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PASH! March 2024 Persona 3 Reload part pictures and transcription.

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影時間、再び

名作RPGのフルリメイク作『ペルソナ3 リロード』を特集！伊織順平役・鳥海浩輔さん、真田明彦役・緑川 光さん、スタジオディレクター・山口拓也さんのコメントと共に、本作の魅力を紐解いていく。

学園ジュブナイルの名作『ペルソナ3』が現代技術で蘇る

2006年に発売され、多くのファンを魅了した『ペルソナ3』。約18年の時を経て、オリジナル版の魅力はそのままに、現代に合わせてフルリメイクした『ペルソナ3 リロード』(以下『P3R』)が2月2日に発売された！

本作は遊びやすくシステムがブラッシュアップされたほか、登場人物を掘り下げるイベントなどが追加されている。

ここでは『P3R』の奥深い物語や、システムを紹介。新たに蘇った『ペルソナ3』の世界に触れてみよう！

↑洗練された新規オープニングや、ゲームサウンドも話題に！

日と1日の狭間にある影時間に挑め！

影時間に現れる謎の敵・シャドウの襲撃を受け、ペルソナ能力が覚醒した主人公。彼は仲間たちとシャドウを討伐しながら、謎に満ちた影時間の真実に迫っていくことになる。

出会いと別れの先で主人公を待つ運命は

Story

→↓心の強さが力になるペルソナ使いたち。彼らは満月のたびに襲来する大型シャドウとの戦いや、仲間との交流を通して成長していく。

System

学園生活を通して自分の能力を磨こう

学生である主人公は、平日は学校に通っている。放味みや休日は、買い物や自分磨きなど、自由に行動することができる。

Point 1

イベントがいっぱいの学園生活

授業を受けたり、行事に参加したり、学内でのイベントがたくさん用意されている。登場人物たちと、楽しい思い出を作ろう！

↑←主人公には、学力、魅力、勇気の専用パラメータがある。授業を受けたり、試験でいい結果を出したりすると成長。特定のパラメータが高くないと、発生しないイベントもあるようだ。

Point2

コミュで絆を育てよう

主人公は仲間たちや一部の登場人物と、絆＝コミュを築くことができる。交流してコミュランクを上げることで、登場人物を深掘りする魅力的な物語が展開。さらにランクが上がると、戦闘が有利になる要素も！

新規のリンクエピソードも登場

↑オリジナル版でコミュがなかった仲間キャラには、新規のリンクエピソードを追加。彼らの知らなかった一面が明らかになる。

And More

何をするのもあなた次第

←↑本作はカレンダー形式で、1日ごとに何をするか選択可能 (一部、行動できない日もあり)。部活をするもよし、アルバイトに励むのもよし。全ての行動が主人公の成長につながっていくので、毎日の行動を充実させていこう。

ペルソナ能力を活用しシャドウを倒そう！

影時間に登場するダンジョン・タルタロスに挑むことで、シャドウを討伐し、主人公たちのバトル能力を成長させることができる。

→シャドウには弱点がある。武器やスキルで弱点をつき、戦いを有利にしよう。

シャドウの弱点をつけ

Battle

強力なテウルギア

↑必殺技・テウルギアが追加され、バトル演出がより華やかに！

しゅ じん こう

主人公

CV : 石田 彰

月光館学園高等部に2年から編入してきた転校生。昔学園がある港区に住んでいて、約10年ぶりに戻ってきた。複数のペルソナを召喚できるワイルドの能力を持ち、S.E.E.S. (特別課外活動部) のリーダーを任される。

S.E.E.S

Character

特別課外活動部の仲間たち

主人公が一緒に戦うのは、月光館学園に秘密裏に存在し、シャドウ討伐を目的とする部活動S.E.E.S.に所属する個性豊かな仲間たち！

勝気だけど仲間想いなクラスメイト

たけ ば

岳羽ゆかり

CV : 豊口めぐみ

月光館学園高等部の2年生で、主人公や順平のクラスメイト。弓道部に所属している。容姿端麗なため、学内でもファンが多い。明るくしっかり者で、個性的な仲間たちのツッコミ役になっている。父親の死、そして母親との確執から、ひとりで生きようと考えており、強気な態度を見せることも⋯。

陽気なムードメーカー

い おり じゅん ぺい

伊織順平

CV : 鳥海浩輔

影時間に迷い込んでいるところを真田に救われ、S.E.E.S.に加入する。コミュニケーション能力が高く、陽気で仲間を盛り上げるムードメーカーだが、少し調子に乗りやすいところがある。同じ学年なのにリーダーを任されて周囲からの信頼が厚い主人公に対して、ライバル意識や劣等感を抱いているよう。

ストイックなボクシング部主将

さな だ あき ひこ

真田明彦

CV : 緑川 光

月光館学園高等部3年生。無敗を誇るボクシング部の主将で、学外にも名が知れ渡っている。過去のある事情から強さを追い求めており、影時間でのシャドウとの戦いも、どこか楽しんでいる節がある。文武両道でストイックな性格の持ち主だが、頑固で融通が利かず、少しズレた反応を見せることも多い。

生徒会長を務める大企業の社長令嬢

きり じょう み つる

桐条美鶴

CV : 田中理恵

月光館学園高等部3年生で、生徒会長。S.E.E.S.を立ち上げ、自身も部長としてメンバーをまとめている。世界有数の大企業である桐条グループの社長令嬢だが、影時間には彼女の家が深く関わっているようで⋯。品行方正な優等生だが、世間知らずな面もあり、浮世離れした言動で周囲を驚かせる。

分析能力に優れたナビゲーター

やま ぎし ふう か

山岸風花

CV : 能登麻美子

月光館学園高等部2年生。穏やかで控えめだが、芯はしっかりしている。ある出来事で影時間に閉じ込められ、主人公たちに救出された。そこでペルソナ能力が覚醒し、S.E.E.S.の一員に加わる。情報収集や分析が得意で、サポート能力に優れた専用ぺルソナ・ルキアの力を使い、ナビ役として仲間を支える。

人懐っこい忠犬

コロマル CV : 高橋伸也

寮の近くにある長鳴神社の神主の愛犬で、主人を亡くしたあとも、大切な場所を守り続けていた忠犬。ある事件がきっかけでぺルソナ能力に目覚め、主人公たちに保護され、一緒に寮で生活することになった。賢く、人懐っこい性格で、自身の気持ちを翻訳してくれるアイギスと、天田とは特に仲良し。

心を持った対シャドウ特別兵器

アイギス

CV : 坂本真綾

心を持った人型兵器として生み出され、ペルソナを召喚することができる。なぜか初対面から主人公に対して強い執着を見せるが、理由は不明。仲間に加わったあとは、月光館学園に通い、主人公たちのクラスメイトになる。機械らしく実直な言動が多いが、仲間と過ごすなかで、人間らしい感情が芽生えていく。

背伸びをして大人びた振る舞いをする小学生

あま だ けん

天田 乾 CV : 緒方恵美

月光館学園初等科5年生。事故で母親を亡くしており、主人公たちが暮らす巌戸台分寮に身を寄せることになる。あるきっかけでペルソナ能力に目覚め、幼いながらも、自らの意志でS.E.E.S.に加わることを決めた。とても礼儀正しく大人びているが、特撮ヒーローが好きなど、まだまだ子供らしい面も。

S.E.E.S.の創設メンバーのひとり

あら がき しん じ ろう

荒垣真次郎

CV : 中井和哉

月光館学園高等部3年生だが、現在は休学中。美鶴、真田と共にS.E.E.S.を創設したが、2年前のある事件が原因で現在は活動に参加していない。真田とは同じ施設で育った幼馴染みで、お互いに気にかけている。無口でぶっきらぼうだが根は優しく、料理が得意。また、コロマルを密かに可愛がっている。

順平は誰よりも人間臭くてとてもいい男

今作で初めて『ペルソナ3』に触れる方もいらっしゃると思います。改めて『ペルソナ3』という作品に、ご自身が感じられている魅力をお聞かせください。

独特の世界観、硬軟織り交ぜた見応えのあるストーリー、魅力的なキャラクター等あげたらキリがないですが⋯。新しい・古いではなく、ゲームとして楽しめるところが魅力ではないでしょうか。

ご自身が演じられている伊織順平の魅力や好きなところをお聞かせください。

順平はバカでお調子者でみっともなかったりだらしなかったりするのですが、誰よりも人間臭くて、成長して、決してスーパーマンではないけれど、とてもいい男だと思います⋯褒めすぎかな (笑)。

登場キャラクターの中で好きなキャラや思い入れのあるキャラがいれば教えてください。

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伊織順平役

鳥海浩輔

新しい・古いではなく、ゲームとして楽しめるところが魅力

とりうみ・こうすけ

アーツビジョン所属。主な出演作 : 『うたの☆プリンスさまっ♪』愛島セシル役、『キングダム』尾平役 ほか

順平もゆかりっちも⋯てか、出てくるキャラクターみんな良いのですよ。とても魅力的なキャラクター揃いだと思います。まぁでも、手前味噌ですが順平が1番好きです。あとチドリも。

影時間 (1日と1日の間にある、普通の人には認識できない時間) にどんなことをしてみたいですか？

影時間は経験しなくていいです (笑)。

作中のお気に入りのペルソナを教えてください。

ヘルメスかっこいい。ジャックフロストかわいい。ケルベロスかっこいい。

月光館学園の生徒になったとしたら、どんなふうに過ごしてみたいですか？

やはり真田先輩と牛丼を⋯。

最後に読者にメッセージをお願いいたします。

とても楽しく、個人的にも思い入れのある作品です。是非多くの方に楽しんでいただきたいと思います。よろしくお願いいたします。

自分は。ペルソナ能力には目覚めなくていいです(苦笑)

今作で初めて『ヘルソナ3』に触れる方もいらっしゃると思います。改めて『ペルソナ3』という作品の印象をお聞かせください。

自分が初めて遊んだ『ペルソナ』シリーズです。自分はちょっと怖いものが苦手で、このタイトルもそういう雰囲気なんだろうなぁ。遊びたいけど大丈夫かなぁ。なんてビクビクしながらプレイしたのですが、めちゃめちゃスタイリッシュだわ、音楽はお洒落だわで、ものすごくハマりましたねえ。

ご自身が演じられている真田明彦の魅力や好きなところをお聞かせください。

結構ハードな過去を背負っている割には、あまりそれを見せないところかなぁ。

登場キャラクターの中で好きなキャラや思い入れのあるキャラがいれば教えてください。

う～ん。やっぱり荒垣 (真次郎) ですねぇ。

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真田明彦役

緑川 光

スタイリッシュで、音楽はお洒落だわで、ものすごくハマりました

みどりかわ・ひかる

青二プロダクション所属。主な出演作 : 『うたの☆プリンスさまっ♪』鳳瑛一役、『あんさんぶるスターズ！！』 天祥院英智役 ほか

影時間 (1日と1日の間にある、普通の人には認護できない時間) にどんなことをしてみたいですか？

色んな所に行って、普段と違うところを堪能したいです (笑)。

もしご自身がぺルソナ能力に目覚めたら、どんなぺルソナだと思いますか？

目覚めちゃうと、あの銃のパーン！ってやつしなきゃダメ??？だったら、怖いので、目覚めなくていいです (苦笑)。

月光館学園の生徒になったとしたら、どんなふうに過ごしてみたいですか？

学生時代が、それはそれは昔過ぎてキラッキラ輝いているので (笑)、普通に友達とわちゃわちゃ遊びたいですね。普通が1番です (苦笑)。

最後に読者にメッセージをお願いいたします。

以前のものも面白かったですが、さらに面白くする自信があるからフルリメイクしたんだと思っているので、未プレイの方だけでなく、ブレイ済みの方たちも、是非、再びお手に取っていただけると幸いです。

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アトラス ペルソナスタジオ ディレクター

山口拓也

今のペルソナスタジオが魂を込めてお届けします

議論を重ねて丁寧に作っていく

『ペルソナ3 リロード』はどのような流れでフルリメイクが決定したのでしょうか？

『P3』のリメイク自体は元々ユーザーからの要望も多く、毎年アトラスが行っているユーザーアンケートでもリメイクしてほしいタイトルとして常に上位に上がるほどでした。ぺルソナスタジオとしてもユーザーの要望にお応えしたい気持ちはあったのですが、今までスケジュールや人員などの色々な都合で作れていなかったところに、丁度様々な都合がかみ合うタイミングが来まして、「今だ!」という感じで企画が動き始めました。

『ペルソナ3』という作品の魅力はどんなところにあるとお考えですか？

シナリオ、世界観、キャラクターなど様々な魅力があると思いますが、テーマに【死】を掲げているからこその、決して良いことばかりではない、人生の暗い部分にもフォーカスして繰り広げられる群像劇。それを通じて、自分自身はどう生きるべきなのか、限られた時をどう過ごすべきなのか、ついそんなことを考えてしまいながらプレイしてしまって、気が付くとどんどんあの世界に引き込まれていきます。そういった部分が『ペルソナ3』の魅力かと思います。

オリジナル版の発売から約18年後の今、リメイクするにあたって苦労された部分はありますか？

やはり何を変えるか、何を変えないかの取捨選択は非常に苦労しました。オリジナル版は今の『ペルソナ』のターニングポイントとなった伝説的なタイトルで当時のユーザーの方たちも思い入れが強いと思いますので、そういったすでに『ペルソナ3』をご存知の方とこれから新しく遊ばれる方の両方に最大限、現代の『ペルソナ3』として楽しんでもらうための取捨選択が一番苦労しました。関わったスタッフの中には過去の『ペルソナ3』タイトルをユーザーとして遊んだスタッフも多かったので、そういったスタッフとも一つひとつ議論を重ねて丁寧に作っていきました。

『ペルソナ3 リロード』ならではのアピールポイントもぜひ教えてください。

本作には様々な魅力がありますが、まずは何と言っても全面的に刷新されたグラフィックでしょうか。フィールドやキャラクターは等身大のスケールで作られ、UIも全て新規に作り直されています。特に3Dのキャラクターモデルはとても魅力的に作られていますので、大きな画面でじっくり見ていただきたいです。あと個人的にはコロマルの可愛さがもうたまらないので、仲間になった後は是非パーティに入れて、探索に連れて行ってみてください (笑)。

UIまわりや音楽のお洒落さも話題になっています。デザイン面やサウンド面でこだわられたポイントを教えてください。

デザインやサウンド両方に共通することですが、オリジナル版を遊んでいた方にも改めて楽しんでいただけるように、オリジナル版のイメージやニュアンスを汲み取りつつも新鮮さも感じていただけるようパワーアップさせることを意識しました。例えばリーですと、単純に見た目がカッコいいだけでなくこれまでのシリーズを通して培ってきたユーザビリティを損なわないように、遊びやすさや操作の快適さにもこだわって作っています。あと、サウンドでは今作では新曲もいくつか増やしているのですが、あまり曲自体を軸にしすぎると、懐かしさといいますか『P3』らしさみたいなものが損なわれる気がしたので、今作全体の演出や表現、ゲームプレイでパワーアップしたところや変化したところを考えてオリジナルを補完するような意識で追加しました。

キャラクターたちのイベントや寮生活も充実していますが、どのような経緯で追加されたのでしょうか？

『ペルソナ3』は主要なキャラクターたちが同じ寮に住んで暮らしているのですが、今まではあまりそのシチュエーションを活かした描写が少なかったなと思ったのがきっかけです。そこからスタッフと実際に同じ学校の同級生や先輩後輩と寮に住んでいたらどんな事をしたいかとかを話し合って、一緒にテスト勉強がしたいとかDVDが観たいなどいろいろな意見を踏まえて今の形となりました。

主人公たちと敵対する「ストレガ」のエピソードも追加されていますが、注目してほしいポイントはありますか？

今まであまり描かれていなかった、ストレガの各々が影時間やペルソナ能力に拘る理由の一端が垣間思えるかと思いますので、そういった点に注目していただけたら幸いです。また主人公とタカヤが対話する場面も増えており、この追加エピソードを通じ二人の関係も少し深くなっていく部分もありますので、そういった部分も注目ポイントかと思います。

豪華声優陣も注目されていますが、ボイス収録の際に印象に残っているエピソードなどがあればぜひお教えください。

『ペルソナ3』は割とシリアスな場面が多めのストーリーではあるのですが、そういった場面での鬼気迫る演技は、本当に収録に立ち会いながらスタジオで思わず目頭が熱くなるような凄まじい演技をしてくださり、改めて声優さんの凄さといいますか魂を吹き込むというのは比喩でもなんでもなく本当に吹き込んでいるのだなと感じたことが印象に残っていますね。これは本当に是非ゲームをプレイして体感していただきたいです。勿論何気ない日常の一コマもとても楽しく活き活きとした等身大の彼らが見られますので、そういった部分も存分に楽しんでいただければと思います。あとは、新たにキャスティングさせていただいたコミュキャラクターの声優さん方も本当に錚々たる方々に演じていただけたのはありがたかったです。勿論どのキャラクターも魅力を十二分に引き出していただきましたので、そのあたりも注目していただければと思います。

今作で初めてゲームをプレイされる方もいらっしゃると思います。プレイのコツやアドバイスなどがあれば教えてください。

『ペルソナ3 リロード』はカレンダーシステムという何か行動するたびにゲーム内の日付が進むシステムを採用していまして、ゲーム内で日々を無為に過ごし続けると月日がどんどん経過していき、気が付くと何も準備ができていないまま強敵と対峙する⋯なんてこともあります。なので、勉強やアルバイトなどの自分磨きや仲間や友人との交流は勿論、ダンジョン探索やぺルソナの合体等、様々な要素をまんべんなく進めていただいて、忙しくも充実した日々を送っていただくのがプレイするコツかなと思います。あとは難易度設定も用意してあり、ゲーム中にいつでも変更可能ですので、バトルが難しいと感じた方は遊びやすい難易度を選んでいただけたらなと思います。一番優しい難易度では絶対にクリアできるようになっていますので、ストーリーは気になるけどゲームは苦手という方も安心して遊んでいただけると思います。

最後に読者へメッセージをお願いいたします。

今の『ペルソナ』シリーズのターニングポイントにもなった『ペルソナ3』が装いも新たにフルリメイクされて『ぺルソナ3 リロード』として発売中です！“『ぺルソナ3』のリメイク”となっていますが他の『ペルソナ』タイトルを遊んでいなくても、オリジナル版を遊んでなくても全く問題なく楽しめる内容となっています。今のペルソナスタジオが魂込めてお届けする『ペルソナ3 リロード』。少しでも気になったらお手に取っていただけますと幸いです。

Keyword 1

『ペルソナ』シリーズとは

『ペルソナ』は、不思議なペルソナ能力に目覚めた少年少女たちの物語を描く、アトラスの大人気RPGシリーズ。各作品でストーリーは独立しているが、ペルソナを生み出すベルベットルームの存在など、世界観は共通している。『P3』はグラフィックやシステムなどを刷新し、新たな『ペルソナ』像をファンに打ち出した記念すべき作品だ。

↑ベルベットルームの主・イゴールは、シリーズに欠かせないおなじみの人物。

Keyword 2

スタイリッシュなUI

UI (プレイヤーが触れるメニュ―などのシステム) やキャラクターの2Dイラストがブラッシュアップされ、美しくより遊びやすいものになっているのも本作の特徴だ。

→バトルのメニューも操作性アップ！

Keyword 3

仲間たちとの寮生活

S.E.E.S.のメンバーは、全員同じ寮で生活している。本作では寮内で一緒に料理をしたり、試験勉強をしたり、仲間たちと一緒に過ごせる要素がたっぷり追加された！

↑一緒に過ごす時間が増え、仲間たちとの距離がオリジナル版より近い印象に！

Keyword 4

敵対する存在 “ストレガ”

影時間を利用して、他人の復讐の代行をするグループ“ストレガ”。彼らもペルソナ能力を持っており、影時間に対する考え方の違いから、主人公たちと対立する。彼らのイベントが追加され、想いや目的が明らかに。

↑ “ストレガ”が影時間やペルソナ能力に執着する理由とは⋯？

タカヤ

CV : 神奈延年

“ストレガ”のリーダー。独特な風貌と言動の持ち主だが、高いカリスマ性から、心酔する者も多い。影時間を特別な領域と考えており、影時間を消すために活動しているS.E.E.S.の前に、何度も立ちふさがることになる。

ジン

CV : 小野坂昌也

関西弁を話す少年で、戦闘では特製の手榴弾を使用する。頭脳明晰で、情報収集を得意とし、復讐代行サイトの運営を担当。過去の出来事からタカヤのことを強く信奉しており、彼につき従って行動している。

チドリ

CV : 沢城みゆき

絵を描くことを好む、白いドレスが印象的な少女。あまり感情を表に出すことがなく、他者に対して関心がない。ひょんなことから順平と出会い、交流するように。そのなかで、彼女の心に大きな変化が生まれていく。

[erule]

The frat party | t.h.

Title: The frat party

Pairing: Frat boy!Tom Holland x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1859

Warnings: OC Elizabeth (Lizzie), fake dating/relationship trope, language, fluff

Summary: Tom and the reader met at a frat party, but a year later they broke up because of some reason. Now, rumor has it that the reader is dating one of Tom’s friends and he gets jealous.

A/N: Hello hello, enjoy the new chapter! Sorry for the waiting, guys, but I hope that I made it up to you. Just let me know your thoughts about this chapter!

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Chapter 2

Rumor has it

“So, guys, rumor has it that…”

“Stop!” Tom exclaimed, interrupting Harrison. “Everytime you say that sentence, something hurts me and I really wanna miss that opportunity today. I’m already angry at myself because of what happened with Oliver,” he said, lighting a cigarette while sitting on the edge of his bed.

“Smoking makes you even more annoying than usual, Tom,” Harrison said. Tom sighed.

“Oliver makes me like that. He’s still flirting with Y/N, even if he should know by now that she’s mine. I mean, she will be mine again. My girl,” he said, with a soft smile on his face. “Ouch”.

“Still hurts?”

“Yeah, a bit,” Tom answered, brushing his bottom lip where Oliver hurt him.

Jacob suddenly opened the door, a big smile on his face. Tom and Harrison looked at him with suspicion.

“What happened, Jacob?” Harrison asked.

“So, rumor has it that…”

“Oh, fuck me,” Tom sighed, laying his back on the bed. Harrison chuckled.

“I was saying: rumor has it, that there will be a huge frat party at the end of the year to celebrate the older students like us, that will graduate soon and Lizzie asked me to come with her,” he said, happily.

“Lizzie as in Elizabeth? Y/N’s friend?” Tom asked and Jacob nodded.

“She looked a lot like Y/N last year, I thought they were twins. Now she has changed her hair color, at least,” Harrison said.

“The most important things is that she likes me!” Jacob exclaimed. “Be happy for me just once, guys. I deserve it”.

“You’re right Jacob, you do,” Tom said, giving him a pat on his back.

Somebody knocked at the door. Harrison went to open it and found someone who Tom would have been very glad to see. In fact, he jumped from the bed instantly, throwing the unlit cigarette in the trash.

“Hey darling, what are you doing here?”

You sighed, looking at him.

“I have an unseemly proposal for you and you can’t say no”.

“A fake relationship?”

After Tom had sent his friends away, you sat down on his bed in front of him to discuss about the details.

“Look, I didn’t want to do this, but Oliver’s still flirting with me and I have to cut this. He would leave me alone only if he’d see that we’re back together, I’m sure of it. Also, you literally proposed this to me last time, so… Wow, that’s really unpleasant. It must hurt,” you said suddenly, staring at his lip. You moved a hand to reach the wound, but then you stopped. You gazed at him. “Can I?”

Tom nodded. So you brushed it with your fingertip, thinking about how much it costed him to protect you even after your break up. How much it hurt. You swallowed, melancholy threatening to eat you alive. He had closed his eyes for a second. A very long second. Like you at the party. Maybe standing this close to him wasn’t a good idea.

“Y/N…”

“So, what do you think?” You asked, withdrawing your arm.

Tom shrugged.

“I agree,” he said.

“Just like that? You don’t want something in return?”

“As you said, I suggested it in the first place, so I totally agree with it,” he said. Then, he got dangerously close to you, so close that you thought he wanted to kiss you on the lips – and, in fact, he smirked –, but he didn’t. He left you a light kiss on your cheek instead, before whispering these words in your ear: “I’m gonna get you back, Y/N. One way or another,”

You ran away from there like a wolf was chasing you to eat you.

***

You were looking at Zendaya, hands clasped in prayer, begging her to help you. You and Tom had decided to go out as in a date in order to convince Oliver that the two of you were, in fact, back together. Lizzie was already somewhere with Jacob, so you had just Zendaya left to pick the outfit for the evening. She didn’t like that kind of stuff, mostly because because didn’t agree to your plan, but you were too desperate to let it go. She would have helped you at the end. Well, that was your hope anyway.

“Please, Z,” you basically begged her.

She rolled her eyes, arms crossed, but then she nodded. You tried to give her a kiss, but she moved away.

“You know what? This will be a dumb outfit for a dumb plan,” she said, while opening your closet.

“Z, I just…”

“You know why? Because the second, the second, Tom will try to kiss you, you’ll fall for it. Again”.

“I thought that he was your friend too,” you said, showing her a dress, but she shaked her head.

“He is, but I don’t know if he’s the right pick for you. I don’t condone what you did to him,” she said and you gulped, “but he’s not exactly an angel either. He ruined a lot of relationships even before he met you. That’s who he is,” she continued.

You sat on the edge of the bed, while she was looking for something that you could wear.

“Maybe he’s not like that anymore. People grow up, Z,” you said.

“Oh, yeah? Have you?” She asked you, turning around. You swallowed. “That’s what I thought. Don’t come to me when he’ll screw things up again. Or when you will” she stated, then she showed you the outfit. You looked at it with a sparkle in your eyes. “We have found it”.

You showered, wore the outfit and prepared in less than an hour. You were trying to wear your shoes, when Zendaya opened the door to Tom. He was wearing a white T-shirt with a red flannel on it and some ripped jeans. You waved at him, while grabbing your bag. You told Zendaya not to wait for you and then you smiled at Tom, ready to go.

“Are you still smoking?”

“Sometimes,” he answered. “Where’s Oliver tonight?”

“He posted on Instagram an hour ago, so I assume that he’s still with Jacob and Lizzie somewhere in the campus,” you said, looking at your phone.

“Well, so we have some time,” he said with a smirk. He took your hand and you felt shivers running down your spine.

“What are you doing, Tom?”

“Come on darling, if we have to pretend, then we have to make it believable. What’s worse than seeing the girl you like having fun with someone else?” He asked and you noticed a lightning passing through his eyes.

Then, without even realizing it, you found yourself running with Tom all over the campus. That alone made you laugh, because you felt like a little girl. If you had to describe Tom in one word, you would have said he was light. Not because it was always sunny, but because of the way it managed to get you out of the darkness you found yourself in sometimes. He pulled you out of the darkness and made you feel alive, everytime. He was the only one who could do it. Sometimes you wondered why you gave up on him, in fact. Because you had given up on the light, you, who often felt like a full moon in a dark and gloomy sky. He brought you in a part of the campus that seemed a minigolf. Maybe he and his friends had created it, since Tom loved playing golf very much. He gave you a golf club, urging you to try your hand at it.

“I’m not a good player, Tom,” you said, shaking your head.

“I’m still chasing you, right? So I wouldn’t say so,” he replied, leaving you speechless. “I was joking. Come on, let me show you,” he said.

It seemed so cliché, letting him touch you, teaching you to play, celebrate with him every victory of yours… You could have had it, a year ago. That. Tom. All yours. But you gave up on everything. It was your biggest mistake.

“Tom, it’s time. I think that we should go back. Oliver and the others could be coming to their rooms right now,” you said. Tom seemed a bit sad at your words, but only for a moment. It was hard to see an emotion flash on his face.

He nodded.

“Whatever you want, darling,” he said.

You wanted to say something else, but you closed your mouth before you could actually do it. The two of you came back and fortunately, you found Oliver with Lizzie and Jacob still hanging out. You caught Jacob attention and waved him, while Tom was smooth to hold your hand. You turned around in order to tell him something, but he was quick. One second later, her was kissing you and there was something in your stomach, like a knot, that slowly loosened its grip. You felt a weird sensation, a sort of relief. You could feel Oliver’s eyes trying to burn Tom’s skin, Jacob saying Let’s go and your blood boiling in your veins like lava.

When Tom broke the kiss, he ran his thumb over your lips, looking at them with a sort of melancholy. Fake relationships are a beautiful dream, but waking up is from them a nightmare.

“Tom…”

“I think that he got the message,” he said, taking a step back from you. He lit a cigarette, clenching his jaw.

“This is not a joke to me, Tom. It’s not something I’m doing just for him,” you said.

“No? Then explain what all of this is to me, darling,” he replied, throwing out some smoke like it was his anger.

“Yeah,” you said, but then you bit your inner cheek.

“What’s stopping you, Y/N? What are you hiding from me?” He asked, scanning your face. “Are you ashamed of something? Maybe it’s what you did, you know, the whole cheatingthing… or maybe it’s admitting that you still have feelings for me that brings you shame”.

“No, I’m not ashamed,” you said, determined.

“Then talk to me, darling. What’s happening?”

“I can’t tell you, Tom, I’m sorry,” you said, looking around. It was like you needed some air, even if you were outside. That secret didn’t make you breath anymore.

“What? That you liked throwing all away? That he didn’t make you feel like I did? That you weren’t done playing with me? Just tell me something, Y/N, anything would be better than this fucking silence,” he said, raising his voice.

“I didn’t cheat on you!” You yelled. Tom’s eyes grew wide. Everything around you two seemed now quiet, motionless. You covered your mouth with your hands, maybe to erase what you just said. “Fuck”.

Tom stared at you for a good couple of minutes. He looked at your tired and tearful eyes, perhaps thinking whether to believe you or not, then he did something unexpected: he put out his cigarette. He walked over to you, raking your face in his hands and looked into your eyes, this time more intensely. He looked tired and incredibly older.

“Now you’re gonna tell me everything, darling”.

[starshipsofstarlord]

Perception is Key

Part Two to Hell on Earth

avengers x reader

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Summary; dread is all you feel as you take up temporary residence in New Asgard. Something big is coming, and you are not the only one that can feel it, but despite that, Thor tries to make you feel safe in his rebuilt kingdom, though all you see is it falling before your knees

Warnings; mentions of death, angst, secrecy

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Death, it was a certain doom for all living mechanisms, even Asgard had been demolished by its inevitable demise. Yet here you were, nursing an off handed bottle of ale that came from the gods, whilst you breathed in the salt scent that regarded from the ocean that crashed by. New Asgard, the home of Thor and his brothers in arms, whilst his real sibling was killed by Thanos. It was a shame to see the brave deity in mourning, however, there was nothing that you could do about it. Nothing.

The concept of the end came to all, it was a daunting curse that teased its victims, and pried them into sculpting their own fears of it. But for all the people in the galaxy knew, death could be peaceful; you liked to think that you were the same. A wound cog that did not work for their purpose, a villain that could do some good. And whilst you had never threatened the end of the world, your hereditary abilities sure as hell did. It was another danger to humans and more, thus making you one in regard.

Killing was a route that you didn’t want to take, it was dark, and there was no way back for redemption. Murderers and the bad guys, if they wanted penance, would spend their whole lives trying to make amends for what they did, in exchange for a forgiveness that they would never be granted. And if you did such a thing, as regretting causing exhibitions of death, your father would send for you from the underworld, and have you dragged back down to his bleak halls.

Those heroes would rise, as the ones that you came to know and befriend were brought to bottomless pits of service for Hades, suffering for all eternity as they knelt before the god whom ruled hell. Mother could only prey that he would give up his display of the deceased, he used them like puppets, and it was not a friendly scenic for the next batch of Demi gods that they were planning. You were brilliantly strong, but they would be stronger, as not only would they have the army of warriors behind them, they would be invincible.

Their carriageway into ironic new life, was affecting to you, you could feel it as their existence seared through your veins. There was a war coming, and it was going to be a blood bath, there would be bodies littered on all the planets as they respected their appetites, and they would come for you. It wasn’t silly for you to fear them, they had been around before, it was a rebirth for the ages, a damning revolution that would drain all the breathing from the lungs of species, flushing their external beings into whisperings of blistered remains.

Zagreus and Macaria were coming, pursuing the punishment that was deemed worthy for your scoundrel self, you were nothing more than another revamped version of yourself, raised from the ashes, and taking your overdue time to age. You were supposed to be the cause for the world’s destruction, but they, they would tear every atom down piece by piece, because you were unable to complete your mission of birthright.

Humans, nor other vessels of aspiring and mundane inventions, had the impact of defence to protect themselves from more dominant species. They were simply specks with heart beats in the universe, thumping in their chests as they strived to usher their own planet under the hypocrisy of a dying climate.

“Heimdall once said that Hades had a vision, and he, a seer of all people, couldn’t see how far his faction of thought went. There was no end with his quarrel with the nattering of life, instead, it was competently endless, going on for light years upon light years, straggling the gods into the grand demise. To put it into other words, you are his vision.”

“Well I’m not sure that our Vision back at the compound would be too pleased if I coined his name.” But all joking aside, the air shifted every time that you brought lightness to your words. Continuing, you spoke to Thor, whom had brought you to his evolved demeanour of his homeland, and stole you from the consequences of the violent struggle that you had instinctively conquests upon James Buchanan Barnes. “However, on a more serious note, you are aware of my origin, and the truths that Hades is my father. You know of why he crafted me, but there will be a greater shadow than my foresworn self, and the others need to know of this oncoming riot.”

“We shall tell them, but first; eat.” The god of thunder intended for you to follow through with his kind hearted order, though a heated rumble shook the core of the earth, the energy trembling up your legs. They had been born, sooner than anticipated, and much closer to your break from the ruckus than you had wanted.

“I am not sure we have the time, you felt that cause of apocalyptic foreshadowing, I can tell by the fearful promise on your face. My father will not rest until he has me, a weapon in his hold returned, and to do so, he will tear apart this family, in literal terms, so that I can return to my biological home.”

“Eat.” Thor spoke once more, gulping down the terror that graced his long spanned veins. “If there is to be a fight on earth for the ages, destruction raining down on midguard, then you will need your strength. There is no need to deprive yourself of basic necessities, young warrior.”

Accepting the small loaf from his hand, you watched as the crumbs fled a trail through your palm. Even you appetite was frolicking trauma upon bacteria that swayed in the depths of the bread; the gathered yeast feared you, much like you feared yourself. “I’m going to have to return to the compound, as much as I hate to do so after what I had done, they have to know. And throughout our excursion of informative speech, then they shall have to know of my dreaded secret.”

But what if they already knew?

“A weapon like that...” Steve shook his head as he threw the classified papers onto the desk space he had reserved for his affiliated research. “We have to protect the earth, and if we have to do so from her, then we will have to stretch to any means necessary.” The captain gulped, not pleased as he divulged deeper into this situation with his friend.

Bucky remained shocked from the fleeting threats that had deranged from your form; it was like a curse adorned you, but it turned out, it was just you. Nothing had made you this way, instead, you were born a vigil monster, a daughter of a fraternising god.

“The daughter of Hades... I miss the old days where we believed in one god, and went to church every Sunday morning.” He wasn’t have supposed to have heard Barnes talking, but the figure did as he pressed himself against the wall, his hearing inclined to listen to more.

Peter’s eyes bulged as he was silently affirmed with the truth. He had a web stringing each digression together as he thought of your independence that you had been determined to keep. They were going to tell everyone, swaying their opinions from what they knew, rather than what they did not.

But that made you a legend, a mortal infliction of ancient religion; there must have been more to know. He had to be silent to ensure he didn’t trigger an alert to the super soldier’s enhanced hearing, as the boy that was pursed with a spider bite slipped away, portraying his fawning portrayal of being a vigilante.

His assumed destination that his quiet feet were carrying him too was the library. There’d surely be something useful in the walls of filled shelves, and if there wasn’t, then the internet was a useful friend. As he entered the subjective room for required reading, he saw the Falcon himself, Sam Wilson, seated at a small and solitary table.

Perhaps... no, it’d be wrong to turn him against his close friends... but possibly what was necessary. Peter allowed his doe eyes to scan the various sections. Mythology. Though, all avengers knew that there was some truth to every realistic evolution of belief, though it was usually only a little. But maybe, in your case, there would be more.

Tony had told him there had been an incident, and Peter had believed that Mr Stark was concealing a devise of perception from the rest of the aligned team. It was certainly wrong for him to delve against the ruin of the circumstances, but he was eager to do anyways. Whatever happened must’ve been lined coursing seriousness, and he was afflicted with firm interest to find out what.

Ah, he found something. Adjoined with the abilities he knew that you were capable of, he knew it must have been in regards to you, it just made sense. The spine spoke with integrity, daring anyone to read the biblical novel of fumed remark that raised hell on Earth.

The goddess of invoked, bringer of nightmares and madness, Melinoë.

[sansbun]

KINKTOBER POST #1

Genre: suggestive (but kinky)

Pairing: Sadist!Yeosang x neutral reader

Word count: Head empty, thoughts Yeosang.

Warnings: hand kink, degrading, implyfied dumbification, name calling, mentions of tears.

Rainy days usually meant movie nights and lots of cuddles for you and Yeosang, but given the current situation, the movie on the screen no longer seemed to entertain you as your boyfriend, and especially his hands were a huge distraction for you.

You could stare at his hands literally all day without ever getting tired. You always admired how soft and plush they felt against your skin, yet how strong they were when he wrapped them around you. Never failing to make you feel tiny in his hold.

Not to forget how freaking pretty they looked, even when he did nothing in particular. His damn beautiful, veiny, big hands that you wish you could make a mess on. Oh, how you wish they could be wrapped around your throat tightly and-

"Stop drooling over my hands, you pervert." Yeosang chuckled under his breath, catching you off guard as he crouched down to your level to ruffle your hair as you sat on floor, across from him.

"I-I wasn't! Liar!" You internally curse at yourself for stuttering at a time like this. Attempting to convince him with your little lie, even though your face was saying a whole different story.

His eyes darkened and his smile faded ever so slowly, sending shivers down your spine. The only expression remaining on his face now being his infamous, half raised eyebrow as he cocked his head to the side.

His eyes darkened and his smile faded ever so slowly, sending shivers down your spine. The only expression remaining on his face now being his infamous, half raised eyebrow as he cocked his head to the side.

"Oh, I'm the liar now? Did I say something wrong? My bad.. then how about you stop drooling over my hands and start drooling on them?

The sudden change in his previously sweet attitude made you freeze in your spot. How could such a innocent, angelic looking face belong to such a twisted, messed up mind? And why was it turning you on so much? Only a few incoherent sounds left your lips as you couldn't think of a way to get yourself out of this situation, feeling your heart beat quicken.

"Trying to come up with silly excuses won't help you anymore. Perhaps you'd only embarrass yourself further, and you don't want that right now.. do you? Or maybe you secretly get off on that too." The corners of his lips turnt into a slight smirk, his hand coming up to cup your cheek, gently stroking it with his thumb as his eyes scanned your face.

You gulped, eyes flickering between him and his hands that covered a large portion of your face, clearly stuck from embarrassment. His sweet actions didn't match the mocking tone of his voice at all, his words succeeding at sending you into total subspace, making you feel helpless under his touch.

"It's a little too late to act innocent now, don't you think? Drooling over my hands like a horny little bitch.. you really thought I wouldn't notice?" He leaned back in his seat casually, as his hands made its way under your chin, making you look up at him speechless. You could only sit still waiting for more.

"Oh look who decided to shut up, will you finally put your mouth to some good use or do I have to do everything myself?" You shivered at the sound of his voice which was even deeper then usual, sounding as calm as ever which only made you feel smaller and more and more powerless compared to him.

Your whole face was now on fire, cheeks red from embarrassment and undeniable frustration. All you could do was try not to show just how much he was affecting you, failing miserably.

Your actions only resulted in getting a airy, nearly sadistic chuckle out of him as his free hand gripped your hair tightly, the other already gliding across your lips softly. You didn’t know if it was the contrast of his hands or his power over you, that made you close your eyes momentarily.

"Such a dumb baby.. can't even form words properly.. getting so worked up over the thought of someone's hands near their filthy mouth. So pathetic, aren't you?." He cooed almost too gently as he pulled on your bottom lip with his thumb, slipping two fingers into your now parted lips without warning.

You almost whimper around his fingers as you look up at him with glossy eyes, drooling around his digits.

"Aww is my baby going to cry already? But I think you can take much more, can't you?" He raises his eyebrow once again, completely unfazed by how desperate and needy you were because of him. Without saying another word he pushed his fingers further into your mouth making you choke on them, hot tears spilling from the corners of your eyes.

"What's that you say? You want to lick my hands like a horny little dog? How cute of you." He just laughed at the sight of you breathless as he yanked you off his fingers by pulling on your hair, wiping your own drool into your cheek, letting it mix in with your tears.

At this point you couldn't ignore the unbearable heat spreading through out your whole body, making you feel like you’re having a wet fever dream, wanting nothing else then for him to ruin you and have his way with you, make you cry, make you his little toy.

You barely had time to take a breath, immediately sticking your tongue out to lick at his hands hungrily.

"Making such a mess out of yourself just because of my hands that aren't even touching you, I didn't know you're this pathetic." His sinister laugh was somehow like music to your ears, loving the way he spoke down to you as he had full control over you.

You dragged your tongue along each of his veins that protruded on his hand slowly, moaning softly at how intensely he was staring into your eyes.

"That's a good pet.. seeing you so fucked out just by licking my hands really makes me wonder how you're gonna look by the time I'm done with you.”

NEXT

A/N: I was lowkey very embarrassed and hesitant to post this since I actually talk to people on here but hopefully they won’t mock me too much MDMWKSMS anyways hope you enjoyed~ Feel free to leave some feedback, it would be very appreciated!

[spacegirlapollo]

Ice Cream (Hawks x Reader Smut)

Title: Ice Cream

Genre: Smut, Fluff 

Words: 2,916 

Summary: Keigo gives you a reward for using your quirk to help him out. 

(lmao I’m so bad at summaries, anyways its smut 90% and plot: 10% lmao enjoy! )

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“Keigo!” you groaned, looking down at the mess of chips that were sprinkled on the floor not too far from the bag that you had dropped. 

You had your arm practically submerged in a bag of your boyfriend’s chips, when the front door to your shared apartment swung open, revealing the man himself in all of his post work glory. You were very taken off guard because he hardly ever used the front door, instead he consistently shot through one of the big balcony windows, that had been his only deal breaker when apartment hunting. He only occasionally used the door when his wings were all used up or he was exhausted. But he was standing in front of you now with a seemingly full set of wings and boundless Keigo energy. 

You were so used to it now that you could even hear the faint sounds of his wings flapping a few seconds before he came into the window.  You were also feeling the tiny ping of guilt as you had stolen his bag of chips, you hadn’t planned to eat the whole thing, but now the chips laid on the floor inedible. 

“Sorry babe.” He said with a chuckle as his back was turned to lock and close the door. He turned to you and gave you his famous closed eye charming smile. The one that always made you forget what you were even upset about before. You pouted bending over to scoop up the chips before he could see your contraband. 

In the corner of your eye you could see his boots enter your vision and then he was eye level with you, positioned to help you scoop up the chips. His face widened in mild disbelief. 

“Are these my-” 

“I’m sorry!” You said not able to hold your laugh in as you almost shouted it. 

“ I was craving salt. I needed salt Keigo.” 

His golden laugh rang around your ears and you couldn't help matching his laugh. You watched his face for a moment and your smile fell a bit as his face scrunched momentarily in pain. Setting the bag full of ruined chips to lean against the sofa, you reached for him frowning. 

“Are you okay baby?” You asked concern dripped all over your facial features. 

His face cleared up immediately and his golden smile was back. 

“Yeah i’m okay.” He said lying flawlessly. You frowned as he started to stand up. He said it in that tone that you knew meant he wasn't going to give you any other answers. It was the tone he used to pretend like things at work were fine even if they weren't. 

“I’m going to shower.” He said looking a bit far away now, but he turned back to you a smaller smile creeping on the edge of his lips. 

“I missed you today… want to watch a movie or something?” 

You smiled at his, for some reason you’d missed him today too. 

“Sounds like a plan.” You said. 

He winked and turned to head down the hallway leading to the bathroom. His smile had dropped again though. 

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15 minutes later, you had vacuumed the floor a bit and were now carrying a large plant into the living room. 

Your quirk was a healing one, which was convenient when Keigo came home bruised and bloody occasionally. You could heal any and everything, but your quirk was all about balance and energy. If you healed someone directly, it would take energy from you to balance itself. But if you had something like a plant nearby you could use the energy from the plants to heal as well. 

You had a feeling, something was wrong with Keigo and he wasn't telling. Why, you weren't sure. He typically did not like being healed by you, as too much healing could leave you feeling weak for days at a time. You figure this must be it. Either way you placed down the plant near the edge of the couch hoping that he wouldn't notice the sudden addition to the room. 

Grabbing the remote and plopping down on the couch you could hear the water shutting off from deeper in the house. 

A few minutes into your search for a good movie, and you could hear his footsteps as he re-entered the room, a white tee and sweatpants on instead of his heavy duty hero uniform. 

“Did you pick something out?” He asked, crossing into the room. 

“Yep!” You said patting your lap with your free hand motioning him towards you. 

He eagerly came forward sitting on the couch and resting his hand on your lap. The couch was large enough to fit his wings, which was like most furniture in your home. You pressed play on your zombie movie you’d picked out and started to play with his hair with your right hand. 

You knew how much he loved when you did this, but now you could still see how his eyebrows were pulled together slightly. It wasn't totally innocent , your playing with his hair, as when you did this you were able to take a sort of scan of whatever you were touching to better understand what was wrong. The spots typically show up as red circles in your mind. And sure enough you could see red circles where it seemed his wings connected to his back. It must have been sore from all the flying he’d been doing lately. He’d told you once that his body was a little two small for the powerful wings. You wondered how often he went through this pain without saying anything. 

Your hand slipped up the back of his shirt and he looked up at you a little, an eyebrow raised. 

You reached the spots of red before he could turn away from you. 

“Babe what are you doin- MHM” 

His sentence was cut off by a deep moan that caught you a bit off guard. You’d touched one of the spots activating your quirk. You knew though from healing yourself that the healing felt intensely satisfying like a good scratch on an itchy spot, or stepping into a hot Jacuzzi.  

You moved onto the next spot activating your quirk again, The plant next to you starting to shrink and wilt. You felt him melting in your lap despite him having tried his hardest to not let you know. 

You pressed slightly against a larger red zone another gasp like moan came from your boyfriend, and you couldn't help but bite your lip at the sound. You knew it wasn't on purpose but It was almost sinful the noises he was letting out. You shifted slightly pressing your thighs together as you felt your mind running wild. 

You finished with the right wing and started to make quick work of the second, pressing softly against each zone while Keigo’s face smoothed out with each heal. You’d saved the largest one for last, guiltily hoping for another moan. You were rewarded when you started to heal and he let out another gaspy groan and you imagined him making that noise right next to your ear while on top of you.

The plant next to you had officially wilted down but Keigo was fully healed and sitting up now from your lap to face you. Before you could react both of his hands were on your cheeks and he pulled you into a kiss that felt like he was the sun and filling you up with light. 

He pulled away and let his hands drop giving you a shy smile. 

“I don’t know why I was being so stubborn Y/N.” He shook his head in disbelief. He seemed to be his normal self again, face cleared of any pain. 

“I feel…” He sighed in relief. “ So much better.” 

You smiled back at him, head a little foggy from the kiss and body on fire from his noises. 

“How can I make it up to you.” He was saying now, getting animated again. 

“I could make dinner.” He started to suggest but then thought better tapping his finger on his chin as he was thinking. 

“Hmmm no… I could fly us to get ice cream!” 

He looked at you his face the question : “ How about it?” 

‘

When he didn't immediately read a yes on your face he shook his head. “ No? How about…” 

“Keigo..” You blurted , heart skipping a beat when he immediately stopped and looked at you. 

“I- I want something different.” You said, cursing yourself for how soft your voice was coming out. You felt the heat rising to your cheeks and his head tilted a bit, confused. He looked cute and insanely hot like that, watching you. 

Keigo was a quick study however, and you saw the realization of just exactly what you wanted hitting his face. A smirk crept across his face, 

“Ohh, I see.” He said so low it sent a chill down your spine. 

and he moved so quick he didn’t give you a moment to think. His hands suddenly were on each of your ass cheeks scooping you up and planting you firmly on his lap. He moved back a strand of you falling hair before drawing your lips in again for a kiss. This one is much different from the last. His lips parted yours, your tongues swirling together as his grip on your ass tightened. 

You felt a throbbing between your legs and as you broke apart your kiss for air he started to kiss up your neck and to your jawline leaving butterfly kisses along the way that were sending your head spinning. 

“Mmm I missed you today.” He said close to your ear in that low voice that sent chills down your spine. You felt his hand slipping into the front of your pants, and you let out a small moan as he sunk two fingers into your soaking cunt. 

“You miss me?” He asked, pumping his fingers into you agonizingly slowly. When you didn't immediately respond he sat back some and grabbed your chin to bring your eyes to him. He inserted another finger, picking up the pace as he curled his fingers inside you. 

“Hm?” He asked again as you opened your mouth to moan out a yes. 

“Tell me.” He said breathily, his speed making you see stars now. 

“ Tell me how much you couldn’t wait for me to come home and fuck you.” 

You moaned and the sound of his soaking fingers fucking you filled the room. You were close to unraveling and he knew it. 

“Keigo” you moaned out using your hands flat against his chest to balance yourself. “Fuck, I missed you.” 

This seemed to satisfy him as he grinned devilishly at you bringing your face intoxicatingly close again. 

“You gonna come for me?” He asked as if he could feel just how close to the edge you were. 

“Mm yes be a good girl and come for me.” 

You couldn't hold off anymore as your head leaned back in an open moan as you came onto his fingers. You could feel his deep chuckle vibrating in his chest on your hands that were placed squarely on his chest. 

 You let out a little squeak as your whole body rose as he picked you up. Your legs were wrapped instinctively around his waist and you giggled a bit in excitement as he started to walk you almost blindly into your bedroom. 

“Mhm you thought I was finished with you?” He asked. 

“I really hoped not.” You teased back, before your back landed on the extra large bed in your bedroom. Keigo was above you now grabbing your t-shirt and rolling it off your head, then going for your pants slipping them off effortlessly. You say up slightly and began to remove his clothing as well, almost blushing in the way his eyes followed you. 

When you were both completely naked, he grabbed your chin again bringing you in for a kiss. You reached for his hardened cock pumping it in rhythm and enjoying his breathy moans against your lips. 

Breaking apart your lips with a smirk you pushed him back, and he went willingly sitting up slightly against the headboard. 

Coming closer you took it into your mouth moaning to send vibrations down his spine. You watched as he closed his eyes slightly at this, He was looking at you eyes half lidded and lustful. 

You stuck out your tongue as you brought your head up releasing him with a pop. His hand came forward and grabbed your face guiding you back down to the hilt of his cock. You hollowed out your mouth and hummed relishing in his deep moan. He was setting the pace now bringing your head up and down his hard shaft, chasing his orgasm. 

“Fuck Y/N” He growled out his lips parted as he came deep down your throat. 

“gaddamn it.”  He said sitting up and rolling you over till he was on the top. Although there hadn’t really been a moment where he wasn't in charge. 

“You’re so fucking pretty.” He said before entering your wet folds with a push. You moaned out at the feeling of being filled up by him. He didn’t wait and he was slamming into you again, his right hand gripping your hip as he fucked you and his left next to your head for balance..

You loved looping up at him like this, your beautiful boyfriend and his stretching wings above you. He knew every inch of your body and just how to make you feel good. You moved your head slightly to the side to make room for his hot lips against your neck. Moans spilled from your lips as he didn’t let up on you in the slightest. You reward him for healing him, as he typically teased you from start to finish. You weren’t going to last long and he was planning on that. 

“Fuck Keigo.” You moaned as he pressed his body closer to yours and descended into short powerful strokes against your g spot. Your hands were around his neck now as he fucked you into the mattress all the while his hot voice in your ear, egging on your climax, sending your body into a tailspin with his dirty words. 

You felt that tight knot in your stomach as your eyes rolled back in bliss. 

“Yes. Yes.” He said now eyes closing as your pussy tightened around him “Yes. cum for me” 

He took your lips with his as he reached his own climax and overstimulating your soaking cunt. A few more deep strokes and you could feel him cumming inside of you filling you up. 

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“Did you really miss me today?” You asked looking up at Keigo who was stroking your hair now, as you were both naked in bed. He had you close to his chest and he looked back down at you a little more serious than you’d thought he’d be. 

“I miss you all the time little bird.” He said moving his hand down to stroke your cheek. 

“You always heal me in more ways than one.” 

Your face squished with how cute and cheesy that was, but you couldn't hide your big smile.

“Hmmm. I missed you too.” You said and he kissed your forehead sending your heart going wild. 

It was quiet for a while as you laid there just enjoying each other's presence. 

“Can we still get ice cream?” You asked quietly and you could feel his whole body shake as he laughed. 

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“Sure little bird, lets go get some ice cream.” 

[wri0thesley]

Marked - Part 1 Dio x Fem! Reader (Kinktober Day #2: Abduction)

NSFW. AFAB reader, fem pronouns. Vampirism. Abduction. Oral sex, biting, blood, marking, fucking around with Jojo vampire canon to my own ends.  5k.

Your father receives a missive at dinner; George Joestar is dead, and Dio Brando is missing, and Jonathan Joestar is set to inherit the estate. You push away your father’s suggestion that you get close to the Joestar boy - everyone knows that you and Dio Brando have a history. Your father, perhaps, does not know quite the extent - but as the memories resurface and your pounding heart does not let you rest, you retire to your bedroom for the evening. You are not to know it’s for the last time in your life. At least, the last time with a beating heart.

News travels fast, even by horseback. 

Well, that’s not entirely true. Bad news travels fast - you hear of marriages of eligible suitors your father wishes you had accepted proposals from and deaths of friends who are struck with terrible consumption and melancholy quicker than you ever hear of invitations to country houses or balls. So it’s no surprise how quickly the knowledge of George Joestar’s death reaches you, being only a few cities over - your father reads the missive over dinner, and gives you the sad news with the air of a man rather too pleased by another’s misfortune. 

“Wasn’t his son briefly courting you?” He asks, and you neatly wipe your mouth with the lace napkin by the table settings. You do not let the flush show on your face, even as memories of Dio Brando come rushing to the forefront of your mind. “The adopted one?”

“Mr Brando?” You ask, delicately. The thought of Dio’s wicked smile and his fingers on your back, touching the lacing of your dress, his body pressed hot and too close to you makes itself far too known for so early in the evening. 

“That’s the one,” your father says. His eyes scan over the paper, his lip twisting to one side. “Looks like his adopted son’s done a runner, anyway. Perhaps you should be a comfort to his biological son in his time of need?” The way your father stresses the word ‘biological’ makes you repress a shiver; it makes you think of how he has been needling at you, reminding you that a proper young lady ought to be out of her father’s home and fulfilling her biological duty. 

You have fulfilled some biological duty, at any rate - with Dio Brando, his hand between your thighs, your own fingers around his hips and your mouth open wide for the placket of his trousers to open. You’re certain that’s not what your father meant by ‘biological duty’ for his unmarried daughter. 

“I’d rather think I should let him mourn in peace,” you say, your voice very quiet, your hand as steady as you can manage as you take a sip of tea from the fine china teacup. “If you don’t mind,” you stand up, slowly, “I have some correspondence that I should be replying to.”

Your father’s eyes follow you as you stand, his face set in disapproval. 

“Of possible suitors, I hope,” he mumbles, low under his breath - and you decide to keep your dignity and leave the room in a flurry of skirts, trying not to let the thought of Dio Brando’s mouth hot on your neck and his body pressed snugly between your thighs overwhelm you altogether. 

The correspondence is a lie, of course - you get letters, but most of the time, you throw them to the side. Your father’s ideas for suitable matches are so boring - they’re nothing compared to the fire in Dio’s eyes, the cut-glass accent slipping into the rough accent of a boy raised on the streets, the filthy words he’d given you that no respectable young lady should know. They pale in comparison, too, to Dio’s broad frame and his golden eyes and the carefully coiffed golden hair. How are you supposed to satisfy yourself with the droning on of a boring aristocrat who’s never done anything dangerous in his life when you’ve tasted danger on Dio’s lips and in trails of fire under his fingertips? 

His fingers. You bite your lip, stealing a guilty look behind you. Your father will take his dinner and then retire to his study, a glass of port in his hands until he falls asleep in a stupor. Your maids are long finished with their daily tasks with only dinner things to take care of, your household rather less bustling since your mother passed away and your brothers and sisters have been married off. If you were to steal back into your bedroom instead of into the pretty little blue and white receiving room with your writing desk, nobody would be around to spy on you and wonder what you were doing. 

And your body is aflame with memories, and your corset is squeezing you tight, and every rub together of your thighs as you hurry up the narrow passageway to your bedroom is torture. The maids have already lit the gas lamp, in case you want to retire to bed early, and you catch sight of yourself in the looking glass opposite your bed - your cheeks are flushed, your eyes bright, your bosom (already put to its best advantage by the tight lacing of your corset) heaving. This is the kind of look that Dio always saw you with, pulling you behind him into disused nurseries and cupboards.

“Look at you,” he’d say, bending his mouth low so that his breath tickled the shell of your ear. “If I didn’t fuck you now, somebody else would certainly get it into his head to. You look like you’re begging for it.”

Teeth dig into your bottom lip as you let yourself lay down upon the bed, soft pillows and covers beneath your back. Your fingers pull at your skirts, rucking up lace-trimmed petticoats to around your hips so your fingers can draw patterns on your thighs as your eyes flutter closed and you let the memories of Dio Brando overwhelm you entirely. 

You rub softly over your mound, sweet shivers whispering down your spine as you remember how the first time Dio had touched you between your thighs, you’d been utterly scandalised. 

“My chastity,” you’d hissed, through your teeth, though you’d already allowed him to kiss you harder than a husband would ever kiss his wife. “You’ll ruin me for marriage?”

Dio had raised one eyebrow cockily, his hand not moving - you had, he’d noticed, not moved his hand away from its place trapped between your thighs. 

“You don’t like the idea of being ruined, darling? Because your body is telling an entirely different story.”

He’d pulled his hand away and it had glistened in the candlelight with your own slick, both at the way Dio had kissed you and the way he’d manhandled you and the dangerous position you’d allowed yourself into. Something about the thrill of danger had set a pounding between your legs like you’d never know. 

You’d been unable to look away as he’d raised the fingers to his lips and tasted you, tipping his head briefly back as if savouring a fine red wine. 

“Mm,” he’d said, looking at you through low eyelids, his pupils blown wide. “You taste like you want to be ruined.”

You gasp as your fingers brush your swollen clit, the organ sensitive to the touch. Dio, too, had taught you how to do this, laughing as he’d found a guest bedroom in one of the expensive country manors and he’d pushed you onto the bed, caging you beneath his massive frame. 

“Touch yourself for me,” he’d said, your cheeks had flamed. “I want to see how you make yourself come apart, and then . . . then I want to show you how I’d do it.”

“I can’t,” you’d tried to say, weakly. “I-it’s not proper--”

Dio Brando had kissed you, teeth nipping at your bottom lip, hard cock in his trousers grinding into your leg. 

“Is anything we do together proper?” He’d asked, pulling back, and you’d had to admit that he was right. You and he were hardly models of propriety - and if he wanted to see you touch yourself . . . well. Nothing he’d done so far has been anything close to unpleasant, and you were eager to see what other tricks he’d picked up on the streets. 

One finger slides down to your entrance, toying with the pulsing hole, circling it with the lightest of touches until you can practically feel the throb in time with your heartbeat. Your breath comes in soft little pants. You would do anything to have Dio here right now instead of you, his big fingers stroking and exploring you instead of your own. But all you have is your own imagination, so your eyes flutter closed and your hips cant upwards softly. 

“Dio,” you breathe out, your voice a quiet prayer in the silent room. 

Where has he gone? You had gotten the impression, from your father’s face at dinner, that there was rather more to the story than just Dio Brando running off when his father had died. But then again, your father had always disapproved of your dalliance with Dio, even without knowing the real truth. He’d sniffed. 

“The boy won’t inherit,” Father had said to you. “You’re better off chasing the brother, unless you want to spend the rest of your life a pauper.”

It’s like Dio to be a mystery, but not like him to run from luxury. He had always loved the feel of your expensive silks and fine embroidery beneath his fingers, had a sarcastic comment to make about an ugly and out of fashion hat, had sniffed at cheap reproduction furniture and sighed when a host had skimped out on the wine at a ball. You wonder why he hadn’t stayed - and somehow, the mystery of it all seems almost romantic. 

You swear that the air in the room gets colder. One eye opens to see that the lace curtains are billowing; you suppose a maid must have opened the window a crack to let some air in. Your eyes flutter closed once more. 

One finger slides inside of you, smaller and shorter than Dio’s fingers inside of you had been. It licks at the edges of the fire inside you but doesn’t stoke them the way you want, and though you gently pump it in and out of you (the slick sounds of your fingers inside you heart-rendingly loud in a way that makes you vibrate with excitement), it isn’t enough, Your second fingertip twists, stretching you open wider, and again you whimper out;

“D-Dio, please--”

There’s a whumph of displaced air, and your eyes snap open as your body is suddenly once more caged by a frame far larger than yours. You find yourself staring directly into hungry golden eyes that can belong to only one man. 

“You were calling out for me,” Dio Brando murmurs. “And would I be any kind of gentleman if I didn’t help a lady in distress?”

You think of a hundred ways to respond back to him in kind; flirty little barbs about how he is no gentleman, alone with a lady in her bedroom. But instead, all you can whisper, your fingers still inside of you, your throat dry;

“H-how?”

He smiles, and you swear that his teeth were never so white and sharp. His eyes, too, you think . . . they were gold before, but did they shimmer like liquids in his face? Was his skin quite so pale and smooth and perfect? Was his voice so low and lilting and musical, as he opens his mouth to say;

“It does you no good to ask that now, darling girl,” He leans down, his lips brushing yours, and you melt against him. “Just lay back. Be good for me now.” 

You do. You’re helpless under his charms - your thighs fall apart as he rears onto his knees, as his hand gently removes your fingers (those he pulls up to his mouth, kissing the fingertips, mouthing where they are dripping with your slick and making a noise that’s all pleasure to taste you). You’re maneuvered like a ragdoll - and though he does not unlace your corset or strip you of your dress, he makes you feel utterly exposed under his gaze as he drinks in how helplessly pliant you are for him. 

“You’re just as beautiful as ever,” he hums, lowly, drawing one fingernail up your thigh. Were his nails so sharp, before? Like claws? He sighs as he watches the thin red line form, the bright beads of blood. “Don’t worry. It won’t hurt for long.”

You’re not sure you want his fingers inside you with claws like that, but somehow when his fingers do touch you there is nothing sharp at all. There’s just his finger, toying with your clit, as he looks down at you. 

“If you knew how lucky you are,” he murmurs. “That I’m doing this for you--”

He bends his head and you feel his tongue press against your entrance, flat and wide. Your own fingers tangle in the bedsheets, back arching, as Dio laps at you. His mouth and breath and tongue feel unusually cold, but you can’t dwell on that when he’s licking at you like this, teasing your back to arch and your body to tie itself in knots.

The finger working your clit does not cease for a moment, grinding and rubbing and circling, making hot sparks of want and need burst into life in your stomach. He laps at you broadly, from perineum to just below your clit, and you’re helpless under his ministrations as you always have been, all thoughts of how he ended up here banished from your mind with how good his tongue and fingers feel. There’s nothing to muffle the soft whimpers escaping your mouth as your peak begins to build, urged inescapably forth by Dio’s tongue and clever treatment of your clit--

Dio chuckles low against you, his breath cold, and the vibrations have your back arching even higher and suddenly he’s alternating sucking on your clit and flicking it, his hand moving away to hold onto your thigh, and all of the hot tight tension in your body comes to the forefront as your peak hits you, your body a shivering mass of white noise--

Something sharp like the pricking of a needle in your thigh. The high of your orgasm, sharp in its intensity, as you take a deep gulp of air and find it will not go down properly. Darkness, edging your vision. And Dio’s voice, low and quiet, somehow muffled as if his mouth is full of liquid  as he murmurs;

“Don’t worry. I’ll take good care of you.”

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Your eyes open slowly, though your head is still fuzzy. You feel somehow freer - and when you look down, you see that you have been relieved of your corset and neat dress, and instead you’re wearing a nightgown of flowing white chiffon, your hair unbound from the complicated fashion of the moment. You see, too, that this is most certainly not the pretty blue and white bedspread of your own boudoir. Beneath you is a dark red blanket, the colour of blood. 

Memories of Dio’s fingers and mouth on you come rushing back, and you bite back a gasp as you realise that he’s . . . kidnapped you? Can you call it that, really? Because you always thought kidnapping was done against your will, by nefarious men who wanted your fortune - right now, you’re pleased to be in a luxurious and cavernous bedroom with a man who has haunted your thoughts since you first met him. 

“You’re awake.” The voice is soft and cultured, and you pull yourself up on the bed (the nightgown slips, exposing your shoulder - any other lady might feel scandalous, but Dio has seen enough of your body by now that it barely registers. “Good.” Dio is smirking, seated by the bed in a wingback armchair. 

Now, you see him more clearly, without the heady arousal of your senses that had marred your judgement last time. His skin is indeed paler, his eyes brighter, his lips very red - and at the corner of his mouth, where he is smirking, a sharp white fang glints menacingly. 

You know what he is. The memory of sharp pain in your thigh and how he’d stared at the blood welling in the cut from his nails, the cool breath against your own heated skin. You are well-read, you are clever, you are perhaps a little too fond of things that your father thinks macabre - and you whisper it softly. 

“Vampire.”

Dio’s smile widens. 

“I knew you’d guess, darling,” he says, coming to stand from the chair, leaning towards you and taking your face in his grip, turning you to look into those golden eyes. “That’s why I chose you. If you’re willing, of course.”

“Willing for what?” You ask him, breathlessly. The smile does not leave his face. 

“I do not have a fortune,” he tells you. “I have been cast out by my . . .” His mouth twitches in displeasure, “brother. I have no riches, aside from my own intellect - I have survived on that before. And now, of course, I have . . .” The hand not holding your face gestures down to himself. “This preternatural blessing. I am faster and stronger and better than mortal man. And I am extending you, my darling girl - the only one who’s ever kept up with me, whose lips I cannot stop thinking about, whose eyes and mind sparkle so unlike the other dullards I’ve been forced to put up with you . . . an invitation to join me.”

“You want to make me like you?” You breathe, and though you know it should be horrifying, the prospect is not all that displeasing. 

Oh, you know that he is supposed to be a reanimated corpse. That you’ll lose any chance at a heaven, that you’ll have to feast on the lifeblood of other creatures to maintain an eternal state of not quite being . . . but Dio really is glowing, in a way you’ve never seen a man do before. His grip is tight. His body draws your eye, his face even more beautiful than you remember it - and is it really so bad, to spend an eternity beside him? Beneath him? 

“You can say no,” Dio says, and the hand moves from your chin, fingers stroking over the pulse point in your throat so your breath catches. “For you, I’ll make it painless. But if you say yes . . .” His eyes are bright as he sits on the edge of the bed, close to you - you can see excitement writ plain across his expression. “We’d be fierce, my darling. We’d be unstoppable. With you at my side . . . You would have everything you could ever want. Anyone who has ever hurt you, ripped into pieces. Armies at your command. And . . .” That smirk again, the one that always makes you wonder what filthy things he is planning. “We would have a hundred lifetimes to learn each other’s bodies in every conceivable way.” He reaches forward, his lips a hair’s breadth from your own. “You have no idea it feels like in a body like this, to touch and be touched . . .”

He does not have to convince you any further. You close the distance, kissing him hungrily. You moan into his mouth as his arms go around you, holding you like a ragdoll, like you weigh nothing at all. 

He could kiss you for hours, you realise, without needing to draw a breath - and so, you pull back from him, and you look at him with blown wide eyes. 

“Yes,” you breathe to him. “A hundred times yes.”

His eyes grow brighter, and he kisses you again - and this time, as he kisses you, he hooks a leg around you until he’s straddling you, your body pliant beneath his. The candles about the bed flicker, the air cool as Dio’s hungry hands pull at the light chiffon, ripping it as if it were paper. You’re bare beneath the fabric - and as you look down, you can see that there are angry red pin pricks on your thigh. 

He bit you, then - in the bedroom, when you blacked out. The idea makes you feel heady and intoxicated. You want him to bite you again, to leave his mark all over you so the entire world knows that you belong to Dio Brando. 

The thought of abandoning your old life does not make you feel in any way aggrieved - but the thought of an unfettered existence, at liberty to do whatever you want (no matter how scandalous or improper) with Dio by your side does make you feel as if your entire body is filled with fizzing, boiling water, threatening to tip over and scald you any moment. 

“I want to mark you,” Dio whispers. “Any marks that you leave this life with, you take with you into the next - and I want your thighs and hips and breasts and every private part of you to scream out that you are mine body and soul.”

Spirals of heat all through your core, making a pulse beat needy between your legs. Dio’s fangs are visible, now, almost imperceptibly lengthening as you feel his cock press into your stomach where he straddles you. 

“I’m yours,” you tell him, winding your arms about his neck. His silken gold hair brushes your skin, making gooseflesh rise on your shoulders. Every bit of your body sings out for his attentions - to be thoroughly and utterly claimed by Dio in any way that he sees fit. “Do whatever you want to me.”

“I’ve imagined you saying that so many times since I ascended,” he murmurs, nosing against your ear, kissing and biting at your earlobe, his lips brushing where your pulse beats an excited rhythm in your throat. “But it has never sounded so sweet.”

His body presses against yours - and though he is not hot, your own body feels like it’s burning up. He urges your thighs to spread so he can settle between them, already peeling off his own layers of clothes to reveal a body which is more marble than skin. He is so pale he almost glows in the light - but a few scars remain from his rugby days, pink and faded. They look like kisses with rouged lips on his torso, and you long to kiss them yourself. But not yet - right now, you are at Dio’s mercy, and he clearly is relishing being in control. 

“Oh, but I’ve missed this,” he breathes, his mouth lowering to your nipple, his tongue coaxing it to harden beneath his lapping. “You’re so warm, darling . . . I cannot wait to have you beside me for the rest of our existences--”

He does not use the word ‘lives’ - you do not mind. 

His tongue is cold, and you shiver from both the sensation of the temperature and the other sensations that he awakes in you. He kisses the nipple, pulling his mouth free with a light pop - kissing the swell of your breast, circling kisses to the underside . . . and you yelp as fangs slide into soft flesh, as Dio groans and laps at the blood that beads over the pinpricks. 

They will be hidden by your dresses. He wants you marked only in the most private places - places only his eyes will see. Everyone else will know you are his by the devotion in your eyes and your own words. 

He continues to kiss along your skin, his fangs every so often sinking into sensitive patches of skin, suckling lightly at you. He kisses your hips, leaving three perfect bite marks in the curve of them. Your other breast, a matching set of pinpricks that will fade into a scar. Your other hip, the dip of your waist--

Each suck and bite and kiss of the wound has another shockwave of lust emanating through your body, making your entire self throb with need. You are empty, between slick thighs - and Dio’s cock seems so far away from entering you. You sigh and clutch at sheets and cant your hips, wondering if you are soaking through the bed - and Dio chuckles, as he bites into soft flesh again and you spill for him like a ripe peach. 

It is fortunate the sheets are red, for you know he is spilling much of your blood. You’re light-headed and pleasantly fuzzy as he finally - finally! - presses kisses to your thighs. 

These bites send shockwaves even more potent through your body, each slide of his fangs into your flesh like they have a direct line to the pounding heat in your core. Your mouth lets out needy moans and whines as Dio methodically sinks fangs inside of you and pulls them out, as he kisses the marks and sucks at the lifeblood that he’s drawn forth from you. 

Three up the right leg. You’re breathless. Three up the left leg. Your vision feels like it’s swimming - there is nothing left in the world but you and Dio, where your bodies are joined, where he is now moving and you feel his cock against your thigh. 

His mouth is stained with blood when he kisses you, but you pay no heed to that as you feel his cock open you up. Your sex - slick and needy, more than ready to finally be filled - welcomes him hilting inside of you to his very base with no resistance. 

“Still so tight,” he murmurs, against you, as your thighs wrap around his muscled torso, urging him deeper and deeper inside you. “Has nobody else touched you, my darling?”

“It’s only ever been you,” you breathe. “It’s only ever you I want.”

It’s true. Other men have flirted, have come to your father, have told you of grand prospects for you as their wife - but all you have ever needed is this. Dio inside you and the promise of a life far more interesting than anything they could give you. Damn your dowry and your biological expectations and everything else - after tonight, you’ll fulfil the biological expectation of you alright. You’ll dig your fangs into yielding throats and feast on other people and fuck Dio with the taste of their blood still singing in your throat. 

Dio’s body and mouth against yours, the sound of him rocking inside of you, the cool flesh pressing against your heated skin. You’re overwhelmed, entirely - partly from the blood loss but more so to have him here, so real and yet so unreal. Could you really have been in your bedroom, alone, hours ago? As he rocks inside you and his cock strokes all of those sweet parts of you your own fingers can never manage, it feels like you’ve never been anywhere but beneath him. Time seems to slow down. 

Each thrust of his cock hits you impossibly deep, his shaft impossibly thick, fitting inside of you impossibly well. His kisses along your face and mouth and neck seem to linger for hours and stop in moments. He fits inside of you perfectly, like a glove - when he rocks out of you, his hips pulling his length so only the head of him is still inside you - you moan out in discontent to not be filled. 

With every thrust as deep inside you as he can go, there’s a coil of pressure like a ribbon being tightened around you - like corset strings, threatening to snap. You can feel it when his pelvis rubs against your nub, grinding against it and sending hazy pleasure signals to your mind. Dio does not miss it either - he pulls out, murmuring platitudes at you, only to spear you again, his rhythm speeding up as you realise that the pressure is about to overwhelm you entirely. 

You pant out his name, weakly. 

“Dio,” you beg, as he kisses across your throat, as he growls low in his chest and his hips seem to fuck into you impossible fast. “Dio, please--”

The beg pushes him over the edge. His cock pulsates inside of you, twitching, cool seed filling you at the same time as he grinds his pelvis just so and the ball of pressure inside you that’s been threatening to snap comes all undone. He’s never come inside of you before - too much of a risk, in the old days. But as he gives you his release, he kisses your neck and he slides his fangs into your throat and he suckles hungrily at you, far more fierce than he did for any of the other marks on your body. Once more, your vision gets hazy, aftershocks of your orgasm still lapping at you even as you sigh and think;

If he kills me now, and I never wake up . . . It will have been worth it. 

-

You do wake up, of course. You awaken tangled in sheets and scraps of what was once your nightgown, the chiffon marked all over with blood. You wake up with your skin deliciously cool and Dio’s body pressed beside yours. You look down at your own body; your skin somehow more vibrant, though there are pin prick scars all over where Dio had bitten you. You absent-mindedly bring a finger to your throat, stroking the final scar, and Dio’s golden eyes blink at you. 

“Admiring my marks on you?” He murmurs, and you laugh - even your voice seems changed. Richer and prettier, the kind of voice that could convince a man to do anything for her. 

“We have an eternity together now, my darling,” Dio murmurs, shifting closer to you on the bed. You let yourself be pulled into him, resting on the hard planes of his chest. “But tonight, your first kill. The true shedding of your mortal coil. Have you any thoughts? It ought to be someone . . . special. It will be such an event for you to look back on, after all. Mine certainly was.”

His mouth curves into a smirk - and you think of George Joestar. You think of what your father wouldn’t tell you. You think of Dio, fleeing from the estate, and the ruined castle with the drafty halls that you lie on a bed within even now. 

You think of your father’s disapproving looks. The way he’d suggested crassly you ought to get close to Jonathan Joestar, how he’d told you not to bother at all with Dio Brando - worthless, if he wouldn’t inherit. 

Oh, you’re supremely glad you bothered with Dio Brando. And wouldn’t it be poetic parallel, for both of you?

“I think,” you say, carefully, “I should like to pay one final visit to my childhood home.”

[amazingphanisnotonfire-imagines]

Steve//the wind goes right through you, it’s no place for the old

hey! i’m running out of things to say by now so here’s the next part. also, i haven’t counted but i think there’s only like three parts left after this, whaaaat? anyway, i hope you like it! it’s sort of a filler bit, but it is important! 

Lighting flashes through the permanently dark sky making your eyes snap open.

You sit up quickly, the memories of Christmas Eve hitting you instantly. The fight with Steve, the snow and then-

“Ow!” You quietly curse and look down at your leg. 

The blue jeans covering your legs have been dyed red on the left side and you know you’re going to be there forever explaining that to your mom. The hand print on your face was bad enough, but a bloodied leg and claw mark the size of your calf is going to be something else. 

Thunder rumbles through the sky and gust of wind blows through your hair making you shiver and wrap your torn jacket closer to you. You look up at the sky and watch as the blues, blacks and grey’s swirl together, and then it hits you.

“For fuck sake.” 

Well this is definitely the worst Christmas you’ve ever had, including the time your fish died when you were eight. Disappointment flickers in your chest at the realization that the mall wasn’t the last of it. Somehow you’ve ended up as the main person in a the story, and you most definitely would rather be the one throwing fireworks at a big, screaming monster. 

The feeling only grows when you think of Steve. The last thing you did was argue, and now you’re here. You’d definitely much rather be arguing with him, but now all of that is forgotten. It seems stupid to argue about names when you’re facing near certain death. 

You remember being told about Barb, what took her and what happened to her afterwards and you feel your blood run cold at the thought of the same happening to you. 

Ashes fall around you, almost like snow and you decide you need to stop dwelling on what happened and what could happen. 

You need to get out, and now. 

You push yourself up and groan when you feel your hand fall into something sticky, but you decide it might be best not to look at it, instead you just wipe it on your jeans and slowly stumble forward.

Your legs shake underneath you and you can feel blood trickling from your wound, but a ruined pair of jeans is the least of your worries.

It seems whatever took you, decided it wanted to get some last minute Christmas shopping done because you’ve been dumped in the parking lot of the mall. Which is 1, just inconsiderate. If they were gonna dump you, at least do it somewhere a bit nicer...not that there is anything nice here. And 2, it’s such a walk back to your house anyway, never mind when there’s tripping hazards all over the floor.

You’d think if they were going to invite company over, they’d at least clean up a bit.

Speaking of them, it seems oddly quiet here. It seems colder than you imagined, and even more run-down. The only noises come from the sky, but there’s no screams or screeches or thuds. It feels almost empty. Usually, that would be a good thing, but if the scary place is devoid of any otherworldly creatures, that can’t mean anything good.

The neon lights flicker eerily, almost as if sending a sign to the rest of the world saying ‘she’s here!’ and you give it a dirty look, despite it being an inanimate object. That stupid place has already given you enough grief to last a life time, you don’t need anymore. 

You quickly scan the floor, hoping to find something you can use as weapon, just in case something does decide to say hello, but the only thing you can see are dried vines and dead leaves. 

“Fucking great.” You mutter angrily and start a slow hobble back ‘home’. Your hoping that if you were taken by your house, they’ll be a way to get out back there. 

But the further you walk, the harder it becomes to believe. You wince with each step and try to focus on the dark road ahead of you, but the way the trees wilt around you and the buildings look even more run down than you’d expect, doesn’t fill you with hope. 

It looks dead. Okay, more dead that it already is. And you’re not entirely sure if that’s good thing or not. Your foot slides in something wet and you force yourself to look down and then instantly regretting. 

What looks like a rat lies with its guts hanging out on the side of the road and you have to force yourself not to puke. 

“Sorry.” You whisper and pull your gaze away from it. Something screeches in distance making you freeze. 

Okay, apparently it’s not that dead. 

Who thought Christmas was the perfect time to take a trip to the Upside Down, it certainly wasn’t you. 

You should have never come back to Hawkins in the first place, its a cursed town with cursed people and anyone who lives there should get as far away from it as possible and never look back. 

A tear slips down your cheek as you think of your family and friends. This year was supposed to be perfect. Everyone was going to be back together again, hoping to make new, happy memories to replace the horrible ones first found here. 

You hear heavy footsteps pound behind you, they get louder with each second. You twist and turn, trying to navigate where you are and if there’s any place you can hide, but it’s no use. You’re in the middle of an open road, and you know even if you did go into the forest and survived, you’d end up lost with absolutely no hope of getting out again. 

Lightening flashes again and then you see it. A few feet away a creature that you can only describe as one of Dustin’s old science experiments gone wrong. It’s a lot smaller than the others things you’d seen, skinnier, like it had gone weeks without eating. It’s back hunched and you could see its spine move when it did. Black eyes stared at you without blinking, but you were probably doing the same. 

Who blinks when they’re too scared to anyway?

If you close your eyes, you can imagine Steve, running in at the last minute with the now rusting baseball bat. He’d swing it around all cockily like he did before and then beat the shit out of whatever was trying to get you. 

And then after, he’d brush the hair out of his face, give you the famous Steve smirk and say something he thinks sounds really cool but actually just sounds lame. 

You’d tell him so when you were both safe and far away from Hawkins, and he’d roll his eyes at you but press a kiss to your forehead anyway. 

You close your eyes and accept your fate. You’re gonna be this things dinner, and there’s nothing you can do about it. 

But when you don’t feel anything, and when the noise gets quieter, you force yourself to open an eye. There’s nothing there, and so you turn around watch as it runs straight past you and into the woods. 

The last time a something like that ran past you, it was scared and desperately trying to protect its leader. But this one looks terrified, and you really don’t want to find out why. 

“...great.” 

[megastarstriker]

~{Unfortunate Events}~𝑨𝒛𝒊𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒆 𝒙 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓  𝒙 𝑪𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒆𝒚 ---------------------------------------------- 𝓟𝓡𝓞𝓛𝓞𝓖𝓤𝓔 •·················•·················•

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“Faithful Encounters”

   Part Two

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𝙋𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: Aziraphale x reader x Crowley

𝙁𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙤𝙢: Good Omens

𝙒𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝘾𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩:??

𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: She was just the new angel that day, only to be casted out on the spot, like a baby bird being thrown out of its nest to learn how to fly on its own against its will. She was an outcast and had no place or purpose there or even in the pits of fire. Now she finds herself reliving her traumatizing nightmare when she was child, as she counts the final days of the world’s demise as she plans ruining ‘The Lady Above’s Great Plan’.( I do not own Good Omens or its characters only the ones I create.)

𝑲𝒆𝒚𝒔 :

(Y/N) = Your Name

(S/C) = Skin Color

(B/T) = Body Type

(H/C) = Hair Color

(H/L) = Hair Length

(H/S) = Hair Style

(Y/A) = Your Accent

(F/C) = Favorite Clothing

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TOM HIDDLESTON  as 𝘼𝙯𝙖𝙯𝙚𝙡

I walked down briskly as I looked at my watch.

“No way in hell that was Crowley”, I whispered to myself harshly hoping no one could hear me, as I walked through the crowded streets.

‘But then again he was literally from hell’ I thought with quite the reasoning but shook my head from those silly thoughts, and kept walking until I saw the Ritz.

‘Seriously what are the chances I was gonna meet Aziraphale as well’, I thought with a nervous chuckle,’ I’m pretty sure its very low and if it were to happen it will be from complete coincidence. Besides as far as I know, does not leave his bookshop on busy days and this day is no exception from that.’

I then opened the door to the Ritz and looked around to see if a spotted a certain friend of mine and surely enough from all of the people that were either talking, chattering , simply sitting in a calm fashion there was only one of the rest that had there arm raising as they waved excitedly at me in a likely childish way.

Almighty, I thought with a sigh as I walked towards the smiling lady at her table.

“Hey, (Y/N)”, she said in a cheery voice as she welcomed me.

“Hello, Elizabeth how are you doing?”, I asked a bit bored yet happy tone to see her.

“Good, well don’t just stand there have a seat!”, She said as she gestured to the seat across from her as I gladly made myself comfortable,” I’m so glad to see you didn’t keep me waiting like the last time.”

“Well, I was planning on doing it again, but I rather prefer this side of yours than the other as much as I hate to admit it.”, I replied with smirk as 

“You are such a meanie you know that”, She replied with playful expression as she slapped my hand lightly.

“Only when I want to, of course.”, I replied with a small chuckle as I fixed my seat,” So what was this ’Oh So important gossiping thing’ you had to tell me anyways, that you apparently dragged me here for.”

“Well, if you’re insisting then I guess I should tell you”, She replies,” Anyways..”

After we ordered our food and waited ,a whole 20 minutes passed of her telling me how her day was, she then started to ask me how was my day.

“Oh nothing really”, I said trying to keep my face neutral but failed as I lied.

“Oh Big Bullocks, tell me because from the looks of that face you’re making it seems you saw something interesting all right and I wanna know.”, She replied clearly not buying my lie for a minute.

“I sort of ran into a guy ,an old friend of mine, who I was very close friends with-”, I responded midsentence but was cut off by her to continue.

“You what?!”, She said her eyes wide as saucers with a excited grin as she misinterpreted what I just said,”(Y/N) do you know what this means, what you just said?”

“Um, sort of... I”, I responded in confusion as my eyes squinted at her slightly.

“You are in love!”, She said as she smiled widely and squealed like nails on a chalkboard.

Catching on to what she was saying I immediately declined.

“Oh no no its nothing like that, believe me your getting way ahead of yourself,” I responded in a bland expression as I tried to hide meekly blush appearing on my cheeks.

“Of course it is, you’re only making it more obvious by denying it you know”, She replied trying to pry out the information out of me.

“No there isn’t any love indication with him and I’m sure of it. I’m serious”, I replied trying to think of a way to change the subject.

I then spotted the food tray on our table.

“Oh wow would you look at that the food has arrived!”, I said in a cheerful tone as I thanked the waiter for bringing our food.

“Mark my words, (Y/N) (L/N) I will find out your secret, you so cravingly hide.”, She said as she pointed the spoon at me as she squinted her eyes at me.

“Speaking of cravings. Let’s eat.” I said suddenly successfully changing the subject.

After we finished eating and payed for our delicious food, we headed outside for a walk.

“So were would you like to go?”, I asked her as I walked beside her.

“Well there is this bookshop, I’ve been wanting to go to, maybe look at some books.”, She said thinking out loud as she paced through her mind,” It’s a few blocks away I believe if I’m correct.”

“Well, I’ll go if you go. Lead the way”, I said as I followed her 

It took us a few moments to get there but when we did reach the bookshop I couldn’t help but have the feeling I’ve seen this before.

“A.Z. Fell & Co. Bookshop”, I read as I looked at the sign, the store’s outward appearance was a bright red and had two signs one that said ‘OPEN’ and other had an Opening hours that was surprisingly and oddly long. It read:

Bookshop Opening Hours

"I open the shop on most weekdays about 9:30 AM. perhaps 10AM. While occasionally I open the shop as early as 8, I have been known not to open until 1. Except on Tuesday. I tend to close about 3:30 PM, or earlier if something needs tending to. However, I might occasionally keep the shop open until 8 or 9 at night, you never know when you might need some night reading. On days that I am not in, the shop will remain closed. On weekends, I will open the shop during normal hours unless I am elsewhere. Bank Mondays will be treated in the usual fashion, with early closing on Wednesdays, or sometimes Fridays.

(For Sundays see Tuesdays)

A. Z. Fell, Bookseller"

“Well from the looks of it it’s opened,” I said as I ignored the long opening hour sign in front of me as it was far too tiring to read,” After you.”

I opened the door for my friend while I followed behind her as the door closed causing a ‘ding’ of a bell to sound on the shop, alerting that someone had entered.

I awed in amazement as I saw the bountiful of books in the shelves, 

‘This place looked stunning, even more than my library at home’ I thought as I scanned the bookshelves that held many marvelous and classical books.

“Oh no! I have to leave”, I heard Elizabeth say in panic,  As she looked at her watch with wide eyes,” I’ll get fired if I don’t hurry, I’m sorry I couldn’t stay for long.”

“It’s Okay, besides we’ll meet some other time”, I said giving her a small smile.

“Thank You for understanding”, She said giving me a small smile of her own,” Well, I’m off. Bring me a book as well!”

Just like that, she left the shop leaving me and the peaceful silence to myself. I went back to scanning the room in the shop and the books.

I came across a bookshelf and started dragging my fingers across the books embroidered and well- defined spines. I came across one that read “To Kill a Mockingbird A Novel by Harper Lee.”

As I was about to take the precious book from the shelf I heard a clear cough from someone behind, causing me to flinch and startling me as I backed away causing my back to hit something as I felt it touch my shoulder very delicately but the. As I was about to take the precious book from the shelf  

“U-Umm Excuse me, sorry to inter-”, I heard a voice say behind me, after it cleared its throat awkwardly.

Startling me, I jumped and backed away causing my back to hit something as I felt it touch my shoulders very delicately but then disappear as I heard footsteps back away from behind me. 

“Oh Dear, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you,” The masculine voice said in a soft tone.

I then turned around quickly locking eyes with two bright and beautiful ocean ones. The man—I had now confirmed—seemed to fit right in with the rest of the shop. His clothes had a very vintage feel to them, and although it was highly unlikely, something in myself told me that they were all original. He was not terribly tall, but he wasn’t short, either. He had such a kind face, that was currently frowning in embarrassment. All of this was topped off by some extremely blond curls—so blond in fact that they may as well have been white. Although he would not be considered particularly handsome by most estimates, something about him was drawing me to him like bread to butter.  the person did had some gained weight on him that had stood out very adorably with his nifty pastel suit and brown shoes that perfectly matched his cute little white bow tie on his neck. There was this sense of peaceful aura circulating around in a radiating way when I was near him. There was no denying in my mind that this person looked oh so gorgeous and undoubtedly out of a masterpiece painting. Purity and dainty was marked and sculptured in his beauty like an angel with perfection. Exactly like an angel. No, He was an angel. It was Aziraphale without a doubt in mind.

“You just looked so happy and so focused, I just thought it would be rude and no good manner of mine to interrupt your concentration.”, He said as he looked down in a meek and shy manner a nervous smile planted on his plump rosy lips.

“U-Um no worries...its Okay”, I started to say in a stammer, as I felt my cheeks burn in embarrassment as I stared at him. ’Why am I stammering’ I thought in my head as I have never had occurred to have done this before.

“Oh really, well that’s good to hear, Crowley said that I had a tendency of sneaking up on people.”, Aziraphale said a hint of relief in his voice and with heart-warming smile along with chuckle.

I laughed as well feeling my heart skipped a beat and beating out of my chest repeatedly as if the sound I just heard was the most perfect sound ever created. ’Seriously what’s going on with me’ I thought in my mind thinking I was probably sick or coming down with something

“Good Heaven’s, where are my manners? I’m Aziraphale and the current owner of this shop. And you are miss...?”, He said as he held out his hand in a welcome fashion

“Mrs. (L/N), but my friends call me (Y/N) and its an honor to be standing in your bookshop”, I replied as I shook his warm hand gently in mine. 

“Oh, Thank You and its great to meet your acquaintance...”, He said with a happy grin on his face as he shook my hand happily.

“Have you come to purchase a book here by any chance.”, He asked as he let go of my hand and put both of them behind his back, his face changing in a neutral expression,” Because if you were so happened to be here for that matter, I’m afraid it’s closed.”

“Well, I- Um, had a friend who so happened that wanted to come here, but she left moments ago and I’m afraid she won’t come later,” I explained in a nice manner,” We were planning on looking about around your shop and see what books you had in here, and maybe buy one not completely sure. You see this is our first time at your bookshop. The sign outside said it was “OPEN�� if I remembered.”

“Oh I must of forgotten to turn the sign at the door! I can be really so forgetful at times,” Aziraphale said in realization with a hint of horror, then his face was wearing a small smile that was adorned prettily with his rosy cheeks as he rambled with excitement, ”Well then, my dearest of welcome to you and U-Um you are free to look around the shelves in the shop and pick your book, you can also come to me if you have any trouble if you’d like or need any assistance in picking one, of course there’s that one-- Oh goodness me ”

“Well now that you mention it, I actually don’t even know what book to look for, I hope it wouldn’t be a bother if I could ask for some help from you, Aziraphale?”, I replied as I smiled slightly at him saying his name in a soft tone.

He looked at me with those captivating eyes of his and hastily replied, ”N-no it wouldn’t be at all, on the contrary I actually enjoy helping people and its my job, especially with finding a good book to read. I like reading myself, you see and in terms of working here I pretty much know all of these books from top to bottom. You never know when someone needs a good night reading or any literature for that matter. ”

“Wow you mean, you work here all by yourself and do everything around here.” I said in complete amazement as I looked at this person with utter most respect as I followed him at his side.

“Y-yes I do in fact, but its never a bother for me ,really. It keeps me more motivated to do things around and it keeps me busy, despite how hard it is. It does get quite lonely here, but the silence hear is lovely and perfect for reading-- I’m rambling again aren’t I? ”

“Oh its okay ramble away if you have to, its quite entertaining. You weren’t joking about the shop being quiet though,” I said as I let out a joyful chuckle, trailing behind him.

“You are too nice and yes it is quiet indeed”, He agreed as he laughed along, he then went and carried a big stack of books towards, ”I’ll be back, once I’m done organizing these over on that shelf”

The books looked pretty heavy and there where piled no more higher than him and it worried me that it was going to fall as it wiggled and the carrier holding the mount of books was having a lot of trouble.

“Are you sure you don’t need any help with that?”, I asked with concern as I watched him trying to look were he was going by peeking slightly at the front of the pile of assorted books.

“Uh No no need, Dear. Just having a bit of trouble carrying them that’s all, they are quite heavy.”, He said with a bashful chuckle as he kept walking towards a hallway his lips forming sounds of struggle.

Not buying a bit of his excuse, I decided to take it upon myself to follow him and as I stood in front of his view, grabbed half of the stacks that were above the pile as many as I could until I had the same amount of books in Aziraphale’s hands. Startled and now being able to see clearly as there were no more little than 7 or 6 books in his hands, he looked at me shocked and with softness in his eyes.

“You do know it’s okay, to ask for help, Right?”, I said with a smile, as I carried the pile of books in my hands.

“O-of course ....Thank You”, He said as he looked at me with slightly wide eyes in pure shock, a hint of shyness in his voice.

“Your welcome”, I replied with a small grin.

A few hours passed as I helped Aziraphale with sorting his books on the shelves, and he talked about many things and books as well as I did, the only sound in the shop was the clock ticking by. But as we did there was something that has been bothering me since we first talked. ‘Why didn’t he remember’, I thought with worry.

‘It has been many years since I’ve seen him so maybe it wouldn’t have really jogged his memory for me to appear, but then again I did kind of expected him to at least remember me’ I thought quite angrily yet understanding as I thought of  the angel,’ Couldn’t really blame him though with upstairs and all of that involved it wouldn’t surprise me for him to forget me, too many years of paperwork I guess. Shouldn’t that be a good thing though? I mean for all I know as much as an angel of a principality he is and may seem he could be working with heaven to execute me and he is danger to me if it does seem that way.

 “Well, now that the books are in there proper places”, Aziraphale said as he looked at the books he had just stocked with glee,” I’m ready to help you with finding the perfect book for you. So what do you like to read in your spare time?”

“Mostly about Paris or anything really that captures my attention, but to save your time after sorting all those books with me...,” I said as I paused for a moment to look at the bookshelf and analyzing each book, then later spotting one that caught my curious eye,” Aha! This one.”

I took it out and the embellished cover read, “Faust by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe.” 

“Hmm its seems like a good read and exactly what I’m looking for”, I said as I pondered, looking at it for a moment,” Is it okay if I just borrow it?”

“I can tell and know how much these books mean to you, and besides I already have a library of my own at home. I do keep promises, when I say that I will return it as soon as I have finished it.”, I added knowing fully well why he seemed hesitant to reply to my question on borrowing the book.

“Well you did help and I appreciate it a bunch. As a matter a fact you can keep it,” He said almost a bit hesitant, but nonetheless very kindly and with a small smile, ”As a gift for helping me and all.”

“I couldn’t, I only helped because I wanted to not for something in return. I really can’t accept this”, I replied as I stubbornly declined his generous and absolutely kind offering.

“It’s a gift between friends”, He said softly as he looked at me,” I enjoyed your company very much, and It would make me very happy if you would accept it. I have an extra copy of that same book anyways”

Geez he really is an angel. He really lives the name up to its potential and meaning.

“Okay, but I’ll only accept it if you agree to let me help you around if you need any.”, I said as I held the book tightly in my hand,” and to let me come to your shop every once in a while. If you’ll let me that is?.”

“Since you insist, Of course and you are welcome to my shop whenever you can.”, He said in a friendly manner as he kept that smile on his face.

“Is it okay if I can read it in here for a while?”, I asked him half-wishing and half-hoping he would say yes,” That’s if you are fine with it.”

“There isn’t that many customers coming in today and I was about to sit down and catch up on my daily reading as well. Of course you can stay”, He responded with a glowing and beaming grin as he went to put on his reading glasses that looked very good on him.

“Thank You,” I said as my heart beat in excitement and with happiness mixed together.

“No need for that, I actually enjoy your company very much,” He responded waving off my “thanks”,” I’m afraid, its not every day you get to enjoy a nice book with someone else who likes them as much as I do. Glad to see, that I could share it with you.”

 “Would you like some tea?”, He asked me as he carried a tray with two cups.

“Oh yes. Thank you very much,” I replied as I took the cup he had placed in the small table in front of me.

I then remembered something important that I had to do today and quickly declined as I made up an excuse.

“Um, now that you mention it I can’t stay...”, I replied in a hurry as I rambled in explanation with embarrassment,” I had this thing going on  that I left at home and should be waiting for me ...”

“Oh really?”, He said in a surprised tone at my sudden outburst.

“Yes and I better get going, so have a nice and wonderful day.”, I said as I hurried for the door outside, before the man outside could open it. As I heard Aziraphale say ‘Come Again!’ behind me. I replied with a “Will do!” as the door to the shop closed swiftly behind me. Feeling blue and guilt for the angel I so much adored for not staying, as I thought of a way to repay him. I  sat down on a abandoned bench with no people walking in plain sight. I then grabbed my “Divine Comedy” book I had in my coat and looking sideways I mentally miracled some sticky note out of thin air with a pen and with my best calligraphy writing, I wrote:

“𝓓𝓮𝓪𝓻 𝓐𝔃𝓲𝓻𝓪𝓹𝓱𝓪𝓵𝓮,

𝐼'𝓂 𝓈𝑜𝓇𝓇𝓎 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓇𝓊𝓃𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑜𝒻𝒻 𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓁𝒾𝑒𝓇 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝓉𝑒𝓁𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓎𝑜𝓊, 𝐼 𝒽𝑜𝓅𝑒 𝒾𝓉 𝒹𝒾𝒹𝓃'𝓉 𝒹𝒾𝓈𝓅𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑒𝒹 𝑜𝓇 𝑜𝒻𝒻𝑒𝓃𝒹𝑒𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒾𝓃 𝒶𝓃𝓎 𝓌𝒶𝓎. 𝐼 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝒶𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝐼 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝑒𝓃𝒿𝑜𝓎𝑒𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝓅𝒶𝓃𝓎 𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎 𝓂𝓊𝒸𝒽 𝓉𝑜𝑜 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒶 𝓌𝑜𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝒻𝓊𝓁 𝓂𝒾𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓁𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓂𝑒𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓂𝓎 𝒻𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒹. 𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓉'𝓈 𝓌𝒽𝓎 𝐼 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓂𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝒾𝓉 𝓊𝓅 𝓉𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊, 𝒷𝓎 𝑔𝑜𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓁𝓊𝓃𝒸𝒽 𝓉𝑜𝓂𝑜𝓇𝓇𝑜𝓌  𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝒸𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓅𝒾𝒸𝓀 𝓉𝑜 𝒸𝒽𝑜𝑜𝓈𝑒, 𝒾𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊'𝒹 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓃𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝒻𝓇𝑒

𝐿𝑒𝓉'𝓈 𝒽𝑜𝓅𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝑒𝑒 𝑒𝒶𝒸𝒽 𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒶𝑔𝒶𝒾𝓃

𝒲𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝐵𝓁𝑒𝓈𝓈𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈,

               (𝒴/𝒩) (𝐿/𝒩)

𝓟.𝓢. 𝐼 𝓃𝑜𝓉𝒾𝒸𝑒𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒹𝒾𝒹𝓃'𝓉 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒷𝑜𝑜𝓀 𝒾𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓅. 𝐻𝑜𝓅𝑒 𝒾𝓉 𝒾𝓈 𝓉𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔!”

I then put the cap on the pen and laid it down beside me. Taking out the written sticky note, I paste it on the front of the book’s cover and  miracled it to the shop with a snap of my fingers. I then grabbed the pen and sticky note box as I placed them neatly in the pockets of my coats. Whistling a tune, I couldn’t ignore the growing happy grin on my face, as my heart grew wings and did a happy dance as I would if I was alone and not in the public streets.

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{Nighttime}

I walked in a brisk pace as my feet hit the pavement on the ground as I made my long walk, As I approached my home and opened it. I then closed it and just when I did, I saw a silhouette of a man sitting in my chair in the moonlight as everything surrounding him was painted dark and pitch black.

“Home sweet Home”, The demon, Azazel said in a bored and mysterious tone as he looked at me with his piercing eyes, with a glint of curiosity behind it,”(Y/N)”

“What are you doing in my home?!” I asked startled and angry as I grabbed the vase next to me,” How many more times do I have to tell you to leave me alone before I resort to violence.”

“No hello? How nice of you. Well then, all greetings aside,” The demon said as it  approached quietly with each footstep, only to see  clearly as it stood in the light’s view, the demon looked and dressed decently in his black coat that he wore with his tie, hands clasped together behind his back and long black hair slicked back as he looked at me with a bored face,” I’m here to talk about business. I believe you know what I’m talking about.”

As I heard a thunder clap from outside, the pitter-pattering of rain resounding outside as it fell, covering the windows like a cascade or waterfall, I looked at the man in front of me with fury and disgust.

“Yes quite frankly, and no I’m not joining your side if that’s what you are offering. Neither you or them for that matter”, I said in irritation as I looked at the demon with a glare as I tried my best to be polite in the most hateful way as I pointed up and down to signify ‘Heaven and Hell’, I then pointed towards the door that leads to the outside,” There is the door, so you can show yourself off now.”

“Yes I know and I’m afraid, I won’t be doing that.”, He said with a dead and irritated tone obviously not bothered by my way of speaking,” I didn’t came here for that, I came because my Highness has sent a message for you.”

He then took something from his pocket and there was a letter with the name “Lucifer” burnt and imprinted on the front of the envelope with seal symbol of a pentagram.

“I don’t want his bribing or anything from him. I’m not some product or weapon to be bought with or to mess around ”, I said in a stern strict voice not wanting anything to with the demon or his poor excuse of his so called Highness, Lucifer, as I kept a confident posture, and not taking the envelope or so as to touch it whatsoever from his hands.

“It is not my place to say this, but the sooner you cut this weak and rubbish act of bravery and join our side, the easier it is for the both of us and this war,” He responded as he put the letter on the table,” In the end you don’t really have much of a choice, anyways.”

“What the hell are you talking about?!”, I asked in anger and irritation in my voice as I stood still in my spot in front of him somehow confused with what he said.

He then walked past me towards the door rudely, and not answering my question as he turn the doorknob and left not caring for the rain that pouring down from the star covered night sky, I followed after him in frustration as I yelled at him,” Answer me!”

“Oh I wouldn’t want to ruin the surprise of the ‘Great Plan’, you’ll soon see yourself,” He responded as he stopped dead in his tracks, his back turned and facing me as drops of rain covered his body. He then turned his head towards me and said the sentence that I feared the most with a devilish-eating grin,” After All,......”

“𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐸𝓃𝒹 𝒾𝓈 𝒩𝒾𝑔𝒽”

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{So what did you guys think?

I made Tom Hiddleston as my character Azazel because he fit the characteristics pretty well as he did for Loki. 

I hope you liked it 

and stay tuned for the next chapter}

[tara-the-quiet-bookworm-2016]

Fix What You Broke Yandere! Hank x Female Reader (Chapter Two.)

Authors Notes- And here I am back with another chapter of Fix What You Broke. And in this chapter we will see our poor boy Hank stalking our unsuspecting reader. And that is all I’m going to say, but as you know I like to mention anything triggering in the Authors Notes. So this chapter will feature stalking, mentions of drug use, obsessive thoughts, as well as paranoia as the reader realizes somethings up. . If none of this is your cup of tea then this is where we part ways but I’ll remember our time fondly. Now that we got that out of the way here is Chapter Two.

Chapter Two: Red Ice Regrets.

Today was never-ending. You thought as you finally, finally returned home, exhaustion gripping you as you plopped your over loaded purse onto the table beside the door before hanging up your jacket. Work had been non-stop from the moment you got in patient after patient coming into the hospital with all sorts of injuries and illnesses that kept you on your toes you were pretty sure you didn’t even get a break in. And now... now you were finally home, and all you really wanted to do was drop everything and go to bed.

Or that was the initial plan anyway. Upon entering your house you noticed something was wrong... You couldn’t put your finger on it but something was off, brow furrowing you looked around the living room. Your eyes scanning your house, it was then you noticed it, sitting on your shelf in your bedroom where you pictures sat you saw that one of them was missing. Blinking a few times you scanned the area around said shelf wondering if it had fallen behind it somehow but it was nowhere to be seen. 

And that wasn’t the only thing that seemed out of place, as you moved through out your house you noticed several other things out of place, what was going on? Had someone been in your house? Were they still in your house? Fear crept up your spine at that thought, you eyes settling on the darkened basement, were they hiding in your basement? Lurking in your basement waiting and watching for the right moment for when you were most vulnerable to strike. Keeping your eyes glued on the basement you went back to your room, heading towards your closet where you knew you kept your gun. Something you had obtained years ago back when... when....

No!

You shook your head furiously, shoving those thoughts way back to the shadowy recesses of your mind as you grabbed the box that held the small handgun. You hoped this was just your exhausted mind playing games on you, you thought as you loaded the gun, and moved towards the basement. The last thing you needed was to be responsible for another life lost. Biting down on your bottom lip you turned on the light, blinking as light flooded the room you gripped the gun tightly as you descended the steps, heart thundering in your chest as you looked around the basement, seeing nothing out of the ordinary you lowered your gun, your eyes fixing on the open window. The window swinging in the wind before you closed and latched it. Peering out you swore you caught of glimpse of someone watching you from the street the window looked out at. But it was only for a moment then it was over.

Funny, you thought as you continued to look out the window as thunder rumbled in the distance. The man just now... he looked exactly like that man from many years ago. The one who lost his son when you had decided to partake in some red ice, leaving an android to do your job, thus ending in the poor kids death. How old had the kid been? Six? Seven? You didn’t know, you thought as you gave the basement one final look before climbing the stairs. You didn’t know, but what you did know was that since then you had been wracked with guilt, images of the boy’s father flashing through your mind, a look of utter devastation on his face when he was given the news. It was a look you could never forget, and as the years past you wondered what had happened to him?

Shaking that thought from your head you closed the basement door and locked it. Seeing nothing else out of the ordinary you went through the motions of getting ready for bed, the gun tucked away safely in its box as you pulled on your pajama’s and lay in bed. After what seemed like forever you drifted off to sleep...

***

Maybe he was sick. Hank mused as he filed through the pictures he had taken of you, eyes settling on the newest one he had obtained when he entered your house. If he wasn’t he wouldn’t be doing this, following you, watching you, breaking into your house to see how you lived when he spotted this picture of you. It wasn’t that remarkable, just a normal picture of you smiling at whoever was taking the picture.

There was just something about it... Shaking his head he placed it with all the others, running his fingers through his hair as a sigh escaped his lips. In the last few days Hank had found himself spending more time watching you, spending hours upon hours sitting outside your house, watching you through the windows. But last night Hank had taken things further, remembering arriving at your home late last night when you were busy at work, and managed to sneak into your house, it felt like his poor heart would burst as he found himself in your cluttered basement.

He knew he shouldn’t have done it, but it had been far too late he was already there and there was no turning back now. He had wondered what he was going to do if you had walked in on him in that moment, but thankfully that wasn’t the case as he roamed through your home. He had been surprised though, he half expected your home to be... not as nice as he thought, and yet it was nice, immaculate, homely. Funny, he had always thought you were someone who lived in some dump. Half expected to find garbage or drug paraphernalia littered around, but it was nice.

Hank had no idea how long he had spent in your house, looking through your things, he hadn’t originally planned to take anything until he saw this picture.

“Hank?”

Connor’s voice jerked him from his thoughts, making him jump, a curse spilling past his lips as he looked up at the RK800. Connor’s warm brown eyes boring into his, before turning to the pictures strewn on the table before him. 

Guilt gripped Hank as he looked to the android before him. He had been so convinced that since he had met Connor that he was better. That he could put his past behind him, and yet here he was growing more and more obsessed with you.

“Who’s this?” Connor asked, as silence fell over the two of them, picking up one of the pictures on the table.

Hank opened his mouth, he wanted to explain, but how could he? How could he explain to him how he had grown obsessed with the one who took his son away from him?

“This is the doctor that....” Connor trailed off, his LED flickering yellow for the briefest moment before turning his gaze back to Hank.

Hank nodded, god he wanted a drink. Needed a drink, swallowing thickly Hank waited for Connor to judge him, to tell him that this was wrong. And yet... nothing. Looking up at Connor he saw the android looking up at him. 

“I tried to get over it.” Hank started without prompting. “Tried to move on. But I can’t...” Hank’s brow furrowed, eyes glued on the pictures. “But I can’t Connor...not while she’s out there living her life while mine is in tatters like this. While she’s out there acting like she didn’t nothing wrong.”

Connor was silent as he listened to Hank. His eyes glued on the pictures littering the table, information on you flashing before his eyes. From where you worked, to where you lived and everything in between. So you have been the one who had... Shoving that thought from his head he looked to Hank, a twinge of pity forming in his gut as he looked at Hank. He hated seeing the man like this, so torn up.

“Hank...”

“I know, I’m sick for acting like this.” Hank said, looking up at Connor. “But I can’t seem to stop.”

“She ruined your life,” Connor said, placing a hand on his shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “Took the one thing that mattered to you.” Connor said. “I think I understand.”

“She did, and...” Hank said, as he looked to Connor. “And to make things worst is that I want her to fix it. To give me back what she stole.”

“Then she should.” Connor said, matter-of-factly, his hand sliding from Hank’s shoulder. Noting the look Hank shot him, mouth agape. Was he hearing this right? Was Connor of all people telling him this? Hank had been so certain that Connor would find someway to discourage him, and yet...

Blinking a few times Hank looked up at Connor, a smile forming on his lips, the android in question returning the smile. 

“And I have the perfect idea on how to help.” Connor said.

*Two Weeks Later*

This was never ending. You thought as you pulled into your driveway. You were tired, you were always tired. Work was non-stop, people getting hurt, children getting sick, it never ended and though you loved your job it was beginning to get to you. You knew you should’ve taken a break, the last thing you needed was to have another instant where you burned yourself out before a big surgery. Like you did before, when you thought using Red Ice to perk yourself backfired. 

God. Why couldn’t you put that case behind you? Shaking your head you entered your house. A shiver running down your spine as you entered your house, ever since you had discovered that someone had broken in you always felt on edge in your own house. Placing your coat on the hanger you moved slowly through out your house, and to make matters worst as the weeks went on you always felt like you were being watched. And occasionally you would catch of glimpse of either an older man with long grey hair watching you. Only for the briefest of moments before he disappeared into the crowds. In other instances you would catch a glimpse of an android with short brown hair, and the coldest eyes you had ever seen on an android. But much like the man he too disappeared into the crowd.

A shiver ran down your spine as you fixed yourself a glass of red wine. Moving to your bedroom you grabbed the cheesy romance novel that was sitting on the nightstand and eased yourself into your bed. Ready for a quiet evening, however someone had other plans for you as your ears perked up when you heard someone at your front door. Someone was in your house....

[k-writer1998]

Rebel Hours (17/18)

Kwon Jieun always fit her parents’ image of the “perfect” daughter… at least to their knowledge. Away from prying eyes she was like any other girl living life to the fullest doing what she wants. When a little someone named Bang Chan comes into her life priorities are changed, mistakes are made, and her life finally becomes her own.

Fluff

w.c: 1.9k

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“Yes that was a very big mistake on our part and we have dealt with everything in regards to that. If you want you can file-”

“It’s fine mother. As long as the matter’s been dealt with and I don’t have to interact with him, that’s all I need.”

“You certainly will be staying away from him and we’ve made that very clear to his parents,” father spat.

“Thank you. I understand your reasoning behind your actions so I could never hate you guys. I wanted to apologize for my brazen behavior and hope you knew I would never tarnish your name. I know how much work is put into father’s campaign so I could never ruin it.”

“We know, we’ve seen the articles and felt dumb for ever doubting our daughter. Your mother and I should have had more faith in our parenting skills that we raised an upright daughter.”

“Do you forgive these overbearing parents?” Mother asked.

“Of course I do, you’re still my parents at the end of the day.”

“If it’s any consolation, I mean what I said about him. His intentions were clear so have a little faith, he’ll come around.”

      I smiled a genuine smile for the first time in a while at mother’s words. Although a bit awkward, the rest of dinner was actually enjoyable. A proper family dinner was long overdue. When I got home my being felt refreshed and for those fleeting hours my heart didn’t hurt as much, but the night was young. I was still antsy and I continually looked at my phone as if it was on silent when literally the ringer is on when usually it’s on vibrate. Ah it’s been a week hasn’t it? Not talking to him for this long is killing me but then again we aren’t the same. He was patient with me for longer… I know everyone keeps telling me to have faith in his feelings but maybe they’ve faded… Remember what Seunghee said, even if it's losing its effect as the days go by.

      Two days passed and still nothing. Instead I get my lovely friends guilt-tripping me into hanging out. I haven’t been the most attentive friend lately so I should at least amuse them a bit, the distraction that comes with it is welcomed anyways. We’re supposed to be meeting at the bridge above Cheonggyecheon stream but when I arrived, no one was there. I ended up five minutes late yet how am I the first one here? I texted the boys with a sigh as I leaned against the bridge railing. A few minutes passed but there were no answers and at ten minutes I rang Hyunjin. I was already upset but now I have to be irritated at my friend’s for standing me up too?

“Hwang Hyunjin if you dare to stand me up when I’m already upset, forget best friend status, this friendship ends today.”

      As the call continued to ring I impatiently tapped my foot and started to move around, anxiety pumping from my heart to my feet. I almost made it across the bridge before that brat picked up.

“You have some nerve. It’s been over fifteen minutes, where are you?!”

“Sorry there were some complications.”

“Complications? And none of you could’ve bothered to text and let me know? I-” 

      The words froze in my throat as my eyes landed on a particular blonde making his way to the bridge. One that I couldn't get out of my head and have been missing for a week to be exact. It seems words weren’t the only thing that froze because it seemed as though my feet stopped working too. For a moment I wanted to go to him but the last time we spoke he was on the fence about the relationship. If breaking up was what he wanted to do, I won’t hear it. I can’t lose him and right now I just can’t face him either so I turned and went back across the bridge, slowly trying to blend into the crowd.

“Hello? Jieun are you still there?”

“I’m not waiting anymore. I’m leaving. The next time I see you guys you’re dead, tell Seungmin he better not come home today. He’s first,” I spat dryly.

      Someone called my name but as I looked at my phone it definitely wasn’t Hyunjin, I had already hung up. Every fiber of my being wanted to stop at the sound of his voice, but I allowed my brain to override my heart. I broke into a brisk walk but this wouldn’t be enough if he really tried to chase after me. The moment my brain thought to make a run for it, the familiar electricity of his touch wrapped around my forearm and sent a shiver down my spine. I dared not turn around.

“Jieun…”

“Chan…”

“I’ve been meaning to text you.”

“It’s okay, I know you’ve had a lot on your mind.”

“Can we talk?”

“Uhm… I’m meeting with my friends soon.”

      The whole time I kept my back turned to him, a desperate attempt at holding it together while my mind ran a mile a minute. A battle of trying to convince myself that he isn’t trying to break up while also trying to pay attention to what he was actually saying.

“They don’t seem to be here yet so could you give me your time until then?”

“... okay.”

      Damn it, I hate how I can’t say no to him. He gently pulled me along to sit on the steps near the stream, not letting go as if I would run if he did and honestly maybe I would’ve. Silence passed between us and we couldn’t look at each other. There was an anxious tremble to his hand so gingerly I placed my free hand on his hand that was still wrapped around my arm.

“I’m sorry I took so long. I truly have been meaning to text you but I wasn’t sure how you were because we left things pretty badly the last time we spoke. I was a bit harsh…”

“I did say to take all the time that you need, plus I get how weird it is to reach out again after something like that… I did it once before too, remember?”

      I was surprised at how calm I sounded right now even though my heart was practically in my throat.

“Before I say anything, why were you so willing to give up your parents for our relationship?”

“Between you and them, I choose you. They’re my parents and they’d get over it eventually, I left a flash drive where I was honest with everything so the ball was in their court. You on the other hand… losing you means losing the spark I didn’t think I had and that’s the scariest thing to me,” I responded honestly, my eyes softening as my feelings swell in my chest.

“I’m going to be transparent with you,” he started. His hand moved from my wrist to holding my hand before he continued, “I didn’t want to be selfish knowing that you may lose some of the most important people in your life. That shouldn’t be a choice you have to make…”

“But?” I urged before the suspense of the pause wreaked havoc on my anxiety.

“I still stand by my morals and find it wrong for me to stay with you-”

      I shot up from my seat and the words started spewing from my lips. I will fight for my happiness even if apparently I have to fight the boy myself.

“No, I won’t let you break up with me so easily. You promised to have my back so you can’t leave me, you said I was worth the danger.”

“And you are, you’re just jumping to conclusions and can’t read the atmosphere apparently. Now let me finish,” he chuckled.

      I sat back down again as I realized that his hand was still wrapped around mine and he hadn't let go, not even for a moment. He agreed with my words so this is good right?

“I tried to stay away and prove to myself this was the right decision before contacting you but my heart didn’t let me. God there were so many times I’ve subconsciously ended up in the places we’ve been together because you’re the only thing on my mind. The night market, the arcade, the park. You can say it was that invisible force you talked about. We’ll figure out how to coax your parents together but you’re too precious to me, I guess that happens when you’re in love.”

      Everything didn’t register at once. First the tension left my shoulders as I realized that he had been missing me as much as I missed him. Second, we weren’t breaking up and at that realization I threw my arms over him in glee. I nuzzled my face into the crook of his neck, a place I never thought would feel so much like home, before the final thing hit me.

“Love?”

      I asked as I pulled back and scanned his face in shock. The more my eyes traveled his face the more his ears turned red as he let out a soft chuckle.

“Yes, love. You don’t have to say it back but I just know in myself that I love you.”

“I don’t, but I will because I love you too.”

      The rush of dopamine I felt was like none other and in that moment we crashed our lips together. When we pulled away all the emotions and anxieties washed over me. I couldn’t help but laugh at my state because I couldn’t stop smiling even as tears streamed from my eyes.

“Hey hey we just fixed things, why are you crying?” Chan chuckled, wiping my tears.

"I just- these are happy tears I swear,” I laugh before remembering, "and we won't have to worry about my parents, they came around! They met you to find out if you're good for me and-"

      Chan let out a relieved sigh as he pulled me into his arms. I couldn't help but laugh at how much of a mess I probably looked right now. Once we pulled away his phone buzzed and it was like he just realized something as he answered, giving me an apologetic smile.

"Hey… mhmm… actually I think I'm gonna have to rain check on you guys. I'll tell you guys later. Yeah sorry see ya bro."

"Who was that? Why did you cancel your plans? Remember I had plans too."

"It was just Felix, they were trying to get me to go out again but I’ve seen enough of them. Plus you said "had" so I assume they're no longer in the picture," he said, giving me a goofy grin.

"Well I was supposed to meet the boys to stop my moping too but they were late. Then I panicked when I saw you so I cancelled," I sheepishly responded.

      Wait a minute. Both our friends planned to meet us to get us out of moping at the same place at the same time? This feels a little suspicious.

"Cancelled is cancelled. Is it wrong that I wanna spend time with my girl whom I've missed?"

"Ugh you're such a sweet talker. You know even without the pet names I can't say no to you?"

"The pet names make it fun though," he winks and I roll my eyes with a laugh.

      Chan gets up and pulls me to my feet as we start walking off, talking about things we could do. When we got close to the stairs leading back to the bridge, I heard excited shouting behind us. My instincts told me to turn and why was I not surprised?

[simplyyeol]

what happens in paris

genre — soulmate! au, fluff, angst-ish

pairing — baby boy pcy x reader

word count — 10.085 what the fuck

warnings — language 

description — you find yourself going on a trip to paris with your soulmate. it’s not too bad if you manage to overlook the fact that he hates your guts.

author’s note — hello! i don’t really know if i did this au well or not, but you know. me. back at it again with the cliches. sorry in advance, there is alot of cliche i hope it didn’t drag out too long i tried to incorporate a lot of thought bc character development! idk. also this might be my favorite thing i’ve written so far gahhd! yeah. anyways, enjoy! this took way longer than it should’ve

A smile bloomed on your face as you hopped out of the taxi, the driver coming around to help your excited state grab your luggage from the trunk. You politely said your thank you, bowing, having already paid in the car before practically skipping inside the terminal.

Checking your phone, the online check-in page of your ticket confirmation shown before you double-checked the text. You were at the right terminal, you thought. Nothing had gone wrong so far. You took a deep breath, steeling yourself, before entering the airport. 

The line for the online check-in was thankfully short as you passed through that with smiles. There was still two hours until your boarding time you noticed, stopping in the middle of the crowd, not certain on where to go next. Baekhyun had said he would meet you at the airport—you'd forgotten to ask him where and when. 

That was when you saw Chanyeol.

Or he saw you. There was something in the air that made your eyes tear away from your screen, your finger hovering over Baekhyun's contact. Something made you drawn towards his broad figure, that made you catch his eye when his wardrobe was nothing special—it wouldn't have caught your eye given someone else was wearing the same thing. Then again, you pondered, he is your soulmate. Maybe he felt whatever it was too as his step faltered, taking you in, with no one surrounding you. If it weren’t for the mop of striking silver hair he’d dyed it earlier in the year, or his long limbs, or even his pointy ears that stood out from under his beanie, you would’ve never guessed it was him. Or you would’ve. Only because of the sixth sense you get when you meet your soulmate.

Not many people meet their soulmate. It’s a fact. You’d had to do a research paper on it once in middle school and if you remember correctly, only 8% of the world’s population find their soulmate. And you happened to be in that 8%. 

You’d seen him at the beginning of freshman year, during your first week, when you felt something wash over you as he made eye contact. Like someone poured a ton of warmth and covered you with a blanket while giving you some hot cocoa. You’ve only ever heard of soulmates with happy endings so when he’d turned away, a frown etched on his handsome face, the fantasies running through your head broke like a dam.

He wasn’t in any of your courses last year, or your first year, but this year he was.

In your Statistics course to be exact. You’re honestly not that bad at statistics. The concepts are fine. You do pretty well on the tests too. However, you still despised Statistics with a hatred that ran deep. Obviously due to him, if that wasn’t clear enough.

Chanyeol doesn’t hate you. He doesn’t go out of his way to annoy you, tease you, or pick on you. He’s not particularly fond of you either. Maybe he knows you. You don’t know if he knows your name—although there is attendance so you could beg to differ—he acts as if you aren’t there. That his soulmate isn’t there.

The only possible honest to God answer you’ve gotten as to why he doesn’t talk to you, acts like you are nothing, like a piece of gum on someone’s shoe, is because he doesn’t like you. You’ve even overheard him telling Baekhyun that you aren’t his type. You weren’t there to hear anything else as you fled from there, eyes glassy with tears. Chanyeol is very handsome. You’d begrudgingly admitted that when you actually noticed how many girls flank his sides while he merely walks through the campus corridors. He’s tall, sporting a modelesque face, thin but you were sure he packed in some muscle underneath, and he has an amazing sense of fashion. Girls are lining over for him, left and right. 

And you—you’re just lacking. In your eyes at least. And Chanyeol’s as well.

He really took one look at you and deemed you not pretty enough to be his soulmate. He is the guy that dates the girls in the modeling and acting majors with a body and face that rival any female celebrity. You couldn’t possibly beat any of them.

If you thought about it frankly, it was pathetic. How horribly he treats you. How you look at him from the sidelines with a spotlight shining over him when he doesn’t even glance your way. How you know--even though fate literally attached you to him--it’ll never happen. You’ve gotten mad and ranted with Baekhyun about it as well (he got mad with you and claimed to come and beat him up for you, but you quickly declined not wanting to ruin his face because you just knew he would lose--and you didn’t want him to fight his friend. Yeah, your soulmate who hates you and your best friend are friends. Lucky, right?) and you said that you’d show him a piece of your mind. But the next day, your entire demeanor deflated. The voice in the back of your head started its whispering. Don’t bother him, you already know how he feels about you. And the anger left you. 

You’ve come to terms with it now—only sending the back of his head in class a few sad smiles from time to time and other than that you ignore him. If he ignores you, you should ignore him. Why should you pine over someone who barely knows you exist? (Your tiny crush on him says otherwise and acts accordingly.)

You were surprised to see him here of all places and with the luggage too. Apparently, Chanyeol was traveling for the holidays as well. He narrowed his eyes and suddenly you felt like he was analyzing you. You felt small and almost like you were about to suffocate. You tore your eyes away from him and back to your screen. Just a coincidence, you thought. No need for any bad thoughts, Y/N! Can’t let that trouble you and ruin your big, big day! Or well week since you were going to paradise for a whole five days. Too short, now that you think about it.

At the thought of why you were at the airport suddenly came crashing back on you, your previous jitters returning, you quickly pressed on your roommate's number, the calling screen popping up before you pressed it to your ear.

“Y/N? Are you here yet?” Baekhyun asked. You and Baekhyun went to the same high school and had bonded over your similar love for SNSD. You would skip class together to watch the comeback showcase and your friendship only grew from there. It wasn’t that much of a surprise when you and Baekhyun ended up going to the same college. Not many of his friends were keen on living alone, leaving the two of you on one side. You decided to live together seeing no problems arise.

“I am. Checked in my bag and I’m kind of in front of the entrance?” You said, scanning the mass of people to see if you could spot him.

“Okay, one sec, Cha—my friend is checking in his bag right now...can you meet us at the Starbucks?”

“Yeah, yeah, okay.”

You cut the call and made your way over to the Starbucks you spotted earlier.

You and Baekhyun were supposed to be going on a trip of the lifetime—to Paris of all places! It was a dream that both of you had had. He’d gone and done everything, his excitement to the max at the thought of finally being able to go traveling with you. However, in the end, he couldn’t come. He’d gotten a promotion at a radio, something he couldn’t miss. It was a big step in his singing career--people would actually be hearing him now—and you’d sadly accepted the fact that you wouldn’t be able to go with him.

He still didn’t want you going alone, the best friend he was and somehow managed to convince a friend of his to go with you. You asked which friend of his (he had too many) but he stubbornly told you it’d be a surprise. You were okay with anyone except for one person, but you had a bad feeling that crawled up your spine after your previous encounter.

You tapped at your phone, sipping your drink while playing a game that your 9-year old cousin had demanded you download as it was a must by her standards.

“Y/N?” You looked up to see Baekhyun standing over your table. You dropped your phone, practically tackling him and squealing, pulling him into a hug, the excitement rolling off you in waves.

“Well, aren’t you excited.” He mused.

“So much, you don’t even know.” You voiced, pulling back before pouting. “Now you have to tell me. Who is it?”

He smirked before cocking his head to the side. Your head whipped to where he was gesturing.

“No—” you spluttered seeing the familiar face.

“Chanyeol!” He called waving his arms, motioning for him to come here, while you had your mini panic attack.

You looked at him, something akin to fear displayed on your face. You almost threw up half the macchiato you downed just a few minutes before seeing Chanyeol rolling his luggage with him.

Baekhyun smiles, beaming, before leaning closer to your ear. “You'll thank me later.”

The excitement form your face has fully washed off, as you purse your lips. “I don’t think so, Baek.”

“See this is why I didn’t tell you! I knew you’d act like this.” He pouted before turning around and pulling Chanyeol to you.

“Hi.” Chanyeol starts, slowly, cautiously, as he sees you looking anywhere but at him. Was he okay with this? Going to another fucking country with you? Was he not freaking out? Did Baekhyun tell him that it was you he was going with? No— did Baekhyun bribe him? You felt small under your soulmate's eyes, and you hated it.

You almost feel like crying, and you don’t even know why as you wave a heartless wave back. You can’t deal with this right now. Nope. No way. You choose not to.

“I’ll be right back,” you mutter, grabbing your phone and heading towards the bathroom. You head into a stall and give yourself ten seconds. Ten seconds to cry before you put on a smile. A tiny sob racks out of your chest and you thank God your relationship with Chanyeol hasn’t progressed enough for him to feel your feelings. You’d actually die if that was the case.

You take a deep breath when you hit one and quickly dab at your eyes with your over-sized hoodie. At least you didn’t wear any mascara. You press the tips of your fingers, which are slightly cold, to your eyes, afraid of the puffiness before walking out of the stall. You give yourself a smile seeing no trace. You can do this. This is nothing. If anything, maybe you can try and get to know him on the trip, and maybe learn more about him and why he doesn’t like you. You paused glancing at your sparkling eyes. Nothing can ruin your first trip abroad, by yourself. Not even him. The smile you sported suddenly felt a lot less heavy from before your pep talk. I can do this, you repeated like a mantra. You whisper to yourself a small ‘fighting!’ before you walk out of the bathroom to go meet your doom.

Chanyeol frowns when he sees you, as a small thank you passes from your lips when you see your backpack on his shoulder since they’d moved from the cafe. You shoulder your backpack, ignoring the stare that you could literally feel on you from a certain giant.

“Great!” Baekhyun announces, not seeming to notice the tension between you to. Or maybe he chose to ignore it. Or it was just your imagination. “Now that you two are energized and ready to go, I’ll be taking my leave—"

“Wait!” You interject. A blush settles on your face when you realize you sounded a little too panicked to be considered cool, calm and collected. Not freaking out on the inside. “Uh...goodbye hug?” He chuckles at your excuse and opens his arms. You give him a small smile and walk in, glad for the warmth that the man practically radiates. You’re actually going to miss the annoying idiot. Even though you were going to Paris, he had wanted to go too. It was on both your bucket lists and you felt sad that he wouldn’t be there to experience it with you.

“We can always go next time,” he mutters, practically reading your thoughts. “Don’t be sad.” He let’s go, smiling down at you, and you pout as he pats your head in a teasing manner. He gives Chanyeol the more masculine hug, bro-hug you like to call it, and says his last words, turning around to leave, two of you now alone.

Well, you both were still in the airport where hundreds of people surrounded you but still, alone.

You spoke up, not sure of what to do next. “I guess we should go too—" Chanyeol turns seeing Baekhyun exit, the airport giving you one last dramatic wave, not sparing you a glance before leaving. “Or not,” You mutter, dejectedly, hurrying to follow behind him. You didn’t know if you should follow him, but the two of you were technically traveling together, right? Couldn’t hurt if you annoy him a little more.

You got on the plane with no hassle. It was a long flight, 12 hours to be exact, the longest you’ve ever been on a plane—and it wasn’t until you boarded, and put your backpack overhead, Chanyeol helping you put yours as he saw you struggling when you realized you were scared. Well, a scared type of nervous. A nervous type of scared. You forgot about the jitters that always seem to crawl up behind you when you take off. Something about the plane tilting so weird made butterflies flutter in your stomach. And not the good kind.

Your hands gripped the handlebars a little too tight, your knuckles turning white. Your eyes were shut closed as the plane lifted and you missed the glances Chanyeol sent your way seeing your frenzied state. You should really get rid of this stupid fear.

One thing you’ve noticed is that you can never sleep on planes. Well, just the first part. Trying to sleep right after taking off? Yeah, you could never. You saw Chanyeol pull an eye mask from his bag and put it on and mentally made a note to maybe try that sometime. Maybe it’d help.

The time on the tiny TV in front of you said there were almost six hours left. Halfway there. You turned from listening to music to watching a movie, and you were scrolling through the new Disney movies that were released this year when you felt something land on your shoulder.

You managed a peek and froze. It was Chanyeol. He’d wiggled out in his seat, legs awkwardly spread as they were too long from the cramped up seat and he somehow came to your height, head lolling on your shoulder. You glanced at the person sitting next to Chanyeol, an old man in his late 40’s. At least he didn’t land on him.

You let go of the breath you were holding not feeling him move and continuing to find another movie. The position looks as comfortable as it gets for an economy class ticket to Paris. You’d spare your shoulder if it meant his comfort any day.

Maybe it was after the third movie you fell asleep on Chanyeol’s head that was still resting on your shoulder.

So when he woke and found you sleeping on his head, it was the hardest minute of his life to move you comfortably to his shoulder without waking you up.

He looked at your face, a pout lining your lips. He wanted nothing more than to smash his lips on them.

When Baekhyun had asked if he'd wanted to go on a trip with you, cautiously of course (he knew your relationship with him), he'd accepted thinking that maybe he should try. He should try this whole soulmate thing with you when Baekhyun explained to him that his parents were just horrible. Not at all like what soulmates become. 

He started to regret it after seeing you at the airport and now all he wanted to do was wrap you up in his embrace and smother you with kisses. The stupid soulmate bond getting in the way of his rational thoughts. It didn't help that the hoodie you were wearing was over-sized, practically swallowing you making you look even more adorable.

He looked away, groaning, his head falling back against the seat. This is not good.

He saw the movie you were watching still playing and lightly chuckled seeing as your headphones were still on. You must’ve been really tired to have slept through that noise. He peeled them off, carefully, and turned off the screen before resting his head on yours again. He found that it was much more comfortable than the seat behind him as his eyes fluttered shut, sleep overtaking him once again.

When you woke, Chanyeol was already awake and your chest tightened, hoping beyond belief he didn’t mind you leaning against him. You couldn’t have him hating you any more or getting the wrong idea. But what could be the wrong idea? You were simply sleeping. Even if he did, his face was void of emotion so if he did care, he shrugged it off—maybe saying something your unconscious body had done, so it wasn’t your fault. You blew a breath out, thankful to spare the embarrassment that would’ve come if he had questioned you before the seat belt sign had turned off. You’d officially landed.

Chanyeol had gotten your backpack that you’d gratefully taken from him as you boarded off the plane.

The Paris airport was bustling to the brim and you could only look with wide eyes at everything surrounding you. It intrigued you, how everything looked so similar. All the elements of the Seoul airport were there, but it was so different at the same time. The feeling of Paris seeped through the small cracks as you saw everything laid in front of you.

How instead of Korean and English, it was French and English printed on the signs overhead. A voice in the back of your head said the language of love, and you couldn’t help but think how ironic it was, in your situation.

No mishaps had occurred as you got to the hotel you’d be staying at for the next week. You’d checked in, both you and Chanyeol having separate rooms, although they were next to each other. You’d quickly said no when they asked if you’d like to change to a single room. The blush that stained your cheeks had stayed up the elevator until you scrambled into your room and muttered a quick ‘see you tomorrow’ to Chanyeol.

You spent the rest of the evening washing up and organizing the events you’d already booked for tomorrow. You wondered if Baekhyun was still awake and were reaching for your phone to text him when your stomach growled. You groaned remembering that you’d slept through the in-flight meal and the last thing you’d digested was that measly drink from Starbucks. Maybe you should go and get dinner.

You looked at the menu booklet that you’d found on the sleek coffee table in the corner of the room, that showed the items for room service but blanched at the price of each plate. The hotel Baekhyun reserved was exquisite, to say the least. You counted the money that you’d exchanged earlier at the airport and deemed that you’ll exchange some more tomorrow morning. It wouldn’t hurt to skip dinner if you just slept now.

A knock at the door had made you freeze in your spot, sprawled on the floor. You got up, not expecting anyone and looked through the peephole, curiously. Chanyeol was standing there, his eyes cast downwards as he scrolled through his phone. You’d scrambled back. Why was he here? Was there something wrong? Did he lose something? You peaked again and noticed his casual stature. It doesn’t look like anything is wrong…maybe he just forgot something trivial and needed to borrow it for you. You popped your hood, thinking your hair was probably a mess, hoping that nothing was actually up before opening the door.

“Oh, you’re still awake.” His eyes raked your figure up and down, and your feet shuffled, nervous under his scrutinizing gaze. “I was just going to grab some food—you didn’t have dinner yet, did you?”

You shook your head. “I’m not that hungry—”

The rumbling of your stomach interrupted you. A blush settled on your cheeks as a small smile painted his handsome face. You managed a nervous chuckle before saying you’ll be out in ten and softly shut the door behind you. After you were sure the lock had clicked, you’d stumbled to your bed and dived head first before thrashing a little, heart soaring through the clouds. Did Park Chanyeol just ask you to go out with him?

You settled for a small diner that lined the streets next to your hotel. The aroma when you entered the restaurant made you salivate at how good it smelled.

You were excited for the food until you saw the waitress practically waltz to your table. She was blonde, tall, with long legs, and big breasts. You couldn’t help but think she was pretty even as she gave a very inappropriate look to your soulmate. She leaned over the table, showing off even more cleavage and you rolled your eyes.

And then you saw Chanyeol. And where exactly he was looking. You scoffed as she sent you a smirk and a tiny part inside of you died remembering when he had said you weren’t his type. Maybe she was his type. You glanced at your chest and suddenly felt small in comparison.

His eyes fluttered to yours as you quickly looked back at your menu, embarrassed as you’d been caught staring at him. What’s wrong with you? You’re not his type and nothing can change that.

The waitress had walked back, a bounce in her step, knowing the effect she had on Chanyeol, after taking your orders and you’d been down in the dumps since.

Dinner was silent until you tried breaking the silence. It couldn’t possibly hurt to try and know more about your travel buddy if not soulmate, could it?

“What are you majoring in?” You chanced, eyes wide as you took another bite of your pasta, eyes focused on him.

He looked up at you and swallowed. “Music.”

You hummed. It made sense. Chanyeol seemed like...a free spirit. He doesn’t seem like the person who would want to major in something sturdy like law or medicine because his parents told him to. A content smile spread over his lips and you realized that he must love what he does.

“What about you?”

“Oh, um, business.” You gave him a small smile. “Boring, right? I’ve always wanted to learn guitar.” You said, sadly. “Seems fun.”

“Business isn’t..boring.” He mused, questionably you’d add, and then. “Why didn’t you?” He questions, lips down-turned.

“My parents thought it was a waste of money.” You played with the pasta on your plate, fork scratching the glass. You’d never gave it a second thought. If your parents used that excuse, that usually meant it would never happen. Money was a touchy subject in your family, as you didn’t grow up in a lavish environment. “Never got the chance.”

“I could teach you.” Your head shot up, confused at his words. “Maybe when we get back.”

“Why?” You said, cocking your head. Why would he want to teach you guitar on top of his classes and probably extracurriculars? He also had his own social life.

“What do you mean why?” He questioned back.

“I—um, never mind.” Gosh, why did you have to ask that? You don’t even know what you were saying anymore. “Thank you,” you quickly added.

It’s silence until you speak up about the thing that’s been bothering you. “Baekhyun said that he convinced you to come with me—is that right?”

“Yeah. He said it when all of the guys were out. I’ve always wanted to go abroad.”

“Did you know you’d be coming with me?” You asked, hesitantly, looking at him with big eyes.

“Yeah.”

You wondered if you should bring up the part about how he treated you, but a voice in the back of your head told you to just go for it. You’re on the topic already.

“I thought you didn’t like me.”

“What?”

“I mean, you don’t even talk to me, and you can’t possibly be clueless as to the fact that we’re soulmates.” His eyes widen, as you realize this is the first time you made it known. Sure you knew it, thought about it, practically every day, and you’re sure he knows it too. But this is the first time the both of you are actually discussing it. You scoffed inside. You’d known him for almost three years and this is the first time it’s come up between the two of you.

“I don’t hate you,” he mutters.

“What?” This is, what you'd call frustrating. “Well, I know I’m not your type but that doesn’t mean you have to reject me being your soulmate. You didn’t even give me a chance—” you choke, halting your tirade.

He cocks his head. “I never told you, you weren’t my type—”

“I heard,” you interjected. “Freshman year, you told Baekhyun in our apartment and I heard. And I get that I’m not what you want, but you never even gave me a chance.” You look at him, pleadingly, before sighing. “Whatever, it doesn’t matter anyway.”

“I—I don’t hate you,” he splutters.

“You don’t have to lie.” You state, standing up from the table. Where all your confidence is coming from, only God knows. His hand shoots out to hold your arm and you pull it away, goosebumps rising, when you felt a small shock from that touch. 

You glare at him. “If you don’t hate me, then it’s okay to say you don’t like me being your—”

“I just never wanted a soulmate, okay?” He interjects, eyebrows furrowed at you. “It’s not you.” You falter. It wasn’t you he didn’t want. It was the fact he never wanted what you were to him. “I don’t hate you, okay.” He looked at you, eyes big and soft before confessing. “I kind of wanted to go on this trip with you.”

You slowly sat back down, mouth effectively shut up for the rest of dinner, thoughts consuming you as you finished off your plate. He never wanted a soulmate? So when he said he wanted to go with you, he meant to get you know you as a friend? Were you just friend-zoned by him? Something in your gut didn’t feel right and you remembered how you had a tiny crush on him. Totally not platonic feelings. Is this really what your future will be? You mentally slammed your head against the table. Maybe you should get up and leave his forever, because you just know that you’ll fall for him even more, if you started this. But there was still a small part in your heart that just said, take what you could get. Maybe it���ll work in your favor. You glanced at the man in question, chomping on a bread stick while scrolling through his phone seemingly unaffected. He still is your soulmate. Just the thought of leaving him seemingly made your heart break into pieces that could never be put back together.

“The food’s really good,” was all you could manage, trying a light tone. 

“Yeah, it is.” He replied.

When the bill came around you rummaged through your purse for the right note but Chanyeol had already handed the correct amount.

“Wait, no, it’s fine I can pay half, what are you doing—”

“I pay this time and you pay the next?” He offered, already handing over the money. You frowned at him huffing an okay not really seeing a choice before waiting for him at the entrance.

As you strolled the Parisian streets next to Chanyeol, you realized that he said the next time also. Did that mean he wanted to eat with you, again? Your heart couldn’t help but flutter a smile growing on your lips at the possibilities that swam through your mind. And then you remembered. He didn’t want a soulmate. The smile was gone. 

Maybe you should’ve just skipped dinner.

In the past few months, you’ve visited every top tourist attraction website you could find on the whole internet including Paris and finally, after the very long wait, you got to experience it.

Today marks the first day of your trip in Paris. You’d be going to the Moulin Rouge before taking a cruise on the Seine. 

You were getting ready, having just gotten out of the shower and settling for a pair of jeans and a hoodie with your long coat over from the chilly weather forecast of today, when you felt it.

A searing pain on your forearm pulling a shriek from you. You ran towards the sink feeling tears prick at your eyes because that really fucking hurt. And based on previous knowledge that was a burn. You had gotten a burn when you were nowhere near anything hot. Which meant only one other thing.

It was Chanyeol. You'd been bonded. You laughed heartlessly as the cold water washed over your skin. He said he didn’t want a soulmate and the very next day you get bonded to him. How amazing.

You’ve figured out over the day that Chanyeol is very clumsy. You’ve got bruises on your knees, elbows, and finger when you think that he slammed his finger on a door. He was literally going to be the death of you and it hasn’t even been one fucking day, you think.

You decide to bring it up to him, even though you knew you’d probably forget. You have low pain tolerance. If anything else you’ll go into shock living with this bond for the rest of your life, you thought.

The Seine left you absolutely awestruck. You’d boarded a cruise for the evening, the tour guide explaining that it was the prettiest during sunset. And she wasn’t wrong.

The pinks and orange hues faded into the blue as you saw the sunset far off. The purple and black of the night took over the sky and you couldn’t help but sigh at the beauty it held. It was almost time to get off and you, Chanyeol and a young couple--you guessed in their early 30’s sat at a table. You’d ordered a soda and Chanyeol a tea.

A big mistake you liked to call it. The boat rocked just as Chanyeol’s lips were to taste the matcha and the piping hot burn seared on your chest right where he had spilled it. You’d spilled the coke you were holding over your shirt as well from the shock, on your white button-up shirt, before you huffed setting down the empty glass. He can’t possibly know that you’ve been bonded when you were taking the brunt of the hits.

“Are you always burning yourself or what?” You barked, turning to Chanyeol who was sporting a similar stain to your own. He had tissues in his hand when he looked down at your shirt, then back to your face as a blush coated his features.

“What?” He called.

“This morning, you burned yourself on something didn’t you?”

“Yes, but how did you know—?”

“Are you fucking stupid or—" you rolled up your sleeve and pinched the supple skin there, and he yelped. 

“No...” He breathed.

“Yes. So please, try and be more careful from now on.”

The couple which Chanyeol found had an adorable kid took their seats on the chairs across from you. He looked around only now noticing that the deck was packed, many lingering around the edges of the deck, not having a seat. Thank God, you’d grabbed a seat beforehand and told him to keep his stuff so someone wouldn’t take your seat. He couldn’t fathom standing for a whole two hours with sore legs, if only from strolling through Paris in the afternoon.

Chanyeol watched the couple bicker, lovingly, before one of their kids spilled scalding hot tea over the father. He chuckled. That just happened to him as well. But what came next shocked him.

The mother turned to the child who looked upon his parents, bottom lip trembling, tears spilling out. “I’m sorry, did it hurt a lot?” He cried.

Chanyeol thought he only spilled the tea on the father before he caught a glance of an angry red on the mother’s forearm. Right where the father was wiping it with a tissue.

“It’s okay, it was only an accident, don’t cry. It doesn’t even hurt that much.” The mother soothed the child, shushing him. 

He realized. The couple was bonded. With a child. His mind was in a frenzy before your voice next to him pulled out from his thoughts.

“Are you two soulmates?” You asked, eyes sparkling and lips pulled into a smile.

The couple nodded as a small, dreamy sigh left your lips and only Chanyeol could see the tiniest motion as you deflated.

“That’s lovely.” You spoke before your eyes met Chanyeol’s.

Chanyeol looked straight at you, gaze unwavering as he thought of how maybe this whole time he’s seen it wrong. You were surprised, quickly looking away from his eyes, a sudden blush rising in your cheeks.

Maybe it really could be different for him.

You’d woken up the next morning absolutely ecstatic for the busy day to come. The prospect of seeing the Palace of Versailles—all the greenery, the history hidden behind each stone placed, the architecture—something you’ve only dreamed of seeing in person sent jitters all over again through your body. This is exactly what you wanted when you planned to travel.

You checked the time and remembered that you forgot to remind Chanyeol last night that the bus would arrive earlier. A voice in the back of your mind told you not to tell him but then you remembered. He was in Paris because he wanted to travel. You know how excited you were—you couldn’t possibly do that to him. You figured that you should go right now but quickly chickened out, deeming it too awkward for you to go to his door and knock. Sure, your relationship has gotten a little better (he did want to be friends with you)—and he doesn’t treat you like dirt anymore but nothing like the dreams you’ve dreamed of.

You picked up your phone and clicked on his contact--having gotten his number for emergencies. Both of you had gotten international plans for the trip as roaming charges were never pleasant.

chanyeol?

are you up?

Even after ten minutes, he didn’t reply and he couldn’t possibly be ignoring you. He wouldn’t stoop that low. You hesitated before thinking, fuck it, and pressing the call button. 

It rang a few times before he picked up his groggy morning voice filling your ear. “Y/N? Is there something wrong?”

Your stomach leaped at how his words slurred and you thought of how adorable he would look. No, bad Y/N. Don’t think like that. “Um, no, are you awake yet? The tour bus we're taking leaves at 9:30—”

“That’s today?” He interjects. “Shit, I should probably get ready—thank you, God, if you weren’t here—“

He hung up the call then and you lowered the phone a small smile playing on your lips. He’s glad that you’re here with him. 

Later you hit your head against the wall of your bed because you are not supposed to be thinking those thoughts over what he says. He probably doesn’t mean how you think it means. You’re looking too into things, Y/N. You have got to stop.

You showed up at his door later, his promise of you paying for the next meal going through your thoughts. You don’t usually eat breakfast, but the thought of trying actual French croissants in France made your mouth water.

In the end, you made your way to the breakfast buffet at your hotel and took everything you thought look good in a to-go box for Chanyeol and you to share.

You'd rung the doorbell and after you heard a door shut inside and some more shuffling he opened the door. You yelped before turning around. He only had a towel on.

He smirked. “There’s still half an hour,” he remarked.

You lifted up the bag, now looking at the floor. “I brought breakfast.”

He tentatively took it from your fingers before sniffing it and moaning in pleasure. He walked inside to his room leaving the door open and you took that as permission to enter as well. “You are literally a godsend, Y/N, this smells amazing.”

Your blush darkens. “Should I wait, until you’re done dressing or—?”

“You can wait, I’ll be a minute,” he says and you hear what you think is the bathroom close before letting out the breath you were unknowingly holding. You flop on one of the chairs near the coffee table, identical to the one in your own room. That was way too much exposure for you at only nine in the morning. Did the universe hate you? Is that why your life is like this? You take your orange juice and chug it suddenly feeling a little too hot when you hear Chanyeol’s phone ring.

You look at the phone number with ‘Mother’ written and then to the bathroom. Is it nosy if you pick up? But what if it’s important? In the end, you pick up the phone, seeing as a few rings already passed. “Hello?”

“Hello, Chanyeol? Are you home, right now? Remember that book—”

“Um, Ma’am. This is Y/N, Chanyeol’s--um, friend.”

“Oh.” She pauses. “Where’s Chanyeol?”

“He’s in the bathroom, right now.” Your eyebrows furrow, repeating what she said in your brain. Home? Did Chanyeol not tell her about being in Paris? You don’t say anything as you only hear static on the other side.

“Oh,” she finally replies, and you’re shocked at how uninterested she is. Does she really not know?

You hear the door open and Chanyeol sees you with his phone as you look at him. 

“Who is it?” He asks across the room, hanging up his towel on the clothes rack to the side.

“Your mother,” you mouth. His eyes widen and it only takes him two strides to reach and snatch the phone from your hand. His face turns cold and you feel as if you’ve done something wrong.

“I’ll call you later, Mother.” He says, before hanging up. 

You keep your lips closed as he sighs and looks at you. “Why did you pick up?”

“I—um,” you splutter.

“Whatever, just don’t do it again.” He snapped as you curled in yourself wanting nothing more than for the ground to open up and swallow you whole. Apparently, you were being nosy.

He sprawls over the other chair, silently and unwraps the food. You watch him practically inhale the food, not making any move. He looks pissed.

“Sorry.” You both say simultaneously. You hold eye contact with him for an exact five seconds before he looks away.

“Did you not tell your mom that you were going to Paris?” You try. “Are…you not close with her?”

He doesn’t say anything for a minute. And then,

“My parents are soulmates.” Your eyes widen, microscopically. Well, this is big news. The fact that you even found your soulmate was huge. You don’t even know anyone close to you that has found their soulmate. And have a kid too.

“They treated me like a stranger and only cared about themselves and I—” he stopped, a slight tremble in his lips. “I thought that that was what the soulmate bond does to people. It makes them into parasites who don’t care for those around them.” He looks at you, eyes just the tiniest bit teary. “I never wanted a soulmate because of them. She couldn’t care less. Whether I’m in Korea or across the world.” 

You put yourself in his shoes. The people in his life who were supposed to love you, take care of you, comfort you, cry with you, were absent in his life—his parents were nonexistent in his life. You went over what he said in your head. He thought it was because of the soulmate bond? That’s why he doesn’t want a soulmate?

“Chanyeol? I’m sorry, but I don’t think it’s because of the soulmate bond.” You blurt. He stops chewing on a sausage, looking at you. “I think they’re just assholes.” Your eyes widened. Wait, you didn’t mean to call his parents assholes! “Shit, that’s not what I—”

His boisterous laughter cuts through the room, bouncing off the walls, making it feel much livelier than what two—practically strangers—could do. “That’s what Baekhyun always says,” he chokes out between laughs. Is he one of those people who laugh at the stupidest of things? Because if he is, then you wouldn’t mind looking up the lamest dad jokes to get him laugh—no! Y/N, you can’t do that!

You find your resolve fading, though, as you can’t help but chuckle along with his never ending laughter.

The Louvre felt like a dream that you’d unnervingly stepped into. A tour guide was assigned to you, Chanyeol and a few other cute elderly couples wearing matching tourist shirts. You couldn’t help but wonder if they were soulmates too who’d grown old together—just like all the children stories said, the revelation from yesterday affecting your thoughts.

Your phone’s battery was quickly depleting if only from how many pictures you’d taken. You haven’t even reached half of the tour before your stomach is grumbling and to your embarrassment, Chanyeol, who has been walking next to you, hears it.

He calls to the tour guide and asks when they can stop for a lunch break and you all decide after you see the most famous exhibit: the Mona Lisa.

It didn’t take you long to stray from the group. Seeing as you’d go back after taking a closer picture, you’d used your height (which you’re usually very self-conscious about) to your advantage, passing through the hordes of people.

You’d gotten out of the crowd, finished with your admiration of the painting while you looked at the pictures you managed. They were pretty good if you said so yourself. Pocketing your phone, you looked up and tried spotting your group. You walked around a little, going back to where you’d parted before the realization hits you when you didn’t see them.

You quickly call Chanyeol, not knowing who else to call on this situation. He doesn’t pick up and you see that your battery is currently at 6%. This could not be happening to you right now.

You walked to a less populated part of the room suddenly feeling panicky at the hordes of people. There was probably a hundred people in this room right now and yet you knew none of them. You tried calling him again, afraid that your battery would die.

“Please, please, please, pick up,” you muttered like a mantra. Maybe God had sent you a gift when he picked up the phone.

“Chanyeol! Where are you right now, I can’t—“ your phone buzzed and you groaned seeing the screen go black. Your stupid phone with its stupid battery. Why did you take so many pictures again?

You tried looking on the bright side. He couldn’t be far, at the very most in another room. If anything he probably noticed that you aren’t by his side anymore (the both of you stuck together like glue today seeing as none of the other people in your group seemingly fit into people you could talk with). Hopefully, he’d find you soon enough. You’re a grown adult. You can’t be scared in broad daylight over nothing.

It’s been an hour and you still haven’t seen any sight of Chanyeol, and yes you were a grown adult who is totally capable of traveling alone, but you were scared. You could always go back to your hotel, but you left your money with Chanyeol as he’d brought a bigger bag and you didn’t have enough for a taxi fare back. So technically you couldn’t. Not being able to resist your hunger you’d managed to figure out where a nearby cafe was and used the rest of the money. You barely had enough for it too. You sat at one of the tables, munching on a sandwich and playing with your still dead phone. If only you had a charger.

And that’s when it hit you. This is the 21st century. Everyone had phones. With this many people, there’s probably one person with a charger—you sprung up and went to the counter hoping beyond belief your statement was correct.

“Hello? What can I get for you?” The women asked, shooting you a smile.

“Actually,” you started, “you don’t happen to have a phone charger on you, do you? My phone died and I lost my friend, and I need to call them but I don’t know his number.” You explained, a meek smile on your face.

She eyes your phone before her eyes lit up. “Oh! Yeah! You’re lucky that you have the same phone as me.” She gestured for you to come to the back through the opening on the side. You almost cried at the realization that you weren’t doomed.

“Thank you—" you paused, glancing at her name tag, “—Mia. You’re a lifesaver.”

“It’s no problem, really, but, I have to get back to the counter, so...”

“Oh yeah, totally go ahead. I’m not going to steal any mugs if that’s what you’re saying.” You shooed her off, sending a smile before leaning against the counter, a sigh leaving your lips.

You wanted to go back to your sandwich, but an inkling in the back of your head told you not to lose your phone as well. So you stayed, keeping an eye out just in case. When your phone lit up again, it was at 20% and you’d harrumphed in excitement, unplugging the cord and making your way back to your table. You’d quickly finished the last of your sandwich before clicking the call button when someone grabbed your arm.

“Are you fucking kidding me, Y/N, what the fuck—” they said and you pulled away in shock.

You looked startled glancing at the young man breathing harshly beside you, hands resting on his knees as he takes a deep breath—you guessed--from running. It wasn’t until he raised his head that you realized you weren’t lost anymore.

“Chanyeol!” You exclaimed, and before you knew it you were tackling him in a hug. Maybe it was the fact that you’d gotten lost in a foreign country with a foreign language and you’d had no idea what to do. But seeing his face, a familiar face made tears prick at your eyes. He’d froze under your touch and you realized you were hugging him before you quickly let go. “Shit, sorry,” you rambled and pulled back, trying your best to blink away the tears. Why are you crying? What the hell? Is there something wrong with you? 

He looked down at your weathered state and pulled you back into his arms in the middle of the debate in your head. You couldn’t help the tears that started rolling down your face, feeling the warmth emanate from him. You’re sure you soaked his hoodie as you wrap your arms around him, ear pressed against his heart as you heard the calm thump thump thump of his heartbeat that made you feel safer than ever before.

He refused to let you out of your sight for the rest of the day leaving you confused. Frazzled. Extremely concerned because where did the old Chanyeol go? Well, he had confessed that he kind of wanted to go on this trip with you. Technically that meant he wouldn't treat you horribly. This is what friends do for each other right? They look out for you. Well, you weren’t really complaining (even with how much he made you question yourself when he steered you closer to him when you'd strayed, his warm hands placed on your shoulders) as you were about to go take an angled picture of the Flying Carpet structure in the middle of the courtyard but was stopped by Chanyeol grabbing your hand.

You look back glancing at his hand in yours then back to his face, blushing. “I’m just going to go and take a picture—”

“Tell me,” he interrupted, “when you go somewhere else, okay?” His tone was soft, and all you could do was nod before he let go of your hand. You couldn’t even take a picture, his camera that you borrowed slipping out of your hands every time you thought of his warm hand clasped over yours.

Chanyeol watched as you stood underneath the Eiffel Tower, looking above you at the massive structure, a smile displayed lighting up your features. 

“Will you take a picture for me?” You grinned. He nodded, taking the phone from your outstretched hand. And while you turned around he quickly took a few pictures on your phone, before he realized that he hadn’t taken any pictures himself. His camera was over on the bench so he patted his pocket to get his phone, as he always kept it there but froze not feeling the familiar weight.

His eyes widened before he strides towards his bag and hurriedly checked all the pockets. You’d walked over to him now, silently taking your phone from where he placed it on the bench next to him. 

He groaned, after taking everything out of his bag and still not finding his phone. He couldn’t possibly have…lost it, could he? This is something big even for how forgetful Chanyeol is. He really went and lost his phone abroad. He looked at you and took in your concerned eyes, and then,

“I think I lost my phone.”

Maybe it was after ten minutes, twenty minutes—Chanyeol wasn’t sure because he didn’t have his fucking phone, but you already left his side after he broke the news—when you came back, silently taking a seat next to him.

“So I asked the tour guide,” you announced garnering Chanyeol’s attention as he looked at your calm stature. “And he said he’ll take us to the nearest police station.” You turned to him. “Can you try to retrace your steps, to see where you could’ve dropped it?”

He looked at you. He really looked at you as you blinked back at him, patiently waiting for him to answer. Over the days, over the days he spent with you, he’s realized something. You’ve been nothing short of amazing to him.

You were thoughtful, patient, you never got mad at him (except for whenever he gets an especially painful bruise--you have low pain tolerance, he’s noticed), and you laughed at the stupid jokes he tells you. He realized that he wanted nothing more than to keep that laugh on your face for the rest of your life. He wanted to make you laugh for the rest of your life. His heart stopped when he realized this isn’t what he wanted. When he had told you that he didn’t want a soulmate, he saw that loving glint in your eyes leave. He saw when you find yourself staring at him before looking away when he noticed. He saw how you restricted yourself, hesitating just the tiniest bit before doing something that friends don’t do. And over the days he realized. He was such a stupid idiot. And a hypocrite. And an asshole. He realized that he wanted you to be his soulmate. Even after just a few days ago he stated the exact opposite. Chanyeol groaned inwardly. He really fucked up, didn’t he?

You were for sure going to blow up in his face when he told you. You were shy sure, but he saw that you speak your mind when things get out of hand. Oh God, what if you say you didn’t want him as a soulmate anymore? Then what would he do? 

“I think in the last taxi we were in.” He muttered as he saw you in another light, almost as if a halo was shining a top of you.

“Oh! Then if you didn’t put it on silent, maybe the driver will pick up!” You exclaimed, hurriedly pulling your phone out. “I’m so dumb, I should’ve done this earlier.” You tapped for a few seconds on your phone before pressing it to your ear.

You frowned when no one picked up.

After the third time, your face lit up, as you spoke an excited ‘hello!’ and that’s when Chanyeol realized, inwardly smiling to himself.

He liked you. Maybe even loved you.

But he was stupid. So maybe he couldn’t.

“I told you we’d find it!” You squealed, skipping to Chanyeol before handing him his phone with the familiar phone case. He took it from your hand, welcoming the sparks that followed when your hand brushed his.

“I have no idea what I’d do without you.” He remarked.

“I know right,” you joked, a knowing smile present on your face. Chanyeol noticed; you smile a lot.

Maybe he’d begun noticing all the tiny things in the few hours passed that he realized his feelings for you. His true feelings. His true feelings that he couldn’t fucking confess because he messed up, big. (Even his conscience reminded him and Chanyeol wanted nothing more than for his conscience to fuck off.)

“Y/N,” he started, not knowing if he should say it now, but your attention fluttered back to the tour guide who was waving the both of you over. Chanyeol deflated as you turned your back on him before he made himself a silent promise. He wasn’t sure if you hated him yet, but he wanted you to know how he felt. He wanted to know if you still wanted him as a soulmate, even after everything he’s done to you. No time like the present, right?

The breeze fluttered through Paris, sending shivers up your spine as you leaned against the cold metal railing, gazing over the streets lit up underneath you. The people looked as small as ants from the top of the Eiffel tower.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” You enquired, not looking at Chanyeol who sported a similar stance to your own. 

You didn’t notice how Chanyeol turned to you, taking how the Parisian lights reflected in your eyes. “It is,” he replied (not totally taking a line out of a fairy tale and referencing to you, not the city below him).

You looked at him now, feeling his eyes boring into your side profile.

“Y/N, do you hate me?”

Your eyes widened at his statement. You know you’ve said that you thought he hates you, but you? Hating him? If anyone hated him you’d wonder if they were in their right minds. How can one actually hate him? First of all, his looks, you’re surprised that no agency has scouted him to be a model or actor. His voice, that stupid deep timbre that sent butterflies through your body whenever he started humming along to the radio, silently singing all the words. His personality was practically close to angelic. If you thought about it, to everyone else he was nice, so nice sometimes he stood up against Kim Jongdae—you realized it that one time you were crossing the street and he went to help out an elderly woman who was struggling with her groceries. He was just a lovable, extremely nice, idiotic giant, with big eyes and adorable pointy ears. How could you not like him?

“Th—that’s absurd,” you splutter, heat rushing to your cheeks, at how he’s staring at you, and you’re afraid that he could’ve heard your earlier thoughts, even though that’s impossible.

“So you don’t?” He continued. You nodded before he smiled a small smile to himself. “Good,” he confessed. And then, “that means you like me, right?”

The question was so out of the blue, and at the same time not, that you ended up choking on your own spit. He helped you recover, his warm hand sending goosebumps through your jacket as he rubbed your back. You narrowed your eyes at him seeing how he was so close to laughing at your hacking.

“How can you just say that so carelessly?” You declared, huffing, not looking at him, as he so was doing to you.

“You do, don’t you?” He grinned, taking your silence and avoidance of his question as an answer. “Because I think I like you.”

When you turn and meet his eyes, a series of events that you saw as the future flashed through your eyes. Chanyeol getting down on one knee, a box in his hand. The two of you sharing a kiss sealing your love for each other. A child with pointy ears and wide, doe eyes that you knew so well running around a house with chocolate smeared over his face.

And you realize that that is the future you have with him.

“I—” you falter. Mouth opening and closing. “You saw that too, didn’t you.”

His smile is beaming as he answers. “I did.” And he takes a step closer to you, closing the distance that was previously between the two of you.

And then he’s leaning closer, and closer, and closer, before pressing his lips to yours in the most gentle way you thought possible. Your lips move against his in a fluidity that you've never noticed before. You fit perfectly against him—as if you were made for each other. His lips are velvet as they move against your own, his hands hot as they pull you closer, placed on your hips.

A smile breaks through your lips as you kiss him, arms coming around his shoulders, fingers playing with the baby hairs on his nape and only when the two of you part, you see the brightest of smiles displayed on his face like a piece of art that you wouldn’t mind staring at for the rest of your life.

He leans down to swoop you off your feet again when you pull back, confusion laced over your features. “Wait a second. You said you didn’t want a soulmate, right? If you like me—your soulmate—how is that supposed to work—”

He cuts you off with a chaste kiss that has your head spinning. He chuckles. “I don’t not want a soulmate anymore, stupid.” Another kiss. “As long as its you.” And another. You kiss for a few more minutes, thankful that no one else was on the top of the Eiffel tower that you had forced Chanyeol to climb up with you. They weren’t going to risk the hellish flight of stairs to get to the amazing view.

After a while, he pulls away again. You’re glad as you take a breath. This man takes your breath away, literally. “You didn’t answer my question,” he breathes against your lips.

You chuckle, shaking your head. “What question?”

“Do you like me?” He questions, forehead resting against yours.

“I like you, Chanyeol,” you whisper.

He cradles your face and you see the spark of emotion glazing his eyes before he crashes his lips on yours once more.

It’s love.

As you enter the familiar Seoul Airport hand in hand with Chanyeol, you spot Baekhyun, your best friend, waiting for you, sporting a shit-eating grin.

He welcomes you with a hug before leaning down to whisper something only you could hear, “Where’s my thank you?”

[siribear]

alice avoids concord even though it’s a safer route, now clear of raiders and the deathclaw. well, she doesn’t avoid concord so much as she avoids the carnage, the blood and gore she caused, the first human lives she ever took. she barely spares it a glance as she cuts through the field just outside the town.

skirting the edge still takes her through familiar territory, familiar roads and buildings and maybe even trees? though they’re blasted and ruined and broken apart like everything else - except her. maybe.

now she wishes he brought codsworth, if only to not listen to her inner stream of consciousness.

she travels by road once she puts concord behind her. though it’s still mostly traveling off-road with the cars near-piled on top of each other. people trying to escape, those that couldn’t make it to a vault - those that weren’t on the list. one of her neighbors had wanted to drive all the way to the coast. she wonders if one of the rusted frames belongs to them.

somewhere outside lexington, she runs into a giant mosquito. it flies toward her with legs longer than her torso, and shrugs off more bullets than it should be able to. when it bites, it sinks deep into her neck and feels worse than a needle slipping under her skin. the too-long legs release her, and just like that it makes to fly away. vision blurring, she fires into its torso, watches as it falters and the blood it took from her slosh in a too-big sac. with another shot, she breaks the sac and it bursts like a popped water balloon, blood splattering across the road.

alice drops to her knees and presses her palms against the pavement like she can stop the world from spinning. stop her world from spinning. she checks her pipboy and there it is, the little warning flashing for blood loss. she drinks from a can of water, legs crossed, on the side of the road.

her neck itches.

ignoring the skin already rising as her body reacts to the bite, she switches to the radio on her pipboy. diamond city radio had always been the one station she could pick up but now - now there sits another, just under it. a military frequency. she tunes in, curious. static crackles from the speakers. out of range, possibly.

she stands, walks further into the commonwealth, toward college square. near cambridge, the transmission clears.

this is scribe haylen of reconnaissance squad gladius to any in transmission range. the transmission hisses with static. -requesting support or evac from our position at cambridge police station. repeat, requesting - knight rhys! the message cuts off with an automated voice before repeating.

nate always said she had an issue with helping people. with not helping people. but it was why she became a lawyer, to make sure the little people didn’t get swept under the rug of the law. to make a difference.

she never got the chance, before.

-

even if she didn’t know where she was going, the echo of gunfire leads her directly to the police station. barricades surround the courtyard, towering above her head. a group of ferals charges the barricades, slipping through the walls and piling near the openings. alice fires at the one in the lead, dismembering its leg on impact. a bright flash of red turns the feral into a pile of ash. the others charge through, kicking up ash as they storm the courtyard.

she slips in behind them to a scene from a horror movie. blood and limbs cover the ground, scattered around a small group of survivors: a man in power armor and a pair huddled near the door. she spares a glace at the two holding their own, and moves in beside the man in power armor. they share a brief nod before continuing to defend the others.

by the end of it, they’re surrounded by a semicircle of gore. blood mixes with ash at their feet, dead bodies piled around them. but the ferals are dead, and none of them are too worse for wear. the man beside her turns to face her with a sigh.

‘we appreciate the support, civilian.’ he reminds her of nate’s old military officers, despite looking her age. disciplined, nate would say. ‘but what’s your business here?’

alice shrugs. ‘i just happened to be passing by when i heard the distress call.’ she holds up her pipboy. ‘thought i’d see if you still needed the help.’

‘and if we didn’t, you’d simply come for the loot?’

‘absolutely not. if it was just me and that horde of ferals, i’d have run.’ she looks from the man to the others at the door. ‘is it just you three here? i’m amazed you held out.’

his eyes narrow. ‘answer my question first. you don’t seem like a regular commonwealth scavenger. not with how you took down those ghouls.’

‘o-kay. my name is alice. i’m with the minutemen up in sanctuary. the... general, actually,’ she adds, a small afterthought.

the man sitting by the door barks a laugh. now that she looks at him, he’s not so much as sitting as he is simply trying not to move. the woman kneeling next to him sticks a stimpak into his side. ‘like hell i’m believing she’s a general, paladin.’

the paladin closes his eyes and sighs again, heavily. ‘i’ve heard of sanctuary. there wasn’t anything up there of use to us.’ he eyes her pipboy. ‘just an old vault, locked tight.’

‘don’t look at me. i’m not from the area - ’

‘these minutemen must be desperate - ’

‘knight rhys. enough. scribe haylen, tend to him inside, please.’ haylen does, draping one of rhys’s arms over her shoulders.

‘anyway,’ alice continues, smiling to put the paladin at ease. ‘what’s your name? who are you guys?’

‘paladin danse, brotherhood of steel. i... apologize for rhys’s behavior. it’s been a fight ever since we got to the commonwealth.’

‘it’s no problem, really.’ she’s met plenty of men like him in her time. ‘why the police station?’

‘given its former use and fortification, it only made sense to use this as our base. the radio tower was an... unexpected boon.’ he gives her a nod.

‘guess you didn’t get the same warning i did about the ferals in the area, huh?’

she gets what she assumes is his equivalent of a laugh in a short huff of breath and a half smile. ‘apparently. we’re supposed to be investigating a signal - distinct, old-world tech. i’ve been trying to get ahold of my superiors now that i’m a man down and low on supplies, to no success.’

‘you could just ask for help, you know.’ again, that suspicious look. ‘call it curiosity. and a genuine desire to help.’

he looks her over before nodding. ‘all right, then. take what supplies you need from the station. when you’re ready, we’ll head out.’ a pause. ‘and don’t think you can steal anything.’

‘you have my word, paladin danse.’

she follows him inside.

-

‘arcjet isn’t that far away.’ his voice comes muffled through his power armor helmet. ‘just up this road.’ she pretends she doesn’t know the way.

‘so,’ alice starts. ‘what does the brotherhood of steel do?’

danse keeps up his half-jog when he answers, ‘we salvage technology. repurpose it to understand it. keep it out of the wrong hands. we protect the wasteland, much like you and your minutemen strive to do.’

‘sounds admirable,’ she pants, having to jog to keep up with him. ‘seems like a difficult job for just the three of you.’

he slows to a walk, allowing her to catch her breath. ‘once we retrieve the deep range transmitter from arcjet systems, i can contact the rest of the brotherhood.’

she nods, considering. ‘and that signal you mentioned?’

‘we narrowed it down to the area around cambridge, but haven’t been able to pinpoint its exact location.’ his grumble comes out lower through the helmet speakers. ‘i suspect it has something to do with the institute.’

‘the... institute?’

‘scientists that abuse the very power we try to protect against. the same power that brought about the great war.’

a cold chill runs up her spine. ‘sounds like bad news.’

‘indeed.’

-

arcjet systems, when they reach it, is mostly empty. she checks desks and bookcases to find them already looted. danse ushers her ahead. in the next room, bodies of broken protections, warped screws, and wires cover the floor.

‘someone took care of security for us,’ she says.

‘i don’t like it. no spent ammo casings, no blood...’

she hums. ‘laser fire?’

‘the institute and their synths,’ he confirms. she can already imagine the frown set behind that helmet.

‘what’s a synth?’ she asks as they slowly proceed down the next hallway.

‘synthetic human,’ he explains with infinite patience. ‘the institute’s favorite abuse of power. some of them near indistinguishable from another human. others...’ he braces himself against the doorway leading to another room. he gestures with his laser rifle, and she peeks into the room.

robots. plastic skeletons, all exposed wire and unfinished plastic casing, wide, yellow, unblinking eyes scanning the area. sleek, white guns in hand. the ones that took out arcjet’s security.

‘on three,’ he whispers, and begins to count down.

three, he bullrushes into the room, drawing laser fire toward him as he strafes the wall. alice fires at the synths on the upper levels, picking them off each time they poke their heads out of cover. danse finishes off those on the ground floor. the area smells like burnt plastic, after.

‘the transmitter is in the lowest level,’ he says while she inspects the body of one. ‘good work back there.’

‘you’re an excellent bullet sponge,’ she says with a grin.

they encounter more synths as they travel further into the building. the robotic voice disturbs her more than the yellow eyes. even general atomics equipped their robots with natural sounding voices, but these - the institute didn’t even try. their voices barely inflect, low and even and creepily robotic, as they taunt her and danse.

when they reach the core reactor, she can hear the awe in danse’s voice. ‘look at this place.’ he leads her down a metal catwalk and stairway. ‘scribes would have a field day in here.’

she has to agree. the catwalk spirals them around a large rocket thruster, to the bottom floor. on the other side of a window is another room with a set of terminals. alice looks up from the testing floor to the top of the room, where they’re supposed to be.

‘there has to be a way to power the elevator. check out that room. i’ll keep an eye out for any more synth patrols.’

unfortunately, the terminals lack power. alice puts her hands on her hips and sighs. she looks around. behind her, an open doorway to another room. inside, she finds another terminal, hardwired to a different power source. she hacks it easily, and finds the option to reroute power to the testing terminal.

when she returns to the other room, she watches danse, surrounded by synths swarming in from the other elevator. she yells his name, but he can’t hear her over the firefight. there’s way too many out there, at least twenty and counting. the only thing saving danse is the power armor.

she looks to the room again, to danse, keeping the synths out of the hallway leading to her, and the - the thruster. ‘hang on, paladin,’ she says, mostly to herself. she accesses the terminal in front of her and... there. initiate test fire. she hits the keys harder than she needs to and listens to the countdown as even more synths enter the room.

come on.

five long seconds later, the engine roars to life and what was once an orange flame flashes white, burning out the entire room as flames lick up the walls. she blinks to clear her vision, then looks back at the test room to silence. no synths, all ash, and - and paladin danse, kneeling near the door, unmoving.

alice runs.

‘holy shit. holy shit, paladin danse, are you all right?’

it takes him a long, agonizing moment of her thinking she’s cooked him in his power armor before he lets out a sharp exhale. ‘i’m... fine. my power armor saved me from the heat.’

‘i’m so sorry - ’

‘don’t be. it was quick thinking, and we’re both alive. let’s - ’ he rises to his feet. ‘let’s go.’

she follows him wordlessly to the now powered elevator, sweat prickling the back of her neck from the residual heat. in the top-most room, they find the transmitter and another elevator to the surface.

danse leads her back to the police station in silence.

[1dfangirls35]

Voir Dire- N.H.

A fake dating OU about contracts, soulmates, and risking it all for love.

Story Masterlist // Talk to me 

nine

Niall's way of proving his innocence came in the form of a large white envelope with two tickets to his performance at The Late Late Show with James Corden and a handwritten note inside.

Kelsey didn't open it at first, instead letting the white parchment sit burning a hole on the kitchen counter for twenty-four hours. She was still angry, she was still hurt, and she doubted anything could make the pain she was feeling disappear. 

Becca had told Kelsey about Niall's proclamation. And of course Kelsey wanted to believe it. Of course she wanted to think that this had all been a misunderstanding, and that maybe she hadn't been screwed over by a guy yet again. But the thing of it was, Niall's story seemed eerily similar to the plot of a poorly written romantic comedy. Even the weakest of skeptics would have a hard time believing Niall- and Kelsey was far from a weak skeptic.

But against all odds, something kept drawing Kelsey back to that piece of paper and its scribbled black script that was smeared slightly from Niall's left-handed strokes. She was once again holding it as Becca returned from work, chewing the nails of her free hand nervously.

"Have you made a decision yet?" Becca asked, sliding onto the loveseat across from Kelsey.

Kelsey shook her head, "It's probably not a good idea."

"Maybe not," Becca sighed, flicking her legs over the armrest of the couch. "But you have to admit you are curious. I mean you wouldn't be staring at that piece of paper if a part of you didn't want to hear his side of the story."

Kelsey let out a deep guttural sigh. "Why am I even considering it? We both know I have somewhat of a track record of getting screwed over."

"But in your track record of getting screwed over has a guy ever made the gestures Niall has to try and explain himself?" Becca argued. "Listen, Kels," she began again, sitting up and leaning forward so her eyes meet Kelsey's. "Staring at this piece of paper isn't going to make a decision for you, and quite honestly, the fact that you've been staring at that for two days straight goes to show me that you aren't quite ready to write Niall out of your life just yet. So what about this? You and I have been dying to go to a filming of The Late Late Show anyways. So we dress to the nines, we use those damn tickets, and then when we are there and you see him, you make the decision if you want to talk to him or not. If you do, that's great and if not, and you think he deserves a big old tomato on the stage instead, I'll be practicing my aim."

Kelsey let out a small chuckle at her friends comment. Becca was right though. Because as much as Kelsey tried to convince herself that this was just another man ripping apart her heart, a piece of her believed that Niall was telling the truth. She glanced down at Niall's scribbles again, running her fingers across the ink as if it would give her one final piece of information. Then, Kelsey set the envelope down on the coffee table in front of her and looked at Becca.

"Okay, we'll go."

********************

The second Kelsey stepped into the studio for the filming of The Late Late Show with James Corden, she began to wonder if this had been a huge mistake. Becca seemingly read her mind, putting a hand on her shoulder and guiding her towards their seats.

"Just say the words and we are gone," Becca whispered into Kelsey's ear as they took their seats.

Niall's tickets came with very specific instructions. After the show they were to make their way to the backstage manager and say that they were guests of Krystal. The idea of using the very person that may have ruined her relationship with Niall gave Kelsey a vile taste in the back of her throat, but if she wanted to talk to Niall, that would have to be her way in.

When Niall first appeared on stage, the crowd went wild. Well, the crowd went wild except for two girls sitting in the middle, politely clapping with a scowl on their faces. Becca had wanted to let out a dramatic boo, just to shake things up, but Kelsey had urged her not to. Mostly because she didn't want to draw attention to themselves and not because she didn't think Niall deserved it.  

Kelsey nearly forgot how captivating Niall could be at first glance. With tight navy pants and a white fitted T-shirt and navy blazer, her heart took a few more beats. Even from a distance she watched as his smile lit up the room. But then she'd think about the girl that was likely standing backstage, the girl that he never even mentioned, and the small fire inside of her would be reignited.

The show goes by quickly. Niall was his usually charming self, sending even more doubts through Kelsey's mind that maybe she simply had fallen under his spell. But, no matter how strong the urge to get out of her seats and make a run for it was, Kelsey somehow stays seated.

It's during his musical performance that she noticed that he was scanning the crowd. But with the bright lights for filming and the lack of lighting elsewhere, Kelsey doubted that Niall could even pick out her face.

Becca noticed too. "Well, someone's looking for you."

Kelsey doesn't stay anything, instead she watched as Niall's energy filled the room. The sound of his deep brooding voice entering her ears and sending shivers down her spine. She didn't want to move her body to the beat of his music, but she couldn't help it, the rhythm was hypnotic.  When Niall finished his performance, the crowd cheered and Kelsey knew she had a decision to make; go backstage and find out what all this fake girlfriend business was all about or leave now and only see Niall on the TV screen from now on. Becca didn't say anything, instead staring at her best friend's face as if she was trying to read her mind. Kelsey brought her index finger up to her teeth, gnawing on the edges of her fingernails as if somehow that was going to help her come to a decision. But Kelsey knew what decision she wanted to make already. The decision had been made the second she laid eyes on Niall again tonight. The question really was did she want to go through with it?

"Okay," Kelsey said softly. The crowds from the show beginning to make their way to the exit. "Let's hear him out."

Kelsey and Becca are surprised at the ease of which they get backstage. They showed the backstage manager their passes, told them they are with Krystal and are quickly led back towards a dressing room. 

It's her they see first. Kelsey can tell it's her even from a yard away. Her long blonde hair was stick straight behind her back. Her long legs accentuated by the tight black mini dress she wears. Kelsey wondered what she knows. 

"Your guests," the man said, grabbing Krystal's attention. Kelsey watched as Krystal's eyes followed Kelsey from head to toe, no doubt examining her competition. She gives Kelsey a half-baked smile, the kind you give when you feel obligated to but don't really want to. The kind you can see right through. 

Then he appeared, coming around the corner with his band. His conversation loud and rambunctious until he sees her. He instantly fell quiet.

Niall was surprised to see her. He didn't think she'd show. He'd hoped she would but he didn't think she would. He didn't deserve for her to show. Not when he had let her find out about Krystal from a tabloid.

The tickets were his Hail Mary. A last ditch effort in trying to mend a relationship that in just a short amount of time had come to mean a lot to him. He'd even begrudgingly involved Krystal in the whole scheme, trying to avoid any possible slip-ups of his secret.

He couldn't read her face as he approached. Her usual smile was gone, but it wasn't replaced with a face of anger. Instead, her lips formed a straight, emotionless line. He wasn't sure where he was going to start. He didn't know how he was going to explain this.  

"You came," he said as she approached him, their eyes meeting for the first time in weeks. Niall's heart fluttered at the sight of her, and though he knew she likely wasn't happy with him the fact that she was even here in the first place gave him some glimmer of hope.

"I did," Kelsey replied, keeping her face neutral.

They stared at each other for a moment, locked in a stand off. Neither wanting to start the conversation or sure of what words to say.

Niall broke the silence first, his voice laced with a hint of nervousness. "Will you come with me? I have some explaining to do."

Kelsey nodded and followed Niall's lead. He brought her to his dressing room, his name printed boldly on the door. Inside, Niall took a seat on a long black leather couch. Kelsey awkwardly seated herself opposite of him, careful to leave a safe amount of distance between them lest she be tempted by his irresistible smell.

"I'm glad you came. To hear me out." Niall said slowly, wringing his hands in his lap. He was careful not to let his eyes linger on her face for too long, lest she might disappear in front of his eyes.

When Kelsey doesn't reply right away Niall continued. "I'm sure it wasn't an easy decision for you to make."

Kelsey sighed, her face breaking from its neutral mask for a moment. "No, it wasn't."

Niall saw the pain flash across Kelsey's face. He knew he hurt her, and he wasn't the first to do so. He couldn't undo the hurt, he couldn't take away that pain or that broken trust. But he could try to make it right. He took a deep breath. "I never wanted you to find out like that, from the paps. I should have told you the second we took things further than friends. And Kelsey, you've got to believe me I wanted to tell you, but things were so good and uncomplicated And well- my life is complicated."

"So the girl from the music video?" Kelsey asked, her mind picturing the girl standing just a few feet outside the dressing room door, the one that Becca is likely having to make painful small talk with right now.

"That's Krystal. And in the eyes of the public and the media, she's my..." Niall hesitated, because saying the words outloud to Kelsey somehow made him feel more ashamed of the plot he was part of. "She's my girlfriend."

"But she's not really your girlfriend?" Kelsey's voice grows slightly more interrogative. Niall can see the distaste in her mouth as she says the word girlfriend, as if the word is poison to her lips. 

"No...she's an actress, hired by my management....it's..Do you want a drink?" Niall stood suddenly, running his now sweaty palms down the front of his trousers. He bounced around the room in an effort to combat the awkwardness that had befallen them. He needed something, anything to make this go down smoother.

"I think that'd be good," Kelsey replied, and for the first time since he's laid eyes on her tonight, Niall swore he can see the beginnings of a smile.

The only thing stocked in the dressing room mini fridge is a bottle of Jameson whiskey. Niall finds two glasses and sets them on the coffee table in front of them. Pouring out two large glasses, before bringing the stiff liquid to his lips and down his throat.

"The thing about the entertainment industry, is it's all about appearances. Who you are seen with, who you are wearing, who you are marketing yourself as. Before each album release, the record label sits down and tells me what kind of promo I will have to do, and what kind of image they want to sell. And so this year when I sat down they told me, 'Niall, this album is all about love, so this year you are going to be a man in love.' " Niall laughed to himself at the memory, at the pure irony that in assigning him someone to love he may have just ruined his chances with someone who he actually could love.

"I didn't want it. I've always prided myself on being honest and open with my fans, and everyone in my life. I'm a what you see is what you get kinda man. But then they sat my contract in front of me, and I didn't have a choice."

"But it's your music Niall, how can you not have a choice?" Kelsey interrupted. She sees where his going with this. That this was all some plot to promote his music. But was he really just a puppet to the record label?

Niall could tell Kelsey still didn't understand the gravity of the situation. The consequences it would have had on his career had he say no. He looked her straight in the eyes. "These are powerful people Kelsey. You can't just screw off one part of the music industry, they're all connected in someway or another. And I love my music, I love making music. And so I figured this one small sacrifice in my character wouldn't matter in the long run. And so they hired Krystal."

Kelsey didn't say anything, instead swirling the whiskey in her glass and watching it stick to the edges.

"What I didn't expect to do was meet you Kelsey." Niall's voice softened.

Kelsey sets down her glass on the table. "But why didn't you tell me Niall. If this is all for show why didn't you just warn me?" Her voice raised. Because this is really all what it came down to wasn't it. It wasn't that it mattered if Niall was in some PR relationship, it wasn't that he had not stood up to his label, it was the fact that he didn't even given her the smallest of warnings that there was something more complicated going on.

"I wanted to tell you. I just didn't know how." Niall trailed off. He thinks of all the times the words almost slipped off of his tongue, all the excuses that he'd given himself as to why it hadn't been the right time. And look where it had gotten him.

"And I guess a part of me was worried that when I told you you'd bolt. These people, my management, they aren't people to mess with. Make them angry and they can do some damage. I wanted to protect you from that. I didn't want to drag you into my lifestyle anymore than I already have."

"That wasn't for you to decide Niall."

"I see that now and I'm sorry." Niall's eyes pleaded with Kelsey, regret entwined within the blue irises. Niall looked at Kelsey, the girl who somehow captivated him in every way. The girl who he couldn't keep his mind off of. The girl who he may have slowly been falling for. He didn't want to lose her. He didn't want to give this up. 

"Can we start this over maybe? This time without all the secrets?"

Kelsey bit her lip. She believed Niall she really did. And she liked him, oh man did she like him. But was it worth all the stress? All the sneaking around? All the possible consequences should someone find out?

"I know I've broken your trust. And I know you've been hurt in the past. So it doesn't have to be today, or tomorrow or even next week. But I'd like to start fresh," Niall continued.

Kelsey took a deep breath in. Maybe starting from the beginning wouldn't be such a bad thing. Maybe that's what they needed. No clubs and taxis and one night stands. A new beginning where everything was on the table. "Okay."

Kelsey watched as relief flooded Niall's face.

"I'm Niall," he said suddenly, holding out a hand for her to shake. She laughs at the formality of it, because even on that first night in the bar she wasn't sure they'd been formally introduced.

"Kelsey," her hand met Niall's and she felt that familiar spark from his touch.

"Nice to meet ya Kelsey. Can I treat ya to a drink?" Niall asked with a wink.

Tags: @awomanindeniall @ihearthemcallingforyou @niall-is-my-dream

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A/N:Thank you so much for reading Voir Dire! I know its been a while since I've updated and I'm just going to warn you that from now on I'm not sure how regular my updates will be, as I'm about to start clinical rotations...eek. I appreciate your patience, and hope I can continue telling Niall and Kelsey's story soon!

[quillreflections]

Title: Stadium Arcadium

Chapter: 3

Series: Yugioh Zexal

Pairing: Kite/reader

Stranger things have happened, both before and after noon.

A few days later, you're standing back in the- the laboratory, the experimental facility, whatever it is that they keep bringing Hart to. You've got your hands to the glass of the window and are gritting your teeth so hard that your jaw hurts. In front of you, Hart is on the other side of the glass, writhing as his own energy overwhelms him. Behind you, Nistro's positioned his very solid form in front of the door; they're not going to let you burst through again to stop this. They insist it'll be beneficial eventually.

As soon as Hart's "treatment" is over, Nistro steps aside and lets you go get the boy. You've only been employed here for a few days, but the situation already feels like it's emotionally ruining you; when you pick up Hart and he clings to you, sobs racking his tiny body, you're astonished at how small and frail he really is. How vulnerable.

On your way back towards the elevator, you pass Dextra emerging from the observation room. Your eyes meet.

". . . how can they do this to a child?" Your voice is quiet. Her stoic face softens at your concern.

"I'll admit, it takes a long time to stop. . . reacting badly. I know it's difficult to watch. But," she hesitates; Kite still hasn't explained anything to you, so she doesn't want to overstep her bounds, "if we don't do things like this to release that excess energy, it will build up, and he could end up very dangerous."

Your eyes wander down to the small child in your arms. After watching this, you definitely understand how he could be dangerous- but he's not malicious. You're sure of that now.

You just hum in response and take Hart upstairs.

☆☆☆☆☆

As you've come to expect after several days of this, Hart sleeps hard once you take him back to his room. You pull his covers up around him, and grab the one stuffed animal he owns- a small patchwork rabbit that looks about as old as he is- and lay it next to him.

You step quietly over to the door, although you're pretty sure the end of the world wouldn't wake him now, he's so exhausted; when you turn around to look at his room once more, you make note of how dark it is. The windows are already tinted, but he's also got light-blocking curtains and no nightlights. . .

It doesn't look like a child's room.

You shut the door silently.

Padding back out to the living room, you sink onto the couch with a heavy sigh. You stare out the window at the gorgeous view of Heartland City, but it doesn't register; your mind is intensely focused on the weight of what you've been witnessing.

Was treating Hart like this really going to help him eventually? It pained you to watch him going through that supposed treatment every day- and if it hurt you so badly, after only knowing this child for such a brief period of time, you could only imagine how Kite felt.

And Heartland. . . you'd always known the system as some kind of benign entity, even generous at points. Mr. Heartland himself had taken good care of your parents while they were under his employ, and he'd just helped you in such a tremendous way. . . seeing this brutality shook you in more ways you'd like to admit.

Your eyes slide shut as you think about your parents. Your mother, in the hospital. Your father, in prison. You wonder if he'd known about this.

You sigh again before opening your eyes and raising your head. Hart would sleep for hours, if not until Kite came home late this evening; nobody else ever came up just to check on how the two of you were doing, so you had the rest of the day to yourself.

Time to really get to work.

After checking in on Hart once more, to be sure he was asleep, you ducked into the elevator and activated your staff d-pad. It came with detailed maps of various official Heartland facilities; you pulled up the tower maps and examined them for a bit. You'd been in one of the security offices, that's where you'd spoken with Mr. Heartland; the testing room was a few floors above that; ah, listed twenty floors down from Tenjo's penthouse, exactly what you wanted. A records room.

As you input the room access code into the elevator control panel, you smile to yourself. This was just to satisfy your curiosity; you know, if information's being withheld, there's a reason for it. But still, human nature gnaws at you.

When the elevator doors whoosh open and you step out, second thoughts begin creeping up on you.

The records room isn't like the rest of the tower. Most of Heartland's official buildings are outfitted with the most advanced technology available, and streamlined and designed to be both visibly pleasing and effortless to use. But this. . .

In the dim light, you can see endless rows of shelves, extending far past the edge of your vision; they tower over your minuscule form, and seem so old that they might topple any moment, taking everything else with them. You run your hand over the wall by the entrance- no switches whatsoever. The only light you'll be getting comes from the old lamps, hanging dozens of feet above the floor. They seem older than you are, and they cast light in dim half-moons, leaving large portions of space in eerie darkness. When you take a single step, the noise echoes from one end of the room to the other, sounding like it travels forever.

Wow, are you really curious enough to go digging through all this?

You pull your d-pad back out, using the screen light to illuminate the immediate area. Pasted on the wall by the door is a list, presumably of each shelf and its contents. You run a finger down the list, not knowing what the hell you're even doing here.

"'Case number 82649-B?'" Half the list is jumbled terms like that. "Photonic technology? Xyz suppression?" You keep scanning. ". . . Tenjo! Tenjo, Hart; aisle 37-C." You mutter to yourself to break the soul-crushing silence and then start walking. Such good luck, there being an entire section on the kid in the first place you check! You can only hope it holds something useful.

Your d-pad screen glows a cold blue color, almost unnerving you further. Aisle 34. . . 35. . . there it is, 37! The reverberations of your footsteps sync up with the beating of your heart. The shelves are also labeled by subject. . . there it is, the section with Hart's name.

Approaching it, you realize how damn odd this is. You barely know the kid, and his brother hardly speaks to you either; why do you feel so driven to finding out what's going on? The only things on the shelf are a binder, stuffed full of so many papers that they're spilling out, and what looks like a scrapbook. You reach for the binder first.

They'd probably know somehow if you removed the materials from the room, so you sink down to the floor instead, and begin reading by the cold light of your d-pad. Maybe you can take pictures of these pages to read later. . .

When you open the binder, your heart sinks a bit. It's much more technical than you'd hoped for; you were looking for things in layman's terms, but this was clearly all very detailed scientific information. Not something you could understand in a day. You decide that taking pictures would be better, because then you could keep track of this to research later.

While flipping through and taking snapshots of everything, some very specific notations caught your eye. One set of pages discussed something about photons- hadn't there been a section for that further back in the archives? And scrawled here in the margins of notes on Xyz monsters were thoughts about antimatter, and different forms of energy- this stuff is wild.

Once you've checked that the pictures are clear enough to read, you replace the binder on the shelf, and then the scrapbook next to it catches your eye; your hand hovers over it, but you hesitate. It. . . feels more intrusive to look through a scrapbook than it does various medical reports and studies. You decide against it.

Since you'd come all the way down here, you feel compelled to explore a bit more- but the space is so absolutely eerie that you don't want to do it for long, lest something inexplicable crawl out of the dark. You quickly pace the aisles up and down on your way back to the entrance. A big section on extra deck research. . . these files are labelled as having been transferred from the Kaiba Corporation. . . one small section, at the bottom of a shelf, catches your eye. Even though that particular block is immersed in almost complete darkness, something is gleaming-? You kneel down to pick it up, and when you touch it, some kind of excitement begins pulsing through you.

It's a blank card. You turn it over in your hands; although there's nothing on the front, the back is printed with the typical Duel Monsters design, so you can also assume it's a defect card that someone dropped. Still, the energy rushing through you as you hold it in your hand- for whatever reason, you tuck it into your deckbox. Then your eyes wander to the notebooks the blank card had been sticking out of. These notebooks and files look much newer than everything else you've passed, and across their spines in large print is NUMBERS.

Math has never been your strong suit, but given the oddities of the records kept here, you decide to crack one of them open anyways.

It's not a math book. It's apparently research notes on specific Xyz monsters- your eyes roam the pages quickly, because you suddenly feel like you shouldn't be looking at this. Number cards? Possession? Real damage? Souls. . . ?

A chill runs through you, ice suddenly pulsing through your veins. Maybe you should take pictures of this too.

After that, you didn't feel like exploring anymore.

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It had been daylight when you went down to the archives, but as the elevator opens back into the top of the tower, you're greeted with the sight of Heartland's evening lights trying to outshine the stars. Had you really been down there that long?

Your stomach growls, reminding you that you haven't eaten yet. It's a bit late to make a full-on dinner, so you start assembling sandwiches instead. While you're working in the kitchen, you hear small feet stumbling into the room; you look over your shoulder, and there's Hart, rubbing his eyes as he climbs into his favorite chair. You smile at him.

"I'm glad to see you're awake, Hart! Are you. . . feeling alright now?"

He nods at you before looking out the window. You'd quickly learned that he didn't like talking about it. In his reflection, you can see his golden eyes narrow at something.

"My brother says you live on the other side of the wall."

You finish slicing the tomato and add a few pieces to the sandwich you've prepared for him. "I do! My family has always lived on the outer city." You set his sandwich on the table, and then take a seat across from him to dig into your own. Hart just stares at his food.

"I've never been on the other side of the wall." He looks up at you, and his gaze is, as always, troublingly un-childlike. "Are things different on that side?"

You shrug. "The biggest difference is that there's not that many city officials around; it's not like the outer city is some lawless mess, but you don't have twelve people breathing down your neck whenever you mix up the trash and recycling bins." You chuckle a bit, but Hart stays quiet.

From the living room, you hear the telling sound of the elevator's electronic whirring; sure enough, Kite steps into the kitchen after a moment, his stone face melting into a smile at the sight of his younger brother. He crosses the kitchen in a smooth motion, kneeling down next to the child.

"Hart! I'm glad I got to see you before you went to bed." His brother reaches out, and Kite scoops Hart up into his arms. Hart wraps his own arms around his brother in a hug.

"I'm glad you're home early, Kite. Will you look at my homework?"

As the two brothers get lost in one of their now-rare moments together, you smile to yourself and continue with your dinner. Kite may be cold to you, but it's nice to know he really does care for this child who's growing on you, too.

You wait around until after Kite has taken his brother back to bed. The older Tenjo returns to the kitchen a different man; he doesn't smile at you, and his eyes have hardened again. He does, however, accept the plate you hand him without complaint. It's a small victory, but a victory nonetheless.

He sits across from you at the table, and you sit quietly as he eats. He catches you staring at him.

". . . what do you want?"

You blush, not really sure how to ask. He seems like he'd say no to anything you ever suggested.

"I was thinking," you start carefully, folding your hands in your lap and trying to seem as respectful as possible. "Hart is still a growing boy, despite his. . . illness." Kite nods, so you continue.

"I don't think it's good for him to be so cooped up in here- the only change in scenery he gets is going with Dextra and Nistro, and that's not what a little boy needs. He needs to go out and play, Mr. Tenjo." Kite hasn't stopped you yet, so you take a deep breath before finally getting to the point.

"I'd like to take him outside soon."

To your surprise, Kite shrugs easily. "That's fine."

You stare at him for a moment, and he smirks a bit at your speechlessness. "You probably can't picture me ever not being like this, but Hart and I used to live out in the country." He reaches for his drink and takes a swig. "I agree with you, he needs the chance to be a child."

His eyes had softened for a moment, but when he looks back up at you, that emotion is buried. "I'll go with you, though. I can't just let you up and take my brother somewhere."

You nod in relief, having expected much tougher restrictions, if not an outright rejection. "I understand, Mr. Tenjo. Thank you for this opportunity."

Kite sighs. "Don't call me that. It sounds weird. But-" he interrupts your next sentence, "don't take that any other way, either. I still don't totally like this all. I just don't like that more."

You smile at him anyways.

"Thanks, Kite."

[reignsrkive]

𝔅𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔡 𝔖𝔱𝔞𝔦𝔫𝔢𝔡.

 [𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔩/𝔡𝔢𝔳𝔦𝔩 𝔥𝔲𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔵 𝔡𝔢𝔳𝔦𝔩 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔯 𝔞𝔲]

Jung Hoseok x female reader

Genre: Angst, Smut.

Word Count: 7k

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Strong language, graphic gore, sexual descriptions.

Description: Bloodstained wings, bloodstained hands, and bloodstained memories. The triad of misery, infamy, and death. Little did they know that even if the two sides were considered polar opposites, they weren’t that much different after all. It was until the two met, the sharp edge of wood almost penetrating her heart, that the truth got out and keeping secrets wasn’t just a tactic anymore. It was vital.

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§ The wind flirted with her jet black hair, swaying between her short wavy locks that fell only a little past her heavy shoulders. Her hips moved along with her feet, her height not that great, but her dominance and confidence could be felt within even a bigger distance. Everyone’s eyes were always on her, wherever she passed from. People would look at her in admiration, infatuation but fear and hatred as well, as she came back from her missions to report to Azazer.

She gave people confident glares, reaching the area in which her uncle sat at this time of day- at night. She threw the man in all black that she held from his wrists in front of Azazer, the stranger already marked by her, blood dripping from his lips and under his eye from a cut she had made herself with her boot. “Angel. All yours” She replied harshly.

“Well, what do we have here?” Azazer stood up from his seat to inspect the wounded angel. He kneeled down in front of him and made him look at his eyes by tilting his head up with his index fingers, as his eyes turned a bright yellow, making the angel reveal its white wings. “Where did you find him?”

“He was inside. One of your incapable guards apparently didn’t notice a man in all black come in, sometime in the day. Maybe you should be careful who you assign jobs to. You’re already bad at your own job, at least hire people that will create a good image for you” You said, your tone cold and monotone as you felt no shame at the way you talked to your own relative. At the end of the day, he deserved it and it was nothing new to anyone, nothing the other demons didn’t know already. Nevertheless, in comparison to you, they felt too much fear to go against him.

You didn’t. There was nothing he could do to stop you. Sure, he could kill you just like he did to your parents for being “insurgents”. But he knew better than to ruin his legacy. You were that. After him, you would be the one to take his place. He knew nobody could do a better job than him, besides you. If he killed you, hell would literally become hell in all of its glory and anarchy would be the only word known between the demons, devils and every other demonic creature there was. “I found him ready to inject some kind of drug to one of your trusted- angels thinking that all of us dress in all black is ridiculous. Thought they were smarter than this”

“He was a spy” You added. “I got him to confess. So go ahead and kill him, just like you do to every one of the angels we find, instead of getting them to confess shit” You said ironically with a cold smile and watched him slaughter the spy with his sharp nails, cutting his throat with one swift move. The lifeless body fell to the ground with a thud and the white wings got stained with the crimson red blood, their whiteness getting less and less bright as the power they held faded away entirely. You turned around expressionless, ready to move on before he stopped you.

“Y/n,” He said. “Good job. You’re making me proud. Come to my office tomorrow morning. There’s something we need to talk about”

You rolled your eyes and walked away, your steps barely audible. You walked towards your den- as they liked to call them just for show-, which was a simple apartment. They did everything for show. You shook your head and noticed the presence of a taller figure walking beside you all of a sudden, but you felt at ease at him beside you. “You’re going to get yourself in trouble”

“So? What will he do? Torture me is all he can do or take away my rights- but he knows he can’t do that because it will be no use. He can torture me and mark me as much as he wants, I don’t give a shit” I shrugged. “He’s already marked my insides, the rest is nothing”

Yoongi rolled his eyes at your stubbornness and nudged your shoulder, trying to lighten up the mood and get the tension out of you. “You should get a boyfriend, a girlfriend, something. Hell, let it be a human. Again”

“You’re really going to bring that up? It’s not my fault they fall in love with me! And in my defense, he was hot. So was the girl I had to taunt a couple of months ago” You said with a small laugh as you opened the door to your apartment and let Yoongi inside before locking twice. “It’s just humans- they forget. You know they were just flings if I want a human I get deported and my power is taken away. The human life is not for me”

Yoongi laughed and nodded. “My girlfriend is great. I suggest you get someone to calm you down because I can’t be that person anymore”

“I don’t need anyone. I need to get Azazer to realize he’s ruining each and every one of our statutes, along with our moral values. This is why demons have been misunderstood and looked at as entirely evil. Our job is to keep the evil in the world at a level that it doesn’t get out of hand. We are assigned to taunt people and test them, to be their devils for a period of time in order to give them experiences that actually help them go on with their lives. But no- Azazer thinks just because the myths humans have written about us make us look evil and as lovers of death, we should be that. Just because he is a psychopath, doesn’t mean we all have to be” You ranted, completely in rage.

“Can’t we just kill him?” Yoongi groaned.

“We both know that if it was that simple, my parents would have done it already,” You said. “But sure, god forbid being actually fair. Sure- my dad shouldn’t have fallen in love with an angel, but she wasn’t an enemy. She actually wanted to help!”

“Hey, I need to go- Azazer has me on some new person tomorrow. We’ll talk? In the meantime, don’t burn anyone alive just because you’re mad” He said with an amused smile.

You raised an eyebrow at him. “Sure, idiot. I can’t believe this is my best friend. Go get laid, we both know these are excuses”

“We gotta do what we gotta do to survive” He shrugged with a smirk and with a snap of his fingers, he disappeared from your apartment.

The air felt chillier than usual, tingles running down your spine as you got out of the scorching shower and let fresh clothes slip on your tan skin. You brushed your hair in the mirror, your blue eyes reflecting with a shine from your anger, a slight red hue to them from your raging emotions. For a single second, you spotted a small dot of light behind you, as if your eyes twitched and played games with you. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion but shook your head anyway. 

The atmosphere seemed different than usual; even if your door and windows were locked just like always, there was some sort of energy emitting into the room that was both friendly and lethal at the same time. You scanned your bedroom, your eyes turning grey as you did so, but there was no sign of anything or anyone hidden around you. You gulped down some water, trying to forget it- It’s probably the built up rage that is tripping you out.

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§ You barged into Azazer’s office as if it was no big deal, your audacity as big as your ego, but also your right to act as you wanted towards him. “What do you want now?”

He laughed lightly and gestured to his trusted assistant to leave the office, letting you have your peace- if there was any left. “Good morning to you too, dear niece”

“It’s future Mistress to you, but whatever floats your boat before you say your last words I guess” You faked a smile and it dropped immediately as soon as he laughed. “It’s funny to you?”

“Yes, it is actually. How a little girl like you thinks she can take me down. Ah, just like your father. I must admit my brother was capable and strong- though too emotionally driven. You on the other hand; you’re heartless. We all know by now, but you lack evil in you” He said.

You raised an eyebrow at him and clapped your hands together, making him start choking. He tried to breathe but failed as you applied pressure onto his throat. He reached out for his glass of water, but you clapped twice and made it stop. “Be careful who you underestimate Azazer. Now tell me who you need me to kill so that I don’t have to breathe the same filthy air as you”

“I want you to be sent into Heaven and-”

“Not a chance” You laughed before he could even finish his sentence.

“You’ll be sent to Heaven as a messenger from one of their departments from Earth. You will be sent as one of their trusted humans. All I want you to do is bring me Ion, alive and well” He said. “Since you believe you’re all mighty and brave, it should be easy for you. I’m giving you three days”

“You want me to act human? Seriously? If I’m going to go in, I’ll probably be monitored by someone” I said.

“Exactly. You know you’re the best for this job. So, be useful for once” He shrugged and sat down on his seat. “Three days. Chris will be with you”

You shook your head and groaned. “Fine. Three days you say? Three days it is” You got out of the office and walked to your apartment, well aware that Chris was walking behind you, monitoring every movement of yours, knowing he had to be cautious and report you the moment you do anything suspicious. You opened the door and got inside, turning around to him as soon as you closed it. “Have anything for me?”

“Clothes are on your bed,” He said firmly. 

You knew for a fact that the moment you stepped inside to change, he would come with you since Azazer was that much of a dick- thinking you might pull an act in there alone. So you did, and the motherfucking creep kept eyeing you up and down. As soon as you were disguised, wearing all brighter colors of clothing, your makeup way different, just like your perfume, you started your way towards the gates, a long journey ahead. 

You weren’t going to just sit in a car with this asshole, but you knew exactly how to take him down. As you were a few minutes away from reaching the gates, you cleared your throat and let out a flirty sigh. “Chris...”

“What?” He asked harshly.

“We should take a break before we go. I’m kind of nervous- in need of a distraction. You and I used to work together. Remember all those parties we had fun at too? You always wanted something from me, but I never gave it to you... Maybe I should give you a chance. You know, for courage” You said.

He raised an eyebrow and pulled over, turning around to look at you. “If this is your way of going against Azazer again I-”

You stopped him by having your hand sneak its way on his thigh and on his crotch, starting to stroke on it, your lips next to his ear, your hot breath fanning his face. “Oh come on... You’ve even told me once when you were drunk, that you wanted to fuck me so much I forget the dominance I put on as a show, right? Let’s see if it’s all an act, Chris. You know you want this”

He cursed under his breath and turned around to kiss you. You felt your body tense up at the awful feel of his dirty lips onto yours but had to do it anyway. You knew all of the high-class demons by heart and manipulating them was just a piece of cake. You pulled away from the kiss and kissed him behind his ear, making him moan from how you touched him, only to take all of that pleasure away in one move. Your teeth got sharper at your command and you opened your mouth, taking his ear in and biting it off entirely. The blood trickled down his head, some of it on your own clothes as he screamed in pain.

You opened the window and spat his ear to the ground, spitting the blood out as well, as you let your claws come out of your usual nail length. You forced them into his chest, piercing into his heart, the darkness in his eyes fading away fast. You took your hand out and cringed at the almost black color of his blood, in comparison to the crimson red hue of an angel’s. You took the water bottle from the middle of the car and cleaned your mouth, spitting the water out. You quickly got out of the car and snapped your fingers, knowing it now must be on fire in some dessert. You rolled your eyes at how easy it was for you to get what you wanted- maybe this was your chance to win.

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§ You had changed into a better set of clothes as you had already passed your security check from the guards. You were quickly sent to the office of Ion, your target. Ion was just like Azazer. He was what Azazer was for Hell. A leader, a representative and he who decided how things happened. It was a fact that he was a way better one than Azazer, but from your countless missions, you knew that he wasn’t as good as everyone thought. Angels were always shown as good, as those who brought light, happiness, peace. The truth is, their white wings were in fact red. Stained from the blood they had shed of others, trying to get their way. They were just as manipulative as demons and devils, if not even more.

You smiled as a blonde secretary in a white dress took you to Ion, his stance dominant just like yours was. Nevertheless, you were careful at how much confidence you showed. You needed to show the good part of it, the part of it that would, in fact, show him he can trust you with whatever he thinks you are helping with down on earth. “Y/n,”

“Mr. Ion” You smiled back at him. “So great to finally be here with you. Was about time we met”

“Indeed. I’ve heard a lot of things about you” He said. “Since today is just bad timing and my day is busy, I’m going to skip everything that you already know and introduce you to your guide, that will be here with you. Hoseok, come on in” He said and his eyes focused behind you. 

You never thought angels truly appeared like this. As if they emitted light into a room, as if their smile could charm you the moment you saw it and their eyes made you feel warm and secure. At the same time, something was bugging you at the back of your stomach, your gut screaming at you that there was something about him that felt off. “Ah, finally. This is the Y/N”

“And you must be my guide?” You asked, holding your hand out for him to shake. He smirked lightly and shook your hand, the feeling sending small sparks onto your skin.

“Hoseok. Jung Hoseok. Your personal angel in command” He said. “Ion, they are asking for you already. You should go, I’ve got it from here on”

Ion nodded before greeting you once more and the door behind him closed. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion as you turned around, pressure being put onto your chest. You looked down at your chest to see a piece of wood, its point sharp and lethal, being pressed against your heart, your white dress stained with a small dot of blood, that got bigger as more pressure was put onto it. You looked up at Hoseok, hissing in pain, feeling unable to use your powers. With his face inches away from you, his eyes sparkled in a way that you have never seen before in anyone.

“Now it’s just you and me”

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§ You gritted your teeth and locked your jaw in place as Hoseok’s firm arm rested against your neck, blocking your airway partially, the stain of blood on your chest getting bigger as he kept applying pressure, just enough for it to hurt you. His eyes were a dark brown, so dark his irises were barely distinguished. You struggled to keep yours their normal ocean blue colour, trying to keep playing your human character. “Y/n... You think you’re really getting away with something like this?” “I don’t understand. Do I know you?” You asked, raising an eyebrow. “I’m pretty sure you’re trying to pierce through my heart” “Yet you’re showing no sign of pain,” He said. “You’re good at this, aren’t you? You fooled too many people already, but little do you know” “What exactly are you trying to say here, Hoseok?” “You think I wouldn’t know you? The y/n? I’m not just some angel, babe. I’m more than that. You know how you are one of the greatest in Hell? Consider me your equal in Heaven” He said. “I don’t-” “If you keep putting on the act of being human, save it for someone who will actually believe you. I’m sorry to tell you that that’s not me” He said, his voice harsh but smooth as honey at the same time. His voice brought the image of a soft hue of blue in your head- just like the colour of the morning sky, mixed with a deep fiery red- reminding you of the blood that trickled down the angel’s slaughtered neck that had intruded Heaven only yesterday, painting a purple forest of intricate flowers and broken pieces of wood, mixed with the smell of pain and blood in your own, already colourful mind. The silence lasted for mere seconds, but the way you focused on each other’s eyes, how your gazes were set trying to unravel all you were thinking of, made your skin tingle and a blaze of fire go through your body. “Who are you?” You asked. He smirked widely and all of the pressure was lifted off of your body, as he pulled away, taking the sharpened piece of wood out of your chest and making it disappear with one snap of the fingers. You gasped at the loss of the feeling and breathed out for air, your eyes never leaving him as he walked towards the chair of Ion’s desk, sitting down as if it was his. He crossed his legs and rested his arms on each side of the spinning chair, the smirk still present on his pink lips. “I am glad you finally asked. I know you’re smart, strikes me to see you get so stuck in front of me. Jung Hoseok. Angel. But also devil hunter. Specially assigned to monitor you. A high-class devil, going around and killing people, taking away their powers. Biting off ears?” He raised an eyebrow at you.

“So you monitored all of my moves?” You raised an eyebrow back. “What did you expect me to do, bite his dick off? He’s like Azazer’s pet, he’d do anything he asked him to. I couldn’t come here on a mission and have him bothering me and possibly even making me fail it” 

He chuckled a little and nodded. “Right. Maybe we should go somewhere more private to talk about our intentions”

“Our intentions?” You asked crossing your arms across your chest.

“You will understand as soon as I tell you. Don’t be impatient. You might be independent and dominant, but so am I” He said. “Let’s go. We’ll have to teleport, we can’t have you walking around with a blood-stained dress, or with that evil look in your eyes. Not everyone is as smart as I am, but you can’t even hide your lack of emotion”

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§ You looked around, knowing he has taken you to what seemed to be his apartment. It looked clean, but also very fun. Interesting. Besides how intriguing he seemed to you, his apartment felt warm, almost welcoming even to you. If these were going to be your last days here, you might as well make them count. You didn’t know what exactly his intentions were yet. “So are you going to tell me if you want to kill me or not?”

He let out a chuckle and walked to his kitchen, but you stayed there. “I’m not going to follow you”

“If you want to know, I advise you to come with me. Your choice” He said.

You raised an eyebrow and crossed your arms in front of your chest. You waited for him to come back with an annoyed expression on your face. You weren’t going to do as he told you, you would stand your ground and show him that you can fight back, whatever he wanted from you. He came back with a laugh and shook his head at you as he stood in front of you. his height hovering over you. “If that’s what you want”

“How long have you been stalking me for?” You asked him.

“The proper name is monitoring, but call it what you want. Not that long, but long enough to know your ways. You really are something else, aren’t you? People are not that wrong about how you are one of the most heartless devils there are. But somehow even if heartless, you spare lives and you’re fair. Strikes me. You’re just like your father. Your mother was more feeling dominated” He said, crossing his own arms in front of his chest.

“Do you really think you have the right to talk about my parents?” You asked him. “You want something from me. If you wanted to kill me, you would have done it already, you wouldn’t have brought me here. Aren’t you breaking rules if you were assigned to kill me? You’re a devil hunter, you kill us”

“You weren’t assigned to me by a superior,” He said, putting his hands in his pockets. “I assigned you to myself. And you’re right, I do want something from you. I don’t like you but, you could be a lot of help”

“Good to know that feelings are mutual,” You said, coldly. “How could I help? You’re planning to kill Ion or something?”

“Not just Ion. Azazer too” He said.

You raised your eyebrows at him, thinking he was dumb to make thoughts like those and let out a hearty laugh. “Ah, good one Hoseok. Your expectations are really high, but I guess we can all dream. And who are you even to be able to do that and seek for my help?”

“I’m the leader of a very strong group of people,” He said. “Including some of yours. It might come off as a surprise, but most demons and devils hate Azazer’s guts. It’s the group your own parents had made”

“The what?” You asked, your lips parted. “My parents didn’t-”

“Your parents had a group. You were just too young for them to tell you. They assigned it to my family and my mother eventually gave the leadership to me, thinking I was fitting for the position more than she is. The group had died down and was forgotten until a few months ago when I brought it back. It’s going great, but we need more than just half of our populations combined to kill both of them. We need you” He looked into your eyes, waiting for a response at his words.

You took in a deep breath and nodded. “And what makes you think I believe all you said? You could be pulling all of that crap right out of your ass for all I know, and using my parents against me” You pointed out.

“Because you wouldn’t care if it was your parents’ plan or not. You hate both of them, you want them dead and you want to take Azazer’s place. I seek peace between us and for both of our jobs to be done properly. You seek justice. That goes well together, don’t you think?” He asked you.

“Sure they do. But do you have any plans? Because you act so mighty in front of me, do you actually know what it takes to kill a Hell Master? It’s not that simple. You literally need to take their heart out and burn it in the Golden Goblet” You said.

“I know” He nodded. “That’s why I need you to help me”

“You need me?” You raised an eyebrow at him.

“I do need you too. Not just the others. I might be strong, but having someone equally as strong beside me is vital. We both want to win. So why not just help me, y/n?” He asked, the distance between the two of you less than what you remembered it to be.

You looked up at him, keeping your stance as dominant as possible over his, which was overpowering. You felt it in your whole body, how powerful he was, how he could actually even manipulate you if you let him. “Fine. I’ll help you”

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§ “You can stay with me for these three days,” He said, walking to his kitchen again. This time, you followed behind. Without having to ask, he poured you a cold glass of water and offered it to you, leaving it on the table. “Ion wanted to get you a guest room in his mansion, but I didn’t trust that knowing you might agree to work with me. So I offered”

“I don’t need to stay here. You obviously hate my guts, so why have to deal with me more than just when we work together?” You asked him.

“I think I can take three days of you” He smirked. “I followed you around for many more than that. I know you by now, maybe better than your own best friend” He said, taking out things from his fridge. “Hungry?”

“Sure” You shrugged. “So what exactly do you know then? If you think so highly of yourself that you are knowledgeable of me”

“This Yoongi guy. What’s he to you?” He asked, his eyes not meeting yours for even a single second.

“What is that kind of information to you?” You asked him, intrigued.

He looked at you and raised an eyebrow. “I might know a thing or two. I’m curious. I need to start liking you if we’re going to spend time together. It’s not going to be just these three days”

“It is going to be just these days. After we’re done, you and I go off to Hell and Heaven and never meet again. Simple” You said. “He’s just a special friend of mine”

“Special” He laughed lightly. “Fucking around with someone qualifies them as a special person in your life then?”

“It’s not just that. He was there and he stayed there, in comparison to other people in my life that were ungrateful. He never left and he’s still beside me. That makes him special. The rest doesn’t matter. It was all emotionless, just a getaway. So you have no right to judge that and question it to me. You’ve never just fucked around? I bet you’re the kind to have relationships, but I also bet you have been like that” You told him.

“I’m not judging you” He shook his head, as he cut tomatoes to make a simple pasta with homemade tomato sauce. “And I haven’t had many relationships anyway. Just two and only one mattered”

“Ongoing I suppose? Does your girlfriend support you?” You asked him.

“My girlfriend is dead,” He said, his words harsh and cold as if he just closed a door in your face and shut you off from his heart.

You sat on the counter next to him, making him raise an eyebrow at you. “From what?”

“Killed. By one of yours” He said.

Your lips parted to speak, but there were no words that would be enough for him to make him like you. Although this had nothing to do with you, you felt as if he hated you for this exact reason. And somehow, a part of you wanted for him to at least find you tolerable if not pleasant. “Did she do anything?”

“Yeah,” He said. “She cheated on me on a mission in Hell. Isn’t that enough of a crime?” He laughed, his laugh dark and full of hurt. “But she failed her mission and got caught the moment she was going to steal some documents. She wasn’t exactly made for those kinds of missions. Or any missions. She was calm. Angelic in all of its meanings”

You bit your lip and got off the counter, feeling a wave of pressure and tension between your bodies and the atmosphere lingering in the air. “Would it be okay with you if I took a shower? I suppose my luggage is probably here already”

“Yeah, go ahead,” He said. “End of the hall. You’re going to be sleeping in my room. Probably one of greatest mistakes, but I might die in this plan anyway. So who’s it going to hurt if I let you in huh?”

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§ The hot water run down your skin like the clear water that runs in rivers, between harsh and sharp rocks, giving it a gentle touch between the cruel reality. Your lips parted as you let your head fall back and the drops of refreshing and calming liquid caress your face. You took in steady breaths, the thoughts in your head trying to drive you insane. What was going to happen was big and maybe the person you chose to do it with wasn’t the best. You didn’t even know the guy, so why did you even agree? Why didn’t you give it time?

You couldn’t. The truth was that you had to do something now if you wanted to win and not be a slave of your own uncle for the rest of your life- and not only you but many more innocent devils and demons. If three days passed and you didn’t bring him Ion, he would have you executed for all you knew. Everyone always thought he would never kill you because you are useful to him. You are indeed a precious belonging for him, but he has changed to the worst. He has no mercy any longer, killing people in front of huge crowds with no concern over the younger ones.

The handle screeched a little as you turned it around to stop the water from running any longer and you stepped out of the shower, wrapping a clean white towel around your naked body, the cloth hugging your curves. You put on a new set of underwear and pants, pulling a tank top over your head, to hear rustling behind you. You turned around as you pulled it down and saw Hoseok leaning on the door frame, his legs crossed just like his arms, his eyes fixated on your figure and then your captivating blue eyes. “Did you need anything?” You asked him, taking a few steps towards him.

He shook his head and looked down at his feet for a second. “No” He replied, licking his lips. “Just... The food is ready if you want to eat”

“Okay...” You said, your bodies only a few inches away, something that happened so naturally that your brain didn’t even process it happened until now, that you felt the energy emit off of him “Are you sure it’s just that, Hoseok?” You asked, your voice low and steady.

“No,” He said again, the same tone in his voice. Low. Deep. Raspy. “Somehow... there’s more that I want, but it’s not words that I want to express”

You looked at his lips for a mere moment, as they looked perfect. Their shape was sculptured a way that made you lick your own. Big enough to make them look like small pink pillows. Glossy and smooth enough to make you want to get as much of a taste of them as you can. And the thing was, it wasn’t just his lips. It was everything he was from head to toe, inside and out even if you didn’t know it all. His nose, his glass like skin, his small but piercing eyes, his silky black hair. The way his body was perfectly aligned and all it got out to you. His energy wasn’t just calm and welcoming. It was so different and intriguing that you wanted all of it, all to yourself, even for a single time.

“Do you want something?” He asked.

“We all always have a desire” You simply replied. “And it’s never enough as soon as we make it happen. And it’s more than just one”

The next few movements happened so fast that you didn’t have the time to decide if you wanted them to happen in the first place. Hoseok took a few steps towards you, making you take a step back and the door was slammed closed by his foot as he took your arms and turned you around, pushing you up against it. His palm rested on your cheek as your foreheads rested onto one another’s and he looked at your lips, brushing his own against yours. “You must be desirable to a lot of people. Can’t say I blame them”

“Same goes to you, Angel boy” You smirked at him. “Bet you’ve committed as many crimes as I have with those looks”

“You have a lot of assumptions of me too, I see,” He said, his lips pulling up at one side. “You’re not going to force me off of you? Tell me to know my place, huh? I thought you were supposed to be a dominant person, future Hell Mistress”

“Hmm... I am. But I’m not going to do it” You said. “I don’t want to” You whispered in his ear, coming back down to look at his eyes.

He crashed his lips onto yours and they molded just like sea water kisses the golden sand smoothly, perfectly. Naturally. Like puzzle pieces fit together just right. You pulled away just to look at him and raised an eyebrow. “We just met. Maybe this is your technique to get me killed”

“Did just meeting someone ever stop you?” He asked.

“Valid” You shrugged and kissed him again.

As you tasted his lips again, a small gasp escaped your lips when he pulled away this time. “Aren’t you going to say that shit about how I’m an angel and you’re a devil and that’s forbidden? You’re a fucking royal devil, y/n”

“You think I care?” You asked. “Just give me what we both need”

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§ Two of the three days passed too quickly for your liking and the angst of the situation built up around you and Hoseok, minute by minute. What happened the first night, had kept you two at an edge the whole time you were a little too close to one another. You knew it. Just like you said at the mercy of his presence, desires- even if claimed- are never enough. You were greedy; greedy for more of him and how good he tasted. Not just how his lips tasted, or your lips on his skin, but how his soul tasted, being revealed right in front of your eyes and being given to you in a single night.

One day you didn’t even know him and the next it felt as if you could have known him from the moment he was born. Just like he felt with you. You stole glances the first chance you got and even if he caught you or you caught him, your eyes lingered on each other for more than enough seconds for many more thoughts to pop into your head and chills to take over your whole entire being. 

The plan was set and so was everyone. Ion was first to be taken down, and you were more than sure it was the easier case. Hoseok could kill Ion with his eyes closed, he trusted him like the back of his hand. You were so surprised to see that almost the whole population of Heaven was on with the plan. Everyone else who wasn’t was captured, killed and made to disappear and forgotten. It was a secure plan and it happened quickly with no further demands or fuss. 

This was the difference between Devils and Angels. Angels agreed and understood one another. They knew what was vital, what was enough and when they needed to stop. Devils, on the other hand, were greedy, egotistic creatures that wanted the best they could have no matter the cost. You couldn’t lie and say you weren’t a victim of that gene. Selfishly enough, in a time where everything was a life or death issue, your mind was set on what happened with Hoseok after this was hopefully over. You were greedy to get him to be beside you again, see him raw and uncensored and that was selfish- to distract yourself when you needed to protect the rights and the lives of your people, the people that trusted you.

Swift movements, barely audible steps, and loud whispers brought you to the moment you waited for, for as long as you remembered. You stood with Azazer in your hands, dark blood running down his hoarse skin as the slits in his neck were cut deep from your claws. The blood dripped down from your own hands and a laugh escaped Azazer’s mouth, his eyes tired but still as dead as he always looked inside. “What is it now, niece. You’re finally getting what you always wanted. Why are you holding back? I’m all your to see burn alive. Or have you finally changed your mind?”

Your lips parted and the sight of your parents being killed in front of your teenager eyes run through your mind, again and again, your own screams echoing in your ears. Everything stopped around you and your hands felt weak. Azazer taking advantage of your throbbing flashback balled his hands into fists and made a golden rope appear around Hoseok’s neck who was standing beside you, holding Azazer’s head down. Hoseok fell to the floor behind him, choking, trying to get a word out. “Y/n, d-do i-it,” He said, hissing in pain and coughing out small droplets of blood as his neck was crushed.

A yell escaped your mouth the same moment a tear fell down your tear duct, giving your hand the order to go through your own blood relative’s chest and take his heart out. You gasped as you saw the heartbeat in your palm, Azazer’s hand falling to the ground, the red in his eyes becoming a dull white and the colour of his skin being drained out by death. You took the heart and threw it in the Golden Goblet as soon as Hoseok was let to breathe and you cried out, seeing the organ burn to ashes.

You cried. For the first time in thirteen years, actual tears made your skin wet and sobs escaped your mouth as you covered it with your bloody hands.

The triad was completed, at that moment.

Bloodstained wings. The wings of both sides dripped in blood, the white and black feathers mixed together in the pool around Azazer’s blood. But of countless other innocents or criminals’ vital substance that used to flow in their veins, giving them extraordinary powers, rights, responsibilities and simply; life.

Bloodstained hands. The hands that were stained with red, deep or light, filling hearts and minds with guilt, pleasure, justice or sadness. Lives that were even taken with bare hands, just like this one.

Bloodstained memories. The memories of parents being slaughtered in front of a child’s eyes, its own uncle indifferent of the pain he caused. The memories of a loved one turning to a different person than the one they knew, and being caught in a lie and killed in front of him.

This might be the triad of misery, infamy, and death, but only as long as morals are set to the side. But if used with emotion and mercy, it can be the triad of peace.

Hoseok held you in his arms as you gasped for breath and his head rested on yours, his eyes closed. “It’s okay. It’s over. It’s all over”

As you watched him walk off out of the gate of Hell to go serve his duty in his own world, he looked behind him and turned around, only to have you walk up to him again and kiss his lips, the taste familiar and at this point, a reminder of what home feels like. “Don’t you dare not come back to me”

“Or else?” He raised an eyebrow.

“Or I’ll kill you” You playfully hit his shoulder, letting him walk off. Walk off away when you actually needed him, but knew you had to do your own job. When were you going to see him again? He was an angel sent to you, just like what your mother was to your father. Their story ended in death and yours started with it. All you could do was hope it would continue soon and end completed.

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AU: I hope you guys enjoyed this concept. I got inspired from the season greetings 2019 photoshoot because the boys looked like angels. I needed a break from requests and felt the need to do something creative to spark my productivity. I really did enjoy writing this, it’s all yours now babes!

P.S. If this does good enough, I’ll write three additional parts. The plotting of how they took down the leaders, their pasts and the aftermath.

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FourTallLives

Alright, This is an Undertale AU called FourTallLives (inspired by @thenoblescosplay‘s TwoTallTales), I’m super proud of this cuz i made it a long time ago back in the beginning of March 2018 and haven’t really touched it since so....enjoy!

Warning: a bit of blood.

“Ah, greetings! I did not expect a human to be here, it’s strange…we don’t usually have humans around! Anyhow, I am River. I’m currently in a terrible situation, you see, my universe has been split into four! My 8 children are paired in each universe:

Berry, Leo, Moon, Mio, Dee, Jay, Azster and Saz.” River took a second to age them under his breathe before continuing “My youngest two: Mio and Berry are great kids, Mio is very determined and loves water magic,” He chuckled “Much like I was.” He smiled, remembering something before continuing yet again “While Berry is generally very sweet and quite feisty! Still, Hes a great kid, just give him some time.”

 “My Middle Two: Leo and Moon are very strong children! Leo is brave and adventurous….the grouchy child, per say. Moon is very much obsessed with bringing justice to evil and she just loves to train!” River once again pauses to chuckle and sigh “My other two though: Jay and Dee are the trouble makers of the family, Jay is very protective of his sibling and will kill you, given a good reason. Dee, 3rd eldest, is…well, mischievous. Hes also quite the pyromaniac, so please be careful around him. But under his fiery-“ He smirked at his pun “-personality is a sweet, young and kind boy. Do not be afraid of them, they won’t cause you too much trouble. Now, I will bring you to the 4 portals leading to each universe, Choose wisely. Your life may depend on it.”

You awoke in a dark room, four doors stood in front of you, along with four teen-aged humans “Welcome to hell, kid.” A blonde-haired girl said, sitting beside the 1st doorway, another piped up “She’s right, this place ain’t the most…exciting.” A brown-haired guy stood in front of the 2nd portal, arms crossed.

“Excuse them” A 3rd spoke, her long white hair nearly shone in the dim room and she dangled her legs off the top of the 3rd portal, “They’re not exactly the nicest at first, you’ll warm up to them!” She smiled. You scanned around for the 4th human and he was curled up at the foot of the 4th portal like a cat, sleeping peacefully “….huh?” He stirred, opening his eyes groggily

“Anywho.” The First girl spoke, sounding quite annoyed “Choose a portal, we don’t have all day.” She hissed. You stutter as you answer, glancing at them “Uh S-second?” and with that, the 2nd human shoved you into the portal rather roughly, making you stumble until you felt something soft under your pale skin

“Hey, Bud, get up.” He pulled you to your feet and held a hand out “I’m Blaze, welcome to this world.” He said shortly, glancing at the seemingly endless forest ahead “F-Frisk.” You answer nervously, he pulled his hand away before you could grab it and shoved you forward.

“We got company.”

A young, small skeleton came bounding up to you cheerfully, her eyes sparkling with excitement, you heard Blaze scoff behind you.

“Hi! Are you a human? That’s so cool! I’m Mio!” She spoke quickly in a high-pitched voice “Frisk, where am I?” You introduce yourself and ask quickly “Oh, well you’re in the underground! Snowdin, specifically.” She made no waste of time, grabbing your arm and pulling you along when a sharp pain hits your eye, you drop to your knees suddenly with a scream of pain.

“W-what’s wrong!? Human!?” She asked, panic flooding her voice “M-my eye.” You choked out, holding your palm to your eye, your vision blurred as you saw the snow beneath you stain red with blood, nausea hit you fast “Oh no! Human, hold on!” was the last thing you heard before it went black and you lost consciousness.

 “Is she gonna be okay?” a quivering voice asked, you felt a large…something poke your ribs as you stirred. “Oh, thank god, you’re okay!” You sat up and saw Mio, shaking and teary-eyed; A second, not so small figure was sitting behind her, a huge 10ft skeleton glared daggers at you, his huge night-sky scarf was curled around you.

“Y-yeah, I’m fine. Ah…” Your eye stung badly, making Mio flinch and re-adjust what you presume to be bandages on your head “After you passed out, I noticed your eye was bleeding, so I brought you to my big bro, Jay,” The bigger skeleton nodded coldly “and he told me how to bandage you up, so your all good now!” She put both hands to her hips proudly after fixing the bandage

“T-thank you, I can’t believe I didn’t notice that…” You trailed off, wondering how you even got that wound “Its nooo problem! Nothing the mighty Mio can’t handle! Mweheh!” She laughed sweetly, tilting her head up in pride, Jay piped up behind her “Your so cool, sis.” Mio giggled again “I know, right!”

You couldn’t help but smile at how sweet Mio was, she quickly jumped to her feet and held out a hand to help you up, which you quickly took after Jays scarf let go of you. “How did you get here, anyway? The Ruins have been locked for a long time.” Mio questioned, stepping closer in curiosity “Yeah, kid,” Jay almost spat the nickname “How did you get here? Especially for a…human like you.” He loomed over you menacingly, making fear run down your spine.

“JAY!” Mio shouted “Don’t threaten her! She might not remember!” There it was, a good excuse to not explain “Uh- yeah I um…don’t remember” You nervously laugh, keeping an eye on Jay, half scared he would squish you like a pesky bug.

 “…Alright, whatever you say, sis.”