can we! It hurt everyone when he was unceremoniously slain by General Shao and Shang Tsung, a clean cut to his neck with his own weapon. And you know, it wasn't until that day that Liu Kang was gravely reminded that these men never had to experience death in such a manner. Each of them knew how to fight, added to the additional training they got with the monks at the Wu Shi Academy. But Liu Kang never taught them how to kill, to maim, to perform the one act no ordinary person should ever have to do.

When Kung Lao died, it shocked everyone. The only one seemingly keeping themselves together was Kenshi. Coming from his Yakuza background, he has done plenty of dirty that he wasn't proud of. But Johnny? Liu Kang still remembers the reviving actor's disbelief, trying his damndest to do all he could for Kung Lao, even pleading with Liu Kang on what to do. But perhaps the one person who was hurt the most that day was Raiden. They were friends, childhood friends…lovers, even…Liu Kang can never scrub away the scene of Raiden being the first to notice his friend wasn't getting up (he was the closest to the body) and slowly descending to hold his boyfriend tightly. Raiden blocked out the world at that moment; the rest of the crew had to step in and finish the fight while Raiden grieved over his friend.

And things were never the same after that.

It was over.

It was done.

Kenshi and Johnny already shackled the unconscious Shang Tsung and started tending to their wounds. There was silence between them as they repaired themselves, barely making glances to the other. It wasn't until Kenshi spoke up, pointing out that Johnny was wrapping the bandage wrong and took the reigns in patching the star up. Johnny didn't put up a fuss. In a small way, he's kinda glad Kenshi said something. To break the silence and bring back that camaraderie they once had before. Feeling Kenshi touch him again, a wave of memories started flooding back to Johnny. The days when the 4 of them (Johnny, Kenshi, Kung Lao, Raiden) were always in each other's spaces. Arms thrown over each other's shoulders, whenever they were in a goofy mood; they were always leaning against the one nearest to them. That intimacy, he misses it.

"There," Kenshi softly says, completing the last patch on Johnny to ensure it wouldn't get infected.

Johnny couldn't help but return a sad smile and nod, "Thanks, Kenshi."

Then the silence began again as they both sat in silence, waiting for Raiden and Liu Kang to return once they were done with what Johnny called "the super laser beam like in that one Marvel™ movie." When they heard the sound of roiling thunder, that was their cue that the other pair had returned. Kenshi was the first to look up to see Raiden floating high above them, with black clouds shadowing him. It was a near-terrifying sight. His glowing eyes and hair, the crackles of lightning sparking off him, and the foreign look of godly contempt that was plastered on his face. Doesn't help too, that they each learned some time ago who Raiden was before Liu Kang altered the timeline. With this display of power, Raiden might as well be a god.

"Hey, Raiden, no need to worry! We had this one in the bag." Johnny gestures over to Shang Tsung, still enjoying his dirt nap. "He'll be going away for good once we figure out what our version of Arkham Asylum should be for the bastard."

Kenshi scoffs and shakes his head slightly, but it wasn't one out of annoyance. He knows what Johnny is trying to do, lightening the mood.

Raiden, however, does not reciprocate; remaining still as a statue in the air. Kenshi stares back at Raiden, anxious about what the thunder go-his friend, was thinking.

"…Hey, Raid-bro, we were told there was a chance of blue sunny skies when coming out here. Care to move the dark clouds out the way?" Johnny tries again with being jovial, but Kenshi can hear the hint of anxious tension in his tone.

After another long silence, Raiden finally descends, but where he was going was toward Shang Tsung. Johnny and Kenshi rise from their seated area as they closely watch Raiden slowly meeting the ground. By the time Raiden reached the surface, almost as if on cue, Shang Tsung started to stir awake, perhaps thanks to the constant thunder cracking in the area. Shang Tsung was already a beaten mess, with dried blood and dirt caked on his freckled face. His brown eyes meet with Raiden's glowing white eyes, and he has the gall to smirk at him. The prisoner readjusts himself, sitting straight up as he leaned against a tree.

"Love what you did with your hair, Raiden." Of fucking course, Shang had to go there.

Kenshi and Johnny both do their best to not flinch and cringe upon hearing that, knowing full well that it struck a nerve with Raiden, even if the farm boy wasn't showing it.

And as if Shang was further egg-ing Raiden on, he starts looking around, as if he's expecting someone to be here, but they happened to be missing. "Now, where is that pompous, hat-throwing circus act you often dragged along with you? Called in sick?"

"That's enough, Shang Tsung. Don't let us muffle you too." Johnny was the first to speak on everyone's behalf, his rising anger apparent as he growled.

Shang ignored Johnny, his eyes still trained on Raiden, meeting him eye-to-eye. "Oh~, don't beat yourself up for his departure, Raiden. You can rest easy that he died a prideful fool who didn't know when too much was enough."

"Hey, shut the fuck up!"

There was a one-sided back & forth, Shang Tsung constantly taunting the quiet Raiden while Johnny was trying to get Shang Tsung to stop talking. Eventually, Johnny starts grabbing the sorcerer by his ruffed-up shirt and tries intimidating him into keeping his mouth shut.

There are benefits to being half-blind and wearing a blindfold. Kenshi has been looking head, seemingly staring into nothing and nowhere, but the sight that Sento gave him allowed him to keep his peripherals on Raiden. Watching him closely to ensure that he doesn't do anything stupid. And Kenshi would be right to watch Raiden because the younger man started to approach the arguing pair.

Kenshi steps in front of Raiden, "Whatever you're thinking, don't."

"Get out of my way, Kenshi," Raiden's voice was like a coming storm, eager to wreak havoc on anyone and anything that stood in its way.

Kenshi had to choose his words wisely, one wrong move or phrase and he will erupt. They've seen it happen more than once. "Please, at least let us wait for Liu Kang before-"

"Ha! Still letting that proclaimed Fire God lead you around on a leash, Raiden?"

Kenshi now physically cringes before making a sharp turn toward Johnny, "Shut him up!" Kenshi can see sparks crackling of Raiden and he further obscures his view of Shang Tsung. "Raiden, he's trying to get into your head. Don't let him!"

"He knew, you know? Liu Kang? For someone who altered the timeline to fit his "perfect vision," a lot of strange coincidences have been happening as of late. I mean, I became a sorcerer when I was supposed to be a beggar. And you were a simple farm boy. But look at you now, a master of the storms and the skies," Shang Tsung side-eyes Raiden deviously, "He must've known that Kung Lao was going to die."

"Get out of my way!" the air starts to pick up, his hair and clothes ruffling in the wind, and more lightning static bounces off Raiden.

"Ok, time for your muzzle, dog," Johnny approaches with a mask-like device meant to silence individuals who wear it. As he tries to place the mask on Shang Tsung, the sorcerer hits him square in the dick (a technique he has learned to adopt later down the line thanks to the foolish actor), causing Johnny to have the wind knocked out of him as he backs away a couple steps. "N-not cool, man! Not cool!"

But this landed Shang Tsung a couple more minutes. "He could've prevented it, Raiden. Kung Lao may have died at the General's hands, but you know who truly caused his demise? Liu Kang could've stopped it all from happening. He went through all the effort to neuter you and me. Because of his biases over a timeline that no longer exists! He claims that he "doesn't interfere with affairs" because he wants us to become masters of our own fates, but we were never in control of it to begin with. Liu Kang decided for himself what we should be; all I did was defy his logic and plan."

"JOHNNY!" Kenshi shouts as he tries to hold Raiden back, the young man now struggling to get past the blind swordsman.

"I'm working on it!" Johnny replies as he hurries back to Shang Tsung with the mask.

"I SAID GET OUT OF MY WAY!!!" Raiden screams.

He can feel it. He can feel the amulet infused into his body responding to his anger, his grief, and his drive for vengeance. The condensed storms locked away in that amulet desire to give Raiden that release. Kenshi grunts as he starts feeling shocks ripple through him while holding tight onto Raiden.

"RAIDEN DON'T LISTEN TO HIM; YOU'RE BETTER THAN THIS!"

"Liu Kang could've saved your friend, Raiden. You know this as much as I do. He has the power to do so; he simply didn't use it. All under the idea of restraint. That's what makes you and I so powerful. We're not afraid to take the power we're given and use it to its nigh limits. The one who you should be angry at is the man who calls himself a friend to you."

Finally, Johnny wraps the mask around Shang Tsung, silencing him until it's eventually removed. But the damage was done. It wasn't until now that Johnny noticed that Liu Kang still hadn't arrived.

"Where's Liu? Kenshi, where's Liu!" Johnny says as he anxiously watches the struggle between Raiden and Kenshi.

Kenshi doesn't get a moment to entertain an answer as Raiden yells at the top of his lungs, a bust of electrifying energy emitting from him, from the amulet, knocking both Earthrealm warriors back a considerable distance. The pair lang roughly on the soil in an audible groan as they jerk and hiss at the shocking ripples still assaulting their bodies. Kenshi was the first to slightly recover, but it must've been some time before he regained his senses because when Kenshi frantically looked for where Raiden had gone, he saw the thunder wielder punching Shang Tsung to a bloody pulp.

"Raiden, ugh! Raiden, stop!" It hurts for Kenshi to get up, but he ushers all the strength he still has and rushes over to Raiden.

Kenshi rips Raiden off of Shang Tsung and doesn't bother to look the sorcerer over (that's what he gets for running his mouth), keeping his attention wholly on his friend (and his hand on the hilt of Sento).

"Raiden, we've been over this. Please, don-"

"GET OUT OF MY WAY!!!!"

Kenshi isn't given a moment to calm the man down as bolts of lightning come arcing towards the swordsman. Kenshi dodges out of the way, unsheathing Sento in the process; the line of shocking energy completely decimates a nearby tree. The time for words was over; now it's time to, in Johnny's words, bring out the "Hulk Buster."

Raiden raises his hand to the grey skies above, capturing lightning in his hand before hurling various sparks at Kenshi. The swordsman goes on the defensive, dodging and ducking behind cover, trying to avoid actively harming Raiden. But the more he placed distance between him and Raiden, the more Kenshi was bobbing and weaving past his thunderous attacks. Kenshi would be mildly saved as Johnny surprises Raiden by grabbing him from behind and trying to restrain him.

"Raiden, pull it together, man! We don't want to hurt you!" Johnny struggles to say, the shocks of lightning constantly snapping at him.

Kenshi rushes out of hiding and builds up momentum, hoping to get one good, non-lethal, strike in to knock Raiden out.

"Where the hell are you, Liu Kang..." Kenshi muttered to himself, slightly out of breath as he was exerting all his power into running and reaching Raiden as soon as possible. "Johnny! Hold him down, just a bit longer!"

"I'm-ACK, FUCK!" Johnny shouts as he feels another shock of electricity course through him, "I'M FUCKING TRYING!"

Raiden was howling like an animal, trying to shock Johnny off him. Lightning bolts were falling out of the sky as it struck the grounds around them, destroying everything it touched. It was almost like the lightning strikes were even chasing Kenshi as every bolt of lightning was always some inches away from hitting the swordsman.

He was close, almost there, just a bit more.

Raiden finally throws Johnny off him, elbowing him sharply in his face. Conjuring every bit of power of the storm, Raiden fried Johnny. The pained screams from the actor nearly shake Kenshi to his core.

"JOHNNY!!" Kenshi screams.

Raiden notices the swordsman approaching and disrupts his abuse of his friend to focus on Kenshi, redirecting the powerful blast and hurling it at the blind swordsman. Guided by Sento, Kenshi locks himself in a blocked battle with Raiden's powerful lightning attack, locked in a Harry Potter wand duel as Sento protects Kenshi from the attack. The mystical powers of Sento was able to withstand the ever-present assault, but Raiden was unhinged, not withholding the full potential of the thunder amulet. Then the impossible happens.

Sento cracks.

Kenshi quickly rolls out of the way and tries to get to safety before Raiden completely breaks Sento. But Raiden saw this coming, using his other hand to conjure a whip-like lightning bolt at Kenshi, lassoing him and dragging him to the ground, before giving the swordsman a devastating shock.

"Raiden!"

For once, the farm boy actually stops his assault. Leaving Kenshi and Johnny unconscious after constantly being shocked to near death. Raiden looked behind him, and there he was.

Liu Kang.

The Fire God stares at the scene in utter shock, eyes darting between the sizzling Johnny and equally as cooked Kenshi. Raiden, eyes & hair slowly dimming in brightness, keeps his eyes trained on Liu Kang.

'He could've prevented it, Raiden - Liu Kang could've stopped it all from happening - Liu Kang could've saved your friend, Raiden. You know this as much as I do.'

Shang Tsung's words echo in Raiden's head.

"...Did you know he was going to die?" Raiden, for the first time, speaks coherently. Possessing the soft voice that he's known for.

"What? Raiden, what hap-"

"ANSWER THE DAMN QUESTION!" In that same instance, Raiden's voice booms like thunder (even the skies above respond, crackling thunder in the distance with his anger), his white hair and eyes glowing brightly. "YOU KNEW KUNG LAO WAS GOING TO DIE, DIDN'T YOU!!" Raiden points his electrifying finger at Liu Kang accusingly.

Liu Kang's mouth opens and shuts before he finally answers Raiden. "...Certain circumstances and events that transpired hinted that Kung Lao could die. But not once did I know for certain that Kung Lao would meet his untimely death."

There's a long, silent pause between the two; only the roaring wind breaks the stillness. Liu Kang dares to break his eyes away from Raiden, looking for the one Kenshi and Johnny were supposed to contain, Shang Tsung. It looked like in the scuffle, he used that opportunity to get away, his hairpin lying on the ground dirtied with blood and dirt. Whatever Shang Tsung said to Raiden, it riled the former thunder god. Liu Kang kicks himself for being unconscious for so long. The device he and Raiden went to disable knocked the wind out of him and rendered Liu Kang out of commission for a moment. When he awakened on the vacant platform the device was on, Raiden was gone.

Liu Kang looks back at Raiden, the man's head now facing the ground, fists balled. The next thing that comes out of Raiden's mouth breaks the Fire Gods' heart.

"Why did you let him die," his voice cracks, and Liu can hear the tears Raiden shed.

"Raiden...I..."

"Even if you didn't know fully that Kung Lao would die, why didn't you tell us! Why didn't you save him? Or let us help you save him!" Raiden sobs, his knees feeling weak.

"...I did all I could, Raiden. I tried to protect him...But I couldn't shelter him. I had to trust that Kung Lao would make the choices necessary to follow his own path. I wasn't going to take that choice from him."

"How would he know what path to take if YOU NEVER TELL HIM WHERE IT WILL LEAD HIM!!!" Another sound of roiling thunder, lighting sparking off Raiden as he snaps his head toward Liu Kang. "You could've told him, us, what could've happened! You could've stopped this!"

"I did not want to burden you with the knowledge I knew and felt!" Liu Kang raises his voice, not to match his anger, but because the winds were picking up and the thunder was practically deafening him. "I didn't want you or him to spend every waking moment; questioning each move you took, each decision you made! I wanted both of you to become masters of your own fate!"

'He claims that he "doesn't interfere with affairs" because he wants us to become masters of our own fates, but we were never in control of it to begin with. Liu Kang decided for himself what we should be.'

"No...NO!!" Raiden shouts as he slings a lightning bolt at Liu Kang. A shot the Fire God effortlessly dodges.

"Raiden, please!"

"YOU CREATED THIS TIMELINE. THIS NEW UNIVERSE! YOU COULD'VE PREVENTED THIS! YOU HAVE THE POWER TO, I KNOW YOU DO!"

Another reckless throw of a lightning bolt, scorching a nearby tree as Liu Kang steps out of the line of fire. "Raiden, please, you have to understa-"

"I LOVED HIM, LIU KANG! WITH ALL MY HEART, I LOVED HIM!!! AND YOU TOOK HIM FROM ME! YOU DID THIS TO ME!!"

Raiden rips open his shirt, revealing the amulet fused with his person, a permanent reminder of the trauma everyone endured...That he endured...

"BRING HIM BACK! BRING HIM BACK TO ME!" Raiden's feet crackle with electrifying power as he lunges towards him, performing a move Liu Kang knows far too well as Raiden flies at him like a speeding torpedo, locking Liu Kang as they both collide into various trees.

Liu Kang grunts as their movement is halted by a large rock, but he's not given a moment of reprieve as Raiden starts socking him in the face multiple times. Screaming phrases that Liu Kang could not focus enough to bear their meaning. He's then thrown about in a large circle, and when Raiden releases his grip, Liu Kang goes flying again.

Liu Kang crash lands into a nearby lake. It takes him some time to gather his strength to swim out of the waters. He coughs and spits out blood, Raiden isn't holding back, the powers of the amulet having provided him with strength and vigor. But he was still mortal. Liu Kang can take a beating, but one wrong move and a bit of force; and Liu could kill Raiden. Liu Kang assesses his surroundings, mainly looking for where Raiden has gone or where Raiden could potentially come from.

Fortunately, Raiden's rageful cries gave him away as he came crashing down like a speeding bullet from the sky toward Liu Kang. Hoping to catch him in a flying kick maneuver. Liu Kang was able to block the attack, the force of the kick skidding them both further from the lake that Kang emerged from. There is a back-and-forth between the skilled fighters as each attack is swiftly blocked by the other. Well, more like Liu Kang was the one being swift. Raiden was filled with hatred and rage, his attacks were more akin to a wild animal attacking and defending itself.

Liu Kang had to hold back. Unlike Kenshi, who somewhat matched his power level, one wrong flaming fist and Raiden could be K.O-ed to his grave.

"Raiden, I am not your enemy. Everything I did for Kung Lao, I've always had you in mind! Whatever Shang Tsung told you-"

"Oh yeah, go ahead!" Raiden opened his palms and bent his fingers, colliding his hands on each opposite side of Liu Kang's head, sending shocks of electricity to his head and disorienting the Fire God as his ears started to ring. "Blame it all on Shang Tsung! Blame every single problem and inconvenience on the fucking sorcerer! Because gods forbid you take any responsibility for yourself and own up to the fuck up THAT YOU MADE!"

Raiden grabs Liu Kang in a crushing hug and sends both of them flying in the sky, high enough for Raiden to send a highly concentrated bolt of lighting onto Liu Kang; Raiden being able to withstand such powerful energies. Liu Kang screams in anguish as he's tased ten times over, and then thrown back to the earth below. Liu Kang leaves a crater where he landed and for a moment, doesn't move from his spot.

It took every fiber of his being and willpower to slowly get himself back on his feet. Liu Kang didn't even have to look to know that Raiden was behind him. Between gasps, coughs, and hacking up blood, Liu Kang tries to plead with Raiden.

"...Raiden...I don't want to hurt you...I know you're...Grieving. He meant everything to you as you did to him...But Kung Lao wouldn't want us to fight. Not like this..."

There was a long pause, yet again.

"Don't you dare tell me what Kung Lao would've wanted. You don't get to speak for him or anyone, like you always do!"

"Raiden-"

"You think you know what Kung Lao would've wanted when you knew nothing about him. Not like I did. Do you want to know what Kung Lao would've wanted? You want to hear it from someone WHO ACTUALLY FUCKING KNOWS HIM!?! Let me tell you!"

Raiden forcefully turns Liu Kang to face him before clocking him in the face.

"Kung Lao would've wanted to know how he was going to die so that he could prevent it!"

Another crack.

"He would've thanked you for trusting him with this knowledge so that he could come back home with me in peace!"

Another crack, blood staining his knuckles.

"HE WOULD'VE WANTED TO LIVE WITH ME. SPEND THE REST OF HIS LIFE WITH ME! HIS FUCKING BOYFRIEND!"

Another crack after Liu Kang weakly tries to block his other fist attack.

"HE WOULD'VE WANTED TO DIE PEACEFULLY. WITH ME BY HIS SIDE! NOT IN A FUCKING REALM THAT HE DOESN'T BELONG TO, FACING DOWN A HORNED-FACED FUCKER AND THAT DAMNABLE SORCERER! TO ONLY DIE BECAUSE THEY USED HIS WEAPON AGAINST HIM! LEAVING HIM TO BLEED ON THE DIRT!"

Another crack, an uppercut that sends Liu Kang stumbling back some feet.

Liu Kang spits out another glob of blood mixed with saliva. "We all can't choose how we die, Raiden."

"Yet, you chose for him to die there."

Something within Liu Kang snaps, anger was boiling. "Kung Lao chose to not listen to me when I asked him to not interfere, Raiden!" Liu Kang tries to hold back the poison he truly wanted to emit.

One too many times has he heard this. How Liu Kang was the reason Tarkat exists. How it's his fault that Kitana and Mileena's mother was dead. How it was his fault that Shang Tsung and Quan Chi were in deplorable working and living conditions. How it's his fault that Reptile and Smoke lost their loved ones. How it's his fault that events and circumstances that did not go in their favor, even if it was out of everyone's hands, was HIS FAULT.

He was tired of it. Tired of explaining his reason for not keeping the position as the Keeper of Time. Tired of defending himself against the actions and motives that others have. Tired of expressing how while he may have remade this timeline and altered events, he never once had it planned to control the lives of mortals; leaving their motives and fates in their own hands and suffering the consequences of doing so.

Red and blue flames start to erupt from his arms where his draconic tattoos were printed, his eyes giving off a godly glow.

"I already told you why I withheld that information from him. I wanted him to have peace. Both of you, to have peace." Liu Kang tries his best to keep his calmly attitude as he picks himself up.

"And how do you know he wouldn't be at peace if he at least knew what was coming!?!" Raiden spits back at him

"And how would you?"

Even with his soothing voice, he definitely struck a cord with Raiden as he goes for a swing at Liu Kang. This time, Liu Kang grabs his fist and twists it, not enough to break the bone, but to cause painful strain.

Raiden shouted in mild pain as he tried to swing his other free hand at Liu Kang. Similarly, Liu blocks the attack, grabbing his wrist and unintentionally burning him slightly.

"Raiden, I'm not going to say this again. Stop this." Liu Kang looks Raiden dead in the eyes. Despite his calm face, there was a silent roaring flame behind his features. The kind of look that screams "I don't want to hurt you, but I will if you give me reason to."

Yet, Raiden did not listen. He headbutts Liu Kang successfully, forcing Liu Kang back with a bleeding nose. That was the straw that broke the camel's back. In a fit of rage, Liu Kang yells as he punches Raiden square in the face. He didn't use his full godly strength, but it sent Raiden flying through multiple trees before slamming against one tree trunk. Liu Kang huffs and puffs, the anger slowly dying down and the realization of what he did quickly coming to him.

"Raiden!" Liu cries as he rushes as fast as he can to the former thunder god.

When he found his body, Liu Kang feared the worst. It happened as the old Raiden said. They were always destined to fight, to kill each other, and Liu Kang couldn't avoid it in this timeline. But the moment he heard Raiden's labored breaths, Liu Kang felt an overwhelming relief wash over him.

"Raiden! Raiden, I'm so sorry! I didn't- I didn't mean to," Liu Kang was stumbling over his words as he held Raiden upright, unsure of how serious his wounds were.

Raiden was going through the shock of it, breathing not only labored but in quick succession. Liu Kang tried to help Raiden match his breathing, to calm him down from the pain and shock.

"Are you," Raiden swallows between shaking breaths and stuttering speech, "Are you going to l-let me die? Like you did Lao?"

Liu Kang meets Raiden eye to eye. Raiden was bleeding from his head, streams of red running down his face with twigs and sticks entangled in his white hair. He's never going to let this go. Whatever Shang Tsung told him, it infected him like a parasite. As long as Raiden lived and breathed, Kung Lao's death will always be Liu's fault.

...Unless...

Liu Kang huffs, he never thought he would have to do this again, not since Shujinko. Liu Kang positions Raiden as comfortably as possible as one would be leaning against a tree with multiple broken bones and aching muscles.

"No, I want to grant you peace. I know that you don't want to hear this...But Kung Lao would've wanted you to find peace with his departure."

Liu Kang starts building up flames that run up his arms, performing the many monastic dances he learned from the previous timeline and the current. As the flames roared, they soon floated to Raiden and encompassed him. They never burned him. Raiden tries to crawl away from the dancing flames, believing them to char him to a crisp.

"Kung Lao would've wanted you to look fondly on your friendship and love, and seek to replicate that love with others. He would've wanted you to live happily, even if he wasn't there to provide you with that happiness."

"L-Liu Kang, what are you-wait...No!" Raiden's eyes start to water as he can feel his memories slipping. Not just the ones with Kung Lao, but everything before Liu Kang found him. His previous adventures in Outworld, in the Netherealm, in Chaosrealm, his ventures with his closest friends...The first time Kung Lao told him the three words, "I love you." Everything. "Liu Kang, no! Don't, please don't!"

Liu Kang, almost coldly, ignores Raiden's pleas as he takes it all away. Reverting Raiden back to the simple farm boy from Fengjian who simply wanted to protect and guide his village.

"...You are right, Raiden," Liu Kang says between paused breaths, trying to hold back tears as he committed the deed. "It is my fault. I shouldn't have thought that I could groom you or Kung Lao to become protectors of Earthrealm like you were before. I shouldn't have taken you away from your family, your friends, and your home in hopes of raising you to become grand warriors. I have placed your loved ones and you in so much danger...All because I clung onto a life that no longer exists...I'm sorry."

With that said, Raiden passes out from his injuries as Liu Kang finished the last of the memory wipe. Liu Kang stares at Raiden's slumbering body, and he can't help but scream and cry.

Finally allowing himself to grieve ever since that fateful day.

Fuji finished up the last of the clothes just in time when dinner was ready. She was having a hot pot this night, filled with various greens, potatoes, sweet potatoes, corn, radishes, and various mushrooms. All placed into a chicken broth seasoned further with a tomato and pork bone soup base. Fuji sits at the table with a bowl full of the soup and she does her best to not look across the table...Where her brother Raiden would be...

Raiden told her a long time ago that he was placed in a very powerful position and hard at work with Mr. Kang. He brings back money and unique souvenirs with questionable origins. And he always makes sure to visit her occasionally when he's coming back to Fengjian.

But this was one of the many occasions where the house felt too big, even with their elderly mother and father sleeping in the other room. She missed having her older brother around, for the longest time, he was her only friend. Her closest friend. I mean, sure, they were siblings, and they had their "sibling moments," but with him gone, she never felt more alone. But her being alone wasn't the main problem for Fuji, it was Raiden's sudden silence.

Ever since Kung Lao's passing, Raiden hasn't been returning her calls, answering her letters, or even visiting the family. Doesn't help, too, that none of his friends live in Fengjian, and aside from Kung Lao and Johnny's number (she's never calling that man, btw), she can't even reach them to know what's up with her brother. It's gotten to the point where she has saved up some money to take a week's vacation to the U.S. where her brother is currently working (or so Raiden told her).

Before Fuji knew it, she was already done with her bowl (2 bowls actually) and she saved the leftovers for her parents when they awaken. As she was washing up the dishes, she hears a knock at the door. Hmm? Who could be visiting her at this hour?

…Could it be!

"Give me a moment!" Fuji says hurriedly as she dries her hands; making her way to the front door. A tiny bit of hope fills the young woman. Could this be Raiden? After so long!

She swings open the door, hope and glee plastered on her face, but it quickly turns to confusion and worry. "…Liu Kang…Raiden!?!"

Outside was Liu Kang carrying a bandaged and mostly healed Raiden. "I'm sorry to come at such a late hour, Fuji. May I come in."

"What happened to my brother!?! Did someone mug him? Was he attacked?" Fuji ushers Liu Kang to enter the home and shows him to Raiden's old room, still possessing his old belongings even before he left.

Despite her questions, Liu Kang did not answer her. She asks again and again about her brother's condition, who did this to him, and why, but she is met with silence. She watches Liu Kang gently place Raiden on his old bed, and just as he came unexpectedly, Liu proceeded to walk back outside.

"W-wait! Liu Kang, please, tell me what happened! Who hurt my brother! Why did this happen-" Fuji tries to stop Liu Kang by grabbing at his wrist, but she saw something that shocked him.

Liu Kang's eyes were red as if he was crying not too long ago.

"…What happened…"

There's a long pause between them. All that Liu Kang does is slightly tilt his head toward her, his white eyes meeting hers, before saying, "I'm sorry, Fuji. Your brother has been relieved from his service…And this will be the last time we will see each other."

And just like that, Liu Kang left. Fuji watched Liu Kang leave, fading away in the horizon, with more questions than answers.

"Ugh…My head."

Fuji nearly scares herself when she hears Raiden in the other room and moving about. She rushes back to him and helps support her brother when she sees that he is still unsteady.

"Raiden! Liu Kang, your boss from the States dropped you off, and you're bandaged, and unconscious, and Liu wouldn't tell me why you were like this and-"

"whoa, whoa, Fuji, slow down! Start over, who's Liu Kang again?"

Fuji pauses. "…Liu Kang…Your boss…"

"Fuji, I have no idea who that man is," Raiden hisses in pain as his muscles start to ache again. It's only now that he realizes that he was bandaged badly. "Did he do this?"

"I-I don't know. I thought…I thought you would tell me…"

"Well, I don't know who I angered to get this treatment, but if this Liu Kang fellow helped me back home, I'm surely appreciative. I'll have to lay back down. Can you get me a hot towel, please?"

Fuji helped her brother back to bed and gave him his requested towel, but she found herself staying in his room for the entire night as if she were a child again. She couldn't sleep as she was plagued with questions about what happened to Raiden. Better yet, the line of work that he was in that he got this terrible treatment. And unfortunately, she might never get those answers again. Raiden doesn't remember anything in the past couple of years, even seemingly forgotten about Kung Lao's death and funeral. His memories were missing and he couldn't give a reliable answer to what happened in his life past the day that he went into Madam Bo's restaurant after a bet with Kung Lao.

Even worse, she can't ask Liu Kang. Because just as he promised and foretold, they never saw Liu Kang again. - ~Holy shit this was longer than I anticipated. Also, I do not like Liu Kang's memories loss powers, but will I use it for the sake of angst? You fucking know I will bby! This is my pseudo-first fan work for an official fandom and I hope everyone liked it. Once again, a lot of this was inspired thanks to the lovely artists who contributed to the "oops, Kung Lao dies again" AU and I want to thank them for jumpstarting this silly little AU in this silly little game about beheading people with your bare hands. Sorry if there were some grammatical and spelling errors, was working on this throughout the evening and past midnight (quite literally 4:26 where I'm at lmao). I might make a sequel to this because I'm getting ideas of Kung Lao returning, but not as he used to be (Revenants in MK1, ayo?)~ UPDATE! I have now officially made a writer's blog so that this doesn't get lost in my clustered main blog! Any future installments about this and other writing pieces will go to this blog! @420thewritersroom

#Mortal Kombat #Mortal Kombat 1 #MK1 #Raiden #Liu Kang #Kung Lao

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inkedmyths · 1 year

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S2: E1 "In My Time of Dying"

Brought to you by hi, I'm not dead, just very sleepy a lot because of school. Finally answered all those anons, now an episode. Just for you guys.

This episode featuring: Dean's on strike 2 with the near death nonsense, Sam's psychic-ing needs work, don't fear the reaper, and Certified Dad Moments

Woooo recap

[ Kayla: CARRY ON MY WAYWARD SOOOON ]

WHSHSHSH THE RADIO GOING as they're like half dead in the car

Oop there goes the demon

Oh no the poor guy that was posessed

RIP Sam is the only one still conscious

Morning sleeping beauty

Hm. Maybe? Creepy empty hospital? Whats up here

[ Silas: color theory ]

Is Dean having one of them out of body experiences

HE SURE IS I CALLED IT

Cmon Sam aren't you psychic

[ Anniss snickers, having apparently forgotten what this guy gets up too. Yeah Sam's just sort of psychic and it's only relevant like half the time. ]

Dean's standing here like AAA IM RIGHT HERE GODDAMMIT

Sooo true Sam but like yeah it is important

Protection since they might be attacked at any time

Dean (out of body) judging their Dad

OH NO THE CAR

Whshshsgsgsv where's Dean is he going MY CARRR

Ohhh Sam are u projecting onto the car

Ohh Bobby knows someth too... what are they hidiiing

Dean is like I WANT TO BE ACTUALLY AWAKE THIS ISN'T FAIR

Oooough hes yelling at his dad... who can't hear him........

UH OH

Somethin zoomed by

Is Dean gonna have to outrun Death or someth... who dis

Hmmmmm thats not good

UH OHH

Oh they are fighting and now Dean can't intervene

OH Dean can knock stuff around!!

WJSHSH DEAN

Uh oh Dean

OH NO

Bitch slap it bitch slap it

Oh Sam is picking up on somthing now!

Okay so there is something haunting the hospital

Dean is going to literally be fighting for his life

Oh someone else is stuck like this!! Hi Tessa! Out of body funtime party! Trying not to die!

Oh whatcha grabbin Sam?

Whshshs now we are just vibing as out-of-body spirits

Oh the spooky! The evil spooky!

Hmmm

Whatcha got there Sam are u gonna put it on Dean to try and talk to him

WAIT DOES HE HAVE

HAHAHAHAHHAA

OUIJA BOARD THATS SO FUNNY

Dean is so offended and put off

"Hunt"

"Reaper"

Hough

Uh oh John is Gone

Ur a terrible father sir

[ Crepe says this is his highest point in being a father, which is terribly ominous. ]

Just a little light Demon Summoning

U h O h

ohhhhh

John buddy what the hell. Literally! Lol. Since we're summoning shit

Hello Demon(s)

MAKE A DEAL?

I don't like this but I guess we have to start somewheeeere

"You can't leave me here alone with Dad, we'll kill each other, you know that" wjshsj love functional families

"We were just starting to be brothers again" AUGH :((

WHSHSHS SHES JUST GIVING HIM THE STAGES OF GRIEF

Damn this is heavy

A Warrior's Death

Ohh. OH THATS HOW ANGRY SPIRITS ARE BORN..... Wough.........

The Colt for Dean.......

Hm? Sam and the other children? Whats the deallll

[ Crepe and Melon are hyping up the upcoming Father Moment. ]

Oh no! Oh boy! Im a fear!

I kind of like this Reaper tbh she's just. Nice. Talking people through their deaths.

[ Crepe says they all do that. ]

Yeah I guess the last one was leashed and pissed about it

OH NO

what the fuck

The doctor: Hm well thats fucking bizarre

Dean doesn't remember????

"Except this pit in my stomache saying something's wrong..."

Hmm

John: (apologizes and asks not to fight)

Sam: Are you good?? You okay???

(The answer is no)

GOD. Being about to die is one helluva wakeup call. BASTARD

Dean: ??? Fear?? Worried??? Dad what?????

Oh hes telling him someth

???

Dramatically drops the coffee

Howd u drop it upright

Time of death 10:41 AM

Well damn!

Great start to season 2: Dads fuckin dead!

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I guess that's one hell of a way to kick things off for the season, but damn. Like, after all that work they put into trying to find their dad, then trying to help him, save him... and he dies anyways. So Dean can live.

Crepe and Melon spent several more messages just roasting the hell out of John Winchester, which, while it's probably fair, rather took away from the emotion of the scene LMAO

So uh. Gonna be interesting to see how they go forward from here and what their goal will be.

So. Dad Winchester is dead, the Colt has been taken by That Specific Demon alongside its last bullet, and Dean and Sam are here and traumatized. Interesting.

#on the highway to superhell #spn #supernatural #what a fuckin ride #was kind of funny watching Dean wander around after Sam going 'hey. hey. look at me. use ur psychic powers.'#also need you guys to know Angel With A Shotgun came on while i was compiling all this stuff #thats a song u guys go nuts about right

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creator-of-calm-queer-chaos · 2 years

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SPN 2x04 notes

Aaaaand again because why the hell not

Ohh breakup chocolate, love that

Yes support your friend good

No don’t drive and answer a call

Aaaaand now you’re dead

Ohh fire intro

Oh boy closure

Damn that’s a fancy gravestone

Sammy what are you doing

Why are you digging at the grass

Awww he’s burying... something

Donald who now

No Dean’s just wandering in a graveyard

Oop Sammy’s gone

No nevermind just a tree

Ohh hollow tree

Circle uh oh

Temporary grave oh boy

Aww Deany is hungry for a hunt

Why don’t they just dig up and do a salt-and-burn

It’s almost certainly is an angry spirit

I’m gonna regret saying that

Ohhhh Dean is getting sentimental

Sammy yes it is

Denial is the first stage of grief my dear Dean

Dean give yourself a chick-flick moment

No don’t get a drink alone you’re gonna get hurt

Oh no the plant!!!

Yes queen take revenge on those who hurt you

Dean where are you

Alan Stanwick right

Dean trying to be emotional support

Casa erotica four really

Dean don’t steal a diary

Sam’s eyebrows :’D

Aaaand we’re gonna go burn a corpse

How do they dig such perfect rectangles

Aaaaaand coffin empty, no surprise

Ohhh uh oh you seeing her too

Best friend-turned-lover turned lover of dead people

Greek? Yeah Greek

Damn Dean the man just lost his kid

Living plants yes

Go to therapy please

Yes your lives are weird please go to therapy

Note to self: Don’t listen to bodies after they die

This poor kid

Oh never mind

Maybe knock?

Again with the counselors dammit

Were the plants alive or dead I couldn’t tell

I assume dead

Ohh basement fun

Ohhh we got a traitor

Why does everyone say something when they hear a weird sound

Like just make weirder noises

Ohh fight scenes

Scissors

You killed a corpse

Maybe

Nope

Why didn’t the bullets go through

Did you just leave her? She just killed a dead person

“What’s gone should stay gone” uh huh give yourself time

That no was so small

And he goes back to the closet

Mate I don’t think she can age

Yes she is totally trustworthy to stay in one spot

Whoopsie daises he’s dead

Stop looking around and finish the ritual

Satisfying gun click-click

No you’re a zombie

Oh shit yes Sammy run

No don’t run towards the graves

She’s good at cracking necks

Right into the grave? Nice

Stabby stab

You gonna leave the knife? Okay

“What’s dead should stay dead’ ha not for long

Get the hell out of there it’s dawn

Dammit Dean just go pat the stone and leave

BitchfaceTM Dean Winchester

Pulls over

Yes it is time for the legendary scene

I’m so excited

Lean against Baby

Aww Dean’s getting all choked up

Sammy going to sit next to him so sweet

Aww he figured out John sold his soul

Stop sucking back your tears and let them fall Dean

Aww so sweat

Wait no please live

I mean die eventually, I know you do

You’ll stay dead eventually

Yes get out how you were feeling

THE TEAR

IT IS PERFECTION

I LOVE JENSEN ACKLES

Oh that’s the end of the episode?

That’s a depressing end

Okay so I think I might do this every once in a while or go back and rewatch episodes and take notes but yeah. Anyway if you read this far I appreciate it, I honestly don’t think anyone did though :’D

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aced-tae · 3 years

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If Taemin was an important part of who you were growing up and who you are currently and you have no idea who you are or are going to be without him clap your hands

#taemin #shinee #might be going through the stages of grief oop #im fine #this is FineTM #[she said even though clearly it was not fine and she was spiraling straight into a depressive episode]#Its All Good Bro #also he's enlisting just so no one freaks out #and thinks worse

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bangtanloverboys · 3 years

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something sick & twisted (ii) // jjk

summary - it’s strange how one thoughtless decision could hold so much consequence. as now you’ve found yourself in bed with the man behind your corruption. trapped, you’re left unsure if you’re free of his influence or not. you want to believe he’s still behind it all, but you don’t know anymore

pairing - demon!jungkook x church boy!reader

genre - suspense, smut, angst

word count - 10.3k

warnings - kinda kidnapping?, technical discussion about the selling of a soul, demons care about consent, internalized homophobia, catholic guilt, smut reading, non descriptive dick sword play, reader goes through the stages of grief but not in order, masturbation, shame, voyeurism, degradation, name calling, orgasm control, ruined orgasms, sacreligious kink (oops), corruption kink, choking, face fucking, possessiveness, spanking, cum eating, spit as lube, explicit praying during sex (im sorry), dom!jungkook, sub!reader, top!jungkook, bottom!reader, gay sex, unprotected sex, crying during sex, dacryphilia, hospitals, doctors, police, homphobic parents, bisexual!childhood friend!yoongi, coming out, use of the word faggot, being disowned

author’s note - again, if you’re religious, i highly recommend not reading this. but thank you all for enjoying gay demon jk!! shout out to @crazy4myself for being the beta for this (ily)

tagged: @tipsydipsydo @anime-meme-sanctuary

part i

You don’t know how long it’s been. Time started to blend together the longer you were in the strange bedroom. Had it been hours? Days? Weeks even? You don’t know. There was no clock in the room; there weren’t even windows. It was getting harder and harder to tell, only measuring time by how many times you’d slept and woke up to a plate of food on the bedside table. Going by that, it had been at least 5 days since you were taken to the strange room and woken up to the stranger beside you in bed.

You weren’t able to stop the flood of questions that poured from your mouth. “What do you mean-? Who are you? Where am I? What’s going on-?!” You were silenced by the man pressing a finger to your lips.

“All will be answered in due time, little boy,” he chuckled, bringing his face closer to your body. His lips brushing against the skin of your neck, tracing over the marks he’d left last night. “In the meantime, this will be your room. I wish I could stay long and give you a proper. . . introduction,” he sighed longingly as his hand caressed your cheek; you resisted the chills that were sent through you. “But unfortunately, I have duties to attend to.” Pulling away from you, for a moment you missed his touch before you remember where you were.

You lifted up the red sheets, shielding yourself from his view to preserve what little modesty you might have left.

“Aw, you really don’t have to do that. There isn’t anything I haven’t already seen,” he chided as he sat up, relieving his stark naked body. You wanted to look away from him so badly, but you couldn’t bring yourself to. Wrapping himself in a robe, he loosely tied it off at his waist as he made his way towards the door at the far end of the room. “I’ll be sure to return as soon as I can.” With that, he vanished behind the door.

It took a moment for you to register what had happened, but as soon as you did, you leaded from the bed, ignoring your body’s screams of pain. You tripped over the sheets as you pulled them off with you. Running to the door, you banged on the dark wood. “Wait! Where am I?! What’s going on?!” You shouted as you tugged on the handle. It was locked from the outside. You screamed until your throat was sore and your fists felt raw. After God knows how long you spent shouting, hoping someone could hear you, your body began to give way from underneath you. Sobbing, you slid down against the door, curling up on the floor until you passed out from exhaustion.

When you awoke again, you were back in bed. Your body felt less sore than it did before, so it had to have been a while since the man had left. You stared up at the ceiling, your brain unable to comprehend what had even happened. You went over and over the last few weeks, trying to piece together what would’ve led you to here and what the man had to do with any of it. The only place you ever recall physically seeing the man before he appeared in your dreams was the night at the club, but that was only a mere glimpse of him. Even then, you’d recognized his eyes as the same that haunted your dreams, far before you even set foot in the club.

The only conclusion you could even come to was the cabin. That was the start of it all. Before Taehyung and Seokjin dragged you there, you were normal. Not a single thought of giving into the temptation of giving into your dark desire. That cabin was the starting point of it all. You tried so hard to remember if there were any specific details Seokjin said about the cabin or the supposed demon that was summoned there. If he mentioned it’s name, a reason, anything that could give you a starting point for knowing anything about your captor. Unfortunately, you recall nothing of him saying anything of the sort. Leaving you back at square one.

Each time you awoke, there was a silver tray of food. It was always the same: a small loaf of bread, a few slices of meat, grapes, and a chalice of water. At first you were cautious of it, as anyone would be. But as the day went on, your stomach growled, begging for something to eat. Eventually, you gave in, eating the food. Despite the little amount of food you were given each day, it was very filling. Leaving you feeling more full than you normally would after a full 3 course dinner.

Alongside a meal was a change of clothes and a couple of books for you to read. The clothes you were grateful for, hating the feeling of being so exposed, even though you were alone for so many hours on end. You were given dark satin pajamas to lounge about in, never any real clothes. It was annoying but it was hard to complain when the clothes felt so cool and soft against you.

The books that were left for you were. . .interesting, to say the least. There were no labels on the covers, leaving you to guess what they might be called or even about. Flipping through one of them, you stopped at a random point in the book.

Ganymede stayed still as the god king stood before him, naked. He held his girth in his hands as he pressed against Ganymede. He let out a hiss as the king’s member pressed up against his own, slapping it gently.

“My lord,” he stuttered out, trying to keep composure.

“Shh, boy. Let me feel you.”

You slammed the book shut. It was erotica. Even though you were alone, your face grew hot in embarrassment. You set the book down, refusing to read it further. With not much else to do in the room, you found yourself sleeping most of the day, dreaming of being back home and free of the perverse prison you were in.

You saw no one ever in the room. Not once did you hear the door open or clothes rustling when your food and gifts were delivered each morning. You were completely and utterly alone. Yet at the same time, you knew you weren’t. Every time you ever awoke, you felt that familiar crawling feeling of being watched. Unsure if you were losing your mind or if what you felt was true, you curled underneath the covers, muttering a prayer that you could wake up from this nightmare. However, you had a sinking feeling that your prayers weren’t being heard.

On the fifth day, you were woken by the mattress dipping beside you. Opening your eyes, you’re greeted with the face of the stranger above you. You froze as the nicely dressed man grinned above you wickedly.

“Hello there, little one,” he leered as he leaned down, his breath fanning across your cheeks. “I see you got my presents. Do you like them?”

“W-Who are you?” You stuttered out. You’d been left in the dark for too long, you wanted answered. You deserved answers.

He tisked above you. “Still asking those questions? They hardly seem necessary.” His lips were getting dangerously close to your skin.

“No,” you exclaimed, your hands suddenly on his shoulders, pushing him away. Surprisingly, he complied; moving himself to sit beside you, adjusting his sleeves as he did so. Sitting up, you scooted until your back hit the headboard, wanting space between the two of you. “Who are you and what am I doing here?”

“I am Jungkook,” he introduced, bowing his head as he did so. “And you should know what you are doing here, seeing as you’re the one that made a deal with me.”

“A deal-?” Your mind flashed back to that night, what he said before he kissed you: Give yourself to me and I’ll make it stop. “That was-! I was- I wasn’t- I didn’t know what I was saying! You tricked me!”

“Apologies I didn’t go over the semantics of a deal with you, but you were so desperate to cum I had to dive right in,” Jungkook tutted as his hand reached out to touch your ankle, but you slapped it away before he could touch you. “Regardless,” his hand retreated back to his side. “You belong to me.”

“What?”

“Oh, poor sweet Y/N, your soul was too precious for me to part with just yet,” he teased, his eyes darkening as they raked over you. “I thought you were going to be the usual, much like those kids that originally summoned me; curious of their sweet demented urges. But you? You are so pure and innocent, yet tormented by your own guilt and that was just too delicious to pass up.” Licking his lips, his eyes met yours again. “I couldn’t resist.”

Your heart hammered against your ribcage, unable to believe what you were hearing. You stupidly got yourself into some perverted deal with- with a demon? What’s worse than that was apparently there was nothing you couldn’t have even done to stop it? Your mind speed ran through several emotions. You were angry; at yourself, Seokjin and Tae, your parents, God. Then hopelessness washed through you as you realized that there was little you could even do or how you could even get out of it.

Hanging your head low, you muttered. “Am I your servant or something?” You almost choked on the words as they came out. “You're just going to use me for whatever you see fit?”

“Oh no. Not at all,” he retorted. “You are my guest. And will be treated as such,” Jungkook responded, “You’re to stay here. And unless you ask for it, I won’t touch you.”

“Why?”

“Why?” He repeated, raising a brow. “Because it’s no fun that way. Can’t exactly force one to give into their desires.” He chortled.

The idea of demons having a strange sense of morality was strange, seeing as they were supposed to get people to abandon God, forcing you away from His light. Yet it made sense? You had given into Jungkook’s temptations, begging him even. You wanted to.

“Anyways,” he huffed as he stood up from the bed. “As you’re under my custody, I can assure you that no harm will come to you,” he explained as he walked toward the door. “If you ever need anything, knock on any of the walls and one of my subservients will attend to you. If you wish to see me,” he paused as he made eye contact with you, his eyes flashing that familiar red again. “Simply call my name.”

Leaving you alone again, you curled up on the bed, your mind still trying to process everything. It all left you with a dark pit in your stomach, which only got heavier as you continued to lay there and dwell on your situation. Jungkook had assured you that he wasn’t going to lay a hand on you without your permission. That should’ve relieved you. You could ignore his advances and maybe, just maybe, he’d get bored of you enough to let you out of the deal. Yet that pit in your stomach knew that wasn’t going to happen. You liked it. You liked the feeling of his hands on yours, his mouth littering you with his marks. And after having that little taste of it, you wanted more.

The following days were the same: you’d awake to a meal, a fresh set of satin loungewear, and a new book. You’d fallen into a strange routine. You’d eat your food as you’d stare at the growing pile of smut in front of you. Attempting to resist their pull. Yet after so long of doing nothing, your mind grew bored. Needing stimulation, you picked up one of the first books that arrived. As you leant against the headboard, you opened up the book. It was a story of the king of the Greek pantheon gods falling in love with a mortal man. Upon realizing he must have him, he turned himself into an eagle and abducted him, turning him into his lover and cupbearer.

You felt dirty as you read through the book, finding yourself growing hard as you read the smut filled passages. In a twisted way, you could almost compare the story to what had happened to you. But the man that held you in the room was no god. When you finished the book, your cock was aching painfully; begging to be touched. Yet you couldn’t move as you stared down at the tent in the satin pants. You went to bed early that night.

On what you presumed to be the eighth day of being held in the room, you finally gave in to knocking on the wall. You’d realized it had been far too long since your last shower and even though you’d be given fresh clothes every day, you felt like you needed to physically clean yourself. The bathroom that was attached to your room held no shower, and not wanting to wash yourself from out of the sink, you knew you had to ask one of Jungkook’s servants.

Staring at the wall closest to your bed, you took a deep breath and raised your fist. You squeezed your eyes tight as you knocked twice against the wallpaper. A moment had passed and nothing happened. As you breathe out, your body goes slack. Perhaps he was lying. Demons are known for lying-

“Yes?” A new voice is in the room, directly behind you.

You screamed as you spun around. In front of you was a red haired man, who didn’t seem at all taken back by your outburst. Instead he only blinked at you.

“Is there anything you need, Mr. Y/N?”

“I uh, I want to take a shower.” You managed to get out, once your heart rate began to decrease.

All he said was “Follow me,” as he turned on his heel, walking towards the door. You did as he said, trailing behind him. You were a bit nervous as to what was outside the door to your room, as you’ve never seen it. You hadn’t even attempted to open it, not since the day when you first arrived. You’d figured the door was locked or something, as the message was clear that very first day: you weren’t allowed to leave.

The red haired man pulled the door open, not even bothering to pull out a key or anything. The door opened up into a long hallway, which he turned into and walked down. You lingered a bit in the doorway, not quite ready to step out yet.

“Are you coming for not?” The man asked, now at the end of the hall.

Apologizing, you hurred after him. After a week in the room you were finally outside, your eyes wandered around the empty walls as you caught up to the servant. It was then you realized that you truly never got an answer for where you were. Clearly the place you were being held was obviously some lavish manor, but you couldn’t even think of where in the world you may be. And from the lack of windows and decorations, you hadn’t even got a clue.

Turning another corner, the man in front of you pushed open to reveal a luxurious bathroom. The entirety of the bathroom was painted black, the only colors of the room being the accented gold faucets and white marble counters. Dead center of it all was a large porcelain bathtub. Glancing around, there was no shower in sight.

You watched as he moved to grab a few towels from the cupboard, he set them down on the counter as he moved to draw your bath.

“You don’t have to do that.”

Your statement seemed to have caught him off guard, looking at you a bit strangely for a moment. “I’m afraid, Jungkook insisted we’re to attend to your every need.”

You frowned at this information. “I think I can manage on my own,” you asserted but the servant shook his head.

“Jungkook was very clear in his orders. And I’d rather not upset him because some human wants to do things on his own,” he sneered in return. Shutting your mouth, you stood quietly as he continued to organize your bath for you. After what felt like hours, the tub finally was filled and you excused the demon.

Alone, you stared at the water, your reflection staring back. You were having a hard time trying to understand Jungkook’s motivations. It had been more than a week since the last time you spoke with him, surely he would’ve gotten bored of waiting. Yet you remembered the hot presence that clung to you the few weeks prior, it must’ve been Jungkook considering since your arrival in. . . wherever you were, it was no longer there. There was only one thing you could make of it and that he was in it for the long game.

Stripping down from the pyjamas, you settle down into the warm water. In an instant, all the tension left your body. For the first time since you were taken to this strange manor, you felt safe. Which was odd, considering you were possibly at your most vulnerable. But the hot water soothing your body, you truly felt at ease.

Shutting your eyes, you let out a sigh as your mind and body drifted into relaxation. However, since you had nothing else to think about besides the smut you were given, your mind wandered to that. Flashes of the different positions the mortal was put in, the feelings that were described. It reminded you of that last night in your parents home. You’d felt so good, so good you thought of nothing else but the pleasure you were being given. Before you knew it, you were hard.

Peeking from your shut eyes, you glanced down at your hard cock. The urge to touch yourself began growing stronger, and this was without Jungkook’s influence at all. These were your own thoughts. You had chosen to read the debauched book. You hated it, but you wanted to feel that good again. Eyes falling towards your hand that was floating at your side. Again you had that sickening feeling that God couldn’t see you, wherever you may be. Not to mention, you’d already committed a much greater sin than merely touching yourself. If you were already damned. . .

Closing your eyes, you allowed your hand to float over your crotch. You stroked yourself lazily under the water, careful not to go too fast. You let out a soft whine as your thumb slid over your tip, precum mixing in with your bathwater. It felt good for a few minutes, but it wasn’t enough. You sped up a bit, causing the water to slosh about in the tub as you tried to chase that pleasurable feeling.

You couldn’t help but think of how good he made you feel that night: How his lips felt against yours, the feeling of your cock in his hand, how full you were when he was inside you. Your free hand flew out of the water to grip the edge of the tub, grounding you as you continued to pump yourself.

“Fuck- J-Jungkook,” you hissed as you felt that familiar twist in your gut. You were getting close.

“Yes, little boy?” His sultry voice whispered in your ear. Your eyes flew open with a gasp. Bolting up right in the tub, you turned to see the man himself seated right behind the tub, you felt like a child who got caught doing something he wasn’t supposed to be doing. “You’re not gonna continue with the show? It was just getting started,” he asked, a devilish smirk playing on his lips.

“I-I didn’t mean to do that,” you explained as you pushed yourself away from that side of the bath, your face burning.

“Really? It looked like you were rather enjoying yourself there. Why don’t you keep going?” He dared, his eyes trailing down your exposed body.

“I don’t think-”

“Don’t you want to feel good though? Hmm?” He questioned. “Show me how you wanna feel good.”

Unconsciously, your trembling hand submerged back underneath the water to your still hard member. Every single fiber of your being was shouting at you to stop. It was one thing to touch yourself in private, but to let someone watch you? It was salacious for you to even think about it. Yet you wanted it, the idea of Jungook watching you pleasure yourself excited something dark in you.

You gulped as you squeezed the base before you began to stroke yourself again; the ghost of your lost orgasm creeping back up. Jungkook’s eyes never left you once, watching as you pleasured yourself in the bath, the water slowly growing lukewarm. You bit back a moan, but that displeased him.

“We’re alone here, you can be as loud as you want. I know you want to.”

A mewl passed your lips at his words. Regardless of how good you felt, it didn’t feel the same. You pumped yourself faster, water spilling freely over the edge of the tub.

“Fuck,” you whimpered. You were close, you knew you were but it didn’t feel the same. It didn’t feel as good. Tears pricked at your eyes as your gut tightened. “Don’t wanna cum yet.”

“Oh you don’t wanna cum yet?” He teased. “Too bad, cum for me.”

“No,” you objected. You didn’t wanna cum like this; half satisfied and miserable.

“I said,” Jungkook leaned over the tub, grabbing your hair and pulling your head back, “cum.”

A whine fell from your lips as you came, spurting white ropes over your hand and into the water. The tears that welled up in your eyes began to roll down your cheeks, the euphoria you felt that night never came. You hated it. You hated that you gave into the urge. You hated that it didn’t feel the same. You didn’t understand though, why couldn’t you make yourself feel as good. Wiping your tears away, you looked up to Jungkook but he wasn’t there. You were all alone in a dirty tub.

Back in your room, you didn’t feel any more clean than when you left for the bath. You threw yourself back underneath the covers of the bed and cried even more. Your stomach was in knots as you went over and over again what had happened. You wanted to blame Jungkook; blame him for the person you were becoming. This depraved, desperate whore; but you knew you couldn’t. Perhaps it was him at first, tempting you to give into your desires. And you did. You let him corrupt you into what you were becoming.

You don’t see Jungkook again for another few days. You don’t know if that was a good or bad thing. As on one hand, you don’t ever want to see him again. Because you know if you do, you’d give into his temptations right away. Letting him touch you, squeeze you, and all other sorts of things that you read from the continuously growing stack of smut. You couldn’t handle it, you hated how easily you let yourself fall into his trap. Yet at the same time, you liked it. It made you sick how much you liked how you melted in Jungkook’s hands, making you feel good and using you as he pleased.

Doing nothing but stare up at the ceiling, you wished you could hear anything but the thoughts in your head. The only time your mind ever quieted was when you slept. It was strange how not too long ago, you dreaded sleep and what came with it. But since that first night where you gave in to Jungkook’s temptations, the hot presence and so the dreams ceased. Now you wished you could only sleep all day, for that was the only time you couldn’t think.

Unfortunately you could only sleep so many hours. So there you laid in bed, staring blankly into the space above you, not even having enough energy to pray because you’re certain now that the action would be useless. Despite how much you wanted to think of anything else, you often found yourself thinking of Jungkook, who puzzled you greatly.

After weeks of torturing your mind; depriving you of sleep until you succumbed to his will, he stopped. Jungkook must’ve known how addicting he was, as there was no other reason for him to cut you off, forcing you to go cold turkey. That is until you ask for him. Which you did, out of your own free will, you touched yourself and asked for him. You could vividly remember his eyes as he watched you touch yourself, putting on a show for him. The way his hand felt in your hair as he pulled it back, ordering you to cum. Only to leave you alone and less satisfied than ever.

Days had passed by the time you finally worked up the strength to sit up in bed. Glancing over to your side, you spotted your usual breakfast tray and the small novel placed on your nightstand, where it always was when you woke up. Only this time, there was something else. There was a note. Reaching over, you pick up the folded piece of paper. When you opened it, there were only two words.

Feeling unwell?

That simple phrase written across the paper felt like it was mocking you. Rage slowly began to boil in your stomach as you crumbled up the letter and tossed it across the room. But the soft tap of the paper ball hitting the wall didn’t satisfy your growing anger. Next you grabbed the book, throwing that in the same direction, satisfied with the thunk as it hit the wall then the floor. But it still wasn’t enough.

Your sights landed on the silver tray; the same bread, meats, and fruits on display. You pick it up and throw it to the ground, the clanging echoing in the room. You pulled yourself out of bed and over to the small accumulation of smut that sat in the corner of the room. You picked up the first two books before throwing them around the room. Your vision blurred as you continued to throw the hardcover novels across the room. When you reached the end of the pile, the pit in your stomach overboiled with anger. You screamed at the top of your lungs, punching and kicking at the walls.

“Jungkook!” You found yourself screeching.

“Well someone’s in a mood,” said his buttery smooth voice. Throwing your head in the direction of his voice, there you saw him sitting at the foot of your bed, wearing the same dark suit you saw him in last. “What happened to my sweet little boy?”

“I’m not your little boy.” You pointed at him as you shouted. “I can’t stand being in this room anymore! I want to go back to my life! To my family! I don’t care if they hate me, because they can’t hate me anymore than I hate myself. All because of you!”

Jungkook didn’t say a word after you finished your outburst. “You hated yourself long before I came into the picture. A boy trapped so far deep in the closet, you were suffocating yourself.” His words were calm as he pushed himself off the bed, making his way over to you. “Do you really think you could simply pray the gay away? That God will somehow make you like girls? Or do you think you could simply fake it? Live a life married to a woman you know you could never satisfy or love, all because it would break mommy and daddy’s poor hearts?”

He stood before you towering over you ever so slightly. Jungkook was an intimidating sight, but you refused to back down. “I don’t care. I want out. Whatever deal I made with you, undo it. I hate it here. I hate this room, I hate those stupid books, and I hate you!”

In a split second, Jungkook surged forward. Grabbing your arms, he pushed you against the wall, pinning your wrists above your head. “No can do, sweetheart.” His words were low as he stared you down. “Like it or not, that contract was binding. I own you.”

You tried your damndest to focus on his words, racking your brain for some sort of comeback, but your mind was overwhelmed with thoughts of Jungkook. How tight his grip on you was, how his face was inches away from yours. Looking into his eyes, you could see the faint red glow you’d seen those few times. You weren’t strong enough to resist him. You swallowed thickly as his face slowly morphed from a sneer into a smirk.

“Oh, do you like it when I’m rough with you?” He asked, raising a brow.

“N-No.”

Jungkook tisked as one of his hands dropped from where he was holding you. Gently, his fingers caressed your cheeks. You stiffened the second his rough pads traced down the exposed skin of your neck. Inhaling sharply as the palm of his hand covered the base of your throat. A wicked grin was plastered on his face as he gave an experimental squeeze, eliciting a whimper from you. “There it is. There’s my little boy.”

You didn’t have the strength in you to deny it again. All you could do was clamp your mouth shut, refusing to give him any further satisfaction. Taking notice of your antics, Jungkook’s hand left your neck, only to immediately cup your hardening cock.

“You’re not gonna try and pull that shit again, are you? Denying me your sweet noises?” He taunted as he squeezed you through the satin pajamas. A moan fell from your lips as you leaned your head back against the wall. “Now I’m gonna ask you again, do you like it when I’m rough with you? Use you as my own personal toy?”

You squeezed your eyes shut as you shook your head, still not wanting to admit it.

“Stop lying to me,” Jungkook growled, shoving his hand beneath the waistband and touching you directly. You hissed as his thumb swiped over your leaking tip. “You like it. Tell me, should I have fucked you harder then? Maybe spank your little ass until it’s glowing red with my handprint?”

The image he painted in your mind had you bucking up into his hand as he pumped you. You couldn’t resist him, no matter how hard you tried. Jungkook’s influence on you was too strong. Unless it wasn’t his influence anymore and it was all you, finally giving into your desires. Regardless of whether or not it was him, you found yourself nodding at his words.

As soon as he received your confirmation, he pulled his hand out of your pants and away from you. A whine fell from your lips at the loss of his touch. Opening your eyes, you find yourself staring at Jungkook, who was unbuckling his pants.

“On your knees.”

Immediately, you followed the order. Sinking down to the floor, you’re now level with his fully erect cock as he pulled it from it’s cloth confinements. It was just as you remembered, long and thick and it had your mouth watering. You could feel yourself growing harder just looking at it.

“Open up,” he instructed.

“I’ve never-”

“I said,” Jungkook cut off your protest, “open up.”

Obediently, you let your jaw fall open. Once your lips had parted, he already began sliding his length in. It was barely halfway in when you began to choke on it. Eyes watering, you looked up at Jungkook. He was staring at you from above, a smirk fully on display as he watched you gag around his cock.

When you placed a hand on his thigh to try and slow him down, he tutted at you. “You can do it. Relax your throat like a good little whore and take it.”

Focusing on breathing through your nose as he pushed the last of his cock past your lips. It took everything in your to not gag as his tip hit the back of your throat. Jungkook let out a sigh as he simply held your head still, keeping your nose buried against his pelvis. After God knows how long he kept you there, he began to pull out. Your muscles started to relax at the thought of it being over, and you let out a small sigh of relief as the majority of his cock left your mouth. Unfortunately for you, Jungkook wasn’t quite done with you yet and he thrusted his dick back into your mouth. You gagged around the sudden intrusion, your throat constricting around him.

“That’s it, take my cock like the slut you are,” he mumbled as he fucked your throat raw. Unable to blink back the tears any longer, they began to roll down your cheeks. Looking down at you, the sight only seemed to spurred him on. “You like me fucking your mouth? Choking on my fat cock?” You weren’t sure if the question was rhetorical or not, seeing as you were unable to respond with him thrusting himself in and out of your mouth, but you hummed, hoping that would be answer enough.

As he continued, you felt your own cock straining against your pajama pants, begging for attention. Carefully as you could, your hand slowly drifted down towards your crotch, palming it once you came in contact with the smooth fabric. You moaned around him as you touched yourself, not even caring any more of how dirty you’d feel afterwards. However, your little deviance didn’t go unnoticed by Jungkook as he ripped himself away from you, leaving you coughing at the sudden action.

“Did I fucking say you could touch yourself?” He snarled, grabbing you by the shirt, forcing you to your feet. Your eyes widened as your face grew hot from embarrassment. “Did I?”

“No.” Your voice was hoarse and barely audible.

“That’s right, I didn’t.” As he spoke, he ripped off the pajama shirt you were wearing, sending buttons flying across the room. “You do as I say now, got it?”

“Yes,” you croaked.

“Good. Take off your pants and get on the bed,” he ordered.

You scrambled back over to the bed, tripping over yourself as you tried to walk and pull the pants off at the same time. Fully naked, you sat yourself on the bed meeting Jungkook’s dark eyes. He must’ve undressed while you were practically running towards the bed as he was just as naked as you were now. As he walked towards you, you took notice that he held his belt in his hands. You gulped at the thought of what he was going to do with it.

“On your back, hands up,” he directed. You followed suit, holding on to the bedframe. Leaning over you, Jungkook took his belt and looped it around your hands, securing it to the frame. Done with that, he stepped back and admired the view. You shivered under his lustful gaze. “Now what should I do with you, little boy? I could leave you here, all tied up and horny. After all you did yell at me and lie to me, maybe you deserve a little punishment.”

“N-No!” Your eyes went wide as you tugged on the restraints. The mere thought of being left alone and unable to help yourself was unthinkable. “Please. I’m sorry for lying and yelling at you. Please don’t punish me.”

In a blink of an eye, Jungkook was above you. “That’s what I like to hear.” Then his lips met yours, kissing you at a bruising pace. You let yourself be completely and utterly consumed by Jungkook. He was all you could taste, see, smell. He was everywhere as he kissed you. His large hands dragged down the column of your throat, generating a moan from you, thinking he’s going to choke you again. Only he didn’t. His hand continued to travel south; making a small detour at your nipples, pinching and twisting at them to see what other noises you could make for him.

His hand brushed past your aching cock, barely even touching it. You squirmed under him, hoping he’d do something- anything to touch you. Jungkook only chuckled at your poor attempt. He only stopped when his fingers brushed against your asshole, reaching their final destination. He pushed gently at the ring of muscles, teasing you. Jungkook pulled away for a moment, his hand disappearing from you. You opened your eyes just in time to see him spit onto his fingers, ready to prep you.

Catching your stare as his hand returned to your hole, he smirked at you, saying nothing. He leaned down again, pressing his mouth against the skin of your neck, sucking back the red and purple marks that had faded so long ago.

Jungkook’s fingers had worked you open enough to take a finger. He pumped the digit in and out of you slowly, causing you to buck up into him. Only prompting him to push in another, and another. You felt so full of his fingers, but it wasn’t enough. You wanted more. You wanted him inside you again.

“More. Please, more,” you begged, breathless.

“You want more? You want me to fuck you open with my cock, split you open?” His breath was hot against your skin.

“Fuck yes, please.”

Jungkook drew back from you, staring down at the horny and desperate mess that was you. Cock in hand, he pressed his tip up to your entrance. Above you, he opened his mouth and you watched in slow motion as a glob of saliva fell from his lips and hit your hole as slowly pushed himself inside you.

“Fuck, still so fucking tight,” he huffed as he was now fully sheathed in you, stretching you out. He stayed there for a moment, before he began thrusting. Each thrust of his hips had your eyes rolling in the back of your head with pleasure. “I’m still mad at you for yelling at me earlier.”

“I’m sorry,” you cried, gripping tight to the bed frame. “I’m so sorry for yelling at you. P-please, forgive me.”

“You want me to forgive you?” He asked, as he slowed his pace. “And what, you’ll do anything for me to forgive you?”

The whole scene felt very similar to that first night in your room, the night you unknowingly made a deal with the devil.

“Anything.”

That wicked grin grew on his face once again as he said one word. “Pray.”

At that moment it felt like all the air had been sucked out of your lungs. You stared at him with wide eyes, hoping you misheard him. “W-what?”

“I want you to pray to your Lord and Savior on my cock.” He said as he pressed hot kisses along your neck. “You want me to forgive you right? Do that for me, little boy. Or you’ll never cum ever again.”

Tears welled up in your eyes once again at his threat. No, you couldn’t let that happen. You opened your mouth but the words were heavy on your tongue, unable to speak them. With a quick snap of his hips, a whimper fell from your lips instead.

“Come on, I’ve heard you. You could do better than that,” he taunted, his eyes flickering red once again.

Racking your brain, you rapidly searched for a prayer until you recalled the Prayer of Forgiveness. “O-O Lord, Jesus Christ, Redeemer and Savior, forgive my sins,” you began, your voice trembling. Once you started, Jungkook began pounding into you once again. Each time you fumbled over your words, he delivered a swift spank to your ass, telling you to start again. The tears you struggled to hold back fell freely again with the sting of his hand. “Count not my transgressions, but rather my tears of repentance,” you blubbered.

“That’s it, little boy, keep going,” he urged, his breath hot against your ears.

“-my sorrow for the offenses I have committed against You.” You felt your dick slap against your stomach with each thrust, begging to be touched. Tugging on the restraints, you wanted nothing more than to touch yourself or for perhaps Jungkook to play with your weeping cock. But he was seemingly more occupied, staring at you as you finished the prayer.

“Keep going,” he continued to goad you on, not giving up.

With a whine, you continued praying. “Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name.” As each word fell from your lips, the coil in your stomach grew tighter. “-and forgive us our tresspasses- fuck, Jungkook please!” You cried out.

Another deafening spank was delivered to your ass. “Finish it,” he hissed.

Squeezing your eyes shut as you focused on the last lines of the prayer. “And lead us not into temptation, b-but deliver us from evil.”

“Do you think your Lord forgives you?”

“No,” you sniveled, shaking your head.

“Oh, and why is that?” He teased as he lowered his hand to between you, grabbing hold of your neglected cock.

“B-because I’m a sinner. A dirty whore,” you gasped as Jungkook’s hand pumped you, the coil growing even tighter, ready to snap.

“Fuck yes,” Jungkook groaned, thrusting harder into you. “Yes you are, and you’re mine,” he growled. The harder he went, the more tears he managed to spur out, rolling down your cheeks to soak the bed sheets below you.

“I-I’m gonna-”

“You’re gonna cum? Cum for me, like the filthy little whore you are.”

His words triggered your organsm, overwhelming pleasure washed over you in waves as cum spurted out of your cock and all over your lower stomach. Jungkook never ceased his pounding, only increasing his speed. “T-Too much!” You sobbed out as your body started twitching from the overstimulation.

“Shush.” Jungkook pulled his cum covered hand from your spent dick and shoved two fingers into your mouth. “Taste yourself while you milk my cock.” Tasting your salty release had you subconsciously squeezing around him. His thrusts were growing more and more sloppy. And with one, two, three snaps of his hips, he came, filling you up with his hot cum. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he finished, collapsing on top of you. Your bodies all hot and sticky, as cum and sweat mixed together. “Good boy.” He pressed a kiss to your cheek as he pulled his softening cock from you.

Every muscle in your body ached, the slightest movement having you wince. Jungkook merely chuckled at you as he unbuckled his belt, releasing you. Your arms flopped back down at your side, barely looking at them but you’re sure your wrists are red as your ass. Struggling to stay awake, your eyes fluttered shut. You’re in and out of consciousness for a few minutes. You could hear Jungkook leaving the bed to pick up a cloth, wiping you clean of the cum off your chest, but leaving your asshole alone, leaking his cum onto the sheets. The bed dips beside you and you feel a pair of lips against yours, kissing you. The action had your stomach twisting in a knot, but you returned it, tired as you were.

The last words you heard before the world around you completely faded away were, “I’ll be back for you soon.” You assume he’s simply going to leave you alone again, like he did the first night you found yourself in the room, so you think nothing of it. You let yourself drift off into a dreamless sleep, too exhausted to think any further on it or even acknowledge that once again you committed a mortal sin.

Turning in your sleep, you noticed the bed felt different. It was hard and stiff, not the soft firm mattress you became familiar with. Then there was the smell; the stench of rotting wood, dirt, and feces filled your nostrils. Scrunching your nose, you cracked open one eye. Some small part of you had hoped that when you awoke that Jungkook would be there beside you, ready to ravish you all over again. Only when your vision came into focus, you weren’t even greeted with the lavish room.

It was the cabin.

Fully awake now, you bolted upright. You gawked at your surroundings, rubbing your eyes unsure if your mind was playing tricks on you. But it wasn’t. The same spray painted pentagrams were on the wall, even the fallen taxidermied deer head was still in the same place it had fallen. Everything was the exact same as you remember it from that night Seokjin and Taehyung dragged you here. A night that felt like a lifetime ago now.

For a moment you pondered if everything that happened since then even really happened. That your roommates left you for dead in this cabin after you freaked out. But when you looked down at your clothes, you were wearing only your boxers. The very pair you wore when Jungkook revealed himself to you before you sold him your soul. Even stranger, was the marks that he had only left last night. So whatever happened to you did happen. You weren’t crazy or making it up. You should be relieved that you were finally free. No longer trapped in that room where you were subject to his manipulation. But you couldn’t help but wonder why? Why did he let you go after so long? Why here? Then there were the last words he said to you, was he going to come back for you? If so, how soon?

All those questions raced through your head as you sat there before finally making the decision to get out of there. Taking a deep breath, you pushed yourself up to your feet. Your legs were shaky, but you maintained your balance by carefully placing your hand on the wall. Watching your step, you made your way to the door of the cabin. It opened with a loud creak, letting the sunlight pour into the dark room. For the first time in God knows how long, you stepped out into the sun. Breathing in the fresh air, you let out a sigh as the sun warmed your skin, not caring for the marks that littered your skin.

You wandered down some trail for a few hours before you came across a couple of hikers, who nearly let out a scream when they saw you. One of them rushed for you, ready to help steady you and get you off your feet, which were already starting to bleed from some sharp rocks you tripped on. The other stared at you intently as her partner called the emergency services, like she was trying to recognize your face. They bombard you with questions but your mind and body were too overwhelmed with what was going on and still reeling from the experience, that you passed out.

Apparently the other hiker did recognize you as your face had been plastered all over the news and missing posters of you were taped up all over the city. You’d been missing for nearly three weeks.

When you awoke, you were in the hospital, greeted with the tired faces of your mother and father. Your mom looked as if she hadn’t slept the entire time you were gone, and your father looked disheveled. Both of their faces looked near unfamiliar, you’re unsure if it was because you were gone so long or if you’ve never seen them that way before.

“Oh, my baby boy,” your mom cried as she hugged you, wrapping your arms around your shoulders. You stiffened at her touch, gently patting her back in return as she sobbed into the hospital gown you were wearing.

Looking over her shoulder, you met your father’s eyes as tears welled up in them. You’ve never seen your father cry before.

The next hour or so, doctor’s repeatedly checked you out, asking you to wiggle your toes, move your arms up and down, and so forth. Besides your injured feet, they were unable to find anything physically wrong with you. Nothing that would implicate you were kidnapped at least.

Throughout the whole process, you didn’t talk. You responded to their requests, but never spoke a word. Not to a doctor, a nurse, or even your parents. It wasn’t like your voice was stolen from you, or something was keeping you from speaking. You simply did not want to talk. Which made it all the more difficult for the police to understand what had happened to you. From their perspective, there was nothing to suggest you ran away and no evidence to support a kidnapping. Then for you to show up weeks later almost completely naked and unharmed, they were stumped. The only thing they knew was you weren’t alone, evident by the hickies that Jungkook had left scattered over your throat and collarbones.

“Come on, Y/N, we know you were with someone. Tell us who it is,” Officier Lee pleaded. You only stared at him blankly in return. “Was it a man or a woman? Older or younger? Did you know them?” You moved your gaze to the entrance of the room, where your parents stood right outside the glass, staring at you while the officer talked to you. Following your gaze, he let out a sigh. “Whatever you did, I promise they won’t care. They’re just glad you’re alive.”

“I don’t know what happened,” you croaked. Officer Lee's eyes went wide as you spoke. Turning to him, you continued. “And even if I did, I know they would.”

You knew you had to lie. There's no way anyone would’ve believed you anyways. One word about a demon fucking you into oblivion and kidnapping you, you’d be seeing padded white rooms for the rest of your life. No, this was the only way.

The officer didn’t look all that convinced, but took your word, seeing as there’s no proof to say otherwise.

A few more days passed before you were discharged from the hospital. Reporters and news stations surrounded you as you were escorted to your parents’ car. News of your reappearance whipped the media into a frenzy, having most people assume you were dead and gone. Against your parents wishes, you watched some of those broadcasts, curious as to what they thought happened. To your surprise, you recognized a few faces of the people being interviewed, mainly Taehyung and Seokjin. They apparently were suspects early on in your disappearance, coming clean about that trip up to the cabin. But according to the Channel 7 News, they were “happy their former roommate is alive and well. And hope to see him again soon.”

However when it was released that you refused to talk and denied remembering anything, the internet went crazy. Conspiracy theorists flocked to your story. Saying you were abducted by aliens and were experimented on, that you escaped from some cult, or you were a clone of yourself that the government made. If only they knew the real story.

Both your mom and dad were quiet most of the drive home, only saying a few off handed things to you about what you missed and how much everyone missed you. You only stared out the window, your gut feeling heavier and heavier with dread. It still didn’t feel real. Any moment you expected this world to melt away and Jungkook to be standing before you, laughing at you. But he never did. You really were out of that room, but it became clearer and clearer to you that things would never return to the way they were.

A full week had passed since your miraculous reappearance, and your mother wanted to celebrate your homecoming. Despite you shaking your head in protest, she insisted, wanting to show the world that you were okay and that everything could go back to normal.

Oh how wrong she was.

It was a small party, the main guests being members of your parish and neighbors. To your surprise, even Namjoon was welcomed at the party. Perhaps while you were gone, they must’ve reconciled, however he didn’t approach you, only smiling at you from the far sides of the room. Over and over again you were told the same phrases by the other guests, “We were praying for your safe return”, “God saved you”, “We’re keeping you in our thoughts and prayers.” It was enough to drive you insane, but you kept your mouth shut, only nodding in thanks. The real insanity showed up when Yoongi stepped through the front door and the whole room fell silent.

“Y/N!” He beamed as he made his way towards you where you sat on the couch. “I-I don’t know what to say, I’m just relieved that you’re alive!” He was only a few steps away from you when your father moved to stand in front of you.

“I’m sorry, but you’re not welcome here.” Your dad’s voice was stiff and emotionless.

Yoongi stared at him, baffled at his words. “He was my best friend, unless he wants me gone, I’m staying.”

“Well, he’s not talking so I really do suggest you leave-”

“No.” You cut your father off, eliciting gasps from around the room. All eyes were on you as you stood up. “Yoongi, I’d like to talk to you.” Your voice was still hoarse from going so long without speaking, but it still stunned everyone in their silence.

“Of course,” he glared at your father as he answered, then followed you out of the living room, towards your bedroom. The two of you made so many memories when you were younger in there, strange how things changed as time passed. Both of you stayed quiet as you shut the door. “I’m sorry if I made a scene.”

“No, it’s fine.” You waved off his apology, “If I had to hear another person tell me God saved me, my ears would’ve started bleeding.”

Yoongi was taken back from your words, knowing it was unlike you to say such things, but didn’t say anything. “Well, glad I was able to save you from that.” You both chuckled at that, before falling into an awkward silence again. It was strange how someone you were once so close to could seem like a stranger so many years later. “If I can ask, why did you want to talk to me?”

You smiled weakly at him as you sat yourself on your bed. “Right before I. . . disappeared, my parents and I were talking about you.” He furrowed his brows in confusion before you continued. “They were talking about how you came out and how you had a boyfriend and-and I hated it. I hated because my best friend for many years was queer and we were so close and it made me sick.”

“I don’t think I understand.”

“But when I think about it, that’s not why I hated it,” you asserted. “I hated it because-because I wanted to be you.” You looked up at your former friend, eyes watering. “Yoongi, I’m-I’m.” Your throat constricted around the words, like it refused to speak them. “I’m gay.”

The words hung in the still air. You held onto your sheets so tight, your knuckles turned white as you avoided Yoongi’s eyes. Having never said those words out loud, much less to another person, you were scared but couldn’t help but feel relieved. You feel a hand on your shoulder and you look up to meet his eyes. He said nothing, only nodding to acknowledge your words. If you’re being honest, that’s all you needed, for both he and you knew there were no proper words to say after coming out, especially after what you went through. Tears began to overflow, rolling down your cheeks as you surged forward to hug your former friend.

Both of you spend the rest of the party in your room. He didn’t ask any further questions about your coming out or what happened to you, which you appreciated. You were tired after going through so much, so you let Yoongi do all the talking. He talked about his boyfriend and how college was for him. On occasion you would add in a story, but for the most part he did the talking.

It was well past sundown when he finally excused himself to leave. You walked him through the door, walking past your parents as they cleaned up the last of the food from the kitchen. You felt their stare burning into the back of your head as you hugged and bid Yoongi goodbye. Shutting the door, you turned back to face parents, whose looks of sympathy were turned into frowns.

“What was that all about?” Your mother asked sternly.

“Can I not reconnect with my friend?”

Your mom gasped so loudly you would’ve assumed she was told something scandalous. “Woah, I don’t understand where this is coming from.” She covered her hands over her heart. “Your father and I are only worried because we don’t want you to be fraternizing with a- with a-”

“With a faggot,” your father spoke bluntly. Rage built up in your stomach at his words.

“Yes, it’s just we don’t want any nasty rumors going about you any more I mean, the police already suspected us and then the media,” your mother cautioned as she walked up to you, placing a hand on your cheek. “Honey, if they think you’re a queer you’re gonna get in a lot more coverage and it’s gonna look bad on us, not to mention the parish.”

Taking a deep breath, you shut your eyes. You understood what she was saying, but the words, while not directed at you, still stung. Jungkook’s words echoed in your mind, “Do you really think you could simply pray the gay away?” The taunt reverberated against your skull until your eyes snapped open.

“No. I’m not doing this anymore.” You pushed your mother’s hand away. You ignored the hurt look in your eyes as you walked away from them, trying your best to put space in between you and them. “I thought I could live my life without addressing or acknowledging it, but after what I’ve been through, I can’t.”

“Y/N, what are you saying?” Your father questioned, his voice cautious.

“I’m saying that I’m gay, dad.”

Your mother slapped her hands over her mouth in shock, you could see tears well up in her eyes in the low lighting of the living room. Your father on the other hand, you watched as his expression hardened.

“I’ve hated myself for years, and after all the fucking shit I went through, I’m tired. I’m tired of going to sleep, every night hoping that God would somehow make me not gay,” you continued. “But guess what? God can’t do shit. Cause He’s not there! He’s not listening because if he was, I would be straight and none of this would’ve happened!”

“Wait, I thought you didn’t know what happened?” Your father interrupted, eyeing you suspiciously. “Are you saying you lied to the police? To us?” He raised his voice as he stormed up to you. “Do you realize what you’ve done!?” You could hear your mother sobbing behind him as he stared down at you, red in the face.

“It’s not like you care,” you sneered. “What are you gonna do, tell the police? What about your image? Because if you tell them, the whole world will know that your son is gay.”

If there’s anything you knew about your parents, they would do anything to keep their public image intact. Anything they threatened to shatter it, they backed down from it, or more so, hid it from prying eyes. As the realization of your words hit him, he backed down. He turned your back on you as he made his way away from you.

“Then I don’t have a son. Pack your things. I want you out.”

It shouldn’t have shocked you, but your father’s words cut like a knife. Walking past your mother, you went into your room and gathered up some clothes, putting them in a backpack. You packed away any essentials you could fit, not even caring about items of sentimental value. You rummaged through your desk, you came across a familiar white card, turning it over in your hand, you recognized it as Namjoon’s. Biting your lip in thought before stuffing the paper in your pocket. As you turned to walk out the door, your mom stood in the doorway, her eyes red as she cried.

“Y-You don’t have to go.” Her voice wavered as she spoke. “We could talk to the pastor and maybe you could go to a camp-”

“No, mom,” you sighed. “I’m sorry.”

Those were the last words you said to her as you walked past her and out of the house. Opening the trunk of your car, you took one last look at the house. You half expected your father to be standing in the window, watching you leave, but he wasn’t there. You chucked your backpack into the trunk before slamming it shut. Climbing into the driver’s seat, you started the car and drove into the night.

You drove for hours, not stopping until you couldn’t recognize where you were going anymore. Not bothering to turn on the radio, you enjoyed the quiet, using the time to collect your thoughts and try to think of a plan. For a moment you considered calling Namjoon, but you were already too far away. With a huff, you stared out into the dark windshield. At some point in the night, you heard something in your backseat. Glancing up in the rearview mirror, you caught a glimpse of a silhouette before an all too familiar heat began crawling up your back. You didn’t say anything; you didn’t scream, shout, or anything. You kept on driving.

#btsghostie #jeon jungkook x reader #bts x reader #jungkook smut #male reader #jungkook x male reader #bts x male reader #bts smut #jeon jungkook smut #jungkook x reader #demon jungkook

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the-storming-sea · 3 years

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For prompts: Todoroki using every single Toshi-Izuku interaction to add to his "Izuku is All Might's secret love child' conspiracy board

Tfw its been like two to three days but Many Things have happened in that time. Oops

Uh, anyways–

"Dude. What. The. Fuck."

Sero, Kirishima, and Yaoyorozu stared, wide-eyed and nearly slack-jawed from the futon they currently sat at. Across from them, hanging off the wall was a large pinboard, polaroid pictures and newspapers articles with certain words and pictures circled in with bright red marker tacked onto different places, red string connecting each and every single one of those pictures together.

And in front of that pinboard stood Todoroki Shouto, one of the most powerful students at UA, son of the current Number One Hero, wide-eyed and wild-haired and probably, by definition, out of his fucking mind.

"Listen. I'm not crazy–"

"Literally everything that's happening now is providing evidence to the contrary."

"–but All Might is Midoriya's father."

"That's." Kirishima blinked, once, his brain attempting to process what his classmate was saying. "What?"

"All Might. Is. Midoriya's. Father," Todoroki said, slower, like he was trying to explain quantum physics to a toddler. Or to anyone.

"Todoroki, All Might's never been in a public relationship before," Yaoyorozu replied, slower. Of all of Todoroki's eccentricities, this had to be the weirdest one yet. "Not to mention, all of All Might's speculated relationships have been with men."

"Then at least one of his partners is trans, or he's trans!"

"They don't even look the same!"

"Then Midoriya gets his looks from his mother! They have the same quirk! They practically act the same!" Todoroki threw his hands up in exasperation, frost creeping on the side of his fingers. "I'm still right!"

"Bro, you've met Midoriya's mother."

"Artificial insemination! Adoption! Again, secret love child!"

Todoroki slapped his hand on the board, slightly burning the edges of one of the newspaper clippings. "Look, see here," he said, pointing to the clipping. Kirishima tentatively walked up, squinting at the headline. "Read this."

"'Mystery Samaritans Found Cleaning Up Takoba Beach.'" Kirishima frowned. "So?"

Sero's eyes brightened. "Oh, I remember that! I used to go to the beach all the time with my family," he said. "What's that gotta do with anything?"

"Look at this photo!"

Kirishima turned his eyes towards the photo, frowning. His eyes widened in shock.

"Holy shit, is that Midoriya?"

"Huh, so it is," Yaoyorozu said. "And...is that...?"

"YES!" Todoroki exclaimed, once again slapping his hand on the pinboard and startling his friends. "All Might, as he currently looks now, and Midoriya found at Takoba beach a full year before the school year starts. That means they knew each other before the school year started!"

"You repeated yourself."

"I know I know I know but why," Todoroki pressed, taking a deep breath, "why would All Might, in his weakened state before Kamino, be seen with Midoriya unless...unless that was his secret son."

He clapped his hands together just as he was finishing his point, clearly pleased by his argument. The three stared back at him, slightly alarmed.

"Or...maybe he just met him recently and they decided to clean the beach together," Yaoyorozu said tentatively. "It could happen."

"Or, or they decided to train for Midoriya's UA Exam together by lifting appliances at the beach! Or working out around the beach a year before!" he protested. "My father used to make me train by lifting up heavy objects ten times my size and pushing my quirk before the UA exam too!"

Sero frowned. "Todo, I know good parenting is a foreign concept to you, but comparing your relationship with your dad to Midoriya and All Might maybe isn't the best of ideas."

"I'm pretty sure Iida used to train with his hero brother in a very normal way," Todoroki nearly fucking pouted. The guy was really fired up– metaphorically and a little bit literally, judging by his floor. "But, but anyway, what I'm trying to say was that All Might, trying to make sure Midoriya would be strong enough for the entrance exam, made him clean up the beach because he was helping to train his son!"

Kirishima stared at him. "Bro."

"I'm right! Not to mention, why would he be in his thinner state around Midoriya if he wasn't his son?!"

"Maybe he told him about the weakened form back then by accident?" Sero said. "Todoroki, seriously. You're looking too deep into this."

"I agree," Yaoyorozu said. She loved her friend, truly, but as good as it was for Todoroki to exhibit any other emotion besides confusion and rage, this couldn't be healthy for him.

Todoroki groaned. "Okay, okay, fine. Exhibit B!" He pointed to a picture of All Might and Midoriya walking into All Might's office. "They eat lunch together! Who does that with a teacher?!"

Kirishima hummed. "Okay, I'll give you that one," he said, looking back at the others. "You gotta admit, that is a little suspicious."

"You forget, Midoriya broke his bones a lot at the beginning of the year just by activating his quirk," Yaoyorozu said, calmly. "As the Heroics teacher, All Might would want to make sure they can find a way for Midoriya to improve his quirk use without breaking his bones, so it would make sense for All Might to meet up with Midoriya out of class."

"But why continuously?!" Todoroki pressed. "Even after Midoriya got a handle of his quirk?!"

Yaoyorozu frowned. "Well, Bakugo meets with them now. Is Bakugo All Might's son too?"

"Details, details," Todoroki said with a wave of his hand. "Bakugo's practically Midoirya's boyfriend anyways. All Might probably wants to vet him or something."

"Somehow I believe that less than your 'All Might is Midoriya's dad' theory."

"They're going to get together, just you wait," Todoroki said. "Anyways, back to business. It's not just at school too! Even now that we're in the dorms, lately All Might will eat with Midoriya, alone, just the two of them!"

He pointed to another picture of Midoriya and All Might eating meat buns on a bench, no one else in sight, lightly chatting. "See! It would make sense if All Might ate with any one of us, or if there was a bigger crowd, but it's just those two! That's a normal parenting thing, right?"

"Dude how did you even get that picture."

"Irrelevant."

Yaoyorozu ran her eyes over the full board again, wincing internally. As...off-putting as her friend's efforts were, he did have a point. All Might's actions towards Midoriya were unprecedented of a teacher, Aizawa would certainly never be caught dead with any of them. And sure, they simply could be good friends who met a little before the Takoba news article picture, friends could be of all ages after all, but with the way All Might treated Midoriya daily, it was getting more and more likely that Todoroki's theory was correct. Which had some very interesting implications and also a media shitstorm on its way if it was true.

"And," Todoroki continued, now rambling as fast as Midoriya was, "did you know that All Might visited the Midoriya's to talk about the dorm system alone?"

Kirishima's mouth dropped. "Seriously?"

Todoroki nodded, eyes wide and a small smile on his face. "Aizawa-sensei told us himself back when he asked my father if I could stay in the dorms! My father asked where All Might was and Aizawa-sensei told him that they split up right before the Midoriya's!"

Sero's eyes widened. "Okay, I will admit that that's weird."

"I know right?!" Todoroki exclaimed, out of breath and restlessly pacing the floor. "Not only that, but All Might was one of the first people Midoriya texted right after he got his hero license. And Midoriya ended up interning with a hero who All Might knows directly and worked with Nighteye during his work-study who's All Might's only sidekick! And then Midoriya was invited personally to I-Island by All Might! And–"

Knock knock.

The group froze.

"Young Todoroki? Can I speak with you?"

Fuck.

Todoroki tentatively walked over to his door, opening it just enough to find All Might standing behind it, a worried expression on his face. "Are you all alright? The kids downstairs reported a lot of yelling, and I think you may have frozen and burnt through your floor?"

Todoroki looked back at his floor, which now looked slightly more like the training room back home than it did his dorm room. "Right. I can pay for that."

"No need my boy, just make sure it doesn't happen again or I think Aizawa'll have all of our heads," All Might chuckled. He then frowned, slightly opening the door more. "What on Earth is that?"

His eyes were pointed directly behind Todoroki, to the pinboard the high schooler had been deliriously gesturing towards for the past few minutes. Kirishima, Sero, and Yaoyorozu stared at each other awkwardly, shuffling their feet.

"Um...well, y'see–"

"All Might, is Midoriya your illegitimate child?"

The air paused. Everyone turned their eyes to the teen.

All Might blinked. "I'm sorry...what?"

WHAT THE FUCK, TODOROKI?!

"Todoroki, bro, you can't just ask shit like that!" Kirishima exclaimed, who now, like the many people around him, was going through all the stages of grief. "That's not one of those things you can just ask people!"

Todoroki tilted his head. "I asked Midoriya."

"YOU ASKED MIDORIYA?!"

"I–"

The kids now directed their attention back to All Might, who had managed to shake himself out of his stupor and somehow made his way to the pinboard. "I'm not...young Todoroki, believe me when I say I'm 100% sure I'm not Midoriya's biological father," he said, rapidly glancing back and forth from the board to Todoroki. "As...creepily impressive as this is," he continued, gesturing to the entirety of the board, "I've never had a child, and besides, young Midoriya's biological father works overseas, in America."

He pointed to the slightly burnt newspaper clipping of Takoba beach, looking back at Todoroki. "Is this about the Takoba beach cleaning?"

Todoroki nodded.

"Huh." All Might turned to the clipping, a strange, soft, thoughtful look on his face. "I didn't know they did a report about it." He turned back to Todoroki. "May I keep this?"

Todoroki nodded again, even slower, and a delighted smile appeared on All Might's face. The four students watched with wide eyes as he took the newspaper clipping in one hand and the pin in between his other fingers, gently lifting the pin from where it had been embedded in the pin board, lifting the newspaper clipping from its place, and placing the pin back where he had found it. Seconds passed. All Might rubbing his thumb over the picture in the newspaper with a soft chuckle. He then gently folded it, each crease careful not to tear the newspaper apart, before placing it in the pocket of his tracksuit.

Then, as if he remembered that there were other people in the room, he turned to Todoroki. "Ah, Aizawa-kun said that you had redecorated your room yourself, yes?"

Todoroki nodded, still stunned. "Perfect! The bots will be up here in a few minutes or so to repair your floor, and then refurbish your room any way you see fit." All Might clapped his hands together, a bright smile on his face. "Just try not to do it as much, alright? And please stop stalking young Midoriya and I. I don't know how many times I can catch you in the act before telling him that one of his best friend's have been stalking us to obtain proof of our non-existant biological relationship."

"You saw me?"

"Young Todoroki, I've been the number one hero for three and a half decades."

"Oh." Todoroki frowned. "Sorry."

"Just don't let it happen again, please." All Might took a heavy sigh before finally addressing the others in the room. "Young Kirishima, Yaoyorozu, and Sero, I'll be seeing you in class tomorrow. Plus Ultra!"

"See you!"

"See you tomorrow All Might!"

All Might left the room, closing the door behind him, leaving Todoroki, Kirishima, Sero, and Yaoyorozu in the room, waiting for the repair bots to arrive, silent and bewildered with what had just transpired in the past ten minutes. The four of them couldn't move, only the sound of breathing being proof that any of them were even alive. After what felt like several, long, painstaking seconds, Todoroki turned to his friends.

"Y'know, All Might worked in America for a while."

"FOR GOD'S SAKE, TODOROKI."

#thestormingsea posts #yagi toshinori #toshinori yagi #all might #bnha #todoroki shouto #shouto todoroki #dad might #mentioned midoriya izuku #mentioned izuku midoriya #mentioned deku #he doesn't take a part in this story but just in case ig #and then kirishima sero and yaoyorozu are here but they don't do much

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kpophours · 4 years

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Sweet Night (M)

➵ Stray Kids: Bang Chan x fem. reader / one shot, college AU, camping trip AU / fluff, smut / REQUESTED

➵ warnings: slight cursing, explicit mentions of sex (slight public teasing, orgasm denial, oral: receiving, slight choking)

➵ word count: 6k (lol oops)

a/n: after a few anon requests/inquiries, I decided to write this one shot as the second part to Way to You - you can absolutely read this on its own though.

I’M WALKING ON SUNSHINE, OOOOOOH! I’M WALKING ON-

Your eyes fly open as soon as the song starts blaring from somewhere beside you, and you blindly fumble for the alarm clock, thankfully managing to find the off-switch quite quickly. This very annoying clock was a horrible yet also kinda thoughtful birthday gift from Chan’s roommates, as it’s quite possibly the loudest one on the market, meaning it is able to wake literally anyone. It could probably even wake Dracula from his deep slumber in the depths of his castle somewhere in Romania. And while Chan might not be a vampire, he isn’t one to wake easily either, so this extremely loud alarm clock was the only solution your friends had been able to come up with. Which sadly means you experience something close to a heart attack every morning - or well, at least a few times a week, as you do still spend some nights at the apartment you share with Jisung.

You fall back into the pillows, heart still racing from the sudden noise. Pale sunlight filters through the curtains and into the otherwise dark room. You groan, blinking against the rays of light hitting you straight in the face, and turn around to cuddle into your boyfriend’s broad back. He hums, only half-awake himself, and turns around to wrap both arms around you, leaving a lazy kiss on your forehead.

Suddenly, there’s a crash from somewhere in the house, and you jump. Chan sighs deeply, and murmurs “Hyunjin, probably.” under his breath - it’s no secret that his roommate is a walking disaster. You don’t answer, only pressing a soft kiss on his naked chest. “How’d you sleep?”, he asks, one hand beginning to trace gentle patterns on your bare back. “Like a rock - which was exactly what I needed after my midterms.”, you answer, and he nods. “You more than deserved that, babe. I’m really proud of you, by the way. I’m sure you aced all your exams.”, he says, and you can’t help but smile at his sweet words. You look up at him, gently cupping his cheek, and kiss him. He basically melts against you, pulling you even closer towards him, and bites down on your lower lip to slide his tongue into your mouth. Before this can end in a steamy morning make-out session, there’s a knock on Chan’s door. He groans and draws back from you, expression grumpy. “What?”, he then yells, shooting daggers towards his door. “Just wanted to make sure you’re up, we’re supposed to be leaving in an hour!”, Felix answers, sounding way too cheerful so early in the morning. “Ugh, I hate morning people. Just once I want to get up in the morning without having to go through the seven stages of grief first.”, you mumble, your warm breath tickling Chan’s neck and making him giggle and wiggle away from you. “Yeah, we’re up!”, he quickly answers Felix, who shuffles away from the door, before turning towards you again, “Wait, aren’t there only five stages of grief? What are your extra two?” “Denial part two and astral projection.”, you answer, and Chan laughs before giving you a soft smile, brushing some of your hair out of your face.

“Breakfast?”, he then asks, and you nod. “Absolutely. I need coffee, and lots of it.”, you agree, and he rolls his eyes. “I swear, by now there’s definitely coffee running through your veins instead of blood.”, Chan mumbles, before jumping out of bed to grab his underwear from the floor. You just chuckle and follow him, but can’t seem to find your bra anywhere. “What the Hell…”, you mumble under your breath, twirling around once in a desperate attempt to locate it. “Uh. Looking for this?”, Chan asks and you follow his gaze. You both burst into loud laughter when you spot your bra happily dangling from the ceiling light. “Well, we had to be very fast yesterday evening. Clothes went flying, and quite literally it seems.”, you say, lips twitching while you stand on your tiptoes to get your bra, and Chan nods in agreement. “Very fast indeed - but we couldn’t let the others begin the movie night without us! We had valid reasons.” He grins and wraps both arms around your waist to pull you close to him again, giving you a quick peck on the lips. When you want to deepen the kiss, he draws back again, expression stern. “No time for that, we have to get ready, eat breakfast and you still need to pack some of your stuff before we can leave. And we don’t want to let the others wait, right?” You sigh and pout. “No, we don’t, apparently.”, you just answer, and wiggle into your jeans and turtleneck, finally ready to leave the privacy of Chan’s room and get something to eat.

The scent of fresh coffee and pancakes greets you when you arrive downstairs, and you inhale deeply. Felix is standing in front of the stove, humming a soft tune under his breath while working on making the tower of pancakes beside him even taller. He turns around when you enter the kitchen, giving you his signature sunshine smile. “Morning, Y/N.”, he greets you, “Slept well?” You nod and peek over his shoulder. “Yup. And have I ever told you how much I love you?”, you ask, stealing a piece of pancake directly out of the pan, and Felix tries to swat your hand away before he chuckles. “Shouldn’t you say that to Chan, not to me?”, he replies, and your boyfriend, just entering the kitchen behind you, sighs deeply. “She’s an opportunist, meaning she’ll tell anyone she loves them if it means she gets what she wants, so beware. I actually rarely hear her say it to me.”, Chan says warningly, and you shoot him a dark look. “Oh shut up, that’s so not true. I tell you I love you at least once or twice a day, you needy baby.”, you grumble, and just then, Minho joins the small kitchen party. “Needy baby? You’re not talking about Hyunjin, are you?”, he asks, ruffling his crazy bed hair while filling a mug with coffee, sighing contently when he takes the first sip. You grin and shake your head, before taking a mug out of the cabinet yourself.

Said roommate also enters the kitchen just then, face looking quite puffy. You raise both eyebrows. “Did you cry yourself to sleep last night?”, you ask, and take a sip of coffee to hide your shit-eating grin. Hyunjin throws you a dark glare, and crosses both arms in front of his chest. “No. But I did have a slight mental breakdown after realizing I probably failed my last exam yesterday, so I decided to treat myself to some late-night-ramen, and now I look like this.”, he points at his face, beginning to pout, “God just hates pretty people, he’s clearly punishing me for my dashing looks.” “Or maybe he just doesn’t like narcissists.”, Jeongin offers when he enters the kitchen, shoving Minho out of the way to get to the kitchen cabinet almost overflowing with mugs. You decide it’s finally getting too crowded in the kitchen, and leave it again. You’re absolutely not a morning person, and can’t deal with the boys’ constant bickering without having experienced the positive effect of the caffeine you’re currently consuming.

Seungmin is sitting on one of the sofas, currently scrolling through Instagram and apparently trying to like every cute puppy pic in existence. “Morning.”, you greet him and take a seat beside him, peeking over his shoulder and cooing at an extremely cute baby golden retriever. Seungmin just greets you with a curt nod of his head, not being a morning person either, and keeps scrolling. Minutes later, Felix enters the living room, balancing a giant plate of fresh pancakes in front of him while all the other boys follow him like stray dogs. “What would you guys even do without Felix cooking for you all the time?”, you ask, mouth watering when you inhale the delicious smell. “Starve and die.”, Seungmin deadpans, while Jeongin answers: “We’d have to look at Hyunjin’s ugly bloated face every day because we’d solely live off ramen.” Hyunjin hits the back of his head for that, but the younger boy just shoots him his cheshire cat grin. “I mean, I could cook too, I guess.”, Chan says, frowning, and everyone bursts into loud laughter. “Wow okay, I’ll try not to take this personally…”, your boyfriend grumbles, and sits down at the dining table. You slide onto the chair next to him, and pat his thigh affectionately. “I love you, babe, but you literally didn’t know how to whisk eggs when we wanted to bake cookies last week.”, you say, and Chan sighs. “That’s... sadly fair. But I could learn!”

“No offense, but we actually like our kitchen intact - thanks for your humble offering though. If Felix should die unexpectedly, we might get back to you.”, Minho answers, and before the situation can escalate into a playful bickering battle, Felix yells “SO, WHO WANTS PANCAKES?!”, successfully managing to distract everyone.

One and a half hours later, everyone is packed and ready to go - you’ve planned this little getaway for almost two months now, everyone having finished their first round of exams at this time of year and being able to just relax for a bit. For some reason, the boys had wanted to go camping, and as you, Jisung’s girlfriend Lina and Hyunjin’s girlfriend Marie were clearly outnumbered by the boys, you hadn’t really had the chance to disagree with them. But you honestly don’t even mind, having gone camping lots of times already and just being happy to enjoy some time with your closest friends. Only Changbin won’t be able to join you guys, as he’s currently doing an internship and wasn’t able to request some time off.

Chan is just about to lock the front door to the frat house, when Jeongin zooms past you, yelling for his older roommate to wait. “I forgot something extremely important!”, he explains, almost breathless, and disappears into the house again. “What’s he getting now?”, your boyfriend wonders, and shoots you a questioning gaze. You just shrug, and let your bag fall to the ground, too lazy to hold onto it while waiting for the youngest of your group. A few minutes later, Jeongin comes back, a huge grin on his face and a giant stuffed animal in his arms. Chan blinks a few times, and opens his mouth to say something, but he gets cut off by the younger boy: “You guys can cuddle with each other, but I’d rather throw myself off a cliff than cuddle with Minho, Felix or Seungmin, whoever I’ll end up sharing a tent with. But I do wanna cuddle with someone, so Mr. Sunshine it is.”, he explains stoically, and you just nod in support. “I totally get that, plus I wouldn’t be too sure that Minho doesn’t just turn into a bat or something like that during the night. He’s at least part demon, we all know that.”, you say, and Jeongin giggles.

You’re truly prepared to give him anything whenever he smiles at you like this, his eyes almost disappearing, teeth almost blindingly bright. While you detain from squishing his cheeks, you do poke the dimple on his left one, being too endeared by him. He swats your hand away, of course he does, but you still bask in the victory of having poked his cheek. One thing to cross off your to-do-list for today.

“Okay, let’s go to the others.”, Chan finally says after locking the house, and without you having to say anything, he takes his and your bag and walks over to where the others are waiting beside the cars. Chivalry is not dead and you’re ready to swoon over your amazing boyfriend. “Okay, we still have to pick up Jisung, Lina and Marie.”, Chan says after he’s put your bags into the trunk of his car, “So, who’s gonna ride in which car?” “Well I obviously want to ride with Marie.”, Hyunjin says, a goofy smile on his face - they have been together for almost a year now, but he’s still very much extremely whipped for her, but luckily, she seems to feel the exact same way -, and Minho murmurs a sarcastic “Shocking, really.” under his breath. “I want Jisung and Lina in our car.”, you quickly say, and Chan gives you a short nod. Of course you’d say that - Jisung is your best friend after all, and you’ve grown quite close to Lina as well. You’re also good friends with Marie, but Jisung just wins this round - not that you’d ever tell that to his face, he’s too cocky as it is, no need to push his ego even more. “Then Minho, you take Hyunjin, Marie, Felix and Seungmin, and I take Y/N, Jisung, Lina and Jeongin, okay?”, Chan suggests, and everyone agrees. Five minutes later, all the bags are safely stored away and everyone has taken their seats. Being Chan’s girlfriend means you get to ride shotgun, something you’re more than thankful for, knowing how crowded the backseat is going to be once you’ve picked up Jisung and Lina. “See you in a bit!”, Felix yells through his open window, and flashes you his extremely cute gummy smile. You wave at him, immediately returning his smile, and successfully ignore Minho’s mock salute and cocky grin while he backs out of his parking spot, almost cutting Chan off.

Twenty minutes later, Jisung and Lina are squished into the backseat with Jeongin, all three having bright smiles on their faces. “Road trip, whoop!”, Jisung yells and gives you a high five, “Happy to have a few days with y’all before we have to face the sad reality of probably having failed most of our exams!” Lina beside him rolls her eyes. “Stop being so dramatic, I’m sure most of us will have aced everything.”, she says, and Jisung wraps his arm around her and kisses her temple. “Sorry, but I have literally only one functioning brain cell and I use it to overthink.”, he explains, yelping when she playfully tickles his side. You chuckle at their bickering, and hit play on your road trip playlist - a second later, Queen’s Bohemian Rhapsody fills the car, all of you immediately beginning to sing along. “LET’S GO!”, Chan yells over the sad attempts of everyone trying to imitate Freddy Mercury, and backs out of the parking lot. You smile and interlace your fingers with his. He cheekily returns your smile, and raises your intertwined hands to his lips to press a soft kiss against your knuckles. Over a year of being with him, but you still swoon over this simple yet sweet gesture. Yes, you’re just that whipped for your boyfriend, and what about it.

It doesn’t take long for you guys to arrive on the interstate, you and Jisung trying to trump each other's impressions of Beyoncé singing Single Ladies (and failing miserably, sorry Queen B). Your belly almost hurts from laughing with your friends, and you can’t wait for the rest of the weekend to begin.

Minho’s car arrives before Chan’s, and of course he’s gloating about it the second you guys join forces again. But you can let him have this small victory, and decide to just ignore him for now, helping Chan get the bags out of his car and to the campsite. It’s quite cold, the air crisp now that the sun is slowly beginning to set again, but you brought lots of blankets and sleeping bags, so you should be fine. And at least the weather means there aren’t any other campers here right now, so you have the whole area, including the washing rooms, to yourselves, which is nice.

Setting up camp takes longer than anticipated, mostly because Jisung somehow manages to crash into his and Lina’s almost finished tent twice, which means they have to start from the very beginning again. She truly has the patience of a saint, simply smacking him over the head rather playfully before picking up the sad remains of their tent to begin the whole building process again. Chan and you, having gone camping lots of times already, are quickest with finishing your tent, so afterwards you offer to help Jisung and Lina with theirs, while Chan does the same for Minho and Jeongin. Marie, an experienced scout, has set up hers and Hyunjin’s tent in record time as well, and takes pity on Felix and Seungmin, quickly building the tent for them. After an hour, your camp has successfully been built, and everyone begins to search for firewood.

Felix decides to make a giant pot of spicy chili sin carne for tonight’s dinner, and as soon as all the plates are filled, your conversations slowly dwindle down, everyone too busy with eating. “Lix, you’re a cooking genius, Gordon Ramsey found jobless.”, Marie says around a mouthful of chili, giving the blonde boy a bright smile and the thumbs up. He waves her compliment aside, blushing profoundly. “Thanks, but it’s honestly not that difficult - you just have to follow the recipe, if you’re too scared to improvise.”, he murmurs, and she throws a small piece of kindling at him. “You should really learn how to take compliments.”, she teases playfully, and he shrugs. “Okay, okay, I’m the best cook ever.”, he says sarcastically, and Minho raises one eyebrow. “Whoa, now don’t get ahead of yourself.”, he replies, and Felix smacks him over the head. “You can’t cook at all, so for once, you should just stay quiet.”, you say, and Minho sighs dramatically. “What can I say… We all have our weaknesses. I, for example, am extremely good-looking and tragically funny.”

You almost choke on your chili because of his audacity, and lift your fork in front of your face, staring through it and at Minho, who just frowns at you. “What are you doing? Why are you looking at me through your fork?”, he asks, obviously confused by your behavior, and you give him a lopsided smile. “I’m pretending you’re in jail, it’s spiritually healing.”, you explain, and Chan beside you bursts into laughter, the others following him quickly. Minho begins to pout and sticks out his tongue at you, always the mature one. “It’s okay if you don’t enjoy my dashing looks and hilarious humor, not everyone has good taste. That’s why you picked Chan over me after all.”, he claims, and you answer by throwing a piece of wood his way, making him squeal and dive for cover. Just then, the flames of your fire flicker and slowly begin to die down. Seungmin, Jeongin and Hyunjin stand up to go get some more firewood, but somehow, the latter one’s shoe gets caught between two logs and with a loud yelp, he tumbles to the ground. “What the Hell is he doing?!”, Chan groans, and Jeongin deadpans “Sadly his best.”, before he begins walking over towards his friend to help him, but Marie is faster, already dragging her boyfriend up from the ground with tears of laughter in her eyes. Hyunjin’s cheeks are red from embarrassment and he murmurs something about nature being out to get him, before he, Marie and the other two boys disappear into the forest to get more firewood.

The rest of the evening is filled with playful banter, soft guitar music from Jisung, and funny childhood stories. Lina soon begins to nod off, her head resting on her boyfriend’s shoulder while he continues to strum a soft tune on his guitar, humming along. When he notices his girlfriend is about to wander into Morpheus’ realm though, he’s quick to place the guitar back into its bag, and wraps both arms around her. “I think it’s time for us to retire, huh?”, he says, leaving a gentle kiss on Lina’s forehead. She blinks sleepily, and smiles up at him. “It’s pretty safe to assume that at any given moment, I want to go back to sleep - so yes, I agree, time to retire.”, she answers, and Jisung chuckles, before standing up to declare: “Well, we’re off to bed now!” Minho and Seungmin boo immediately, while Jeongin murmurs something like “Old people” under his breath - even though he’s literally only one year younger than most of you guys.

“So, as I’m legally required to kiss my homies goodnight, y’all getting some smooches!”, Jisung says, already walking towards where Hyunjin and Marie are sitting, bodies entangled and breaths mingling. Hyunjin looks up and shoots his friend a murderous look. “I swear, if you kiss me, I’m going to dump you into the river.”, he threatens, but Jisung just grins. “How about you dump your girlfriend instead and run away with me? We’d make such a pretty couple.”, he says, making Hyunjin roll his eyes. “Bro, no offense, but I’d be the pretty one in this relationship, and while everyone can clearly see you already have quite the experience being the ugly one in a relationship” with that, Hyunjin first points at Jisung and then at Lina, who bursts out laughing, “I don’t think I’m ready to hear your constant whining about my face being prettier than yours. So thanks, but no thanks, I’ll stay with Marie.” “Wow, I feel so honored and loved right now, babe.”, Marie says sarcastically, “But does this mean you think you’re the pretty one in this relationship as well?” Hyunjin goes into instant panic mode, quickly reassuring his girlfriend that she’s far prettier than him, while she tries to keep a stern expression on her face, but everyone can clearly see the way her lips twitch. She just loves teasing Hyunjin, and you honestly can’t blame her for that, especially not when it’s just so easy.

“Okay, goodnight, then!”, Lina interrupts their playful bickering, and gives everyone a soft smile, before dragging Jisung towards their tent. Everyone wishes them a good night and sweet dreams as well, and then Seungmin clears his throat. “Time for some ghost stories, don’t you think?”, he says, voice low and grin almost evil when his eyes find Hyunjin, who immediately falls silent. Everyone knows he’s a huge scaredy cat, which is quite funny seeing as his own girlfriend is a big fan of horror movies and stories. Truly a match made in Heaven. Seungmin just raises one eyebrow, expression challenging - but when no one contradicts him, he begins to tell his first ghost story.

It doesn’t take long until Hyunjin is pretty much sitting on Marie’s lap, shooting daggers at his friend while his girlfriend is trying very hard not to laugh at him. You yourself cuddle closer to your own boyfriend, smiling when he presses a soft kiss against your temple. Your eyes rest on the big bonfire, following some sparks drifting into the dark night sky from time to time, and you sigh contently. This, right here, is your happy place - in the midst of your friends, just laughing and joking with them, not a care in the world. Midterms lie behind you, and you’re currently not even thinking about your grades for once, your anxiety at rest. This trip was truly a great idea, maybe even Jisung’s best one so far.

“Okay, wanna hear a really creepy one-”, Seungmin begins, and Hyunjin has finally had enough, standing up and taking Marie’s hand into his. “Well, goodnight!”, he says, a determined expression on his face, and pulls his girlfriend towards their tent. Marie suppresses an amused smile at her boyfriend’s dramatics, and waves at everyone, before following him inside the tent. Seungmin just grins evilly and shrugs. “He’s so soft hearted.”, he then says, and leans back, obviously content with his work. “Okay, maybe it’s three demons, not only two.”, you murmur into Chan’s ear, and he chuckles. You’re always joking about Minho and Hyunjin being demons, as they’re constantly testing your nerves by just being themselves, plus they were definitely the main plotters behind the plan to get you and Chan together - not that you’re complaining about it as their plan had worked pretty perfectly and in your favor. “In the end you’ll probably find that I live with six demons.”, your boyfriend murmurs, and begins to play with your fingers. You shake your head. “Oh no, Felix is definitely an angel, not a demon.”, you disagree, and Chan nods. “Okay, that’s true. The others though… Well, time will tell, I guess.” “Or holy water.” He just laughs and gives you a quick peck on the lips. When you want to deepen the kiss, he draws back. “Later.”, he murmurs against your lips, his deep voice rumbling in his chest, and you shiver involuntarily. He grins at your reaction, before turning his attention to Seungmin’s new ghost story again.

You on the other hand feel hot and bothered all of the sudden, and decide to tease your boyfriend a bit. So you place your hand on his thigh, not moving it for some time, until you slowly slide it higher, bit by bit. At first, Chan doesn’t seem to notice or care, until you’re getting dangerously close to his crotch. Then, he quickly leans forward so the others can’t see what you’re doing, and glares at you. “What are you doing?”, he asks, voice low, and you smile innocently. “Nothing.”, you answer, and have finally reached your desired destination, slowly beginning to palm his semi over his jeans. “How about you be a good girl and stop?”, he breathes out, but you know he doesn’t actually want you to stop - you know him well enough for that by now. Still, you decide to play along. “Oh, I’ll gladly be your good girl.”, you whisper, and quickly withdraw your hand. He groans at your words and the sudden lack of contact, and locks eyes with you. “Tent. Now.”, he grits out, and stands up, pulling you with him and hugging you from behind so your body hides his erection from the others. “We’re tired too, so goodnight!”, he says in a fake cheerful voice, and you have to hide your shit-eating grin while innocently waving at the others. “Oh you’re in so much trouble now, babe.”, Chan murmurs into your ear while you walk towards your tent, and bites down on your lobe. You feel arousal gather between your legs, stomach jolting at his words. You and Chan have a very playful relationship, full of bantering and loving jokes, and your dynamic in the bedroom isn’t that different - there’s a lot of bickering too, you being a total brat at times, while he’s more on the dominant side, enjoying making you obedient.

As soon as he closes the tent behind you and turns around to watch you with an almost predatory gaze, you know you might have been a bit too forward at the bonfire. But it’s too late to back down now, so you simply raise both eyebrows, a challenging expression on your face. “So you think touching me like that in front of our friends is okay?”, Chan asks, his voice low and dark. You tilt your head to one side. “I mean, you didn’t seem opposed to it, to be honest.”, you answer, and now he’s the one to lift both eyebrows. “I want you out of your clothes, now.”, your boyfriend orders, and for once, you follow his command immediately, knowing this is for your own good this time. So you quickly wiggle out of your jeans and take off your jumper, shivering in the cold night air. Only left in your panties and bra, Chan smirks to himself, before crawling over your body and beginning to kiss you slowly. You gasp into his mouth when one of his warm hands finds your waist, drawing lazy circles against it, before traveling higher to cup your breast over your bra. His thumb rubs over your clothed nipple before pinching it, hard, and you arch your back, breath hitching.

“So, let’s see how quiet you can stay while I eat you out, hm? Remember, the walls of the tent are too thin to mask any noises.”, Chan whispers against your lips, before he suddenly descends down your body. Oh no, you know you’re screwed. He’ll try to make you scream his name, but while you’re quite open about sex and have no problem talking about it with your friends, you definitely don’t need them to hear you during the actual act. Maybe you shouldn’t have teased your boyfriend after all - but it’s too late now, he’s determined. He spreads your legs, and begins to leave soft love bites on the inside of your thighs. You’re trembling already, and it’s not because of the cold alone. Chan always has this effect on you, no matter how often he touches you - you’ll never get used to it. He plays with the hem of your panties, until he finally drags them down your legs, his warm breath hitting your wet core. You begin to squirm, impatient to have him finally touch you where you need him most. He smacks your thigh, the crack resounding through the tent, and you yelp. “Chan.”, you hiss, and he grins cheekily, before suddenly pressing his thumb to your clit, beginning to draw lazy circles against it. Your eyes roll into the back of your head and you clamp one hand over your mouth to mask any noises.

Chan soon replaces his thumb with his mouth, sucking on your clit like his life depends on it while simultaneously sliding two fingers inside your heat. A loud moan tears from your lips and you bite the inside of your cheek, trying to stifle your noises but already failing miserably. You feel Chan smirk against you, and then, he slips a third finger inside you, curling them upwards and picking up the pace. You buck your hips against his gentle ministrations, skin feeling too hot and too tight already, goosebumps rising all over your body. It doesn’t take long until you begin to tremble, your high approaching rather quickly, and you’re this close to finally snapping, when Chan draws back from your core, face glistening with your juices, his smirk almost devilish. “I can’t hear you, babe, are you even enjoying this?”, he murmurs, back to drawing lazy patterns on your clit with his thumb. You feel frustration wash over you, and shoot him a dark glare. His grin gets even wider, before he completely withdraws his hand from your heat to suck on his glistening fingers. You close your eyes for a few seconds, trying to gather your wits, until Chan slaps your thigh again. “Look at me, baby.”, he says, voice dark, and your eyes snap open again. You begin to pout. “Please.”, you mumble, trying your best to appeal to his softer side, “I’m sorry I was a brat earlier. You know I can’t be loud or the others might hear us.” Your boyfriend just hums, hands ghosting over your thighs and leaving goosebumps in their wake. “Too bad, I guess you can’t cum tonight then.” And before you’re able to reply anything, he dives back in-between your folds.

You throw one arm over your mouth, and bite your own soft flesh to suppress any noises. It takes little to no time until you’re close to your orgasm again, but for the second time tonight, Chan draws back in the last possible second. You’re almost ready to cry with frustration now, eyes glistening with unshed tears. When your boyfriend sees this, he softens a bit and leans towards you to press a gentle kiss to your lips. “This is what you get for being a brat.”, he murmurs, and you bite down on his lower lip, making him groan into your mouth. “Please.”, you whisper and try your best puppy eyes on him. He just smirks again, finally ridding himself off his shirt, jeans and underwear. When he’s fully naked in front of you, you sigh, eyes raking his beautiful, defined body. Unlike you, Chan actually enjoys going to the gym - and his effort pays off. “Stop drooling.”, he says, sounding way too pleased and cocky in your opinion. So you quickly sit up, and wrap one hand around his hard cock, already leaking with pre-cum. Good to see you’re not the only one being affected by this, you think and grin. You begin to slowly jerk him off, spreading the pre-cum over the rest of his cock as lube. He groans, lower lip pulled back between his teeth and eyes almost black with desire. Finally, he’s had enough, and pushes you on your back again, hovering over you. “There’s condoms in the bag behind you.”, he murmurs, leaving gentle kisses on your neck until he finds your sweet spot, beginning to suck on it. You moan almost inaudible, fingers fumbling for said bag to retrieve a condom.

Just seconds later, Chan rolls it over his cock, and then, he aligns himself in front of your wet core, teasingly rubbing your clit before you shoot him a pleading look. He finally sheathes himself into you with one swift motion, and you both moan out loud at the feeling. You quickly cough to cover the noise, making Chan chuckle and press a kiss against your forehead. “You’re okay?”, he asks, and you nod, biting down on his neck and leaving a hickey. He groans and finally begins to move, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back into you, immediately hitting that spot. Your fingers wrap around his biceps, needing something to hold onto while he drills into you. Suddenly, he pulls out of you to sit back on his knees, wrapping your legs around his hips, and thrusts back into you at an even deeper angle, simultaneously picking up the pace. One of his hands snakes towards your neck and he wraps his fingers around the base of your throat, using just enough pressure to make breathing harder for you. When his thumb begins to circle your clit again, you close your eyes, clamping one hand over your mouth to mask your almost obscene noises.

“C-Chan, I’m so c-close.”, you say in between two moans, and he grins, murmuring a “That’s my girl” under his breath before deepening the angle even more. He suddenly pinches your clit once, and that’s all it takes for you to finally tumble over the edge, his name leaving your lips maybe a bit too loud this time. He quickly leans forward to seal your mouth with his, chasing his own high while guiding you through yours. Not long after, he groans and presses his forehead against yours, shuddering a bit while releasing into the condom. He stills inside you, both your breaths mingling, hearts beating fast while you try to come down from your high. Chan smiles, brushing some of your hair out of your face, and gives you a soft, sweet kiss. “I love you.”, he murmurs, and you return his smile. “Love you more.”, you whisper back, and he chuckles. “Impossible.”

Before you can begin to playfully argue, Minho’s voice cuts through the night “Next time we’ll build the tents far away from each other, y’all are nasty for doing it with us sitting almost right next you.” Both you and Chan freeze, before you burst out laughing. “WE HAVE ZERO REGRETS.”, you yell back, hearing the others groan. “WELL, YOU REALLY SHOULD THOUGH!”, Jisung complains from somewhere to your left, and you hear Lina starting to giggle. You groan and bury your face into Chan’s neck. “They’ll never let us hear the end of this, will they.”, you murmur against his soft skin, and he shakes his head. “Nope.” You sigh and lean back. “Well, it was still worth it.”, you say, and grin up at him. Your boyfriend just smirks and leans down to kiss you again. “Oh, definitely.”

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So I watched SPN for years, right up until the end of S11, when they brought back Mary. I heard that S15 would be the last season, and I was like ‘oh ok I’ll rewatch (for like the 8th time) and finish SPN then’ BUT THEN 15x18 happened and I was violently pulled back into the SPN fandom. I still haven’t caught up fully watching yet, but I’ve read so much discourse now...and I have thoughts. Hypotheses currently. I’ll wait to finish the whole show for real to call any of this theories but, I wanted to record my thoughts.

They’re about Chuck. As a villain. Which weirds me out. As an antagonist? Sure. As evil? No. Can’t envision it. I just finished my rewatch of S5 and, damn, but if Chuck is the ultimate villain, S5 reads very differently. :0

But I recently saw a post comparing Dean’s reaction in 1x18 (I believe) to his in 10x05 (for sure) about when someone mentions his mother’s death. In 1x18, it’s Sam when they were children and Dean gets angry. In 10x05, it’s a group of high school girls and Dean just bops his head along to the song. The post was framing it as 10x05 not understanding Dean’s thoughts about his mother, but I think that both episodes understand Dean. When Dean is a child, the trauma over his mother’s murder is still fresh. By 10x05, the event is 70 years in the past. Of course it still affects Dean. Of course. You never really get over something like that. But I’d argue that after 70 years, Dean has moved through the stages of grief to acceptance. It still hurts, but like an old ache, not a fresh, still-bleeding wound.

Interestingly, 10x05 is when we see Chuck, after a long absence. He’s watching the play, probably happy that someone loves his work enough to even make a musical, but he is also watching the Winchesters. The actual episodes of the show, aka the books Chuck writes, are what Chuck knows/cares about regarding the Winchesters. Despite being God, I’d argue he doesn’t pay attention to every second and all the little minutia of the boys’ lives. So, here in 10x05, we have confirmation that Chuck is around to see that Dean has healed from his mother’s death.

Later, in S11, Dean acts as therapist/life counsellor to Chuck/God, regarding Amara and Lucifer. And it works! Dean teaches God about family and about healing. Why does God listen to Dean Winchester, a random human? Perhaps it is because of S1-5. Perhaps it is because Dean and Sam were part of God’s test, as God himself describes it in 5x22.

What was the test? Was it God’s experiment about choice and free will? About freedom vs peace? Or, perhaps, was God trying to understand sibling relationships? He and Amara are two faces of the same coin. They are siblings, but with very different outlooks and it caused a rift between them, caused Chuck to seal Amara away before she could destroy his creations. Chuck regretted this, but saw it as a necessary betrayal. But then, some time later, Chuck’s angelic children experience their own betrayal and sibling rift. Lucifer tries to turn the angels against God, rebel and reject God. He makes demons, for sure, and maybe even Hell. But why? God figures that Lucifer was maybe jealous of the new baby (humans) like others in the show postulates. Or maybe Lucifer had beef specifically with Michael, because humans are little more than amoebas from an angelic perspective. Aside from Castiel, Anna and a handful of other angels, angels consistently view humans as humans might view dust mites. Maybe humans were the cause of the rift between Michael and Lucifer, but it was Michael and Lucifer’s relationship that needed fixing in the end, regardless.

So God is left with the sad conclusion that maybe close siblings will inevitably betray each other and be unable to forgive and heal. He wants to heal with Amara. But he also wants Michael and Lucifer to be able to heal. (It doesn’t occur to God that maybe Lucifer’s problem was never with humanity or Michael; it was with God.)

So God has research to do, to see if it’s possible for siblings to experience such deep betrayal and still heal. He turns to his little hairless apes, the only sentient species on Earth with potential to parallel the angels. He starts testing siblings. Cain and Abel are first up. Needless to say, but the betrayal was too strong and left no room for healing. But on down the line of Cain, God continues testing. Eventually, we come to Sam and Dean.

God has scheduled Michael and Lucifer’s family counselling session for 2010. All the data up to this point says it can only end badly. Maybe it’ll half-kill the Earth, but it’s finally time for Michael and Lucifer to meet and for one of them to die. God isn’t happy about this conclusion, but it’s what the data says. So, finally, the last test subjects, the last in the line who will be the vessels for Michael and Lucifer’s showdown, arrive. Sam and Dean Winchester are to be the last sibling test. The conclusion seems foregone at this point, but there is no point in cancelling the last bit of the test after so long, so it continues. God watches. And Sam and Dean surprise God. Siblings after siblings had failed for millennia to heal. Betrayals too strong, healing too little, too late. But Sam and Dean. no matter how badly they hurt each other, find a way to come back together and heal. They don’t give up on each other, despite millennia of data to the contrary. Still, the angels and demons push and push at Sam and Dean until their rift is as wide and as deep as Michael and Lucifer’s, as God’s and Amara’s (in late S4). It seems, despite the brothers’ best efforts earlier on, it’s all for naught.

But there is a further element of randomness, something God couldn’t foresee. Castiel. God hasn’t had occasion for romantic love in his own experience, so he is entirely blind to what choices Castiel is likely to make. He provides an element of randomness to the experiment, an essential part that gives Dean the ultimate chance to go back to Sam and begin to heal (4x22).

Throughout S5, Sam and Dean heal. There is hurt, still, of course, but they love each other and forgive each other. By 5x22, they’ve surprised everyone. Even the angels have given up on turning them against each other, and have shrugged and settled for using Nick and Adam as the vessels for the showdown. Sam and Dean passed their test. They were siblings who betrayed each other and healed from it. God reconsiders how family counselling will go with Michael and Lucifer. He figured it would be the Apocalypse, the end of the problems between Michael and Lucifer, as one of them dies, as had always happened before. But, Sam and Dean showed God, that though it is rare, it is possible to heal. So God gives Sam and Dean an out. He gives Sam the strength to seize back control from Lucifer, should things go south.

Finally, the showdown arrives. Michael and Lucifer meet. They talk things out. To God’s surprise, Lucifer reveals that he never had a problem with Michael. He had forgiven Michael long ago. But Michael couldn’t forgive Lucifer. He had to be a ‘good son’ and do what he thought God wanted him to do. But Michael didn’t realise, that God doesn’t give orders. Free will all the way, baby! But the whole thing comes as a surprise. Apparently, all this time, the problem relationship wasn’t siblings, it was parents.

Oops.

Good thing God had a back-up plan.

Sam throws himself and Lucifer (and Michael and Adam) into the Cage. Michael and Lucifer have an eternity to figure things out between each other now. But that’s beside the point. The point is, now, that God has to start testing all over again. Not how to fix sibling relationships, but how to fix parent-child relationships.

God restores Castiel, perhaps for a few reasons because God exists outside of time, but originally it may have been just for one. He likes Castiel. He is impressed that Castiel invented free will for himself, broke free of angelic programming (multiple times over), and did it all for love. It’s novel. It’s interesting. God might even think it’s sweet. But God has had time later, and thought about it, and he has a plan. And Castiel is essential.

But Dean Winchester is the key.

Sam and Dean’s relationship with their own father has been strained, but both boys find a way to forgive John his flaws and failings, and love him. Whenever they do get a chance to see him again, post his death, they don’t hate him. They’ve healed. John’s relationship with Sam and Dean is one point of data, Abraham and Isaac another. There are many data points that God can reflect back on and consider.

But as S6 through S10 roll on, God watches Sam and Dean and Castiel. He even watches Crowley and Rowena for another data point. Dean is his main focus, however. (This is a little meta, but as the story focuses more on Dean than Sam post S5, it ties in. Prior to S6, both Sam and Dean were essential - the sibling test. Now, post S5, the parent test, Dean is the most essential. Of course, Sam and Castiel are important too. But Dean is key.)

Dean is a good father. He was a good father to Sam, even when he was only 6 years old himself. He was a good father to Ben. He was willing to die for Bobby John. He’s always good with kids. Not only that, but Dean is blunt enough, brave enough, and crazy enough to tell God to God’s face what he thinks. God needs Dean’s advice, his perspective and opinion on family relationships, but he also needs to see what Dean would do if he were in God’s shoes.

[Edit (1/04/21): After seeing Michael and Lucifer (mostly) heal, and after seeing Sam and Dean heal their relationship, God finally has hope for him and Amara. So God logically wants to retrieve Amara from her prison. But how? Well, he could just wander on up to Cain and do it himself, but what would Amara say? “So I see you’ve come crawling back, eh, Chucky?” She wouldn’t be impressed with God. She wouldn’t understand, because she’s hopeless too. SO how to give her hope? How to make her see that she and God can be okay again? Why, stick her near Dean Winchester, of course! So God sets things up for Dean to get and lose the Mark of Cain, thereby ensuring that Amara will feel a connection to Dean and stick around him/keep him alive long enough for Dean to work his life-coach magic.]

In S11, God and Amara heal their relationship because of the hope Sam and Dean gave God, and also the direct advice Dean gives God. God and Lucifer, not so much.

God needs more data. He needs to see what Dean would do. In comes Castiel’s relevance. God sets things up so that Lucifer can have a son. A nephil. Jack. And God points Castiel in Jack’s direction, trusting Castiel’s ability for unconditional love to keep Jack alive long enough for the experiment. Castiel becomes Jack’s father. But Castiel will never betray Jack, the way God betrayed Lucifer. And, besides, Castiel isn’t the target of this experiment. But it is Castiel’s relationship with Dean Winchester that provides the link needed to get the experiment rolling.

Because Jack is Castiel’s son, he is therefore Sam and Dean’s nephew. Except, God has been watching Castiel and Dean. And, frankly, their romantic love for each other is so obvious even God cannot miss it. Through Castiel, Dean sees Jack as his son too. He loves Jack, exactly like a son. In this way, Dean parallels God, and Jack parallels Lucifer.

But God knows Dean would not easily turn on any child, let alone his own child. So God had a plan for that too. One that Amara helped him with.

They brought back Mary Winchester.

Mary is the one person in existence whose loss would hurt Dean enough to spur him to action. So, she was brought back to die. It was a matter of only a few years of gentle prodding to get everything in position. Jack causes Mary’s death. Dean is faced with a horrible decision. If Jack can kill Mary, what’s to say that Sam and Castiel wouldn’t be next? Mary’s death is like everything beginning all over again for Dean as well. Her first death set off a chain reaction, a series of unfortunate events that spanned decades and nearly caused the ruination of not only Dean’s life, but Sam’s and John’s and even the world. That scar, which had healed as well as it could after 70 years, that God saw was healed in 10x05, has been violently opened up again. It’s the only thing that could force Dean’s hand, that could get him to betray Jack and try to kill him. If Jack had killed Sam or Castiel, it wouldn’t have had the same effect. Both Sam and Castiel had died and come back so many times, and while it would hurt Dean and make him doubt Jack, their deaths would be a sacrifice that Dean would feel obligated to respect, to give Jack a second chance like they would both want. (And God has been laying the groundwork for Dean, convincing him that Jack is evil, will be evil like Lucifer, can’t be allowed to live. All things God has thought about Lucifer over time. Was Lucifer inherently evil? Was their rift inevitable?)

So, here it is. The big test. Will Dean kill Jack? Will he betray Jack and cause an unhealable rift? Or will he find a way to heal, like he did with Sam against all the odds?

And, once again, Dean impresses God. He refuses to kill Jack.

But now we’re in the endgame. Sam, Dean and Castiel are aware that Jack’s life was only on the line because of God. It’s not something they can forgive, or understand. They’re all God’s guinea pigs, and while he loves his guinea pigs, he knows he’s hurt them in the name of science, of knowledge. or healing, and God can’t undo what he’s done. Free will is linear, after all. So it is time for the Winchesters, Castiel and Jack included, to be done with God. God is done with them, too. It’s time for them to be free and at peace. The experiments are done. God has decided not to kill Lucifer. He has decided to try to heal. He can get Lucifer out of the Empty and talk and try to fix things. He has forever to fix things, now that he knows he can. (The last element of this, Jack forgiving Dean for trying to kill him, is something I have limited knowledge of, but I am under the impression happens so... To be added in the edit once I finish the series.)

But the only way the Winchesters will be able to rest, is if they think God, the last and greatest villain, is out of the way. They know they’ve been manipulated their whole lives, first towards the sibling experiment and now the parent experiment, so they need to think God is gone so they can feel secure in their free will once more. Truthfully, God never took their free will. He set them up in situations, maybe even gave a bio-chemical nudge of anger (Dean) or attraction (Sam and Eileen) every now and then. But the choices were always theirs. Still, God knows they won’t see it that way. So he sets things up so that they can defeat him.

He lets them win. He wants them to win. They cannot defeat God, after all. It’s not God’s time, and Death is the only one who can claim God in the end, as the two embrace as friends and walk to the next existence. But the Winchesters need this, and so God allows it. A last gift, to the beings who have been such help, hope and inspiration to him.

With an eye for an eventual S16, 15x20 is written to be ‘an ending’ but also one that could easily be reframed as a bad dream.

For example...

Unfortunately, after Jack, suped up on a extra Grace God lent him, restores the Earth and expends all the Grace (”giving up the mantle of God so that their is no God, no plans, only Free Will”), and Dean, Sam and Jack head back to the Bunker to regroup and gather the ingredients to do the spell to rescue Castiel from the Empty, they’re jumped by monsters who are angry with how much God has fucked with them on behalf of the Winchesters. 15x20 is all a djinn dream Dean is trapped in.

16x01 is Dean waking himself up from the djinn dream, Sam and Jack escaping their own monsters, and then the end of 16x01 is Dean saying something about waking Castiel up from his own dreams in the Empty. The rest of S16 sees the boys save Castiel, reunite with Eileen, start a monster-hunting Bobby Singer/Men of Letters-esque organisation, Dean and Castiel getting together and getting married on Valentine’s Day, Jack getting to live a normal life, going to school, making friends, etc.

If their is no S16 ever (which would be criminal), then 15x20 makes no sense, unless it is plainly a recount of an old, hopeless ending written by God. However you spin it, 15x20 is not the way it seems (like owls).

All things being said, God is an antagonist, but he’s not evil. He’s an asshole, sure, but he never once worked against the Winchesters, never bet against them, never tried to erase or end them. He wanted them to win. He wanted to see the fruits of free will be love, second chances, hope, forgiveness, healing, and happiness, not just betrayal, pain, selfishness, jealousy, disappointment, and hopelessness.

Why is the ending he shows Becky ‘hopeless’? Because God is. He has spent his long existence losing his most loved family members. Amara, Lucifer. How can things end well for God, when they can’t even end well for humans? But Sam and Dean defy the script, again and again. They surprise God, defying the statistics, defying the hypotheses, throwing the experiment into disarray. Giving God hope. Sam and Dean were okay. Dean and Jack were okay. If God had a romantic love, he would find hope from Dean and Castiel being okay. But when God wrote the book he showed Becky, he was writing what he thought would happen. In the end, surely, not even Dean can be enough to hold Sam and Cas and Jack together. But in the end, as we see, as God sees, he is proven wrong and he’s happy to be wrong. He’s hopeful. And he can leave Dean, Sam, Castiel and Jack, and all the angels and all the humans, to rule the Earth and the Heavens. He doesn’t need to learn anything more from them, so he heads to the Empty, with Amara, with Lucifer, with Death (Billie or not, Death is there for God in the end), and they can all depart for a better existence of their own.

If you read all of this, thanks! I eagerly anticipate watching the remaining 10 seasons so I can come back and edit the heck outta this, but until then, if y’all have any thoughts, I’d be interested to hear them~

TLDR: God is a morally bankrupt scientist and the Winchesters are his guinea pigs, but he’s not evil and he does love his guinea pigs, even if he could really treat them nicer.

#supernatural #spn #dean winchester #sam winchester #jack kline #castiel #god #chuck #amara #lucifer #mary winchester #destiel #deancas #this is what i get for living on spn tumblr in a post s15 world while rewatching s5 and having memories ranging from hq to 8bit about s1-s11 #be kind i haven't finished my rewatch/finished the show so i probably have stuff wrong #what if god isn't evil just has no inherent moral compass because he has to teach himself everything #and he's taken to using the winchesters as his guinea pigs/life counsellors

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Word of Honor - Episode 1 Part 1- It Begins with a Ballet

20 years ago a bunch of dudes came together to make Wan Shi Tong's Library from Avatar: The Last Airbender.

And in order to open it one must obtain the mystical shiny!

Not sure why they couldn’t dig or something. Is it reinforced on all sides?

And making a key out of glass seems like a bad plan IMO but I’m not a martial arts master in Ancient China so what do I know?

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Oooh we starting with a roof-top assassin mission right from the off? Well hot damn!

Are they freaking out because of the lanterns though? Or because they noticed him?

Calm down! He’s just here to celebrate Rapunzel’s birthday with y’all!

This is a nice shot but it does kinda make me think he got there via hot air balloon which is always fun.

Oooh! These guys would be great at protecting Romani Ranch from “Them”!!

Bullseye!

OMG THEY DID COME IN VIA HOT AIR BALLOON I forgot most of the first part of this episode. Lol

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Local Man shocked to realize that he probably should have started his letter about the royal assassins going around killing officials of the court a bit sooner as the royal assassins who are going around killing officials have arrived to kill him, an official of the court.

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Cut loose Footloose Kick off the Sunday shoes

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Young man with a bit more skill than the others requires main character to get his own hands dirty. if this were any other story he might have been the protagonist.

Lookin fly in that assassin hat tho.

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No thank you I just shaved this morning.

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I suppose this is one of the down sides to this otherwise ‘nice sword’.

Which is now a boomerang? What were you gonna do if he didn’t deflect it and like just dodged instead? Run after it? Call time out and chase your yeeted blade?

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Tryin to make us think our man in blue is getting the upper-hand now. But look at our MC. Look at how bored and unimpressed he is. He’s already dead inside.

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Nooooo his hat!!! rip

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I, for one, always appreciate when the main characters come with their own labels. It honestly helps me and I wish more movies and shows in like every country did that. I know here it’s like added flair for the drama. But you don’t understand how bad I am with names! You don’t understand!

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“I’m here to see Officer Li off.” Yeah off of this mortal plane

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*oven ding noise because your goose is cooked, Son.

Called it

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Oop! He Zoomin!

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Tensions are high but just LOOK at that air time! Now that’ll be one for the books.

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“Gross”

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Sweeping villain theme while his cloak billows in the glow of the lanterns and the moon. This is quality villain posing and I’m HERE for it.

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“Zhou ZiShu, what you do to others will be inflicted on you later.” Bitch Imma do it myself

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He felt bads about it but tath was his duety

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Question, did she lay this out herself or did she ask someone else to do it so that she could be sad in style?

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I see you there settin’ up that there symbolism.

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Hello. We’re calling about your car’s extended warranty.

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Hi. Everyone you know and loved is dead by my own hand on made up pretense. Thanks for bringing me the body of the dead people *I* loved. For that I’ll let you kill yourself instead of running you through with my bendy sword.

We’re still cool, though, right?

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I’m thinkin this is the first of many instances of “Twisting the Screws” as it were.

Look! He’s silly! Playful! You can almost see the light of hope in his eyes!

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*Pouting intensifies*

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That awkward moment when you find out you just killed your beloved shidi’s girl.

Oops

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X Gon Give it to Ya

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Okay so I know what has happened and what is about to happen is so much worse than this but like don’t you think it’s just adding insult to injury to make this guy slow-burn end his life while having to sit in the damn snow?

you’re indoors! Close the sun-roof! Move the chair! Something!

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When people say “Screw this job!” they don’t usually mean it quite so literally.

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When do you think was the last time this poor bastard smiled?

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Yeah I’m gonna go with “ow”

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Hmmmm I guess no job is safe from those two gossipy coworkers that always seem to exist

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And then there’s this asshole

“Why hasn’t he come to see me? Is he still injured? How?”

“It seems he is suffering from “sad bitch” disease, m’lord.

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WHO’S BEEN PAINTING MY ROSES RED??? WHO DARES TO TAINT WITH VULGAR PAINT THE ROYAL FLOWER BED?

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And so he decided to make the “sad bitch’ disease a permanent condition.

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“Don’t do that”

A little late there buddy.

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Look at him! He’s laughin! He’s having a good time!

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“I kinda sucked ass as a leader, didn’t I?”

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Man’s got pretty shoulder blades, nice and toned from carrying the weight of his sins.

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Thanks for coming! You look like shit :)

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It is admittedly some kind of power move to strip down to your skivvies instead of just explaining that you would like to die now pls.

Say what you want but Zhou ZiShu certainly has a flair for the dramatic.

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I would like to quit via slow and painful death now pls. May I pls have permission to die a slow and painful death now pls?

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This man speedrunning the 5 stages of grief. Shit we’re already at bargaining

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“I wanna get nailed before I die.”

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“In three years I’ll ascend the throne and that’ll show you!!!” “Bitch I don’t CARE.”

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“When my fortune said I could expect an unexpected promotion I didn’t quite expect it to happen this way.”

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Peace Out

TBC...

#Word of Honor #shl #Shanhe Ling #zhou zishu #Woh #Writing Woh #spoilers #Episode 1 #long post

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ranaismailsblog · 3 years

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Griefing recipe!

Have you ever lost someone in a second? Just like that? No preparation! No expectation! Did you feel your soul is literally getting out of your body slowly that you can't breath the moment you feel or getting the news that your loved one just passed? Have you ever felt that you are ANGRY constantly with no clear reason after that happened? Have you ever felt that saddness and despair were your only friends?

Well I'm sorry that my first blog is saddening but keep up it might get better!

God my witness, I check all boxes of the above questions. Mistake me not, I am originally a very positive person and my original job is to motivate people and help them get strong yet I couldn't help myself in that situation. People who meet me can't really tell that I'm sad or God forbid I'm falling in to depression. Oops! Here you go, I said it the "D" word, I was never allowing myself to utter such a word. Iam so pro the "H" word stating for happiness. Yes the happy go lucky kind of thing. However, I feel I'm getting to the D word slowly but surely!

Believe me when I say that for ME this is a "confession". Between resisting the idea of depression and getting back to my old self, myself and I started colliding until I faced the ugly truth that iam getting to depression. With that said and done I started to confront my self bit by bit.

First thing I did was what I do best, research content and learn something new about my case which was the stages of grief. Yes I came to know that the grief has stages, FIVE stages ...can you believe this!

Stage 1: Shock and denial. This is a state of disbelief and numbed feelings.

Aha! Been there, done that!

Stage 2: Pain and guilt.

Lovely moments (Hugh Grant sarcastic tone) ooooohhh specially with a flavour of self torture! Yummy..its cooking now!

Stage 3: Anger and bargaining.

My children have witnessed anger bombs getting there way on a daily basis. Poor kids.Wow! great, now we can add an extra delicious ingredient to get a perfect recipe for self destruction. Are you ready? The super duper ingredient is mom's guilt! Tremendous! I'm getting there...

Stage 4: Depression!

Getting stuck in this stage make me going back to the previous stage I swear! Here we go the D word. Please spare me to comment.

Stage 5: Acceptance and hope.

Not there YET. My recipe is not complete. Hopefully soon . May be in my next blog.

Well I hope everyone who lost a dear person to pass safely through these stages without getting food poisoning or admitting themselves.. wish me luck!

#losing a loved one #stages of grief

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klonoadreams · 3 years

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Wait, Andou has a fox mask that she was wearing since the final selection… and there was a demon that attacks kids (such as Tanjiro) because they wear fox masks because it’s an indication that they’re train by Giyū. Does Andou get attack by that demon because it confuses her for one of Giyū‘s students? Does that lead to Tanjiro’s first encounter with her?

hjkdvdv I think you meant Urokodaki (that's okay, Giyuu was involved in getting him to train Tanjirou, so I can see where the mix up came from lmao)

I was gonna say that it was likely a coincidence, but considering that Andou spends the next eight years with Himejima, chances are that she had chance meetings with Urokodaki, who made her a mask to both help her with her discomfort but also keep her safe.

(also how else would Giyuu have come to known Urokodaki himself, like he's bound to check up on the other Hashira every now and then. Through that extension, also means Andou knows Giyuu...and Rengoku so oops, just imagine a semi-feral child just hissing like a spicy kitten at them)

But also, he and her would get along, in the sense that they hide their faces, though in Urokodaki's case, it was because demons would make fun of how gentle it looked, versus Andou's discomfort from people staring at her after being raised in Yoshiwara's Yūkaku.

gvjeirljblkebeetg

Himejima and Urokodaki bonding over their adoptive kids, while Tanjirou chides Nezuko for being so clingy with Andou. It's like a typical play date of sorts lmaoo. The mental image just SENDS me.

Anyways, rip Andou, but that's how your first meeting with Tanjirou might go. At least it isn't Zenitsu wailing at the top of his lungs, otherwise making you go into near sensory overload (a possible thing that can happen with Andou - she's not a fan of cacophonous sounds).

Chances are, she might flee on SIGHT as soon as the danger passes (aka, Demon dead), because she just went "Yeah, no, I'M OUT."

She didn't take Tanjirou into consideration for the Final Selection. She just wanted to get it over and done with and RIP. And then her first mission gets the two of them bumping into each other.

And then she's fully stuck with him, by which she'll just "This is my life" during her recovery at the Wisteria House.

Going through the five stages of grief.

#ask #kny #kny oc #kamado tanjirou #andou mitsuhiko #the wisteria (fanfic)#alright i am home and free to answer any questions so send away!!!

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snt-good-omens · 3 years

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Good Omens snippets: before the beginning, but a bit later

The first weeks after the Glorious Revolution (really. guys? really? That's what we're calling it? It is? All right, moving on now) were, to put it lightly, unpleasant. The shock of suddenly being cut off from the Almighty's presence, which up until now they all took for granted. The pain of their grace rearranging itself to protect them from the sudden gaping void where her grace used to be; their outer forms twisting with it. The shock of discovery that they were no longer able use their own bloody names. The absolute and utter confusion that followed, when everyone tried to come up with a name that felt right and wouldn't burn their throats when spoken. (Most of the Fallen weren't very creative and many a fight broke out when two dozen demons tried to claim the same name simply because it started with the same letter as their angelic designation).

Interesting side effects of that, and the radical makeover they all went through, was that, for quite a while, nobody knew who was who. Numerous were the incidents of a demon getting uppity with a vaguely familiar stranger, only to get smacked clear across the room and realize that, oh, oops, former archangel, sorry my lord, my prince, so sorry. (Alternatively, it was getting smacked harder than expected and realize - oh, fellow-ex-archangel, how very much dare you, this is my piece of Hell, fight me!)

And, to top it off, Lightbringer, now going by Satan for reasons only known to himself, was throwing a temper tantrum for the ages. The Hell shook with his pure rage (And his furious roaring rants. And his attempts to physically tear the palce down and get out). Quite a few unlucky demons who ventured too close found themselves rent apart and absorbed into his Disgraces's being. Good for Satan's power level maybe, but not so great on the overall morale. (And disastrous for the extinguished demons, of course, but nobody really cared about that).

Eventually the newly self-titled Princes of Hell stopped squabling among themselves over hierarchy for long enough to stage an intervention (which is to say, they held a screaming match with His Nastiness from a safe distance) which, after much posturing and reminding everyone who's the boss, ended in Satan settling in for a good long sulk; his sullen mood poured over the Hell like thick syrup and spread among the denizens, settling ruffled feathers and replacing the straight up agreession with much calmer medium-level discontentment.

The demon formelrly known as Zakzakiel spent most of that transitional periond curled tighly in a dark hole in the wall, thinking such deep existential thougths as "What?" "How?" and "Guh?", occasionally even reaching coherency of "what am I even doing here?".

Eventually, things calmed down (see aforementioned discontentment).

Eventually, no-longer-Zakzakiel emereged from his hiding spot, looked upon the new world he got to live in, and with innate talent and grace he immediately put his foot in it again (seriously, he didn't even have any feet at the moment, how did he keep doing that?). Well, in this case like this: by slithering up to the person who, he was quite sure of it, was his former immediet superior and asking what he thought was perfectly reasonable question. "Why do we have filing cabinets?" It might have saved him quite a lot of grief to take a moment to contemplate said superiors new title. He didn't take that moment though, and when Almost-Certainly-Ex-Raphael, his ichthyic aspects now etched into his face like scales, looked down at him and hissed "too keep track of things", he carelessly answered: "Yes, keeping track, I get it, very useful thing, keeping track, but why like this? Why do the things the old way? Wasn't the whole point of this mess you didn't like how Upstairs was run?"

Dagon, the Lord of Files, Master of Torments, looked on at him with pure malevolance on his face and smiled. "Zakzakiel, is that you?" he purred, and wow, they weren't kidding when they said that hearing one's former name hurt. "Oh, I'm sorry," Dagon continued, very clearly not sorry at all, while Definitely-Not-Zakzakiel writhed on the floor in agony. "That was bad form, wasn't it? What were you calling yourself these days, Zeke?" "Blargh," wheezed Not-Zakzakiel-And-Also-Never-A-Zeke. Dagon showed his spiky teeth in what could technically be called a grin (were those steel? How did he not shred his tongue everytime he spoke?) and made a show of checking some files. "No, that one's taken, I'm afraid. So are all other pronouncable B-sounds. Maybe you'd like somehing in C? How about Crawly? Since you're so good at crawling?" "Ngk," said Yeah-I'll-Take-It-Crawly,

#Good omens #good omens fanfic #good omens: before the beginning #Anthony J. Crowley #Dagon #Dagon lord of the files #Master of torments #seriously you guys #don't mess with his files #he WILL torment you

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starlocked01 · 4 years

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Second Glances

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Summary: Roman has spent years making his aesthetic Gay TM and yet his soulmate's first impression of him is that he's straight. What has he done so horribly wrong? Nothing, but first impressions often are wrong.

Day 18 Prinxiety- Your Soulmate’s first impression of you is written on your skin somewhere

Damn it all the cute ones are straight

The mark appeared on Roman’s 18th birthday at midnight and frankly, he was mortified. He had been out and proud for the past two years and almost always had a rainbow flag somewhere on his person or belongings. How in the world could his soulmate get such an incorrect idea of him?

He interrogated all his friends at school to see if any of them had crushes on him and had thought he was straight but with no luck. Apparently they all had better gaydar than his soulmate.

Roman didn't have much time to worry about soulmates though because in just a few weeks he and his twin were moving into the dorms for freshman year of college. They packed up their entire room and wondered what their roommates would be like.

"I don't know Ro, what if they don't accept me or get uncomfortable with me?" Remus ran his fingers through his hair. He'd been growing it out almost a year now.

"Then I will kick their ass and get you a new roommate. Simple," Roman reassured Remus.

"Heh, thanks Ro," Remus smiled, still visibly nervous.

Roman grinned, "no one hurts my sibling and gets away with it."

On move-in day everything was a whirlwind. The car was packed past full and Roman was a ball of nervous energy.

"Remus, are you ready?" he called up the stairs.

"It's Renee today!" she called back down, appearing at the top of the stairs.

"Oops! My bad. Ready to go, sis?" Roman smiled broadly as she walked down, fussing with her skirt.

"Yeah!"

"Let's go! College here we come!"

Renee was unusually quiet during the drive. Roman spared as many glances away from the road as he could.

"You okay, hon?" He asked gently.

She nodded slowly, "are you sure I won't get funny looks during move in? Should I change into something masc before we get there?"

"No, you will do no such thing. It's a co-ed dorm, Ren. And I'm literally right down the hall," Roman shook his head.

Renee glanced down at her palm, "do you think I'll meet my soulmate today? I mean there's gonna be a lot of people there and it is a fem day…"

Roman smiled, "anything is possible, sis. Just keep being your beautiful self."

Thoughts of soulmates reminded Roman of his own frustrating mark. He kinda wondered what his soulmate’s mark said. Guess he'd think it sooner or later.

After the slightest confusion at sign in, he and Renee were ready to move into their dorm rooms. He decided to help Renee with her stuff first (and to make sure any roommate would know who they had to answer to). They were carrying in their first boxes and found her roommate already unpacked and chilling out at a desk with a book on existential philosophers.

The boy looked up and Roman and smiled extending a hand as he and Renee set down their boxes, "you must be Remus. I'm Janus. Nice to meet you."

Roman glared and opened his mouth to reprimand Janus but Renee spoke up first, "actually, I'm Renee!" she took Janus’ hand and shook it, "Remus is my legal name."

"Oh. Oh, my apologies! You would think I would know not to assume," Janus laughed uncomfortably, "sorry, Renee. It's charming to meet you."

"I'm Roman, her twin brother," Roman's mouth twitched. He was ready to cause a scene if things went south.

"Well, actually this is rather fortunate," Janus looked between the two twins, "I get the feeling you two will be understanding. I'm nonbinary and go by sie/sier pronouns. Again, I apologize for assuming. I hope we can get off on a better second impression."

Renee giggled, "that's so cool! I'm actually genderfluid. We can talk more later though, Roman and I still have to unpack all his stuff too."

Roman sighed in relief and turned to go get the next load of Renee's stuff.

After moving all her boxes from the car, Renee and Janus both helped Roman move his stuff into a room just down the hall from them. Even with moving Renee first, Roman’s roommate was nowhere to be found and he wondered if he lucked out with a no-show roommate and accidental single dorm room.

Renee was bubbly and excited, talking about her roommate and sier interests and opinions. Renee was already pretty infatuated with sier. Roman started to unpack his clothing.

"Ro, this is going to be the best! I'm so excited I can't contain it!" she started bouncing on the bed. Roman chuckled and pulled her into a tight hug.

Just then he saw a boy drowning in a purple and black hoodie stop at the door, double-checking the door number. He was so skinny, the only thing Roman could think was Tim Burton Reject but like Cute. The boy caught sight of Roman and Renee hugging and Roman almost thought he saw the 5 stages of grief flash through his eyes.

"Uh, should I come back later? I think this is my room…"

Roman grinned and walked over to the door, "come on in! Virgil right?" Virgil nodded, "hi, I'm Roman! This is Renee. Need help with your stuff?"

Renee waved and Virgil set his box down, "um sure, thanks."

Renee fiddled with her skirt, "Ro, I'm gonna go change."

"Okay, cool. Name when you get back?"

She skipped out of the room, "Reagan! Thanks Ro!"

Roman chuckled and smiled at Virgil, "you'll get used to them. They're genderfluid and switch kinda frequently."

Virgil nodded and started back down the hall to his car, "how long have you known each other?" His voice was tinted with barely noticeable jealousy.

"Since the day we were born. Reagan is my twin," Roman followed his roommate, oblivious to the confusion on his face.

"Wait.. siblings… ohhhh, oh thank god," Virgil was wide-eyed.

"What?"

"I thought Renee was your girlfriend. That would have been awkward," Virgil flushed with embarrassment and Roman broke out laughing.

"Wow, that's a first! I've never been told my sib looked like my S.O.! You're funny Virge!" Roman hit Virgil on the back in a friendly pat that sent the smaller boy stumbling forward.

They quickly moved the few boxes Virgil had brought into the room and both boys started unpacking. The room was tensely quiet until Reagan came barreling back into the room with their roommate in tow.

"Oh my God! You guys!! Janus is the sweetest bitch," their eyes were sparkling with excitement.

"All I did was offer to help with classwork," Janus mumbled. Sie looked at Roman and Virgil and could feel the awkwardness in the room that Reagan was oblivious to, "so, anyone know a good ice breaker?"

Roman and Virgil replied at the same time, "polar bears."

Janus snorted, trying to contain sier amusement, "not quite what I meant, but A for effort."

"Ooh, have either of you two met your soulmates?" Reagan grinned at Virgil and Janus.

"My birthday is in a couple of months, so I have no idea," Virgil shrugged, taping up an MCR poster.

Janus rolled sier eyes, "no, I'm not really trying to find them either. Their first impression of me is disappointment anyway and you know how impossible it is to correct a bad first impression."

Roman laughed, "I feel like I'm looking for the impossible! My soulmate’s first impression is that I'm straight . How?" he held up the pride flag that he was preparing to hang above his bed.

"I could imagine it if the first time they saw you, you were… I don't know, hugging your sister," Virgil coughed suspiciously.

"Well, I will quickly correct them. Shoot, I forgot to ask. Virgil are you okay with queer stuff all over my side of the room? Because if not we have a problem," Roman smiled nervously and Reagan snickered at him. He supposed he should have figured this out before outing Reagan to Virgil but better late than never.

"You're good, Princey. I might not be flamboyant but I'm definitely gay," Virgil smiled softly.

"How lucky you're rooming together," Janus smirked, "should we dismantle one of the beds now?"

Reagan howled with laughter as Roman and Virgil both vehemently denied that suggestion, faces redder than strawberries.

"Give it a month, Jan," they snickered, wiping a tear from their eye.

"Indeed, bet?"

"20 bucks says you're on."

"We're right here!" Virgil protested.

"Shut up, you know I love you guys," Janus replied smoothly.

"No. No, I don't know that," Virgil flipped up his hood to hide his face from the others and pulled out his DVD collection to sort it. Roman glanced over and gave a triumphant shout.

"I knew it! Corpse Bride, Alice in Wonderland, Nightmare Before Christmas, Beetlejuice? I knew you'd be into Tim Burton!" Roman grinned happily, "fantastic movies!"

"How? We've known each other for like an hour…" Virgil was confused.

"Ah, I think it was the hoodie. You just look like one of his characters, you know?" Roman's grin turned sheepish.

"Fair enough. That is my aesthetic," Virgil shrugged.

"So should we leave you two future love birds alone now or…?" Reagan chuckled. They could tell Roman liked his roommate a lot, even if he wasn't outwardly flirting.

"Excellent idea, Reagan. We can cause more mischief elsewhere," Janus turned to leave with Reagan following close behind sier.

The first semester of classes went chaotically fast. True to Reagan's prediction, Roman and Virgil started dating within weeks. Despite outward dissimilarities, the two made for a good couple, balancing each other's sweetness and snark and flair and dramatics.

Roman couldn’t help but feel nervous as the clock ticked closer to midnight. Winter vacation had been hard enough with Virgil on the other side of the country, but tomorrow was his birthday and Roman was anxious to figure out if the connection he felt with his boyfriend was as deep and as fated as he wanted it to be.

They were facetiming when the alarm Roman had set for midnight went off.

"Happy birthday, my chemically imbalanced romance!" Roman grinned as Virgil shook his head at the nickname, "where's the mark?"

Virgil chuckled, "can't I enjoy being legally adult for two minutes?"

"Virgillllll please?" Roman pleaded, puffing out his lip.

"Fine. I think it's on the back of my neck though. Hang on," Virgil turned off the camera to take a photo while Roman waited impatiently.

Roman couldn’t see his face but he could hear Virgil’s soft gasp, "what is it, love?"

"Did you really think that about me, Roman?" Virgil sounded upset and Roman wished he would turn the camera back on.

"I don't know, V, what does it say? Please turn the camera back on," Roman prodded gently.

The camera flicked back on and Roman could see the back of Virgil’s neck with a single line of shiny scarlet text, "Tim Burton Reject but like Cute."

"Your first thought of me was that I was a reject??" Virgil brought the camera back to his face and Roman could just make out the line of a tear cutting through his makeup.

"Virgil, it's not like that-"

"Well, it sure looks like it! Either that was your first impression of me or we aren't soulmates! I have to live with this on my skin for the rest of my life I deserve to know!"

Roman glared at Virgil, "quite hypocritical considering I have to live with the fact you thought I was dating my own sibling written across my ass!" Roman took a deep breath before continuing, "yes, my first thought of you wasn't the kindest phrasing. First impressions are so often very wrong. People aren't static pictures, they're living art. Just look at Remus; he's constantly changing. And I've seen you change in so many ways the past four months, Virgil. I would never call you a reject now. I'm sorry I did back then."

Roman watched Virgil’s face as he finished his apology. To his surprise, Virgil started to laugh, low and quiet at first but quickly growing.

"You were right though. I was so skinny, so dark, and so edgy- I think just about anyone would have agreed with you. I think you got the short end of the soulmate stick, Ro, because now you're stuck with me, the Tim Burton Reject," Virgil's smile was wide and genuine and Roman clasped his hand to his chest in relief.

"Oh my goodness, you scared me. I thought I was going to be single! Who knew your birthday was the actual nightmare before Christmas," both of them laughed at that, "goodnight love. Text me when you open your present."

Roman smiled as Virgil saluted and ended the call.

Thank the stars they actually were soulmates.

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