#superhuman!woozi

[wooziorgans]

13:27

pairing: woozi x reader

warnings: this one is set up kind of weird,,, it goes back n forth between past n present idk I hope it reads okay. hoshi doesn’t like reader initially. vernon makes a “they hit the pentagon” joke. idk just woozi n reader being in love n saying it for the first time.

word count: 1.5k

you don’t exactly know what’s going on with jihoon, but you suspect that he’s (in some way) superhuman. something about him is weird, and your speculation is that he has two hearts; one for seventeen, one for you.

he’s been a little different lately. ever since the two of you made it official, he’s been a lot softer. he’s more lenient with letting you touch him. often times, he seeks out your attention on his own. it’s very clear that he loves you, that he’s in love with you, you just can’t quite understand how it even happened.

jihoon has so much love to give in general. while he might not be the best with his words out loud, his actions speak volumes for him. even as friends, he always just seemed to know. he knew if something was wrong, if you were upset. he knew if you had something to tell him, if certain things he did made you happy. small quirks of his that you loved more than anything would make you smile softly with this look in your eyes, and he would do them more often just to see you happy like that.

jihoon always knows, and while he’s not good at saying it, he hopes that you know that he loves you.

and you do. you know he loves you. it’s a little strange transitioning from the dynamic you two had as best friends to partners. he used to groan whenever you wanted to hold hands. now, he gets shy and the tips of his ears redden when your fingers brush his. jihoon has changed, and it’s been for the better.

it was soonyoung who had given you two the final push towards confessing to each other. “he loves you a lot, y’know?” he had said one night. it was after seventeen’s monthly meeting, and vernon had decided to rent out an arcade for the night as his chosen activity. without even a word from jihoon, everyone seemed to have the same idea.

“yes, you can bring y/n.” seungkwan was the one to verbalize the groups collective thought. and so here you were, racing against soonyoung in mario kart at the arcade.

being civil with soonyoung was still a new concept to you. it wasn’t that you and soonyoung had it out for each other, it’s just that he was very hesitant about your presence. jihoon hadn’t really mentioned you much, and then he started bringing you to hang out with the rest of seventeen, and soonyoung had his suspicions.

he just didn’t trust this new figure, one that claimed his spot as jihoon’s best friend. god forbid, jihoon confessed in a drunk phone call that he was in love with you, and soonyoung became even more suspicious of you. he didn’t know your intentions, and he had yet to see if you had jihoon’s best interest at heart for himself.

“hoon, i don’t think he likes me very much.” you had confessed, back slumped against the mirror in the practice room as soonyoung had basically been holding mingyu at gun point to run over a specific part of the dance they had just learned again. jihoon laughed softly, hand awkwardly patting you on the head.

“it’s not that he doesn’t like you, it’s just that he doesn’t know you and he’s being careful. i’m sure he’ll come around soon.” and jihoon was right. all it took to absolve months of tension between you and soonyoung was giving him a little tiger plushie you had found at a pop up market the week prior.

he had gawked at it, and then smiled at you before speaking. “okay, i like you.” and he ran off, out of jihoon’s studio without another word or the chance for you to even say anything after handing it to him.

“i know he does. i-i love him too. he’s very important to me.” soonyoung laughed softly, before cursing as he got hit with a red shell.

“you’re in love with him. it’s okay.” and maybe kwon soonyoung had all of the secrets to the universe, or maybe it was just obvious. whatever was going on in this arcade, it caused you to lose the race, hands freezing on the steering wheel.

“you lost to soonyoung?” it was jihoon. of course it was. he threw his arm around your shoulder, ruffling your hair softly. the dumbstruck look on your face still didn’t change. one: because soonyoung of all people was able to tell that you were in love with jihoon. two: because you had just lost a game of mario kart to kwon soonyoung.

soonyoung had shot jihoon a look, nodding softly, and it all clicked for jihoon.

vernon had peaked around the arcade machine and muttered something that sounded a bit too much like they hit the fucking pentagon when he saw the look on both of your faces. joshua shoved him, and soonyoung found his exit as you and jihoon stared at each other.

“we’ll talk about it later, okay? just enjoy yourself here. can you do that for me? just for tonight.” jihoon had all but whispered. you listened, and let him kick your ass at guitar hero.

a week later in the privacy of his apartment you talked about it. both of you cried. both of you felt stupid for wasting so much time by dancing around each other. but a week later, you were together. officially.

you think there’s something wrong with jihoon because being in love makes him a better person. he denies this fact vehemently, but everyone else agrees with you on it. love makes him softer. he’s less stubborn, more willing to work on communication; sure he has a long way to go, but he’s less emotionally constipated than he used to be.

what gives him away is his eyes. they say the eyes are the window to the soul, and you’d have to agree. while he’s often blunt and abrasive towards those who don’t know him well, jihoon’s eyes give him away everytime. he’s not the cold caricature people draw of him. he’s sweet. jihoon is so sweet, and you tell him so often. he might roll his eyes at you when you say it, but there’s a certain amount of love in them that’s reserved just for you.

“there’s something wrong with you.” you’re having dinner with him in the studio.

jihoon just laughs. “yeah, i know. i work too much. we’ve been over this before.” he shovels rice into his mouth.

“no. not like that,” you sigh, picking at your own food. “you have so much love to give. i don’t know how you do it.” jihoon doesn’t say anything. he just looks at you as he puts down his chopsticks, urging you to continue.

“like, between me and seventeen, i don’t know how you do it. you just… you care about all of us. you’ve loved the guys long before you met me, and then i come into the picture and you still have love to give. i don’t know how you do it. and i can’t figure out why.” jihoon stares at you. it was obvious that he loved you, sure, anyone could see that. but almost six months into this relationship and he hasn’t been able to say it. neither of you have ever said the L word, even in conversation.

“i—” he starts, and you shake your head softly.

“you don’t have to say it, jihoon. it’s okay. i know you do.” but he shakes his head and clears his throat softly.

“no. i want to say it, i just don’t know how.” he shifts in his spot on the couch, fingers twitching as if they were reaching out to you.

“it doesn’t have to be anything extraordinary. sometimes just saying it on its own is enough.” you turn to him, hand finding his as you brush the back of his hand with your thumb. he doesn’t pull away or flinch. he just basks in it; in the feeling of your hand on his, and the way you look in the afternoon sunlight.

“i love you.” it’s simple, like him, but it’s enough. it’s enough because you can feel it everywhere in everything he does.

“i love you too.” you push your head against his, and he smiles. jihoon smiles so brightly that it reaches his eyes. he leans in carefully, and kisses you with the same tenderness he always has.

you know that there’s nothing wrong with jihoon. you know he has one heart, and it’s all yours.

a/n: these little time stamp thingys r supposed to be short but I got carried away whoops. also reminder that my requests are open!!! also also tysm for all the love on the last one of these that I did woahhh. glad we r all in love w jihoon amen.

[bananaofswifts]

By Spencer Kornhaber

Breaking: Taylor Swift is not simply a voice in our ears or an abstract concept to argue over at parties, but a flesh-and-blood being with a taste for sparkling pajamas and the stamina of a ram. All concerts are conjurings, turning the audience’s idea of a performer into a real thing, but last night’s kickoff of Taylor Swift’s Eras tour in Glendale, Arizona, heightened the amazement with Houdini-escapes-handcuffs physicality. After years of having their inner lives shaped by Swift’s highly mediated virtual output, 63,000 individuals can now attest to the vibrancy of Taylor Swift the person. Somehow, seeing her up close made her seem more superhuman.

Every aspect of the night felt shaped by the Ticketmaster-breaking reality that she has not shared air with masses of mortals since touring in 2018, and that she released six albums in the interim (four original, two rerecorded). The emotional brew was excess and gratitude, cut with nostalgia for time lost, and made chaotic by physical circumstances. The structure was unwieldy yet urgent: 44 (yes, 44) songs over more than three hours. Swift created the vibe of an ecstatic cram session, like an epic outing with a far-flung bestie visiting for one night only. “So, uh, is it just me or do we have a lot of things to catch up on?” Swift asked early on, sitting behind a piano whose mossy encrusting gave it the look of long-submerged treasure and helped underscore her point.

Going into the night, fans speculated about how Swift would bring her perfectionism to bear on the tricky question of which songs to perform. Maybe she would swirl her albums together into a sleek playlist, reframing a now-sprawling catalog around some thematic through line. But she instead decided to segment the night by album, leaving the big lessons of her trajectory to emerge from the juxtapositions already present in it. And really, any expectations of a focused, fireside chat fell away at the beginning of the set, when the onstage clock struck midnight (though really it was only 8 p.m.).

No space on earth could’ve handled the hype released at that moment. Her opening pick was unexpected: a woozy, truncated “Miss Americana and the Heartbreak Prince,” a somewhat deep cut from 2019’s Lover (key refrain: “It’s been a long time coming”). Then came the hugely awaited live debut of the fan favorite “Cruel Summer,” a track emblematic of Lover’s careening, happy-go-lucky maximalism. Overlapping waves of sound—fans wailing like emergency sirens, the thump and bump of Swift’s live band and backing tracks—ricocheted around the Super Bowl venue into an awful din. Everyone was singing along but no one, at least where I was sitting, could hear Swift. She was facing a physics problem: How do you tell a story in a literal echo chamber?

The answer was for Swift to slow down and take control as she always has, with her words. With each break to address the audience, Swift’s knack for focusing emotions and maneuvering them helped coalesce a mood. In those overwhelming first few minutes, her first statement was relatable: “I don’t know how to process all of this.” Soon she explained that the concept of the show was to “adventure” through her first 17 years of music, album by album—in unstated, and thereby suspenseful, order. Then came the night’s first true gut punch, the ballads “Lover” and “The Archer.” For the latter, Swift stood alone, listing her vulnerabilities to a pulsing beat, until pyrotechnic sparks fell in a curtain behind her. This was where we all wanted to be: feeling one-on-one intimacy but with spectacular three-dimensionality.

The turning of one “era” to the next was like the turning of a pop-up-book page, revealing new colors, architecture, and story lines. Swift’s art direction remains intuitive and unfussy, but the detail work is sharp, helping to re-enchant familiar imagery. For the segment devoted to the cozy Folklore, she lazed, catlike, on the slanted roof of a cabin whose frame glowed with what seemed to be starlight. The requisite giant snakes of Reputation, her 2017 armored tank of an album, hung amid stark, vertically imposing scaffolding. By contrast, the urban wonderland of 1989 was horizontal, with the stage becoming a fashion runway for Swift’s lively dancers to stomp across in crisscrossing patterns. On a night this long, little visual surprises went far. At one point, she induced gasps by seeming to dive into the stage as if it were a pond and then swim to the other side.

The ordering of the eras, and of the songs within eras, also kept the suspense high. Swift’s beloved 2010 album, Speak Now, emerged for only the keening “Enchanted,” sung by Swift in a ball gown amid a field of flowers. Her self-titled debut also appeared just once, in a humble, piano-bound performance of her first single, “Tim McGraw.” By contrast, the 2020 album Evermore—seen by some as a glorified B-sides collection—got four tracks with lavish set changes. After spending the past few years letting her work speak for itself while the audience litigated its meaning and merits, she was finally asserting a point of view about her own catalog. Evermore, she said, is “an album I absolutely love, despite what some of you say on TikTok.” She cast a hilariously suspicious gaze across the enormous room. “I see it—I see all of it.”

Her facial expressions were often just as potent, making up for sonic detail that the stadium’s acoustics swallowed. With her older lyrics achieving the cultural familiarity of folktales, Swift was game for theatrical reinterpretation. Giving fans the “Delicate” performance they’d agitated for on social media, Swift went comedic, delivering “You can make me a drink” as an impatient command, not a come-on. For the 2010 Fearless section, she acted charmingly blasé as she strapped on her guitar, invited us “back to high school,” and made half-hearted cheerleading gestures. These early songs were still great, but, she seemed to say with a wink, she’d grown a lot since writing them. The most stunning performances, however, were dead serious, conveying icy resentment in glistening eyes and a sternly set jaw, as on “Champagne Problems,” “My Tears Ricochet,” and the 10-minute version of “All Too Well.”

Oh yeah, that’s right—that giant set list made time for a 10-minute song. When she donned a glittering robe and began strumming that wounded ballad, it was the prestige of a magic show. The audience could at last wrap their heads around the fact that she was really going for it, not just with this song but with this whole marathon-revue concept she’d been dreaming up for years. Late in the night, she broke from the era-by-era format with an acoustic moment—one whose featured song, she said, would change every night of the tour. For this opening show, she picked Folklore’s “Mirrorball,” clarifying her mission statement: “I’m still trying everything / To keep you looking at me.”

She succeeded in keeping us looking, though it must be said that by the time the culminating Midnights era rolled around, the crowd had moved from excitement to awestruck submission, at least those who’d survived. Around me, seats where people had screamed at throat-scorching frequencies at the beginning of the night were now empty. Small children who’d been brought to the show were napping in the arms of their chaperones. I felt the sort of happy daze that often precedes deep sleep. The concert had been unbelievable, but so was the fact that this one human woman planned to do it again the next night, and for many after.

[gamerwoo]

The Xperiments (Coming Soon)

Experiment: 7961122

Alt. Name: Jihoon

Abilities: N/A

Notes: N/A

[spidervern]

𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐧 | 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫- 𝐁𝐨𝐱𝐞𝐝!

Screaming, loud defeaning screams.

There were people running in every direction, all scurrying away through the streets to run from the creature marching over a row of cars, crushing the vehicles to lumps of metal and glass.

It was large and blue in colour, looking like a mix between a rodent and a man; a humanoid rat. The head was that of a human bit with large round ears and whiskers, body about 7 feet tall with a thin layer of fur covering it and a protruding long tail. It carried on it a backpack and a what seemed to look like a leaf blower, but instead of shooting out powerful gusts of air it instead shot beams of purple light. Whenever it hit an unlucky civilian, there would be a layer of purple smoke before it revealed the human being caught and trapped in a box, taped and sealed on the ground as they relentlessly pounded on it to get out.

“I am Box Rodent! All you filthy humans have never known what it feels like to live trapped and in fear have you? Well with the help of the House of Evolution, I have been born to stir up that feeling in you pests!” It bellowed, cackling as it's tail wiggled around while it continues to shoot more people, wacking all the boxes with it's tail as it basked in the screams of all the people it had trapped.

It's large feet padded across the street, sneering at the cowering humans with disgust. “Unlike us rodents you humans won't be able to live so long inside a box that tight with no air. Hehe, enjoy suffocating till your inevitable deaths~” It sang, aiming the weapon at a crouching child. And just as they were about to pull the trigger, a web encased their wrist, pulling it back and tying it to a lamp post.

The creatures eyes widened, glaring in the direction of the artificial web. “WHOS THERE? How dare you challenge me- MMF-?”

“Damn you talk too much,”

A masked figure dropped onto the asphalt, clad in red and blue with the insignia of a spider etched right in the center of their suit. He aimed his wrist at the rodent, successfully webbing it's feet onto the ground too, much to it's disapproval. “What are you doing, boxing people up like we're some kind of Christmas present? Tsk, doesn't seem like something a cute little mouse like you should do don't you think?” He mused.

At the provocation the rodent humanoid bellowed in rage, ripping it's feet out of the sticky webs before aiming his box blower at the masked hero. “SHUT UP! I am Box Rodent! Before I make you suffocate in cardboard I suggest you quit trying to stop me!" They growled, starting to shoot beams of purple at the spider themed hero.

Fortunately the other was nimble on their feet, dodging each of the attacks with a hum, webbing himself to the building behind the rodent and tugging on the strong artificial silk, launching himself through the air and kicking the back of the rat. He landed with a small huff, sprinting forward before springing up over the fallen and cursing creature, yanking the machine off of it. “Well then Box Rat, I'll tell you one thing. I'm Spiderman, the one that will be stopping you toda-!”

Ah, dear oh dear.

With a swift smack of the human rodent's tail, Spiderman's grip on the device loosened, a gasp leaving him as he tried to grab it again, only to accidentally pull the trigger.

Pointed right at himself.

Now kicking and shouting within a carefully wrapped box, he groaned, hearing the monster he was fighting grab his weapon again and begin leaving.

❝𝙔𝙚𝙖𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩'𝙨 𝙢𝙚. 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙗𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙄 𝙜𝙤𝙩 𝙢𝙮𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙪𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣—❞

My name's Vernon Chwe, I'm a senior at Seoul's Daejeon Academy. I was just your normal high school nerd, y'know; glasses, large hoodies, getting bullied and being that one loser who's only stand out feature is his smarts. Life was fine with me just living with my Aunt May and Uncle Ben, all up until one school trip to the Science Center.

I got bit by a radioactive spider and just like that my entire life was turned upside down. I gained superhuman speed, agility, strength and the ability to cling to walls. I even developed something I like to call “Spidey Senses”, but I basically got the powers of a spider. Now I'm a web slinging self proclaimed hero! But my identity's still a secret as I hide my face behind my mask.

I'm still learning to get used to life as a superhero while also navigating my way through my freshman year of university and finding out the reason for the mysterious death of my parents, but as far as I can tell, life pretty much has lots in store for me.

But hey, always remember one thing. If you ever need a helping hand, just shout out for your friendly neighborhood Spiderman!

𝕾𝖕𝖎𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖒𝖆𝖓! 𝕳𝖆𝖓𝖘𝖔𝖑 𝖁𝖊𝖗𝖓𝖔𝖓 𝕮𝖍𝖜𝖊

— 𝙒𝙚𝙗-𝙨𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙤𝙤𝙣!

𝕺𝕲𝖘 : @/yanlee @amazingspiderhan @/ceo-vernon

𝕾𝖁𝕿 𝕲𝖆𝖓𝖌 : @musicalroyalties-cb @silverypurple-rosedlions @seventeen-chatbot @17-bot @yanderexmingyu @captain-jihoon @rentaboy-svt @svtbrokenteam-cb @vampireprince-jeonghan @performancextributes @sweeneywonwoo-cb @mafiagyu @ska-jeonghan @fakegods-cb @svt-hybridcenter @yan-svt @cynic-jeonghan @1900s-cb @smol-boi-woozi @vocalxtributes @hiphopxtributes @sk-jihan @svtleaders-chatbot @dbh-wonwoo @incubusxjeonghan @tattooartistjoshua @svt-hogwarts @mafia-shua @evilprincexjeonghan @soonyoungii

[appri-dot]

Considering if lavad should be superhuman or just like, an incredibly beefy plague doctor/medical professional

Hes honestly really good at doing his job and although lets the blood of "madness" stricken patients the wooziness does calm them enough to do shit like idk saving their life, he only resorts to his spike baton/bat if they are too rowdy or he has to defend a patient from zombies (he keeps it clean at all times so blood in the first instance isn't contaminated <3)

Roto is somewhat advanced in the fact his a rodent man hfsfshfsh he can kinda climb walls, definitely can climb grates upsidedown, terrifyingly quiet until frightened and likes to eat cheese (no relation to the rat part) he was the result of an experiment to see if mixing rats blood with people will help fight the plague :] it..didn't work out, n instead of letting him die they kept fucking with him till he had a pulse again

[badwriting-baddesicions]

TO DO

masterlist

ATEEZ:

Altar Boys Altered Boys (We’re The Thing Love Destroys) - WooSan

Aurora - 2Ho

Baby Baby You’re A Carmel Macchiato - San

Because I Met You I Draw A Bigger Picture - ATEEZ

(Don’t You Know I’m A) Boss That Leads You - WooSanSang

But You Won’t Do The Same - San

Dancing Like Butterfly Wings - WooSanSang

Do You Wanna Run Away Too? (All I Really Want Is You) - Hongjoong

Forever Fight As One - Seonghwa

I Will Become The Spring To Your Smiles - Mingi

Lonely Hearts - Mingi

Maybe You’ll Love Yourself (Like I Love You) - Hongjoong

Moments Like This - SanGi

One Day at a Time - ATEEZ

Pirate King - SeongJoong

Soon May The Wellerman Come -Yeosang

Spare Me What You Think (Tell Me A Lie) - SeongJoong

Star 1117 - SeongJoong

Sunrise - WooSanHwa

THANXX - ATEEZ

Think You’re Ready For The Monster Monster - JongSan

This Is Our Fate, I’m Yours - SanGi

Twilight - WooSan

Wave - YunGi

We Will Make This Love Together - San

Where’d You Wanna Go? How Much You Wanna Risk? - WooSanHwa

Wonderland - SanGi

(Roger That) Yes Sir I’ll Protect Them - Jongho

Your Red Lipstick - Wooyoung

You’re Not A Constant Star - SeongJoong

BIGBANG:

Monster - G-Dragon

We’re Classic Together (Like Egyptian Gold) - G-Dragon

BTS:

Agust D - Suga

Angel or Devil (What Should I Choose?) - Jimin

Best Years - TaeGiKook

Blood, Sweat & Tears - TaeJin

Don’t Leave - TaeGi

Dynamite - VMinKook

Euphoria - Jungkook

Filter - Jimin

Get The Ink, Get The Pen (Let’s Sign It) - J-Hope

Home - RM

How Did We End Up Here? - TaeGi

I Just Wanna Give You Love - VKook

I Want To Write You A Song - YoonKook

It’s Where My Demons Hide - BTS

Just One Day - YoonKook

Lights - TaeJin

Magic Shop - NamJin

Mikrokosmos -KookMin

My Feet Don’t Dance Like They Did With You - JinKook

My Heart’s Already Breaking (Go On Twist The Knife) - TaeGi

Play Pretend - Suga

Plz Don’t Be Sad - Suga

Pretty Words (On The Tip Of My Tongue) - VMinKook

Save ME - VKook

Speed Demon - VKook

That Should Be Me (Holding Your Hand) - YoonKook

The Truth Untold - Taegi

They Say Love Is Pain (Let’s Hurt Tonight) - V

Too Bad (But It’s Too Sweet) - V

We Are Bulletproof: The Eternal - BTS

Welcome To The House of Fun - TaeJin

What Can I Do? - VMin

Yo Ho Ahoy and Avast - KookMin

You and I (We Don’t Wanna Be Like Me) - VMinKook

Zero O’Clock - HopeKook

EXO:

2nd Grade (Maths Problems) - Baekhyun

Baby Don’t Cry - Chanyeol

Be Combative or Be Sweet Cherry Pie - BaekYeol

Blooming Day - Chen

Don’t Go - Tao

Heaven Knows I’m Falling (I Can Never Be The Same) - Kai

I Can’t Stand The Rain - XiuBaek

I Just Hit The Lotto - Kai

It Will Wet Your Wings - KaiBaek

Lost In Reality -Tao

Lotto - Lay

Moonlight - LuChen

My Answer - XiuChen

Peter Pan - Tao

Ring-a-Ring O Rosie (Whoever Gets The Closest) - Kai

She’s In A Long Black Coat Tonight - Chen

The Moonlight Fills Your Eyes - ChanKai

The One - Xiumin

Twenty Four - ChanKai

Unfair - Baekhyun

Wolf - Lay

GOT7:

I Wish I Was (Beside You) - Jackson

Just Right - BamBam

Miracle - Jinyoung

School Life (Again Today) - BamBam

Take A Sip From My Secret Potion - JB

(Remember All The Memories) The Fireflies and Make Believe - BamBam

HIGHLIGHT:

Prince Charming (Ridicule Is Nothing To Be Scared Of) - Gikwang

iKON:

I Feel So Right Doing The Wrong Thing - Bobby Monsta X: I Will Borrow The Skies - Jooheon. This Way, That Way, Forwards, Backwards (Over The Irish Sea) - Wonho

NCT:

All My Moments Want You - MarkHyuck

And I Still Want You - LuMark

Assemble - Lucas

Baby Don’t Like It - MarkHyuck

Baby Don’t Stop - Tae Ten

Baby We Two Distant Strangers - Yuta

Born To Be Wild - Haechan

BOSS - LuWoo

But My Heart Goes - Lucas

Candle Light - MarkSung

Can’t Even Talk, Still Stuttering - LuWoo

Complete - LuWin

Daisy Daisy (Give Me Your Answer Do) - Jaemin

Dance Around The Living Room (Lose Me In The Sight Of You) - JohnTenKun

Dear DREAM - NCT DREAM

Dream A Little Dream Of Me - LuWoo

Dream Glow - Yangyang

Drifting, Drifting, Drifting - Jungwoo

Everything Has Changed - Ten

Everything I Didn’t Say - NCT

Fireflies - NoMin

Fly Away With Me - MarkHyuck

Fool’s Gold - YuWinIl

Goodnight Sweetheart - Jeno

Grow Up - TaeTen

Hakuna Matata - LuWin

Hello Future - Renjun

Hold Me In Your Arms Tonight - MarkYong

Home - WayV

Howling At The Moon - JohnTen

Hugs and Kisses - Johnny

I Can’t Stop My Hand From Shaking - Jungwoo

(I’m Waking Up) I Feel It In My Bones - Taeyong

I Hate This After Dark - Mark

I Have Loved You Since We Were 18 - JaeYong

I Hear Them Coming For You - Jaemin

I Tend To Glow When You Are By My Side - NCT

I Want To Write You A Song - RenLe

If I Ask You If You Love Me (Lie To Me) - Jaemin

If I Could Fly - TaeTen

I’ll Be Right Here Beside You For Life - ChenJi

I’ll Be Your Genie - NoMin

I’ll Make This Feel Like Home - Shotaro

I’m A Wolf and You’re A Beauty - Jaehyun

I’m Giving Up On You (Say Something) - NoRenMin

I’ve Never Seen You In The Daylight - Jungwoo

Kick It - Taeyong

Killing Me - Yuta

La La Love - RenHyuck

Long Way Home - MarkHyuckWoo

Lost - Yangyang

Love Talk - TenWin

Lover of Mine - Winwin

Make A Wish - Shotaro

Misfit - Sungchan

Most Nights I Hardly Sleep When I’m Alone - Haechan

Music, Dance - Sungchan

My First and Last - MarkNo

My Flower - Haechan

My Heart Is Blind (But I Don’t Care) - MinSung

New Heroes - Ten

No Longer - Taeil

Not Alone - JohnMark

Of Guns and Roses - Renjun

Perche Tu Stasera Sei Perfetta Per Me - Mark

Punch - JohnJae

Puzzle Piece - NCT DREAM

Remember When I Broke You Down To Tears - RenMarkHyuck

Requiem - Jisung

Ridin - NoMinSung

Smooth Like A, Like A Snake - Doyoung

SOMEONE’S SOMEONE - Kun

Stop. Rewind. Turn Back Time - Winwin

Superhuman - YuMark

Take Off - LuWin

The Internet Is Great - TenWin

The Sun Will Shine Through - Ten

This Is Halloween - Taeyong

Till The Love Runs Out - Shotaro

TOUCH - MarkYong

Touch Me When The Sun Goes Down - NoRenMin

Wait For Me To Come Home - LuWooMark

Waited For Your Reply (Here In The Pouring Rain) - SungTaro

We Almost Rolled The Dice - Winwin

We Got That (Power) - Jaehyun

What Can I Do? - Jisung

Whatever It Take - JaeYong

WHO DO U LOVE? - YuWin

Wildflower - Haechan

With Great Power - Winwin

With You - Mark

You and I Go Hard At Each Other (Like We Going To War) - Chenle

You Are My Soulmate(s) - MarkHyuckHei

(This Is Our Sanctuary) You Are Safe With Me - ChenJi

You Became My Crown - MarkYong

You’ll Find Me In The Region Of The Summer Stars - Jaehyun

You’re My Everything - Kun

You’re The One I Want For Christmas - Xiaojun

You’re Unfair - TenWin

ONEUS:

Jingle Bells Jingle Bells Jingle All The Way - Hwanwoong

Princely Duties - Hwanwoong

Spooky Scary Skeletons - Ravn

Stay Oh (Baby Touch Me) - Hwanwoong

SEVENTEEN:

A Tiger Inside - SoonHoon

Call Call Call! - Hoshi

Extreme Musical Statues - JiGyu

Fallin Flower - JunHao

Fear - Meanie

Giving All My Secrets Away - MingSoon

Home - Dino

How Can I Love You? (If You Don’t Talk To Me) - SoonHoon

Hug - SoonHoon

I’m A Lost Boy - Woozi

Lay You Head On Me - Joshua

Love Letter - JiGyu

My My - Woozi

Smile Flower - Woozi

Snap Shoot - 2JiCheol

Splish Splash - Hoshi

Titanium - Meanie

SHINee:

Cafe Latte - Taemin

Good Evening - Onew

I Growl At You - Taemin

I Will Fight, I Will Fight For You - Taemin

Lucifer - JongTae

Our Page - Jonghyun

Witch - Taemin

SPEED:

Welcome To The Circus - Sungmin

Stray Kids:

A Sign of the Times - Felix

Astronaut - Bang Chan

Authorized Personnel Only (Back Door) - ChanLix

BEWARE - Bang Chan

Burger and Sandwich, Coffee and Tea - ChangLix

District 9 - Lee Know

Finders Keepers Losers Weepers - Bang Chan

I Need Someone - Seungmin

I Want To Breathe You In Like A Vapour - I.N

I’m Sorry (My Handwriting Isn’t Pretty) - ChangLix

Insomnia - ChanLix

I’ve Been To The Year 3000 - 2Chan

Levanter - Han

Little Steps - Han

My Side - Felix

Never Ending Story - JiLix

Please Baby Get Away From Me (I’m Poison) - Changbin

Spaces Between Us - Lee Know

The Story of My Life - 3RACHA

We’re Not Alright But I’ll Pretend - Felix

SuperM:

Better Days - KaiMark

Big Chance - TaemTen

(When I’m With You) Danger Seems Like A Good Thing - TaeKai

Even When I Lose I’m Winning - TaeKai

Please Excuse My Writing - TaemTen

The Only Heaven I’ll Be Sent To - KaiMark

Tiger Inside - SuperM

To You In The Distant Future - SuperM

Who Do You Love? (Is It Him or Me?) - KaiMark

Yeah Superhuman! - TaemTen

TXT:

0x1=LOVESONG (I Know I Love You) - Yeonjun

Blue Hour - Yeonjun Dubaddu Wari Wari - Taehyun

Flip It On Me Say I Think Too Much - Huening Kai I Know I Could Lie (But I’m Telling The Truth) - Taehyun I Know I Love You - Yeonjun I Know You Don’t Give Two Fucks - Beomgyu (Sorry) I’m An Antiromantic - TaeGyu I’m A Loser - Soobin Loving You Is A Losing Game - Yeonjun

Magic - TXT

Oh My God (He’s A Really Bad Boy) - Yeonjun PUMA - TXT

Run Away - Huening Kai

Running Down To The Riptide - Huening Kai Small Town Boy (In A Big Arcade) - YeonBin

VIXX:

Fantasy - Neo

Hyde - LR

On and On - Leo

Thank You For My Love - Leo

Series:

The Power Within - Baekyeol

1-MAMA 2-POWER 3-OVERDOSE 4-LUCKY ONE 5-MONSTER FINALE-OBSESSION

[visionsofus]

I suggest the song "Where the Shadow Ends" by Banners for your mixtape fic. It's beautiful and melancholic, but also hopeful. It's given me a lot of inspiration for WandaVision fics lately.

Ahh thank you so much for this song!! I totally get what you mean with it being kinda sombre but also hopeful! It’s captured so perfectly in the lyrics too. Sorry it took me a while to get around to this - but better late than never ✨

Track #12: Where The Shadow Ends by BANNERS 

| read on AO3 here | mixtape playlist | send me an ask with your song/prompt request |

synopsis: Wanda falls ill at the compound and Vision panics. Surprisingly, her illness gives them an opportunity to talk about their feelings. Wanda comes to terms with putting faith in her feelings and in Vision. 

All things considered; Wanda probably shouldn’t have gone to the gym when she did. But Steve had offered to help her with some of the new equipment the compound had ordered in and Wanda knew she pushed herself harder when faced with his superhuman training schedule.

She didn’t feel too bad at the beginning of the work out, going through the motions of warming up. She worked out most days because if she didn’t her body suffered after missions. So, she persisted even when she was tired and her muscles were sore, and apparently, even when it was pouring with rain. She’d quickly regretted her decision to go on a run despite the threatening grey sky. By the time the rain had started Wanda was too far into her run to turn back and had stubbornly refused to call anyone at the compound to come pick her up, instead walking all the way back as her wet shoes started to rub blisters into her heels. Thanks to an hour in sopping wet clothes, battling a harsh wind all the way home she’d woken up with a temperature the past two mornings.

But when she’d checked her temperature a few hours ago it seemed the fever had finally broken, and she was so restless that she didn’t hesitate to accept Steve’s invitation. A mistake she was going to pay for.

The warmup had her feeling a little woozy and lightheaded but not terrible. Things quickly went downhill as she started her usual activities. Just as she picked the dumbbells up to start on her triceps a sudden wave of dizziness hit her full force. Wanda vaguely remembered Steve calling her name as the dumbbells hit the floor with two resounding thuds and she promptly passed out.

Vision was stuck in a research spiral when he distantly heard the Compound AI say his name.

“Currently fetching recent message from Steve Rogers,” the robotic voice said from the speaker in the ceiling and Vision tilted his head as he listened. “Wanda has passed out in the gym, please prepare first aid.”

Vision didn’t give the AI the chance to repeat itself, launching himself out of his seat and phasing through the wall. He was used to quick thinking, easily able to make split second decisions based on a variety of possibilities, but this was something different. He didn’t thinkhe just moved. Within seconds he was phasing through the floors of the compound arriving in the basement with such force that his feet split the tiled floor on impact.

“What happened?” Vision asked with such fervour that he might have reprimanded himself for snapping, were he not so taken aback by the sight of Wanda’s limp body in the Captain’s arms.

“We were ten minutes into our workout and she just dropped to the floor,” Steve explained not hesitating to hand Wanda over to Vision’s waiting arms.

“She has a fever,” Vision said as he gathered Wanda up, holding her close so he could support her head against his chest. She was burning up, her breaths coming in short bursts that concerned him. How had her temperature gotten so high and why hadn’t any of them noticed her getting ill? Most of all, how had he let it slip his attention?

“You get her upstairs while I get a drip.”

They both started up the stairs, Vision trying not to jostle his unconscious cargo, too concerned to try phasing, even if the stairs were frustratingly slower. They parted ways at the ground floor as Steve hurried to the med bay and Vision continued to Wanda’s bedroom.

He kicked her door open with his foot and brought her over to the bed. As he set her down atop the navy covers, lifting her up to slip another pillow under her head, Vision wondered if it might have been better to just take her straight to the infirmary, or better yet, the hospital. But Wanda was notoriously unpredictable when it came to waking up in unfamiliar environments and had taken out a wall the last time she had passed out and woken up in the infirmary. Her own space was better, for now. Vision brushed her hair off her sweating forehead and Wanda groaned softly, shivering in her feverish state and reaching for the bed covers.

“No, no,” Vision murmured pulling Wanda’s hands away as she attempted to pull her covers up over her. She might be feeling cold, but Vision estimated her temperature was nearing 39C. While he waited for Cap to return with the drip Vision hurried to and from the kitchen and her bedroom, carrying with him a bowl of water and a cloth. Distracted, he managed to spill about a quarter of it along the hallway. He was just laying the cloth gently atop her forehead when Steve arrived in the doorway, IV equipment in hand.

“How did she get this fever?” Vision asked as Steve set down the mobile frame and hung the bag of liquid from the top. It was rare for illness to travel around the compound when so many of them were unable to fall sick, though there were far more serious conditions that could cause fever.

“She got caught in the rain on Wednesday, must have caught a cold from that,” Steve replied connecting the tubing and handing the other end to Vision as he prepared the needle. “She didn’t tell you?”

“No, she didn’t tell me,” Vision murmured, stoutly ignoring the little part of him that disliked Steve knowing something about her that he didn’t. He instead focused on finishing the IV, taking a little bit of tape from the first aid kit to secure the tubing to Wanda’s bare arm.

It wasn’t really a surprise that he hadn’t known of her rainy run. In the last week Vision had barely seen Wanda, something he found absurd because he lived just down the hall from the room they were currently in. And, well, the rest of the team often described them as being ‘attached at the hip’. Unfortunately, it seemed Wanda was excellent at making herself scarce when Vision tried to be near her these days. She was clearly trying to set a boundary, which Vision would understandably accept, if only he could understand what it was for. There had been no big change between them that he could identify, if anything they’d been getting closer, but it was as though she’d decided she didn’t like spending time with him anymore.

“I should have told her to go easy with the exercise,” Steve said, more to himself than anything, but Vision silently agreed.

Vision sighed quietly and perched himself next to the unconscious Wanda, removing the cloth from her head and submerging it in the basin once more. “She needs to look after herself,” he murmured, “or at least let someone else help her.” Vision avoided meeting Steve’s eyes following this admission, knowing that behind thissomeone else meant himself.

He wrung the cloth out and returned it to her scorching skin, delicately wiping at her cheeks and neck. Though she seemed more peaceful now and her breathing more regular, he was still on edge. Hopefully the fluids would start to do their job and her temperature would come down, but if this continued through the night, he’d call a doctor.

“And are you alright?” Steve asked, he’d retreated to the wall and was leaning against it now with his arms folded. “You were fairly shaken up down there.”

“Yes,” Vision replied quietly, not wanting to speak too loudly lest they wake her up before her body was ready. “I don’t like seeing her like this.”

Steve hummed thoughtfully. “And everything is alright between you two, other than this? It’s like she runs out of the room whenever she sees you these days.”

“I do not know if everything is alright, I thought things were maybe changing between us, but then she began avoiding me,” Vision sighed, tucking Wanda’s hair back from her face. As he did so she stirred slightly, her head tilting into his touch. She mumbled something incoherent.

“She’s been through a lot. A connection like the one you two seem to have,” Steve cleared his throat, “uh this intimacy I suppose, could be scary and unfamiliar. I could be wrong, of course, I’m just speaking to what I’ve seen in the last few months.”

Vision didn’t reply and continued wiping at her forehead. He often spent more time watching than talking, he spoke when it was of value and only with Wanda did he find himself speaking freely. To have Steve identify this insight about their relationship made him realise that he wasn’t the only one monitoring the interpersonal connections of his teammates.  

When he didn’t reply Steve pushed himself off the wall and headed for the door. “She’ll probably be hungry when she wakes up, and you know what they say about chicken soup and the flu. I’ll go to the store.”

“Good idea,” Vision said absentmindedly.

He sat with Wanda quietly for another half hour, replacing the basin of water once and continuing to cool her forehead down. At one point he had to stand to put the blinds down as the late afternoon sun started to hit the side of the compound and streamed through her windows, casting them in a golden light. Otherwise, he was simply content to sit by her side for the first time in a week without her scurrying out of the room or pretending like he wasn’t here.

He rested his chin on his hand and gazed at Wanda’s shelves and the growing collection of items she’d collected on their travels to personalise her room. A snow globe from Atlanta, a framed picture of the team from their first big mission together, a newspaper clipping, one of the few that spoke kindly of her.

“Was I wrong,” he murmured to the air, “to think we were becoming something more?”

“Vis?” Came Wanda’s quiet voice and Vision was surprised to feel her fingers brushing his knee. He turned to her to see she was blinking blearily up at him.

“You’re ok,” Vision assured her instinctively, moving closer to lift the cloth from her forehead. “How are you feeling?”

“Like crap,” she muttered thickly. “Can I have some water?”  

“Just a moment.” Vision stood and sped out the room and to the kitchen where he hurriedly filled up a glass and was back at her side in seconds. She managed a soft smile when he reappeared, the first smile he’d seen in a week, which almost had him stumbling as he returned.

He offered his hand to steady her as she sat up a little and took the water from him. When she leant back once more, her eyes were on him darting about his face and he quickly schooled his expression to be free of the worry nagging his heart.

“Is there anything else you need?” Vision asked.

“No,” Wanda sighed sleepily, “just rest I think.”

“Would you like me to leave?” Vision nearly kicked himself for saying what he feared out loud, for providing such an easy opportunity to let her push him away again.

“No.”

“You don’t sound sure.”

In silent response Wanda turned her head away from him and bit her lip.

“You’re ill and tired, we shouldn’t have this conversation right now,” Vision said, aware of the fact that he was buying time for himself before she could give him the answer he feared.

“Please don’t be angry,” Wanda said and then so quietly, Vision thought he had imagined it, “it’s for the best.”

He’d been ready to stand and leave the room but at this took one of her hands in his, squeezing it in what he hoped she took as reassurance. “I am not angry at you, I could never be angry at you. I am worried.”

“But I’ve been avoiding you without explanation,” Wanda huffed raising her free hand to rub the sleep from her eyes.

“Well, I suppose there is that,” Vision relented, “but please know I would never be angry at you for wanting space, I admit I was hurt but if you could explain things to me, if there’s anything I’ve done that you haven’t liked—”

Wanda laughed, or it sounded like something close to a laugh, coarse and cynical more than anything. Vision stopped mid-sentence and looked down at his hands. Distantly, he registered the sound of the front door opening and closing – Steve was back just in time.

“I should go,” Vision said sadly, standing up to leave, “Steve will bring you some soup.”

“Wait no,” Wanda said sitting up and her hands flying out for him. “I wasn’t laughing at you, I swear.”

He could tell she wasn’t lying and slowly let her pull him back down to the bed. Wanda slowly leant against the pillows once more, this moment of exertion had evidently taken it out of her. She closed her eyes even as her hands remained tight on his arm. “The fact that you think you could ever do something I don’t like, is ironic, that’s why I laughed.”

“Ironic?” Vision asked.

Wanda sighed quietly and moved her hands from his arm to his hands, holding them tightly as though prepared to stop him from walking out again. “You want me to spell it out, huh?”

He said nothing.

“I owe you an explanation I suppose,” Wanda said and despite how peaky the sickness was making her look, her cheeks gained a little more colour as she spoke. “You’ve been too good to me, the best part of my days is when I’m with you, I pulled away to see if what I was feeling was real. I thought if I could go a little bit without you then maybe what I was feeling wasn’t that serious,” she jerked her chin to the IV stand next to her, “but my assumptions were correct.”  

“So,” Vision began raising his eyes to meet her unwavering gaze, “what you’re saying is…”

“I’m falling for you and I’m scared about what that means for us,” she said and took a deep breath, “and of losing you.”

“You cannot lose me if you don’t have me,” Vision replied, “and perhaps youcan put aside your feelings. I, however, cannot.” It was true, if this week had taught him anything it was that he needed her in his life, by his side and if she let him, as something more.

Wanda’s eyes shone happily for a moment before she seemed to reign herself in. “I thought I could stop how I’m feeling,” she murmured, “I thought it was for the best, I thought I could protect myself.”

“We could protect each other.”

“Until one of us isn’t there,” Wanda said cynically, “I know this isn’t the kind of job we get to retire from.”

“Is that not more reason to pursue this, while we can?” Vision asked leaning closer.

Wanda didn’t have an answer to this, and Vision felt as though he had said enough for her to think about. He stood up, keeping a hold of her hands for as long as he could before he was forced to let go, stepping away.

“I will go and see if your soup is ready.”

Steve sat with Wanda while she ate the soup, her mind doing backflips over her conversation with Vision.

She wasn’t expecting Steve to be so forthright with his questioning, but he asked her as soon as she finished eating. “Have you fixed things between you and Vision?”

Wanda tried not to let her mouth hang open in surprise. “Not yet,” she muttered letting her spoon drop against the bowl and pushing it towards him.

“I’ve never seen him scared before today, you really gave him a fright.”

Wanda didn’t reply, letting the information sit with her even as the guilt began to fester.

“I don’t say that to make you feel bad,” Steve said, as though reading her mind, “I’m telling you so you know how much he cares about you. I mean he’s a synthezoid, Wanda, we used to worry he wouldn’t feel things and now the problem is him feeling too much? Do you not feel the same?”

Wanda stealthily avoided this question, she hadn’t even confessed the full extent of her emotions to Vis, she wasn’t about to let Steve in on her closely guarded heart just yet. No matter how much his counsel usually helped her. “I just feel this great wave of darkness waiting just beyond our horizon,” she said quietly, afraid to admit the brewing shadows she’d been feeling for months now. “Like something big is on the way, something we can’t stop.”

Steve’s brows furrowed at this, but he persisted. “Wanda, you of all people know how much your own mind can be your biggest enemy,” he said, “so is that really reason enough to ignore the light? Avoiding sad emotions doesn’t necessarily make us feel happy, so what makes you think running from happiness will stop you ever being sad?”

When she was still quiet, he pushed further. “You’ve had more darkness in your life than anyone should, but here’s an opportunity to add a bit of light to those shadows, are you really going to say no?”

She opened her mouth to answer but this time didn’t have the opportunity as Vision phased through the wall, pausing when he saw he’d caught the pair deep in conversation.

“I didn’t mean to interrupt,” he said quickly, but Cap was standing up, taking the empty soup bowl with him.

“It’s ok, I was just leaving.”

Vision pressed his hands together as he walked around her bed hesitantly, keeping his distance. “I wanted to check in on you before bed, are you feeling better?”

“Much better,” Wanda said, but she still felt a little feverish and like she might need to sleep for a week.

“I am glad to hear that,” he murmured, rubbing at the back of his neck, “if you need anything in the night I’m just down the hall.”

“Can’t you stay?” Wanda blurted out before she could lose her nerve again. “Please?”

“If that would help,” Vision replied, and Wanda swore he turned away to hide a smile. When he looked back at her she patted the bed, gesturing for him to join her.

He was careful not to jostle her as he laid down, and Wanda openly admired his grace even as he shyly avoided her gaze.

“I admit I probably wouldn’t have slept tonight; I’d just keep coming in to check your temperature,” Vision conceded as he lay his head against the pillow and Wanda turned to face him. Then, more hesitantly, “Please don’t push me away without warning again.”

“I promise,” she replied without hesitation. “Perhaps I wasn’t sick because of the rain, maybe it was more complicated, like my heart giving up a little when I stubbornly tried not to listen to it.”

Vision chuckled. “I think the rain definitely didn’t help, but your heart makes a good point.”

Wanda smiled tugging the pillow further under her head and placing a hand under her cheek. She scrunched her nose at Vision, unable to stop smiling and extended her hand in invitation. He accepted, bringing one of his own hands up and intertwining their fingers, kissing the back of her hand tenderly.  

“And have you decided to listen to your heart?” He murmured, kissing her hand to punctuate the question.

“I have a very stubborn heart,” she relented, “I couldn’t ignore it even if I tried.”

“I’m glad to hear that,” Vision said smiling at her and shuffling closer.

Wanda pushed back against his chest and Vision immediately halted. “Wait.”

“What’s wrong?”

“You’ll get sick.”

Vision laughed. “Wanda, dear, I am a synthezoid, you couldn’t pass your illness onto me even if you wanted to.”

Wanda tilted her chin up at the challenge. “Well in that case.” She pulled him close and pressed her mouth to his as she’d wanted to hundreds of times. As though in celebration, the lights flickered out and the door slammed shut, submerging them in darkness that had Wanda laughing in embarrassment at her magic’s overreaction. Now cast in shadow, the only light was the soft glow of the mind stone atop Vision’s head, and the faint gleam of his eyes in the night. She used them as guidance to kiss him again, and again, and again. Finding no reason to stop until she felt him smile against her mouth, pulling back a little so that their noses were still brushing and the breath between them was shared. She was done with running from this, not quite sure how they had ever been able to hold themselves back from each other.  

[americasfineasscaptain]

Earth 5432  / Apocalypse AU

Name: Steven Grant Rogers

Steve/Stevie/Captain Rogers/Patient 0

6’3”

Born: 04/07/19**

Army captain

Special forces platoon leader

Survivor

Victim of experimental virus

Family: all deceased.

Mother: Sarah Rogers

Father: Joseph Rogers

Brother: Matthew Joseph Rogers

Powers:

Superhuman strength

Superhuman agility

Moderate Cellular regeneration

Tactical genius

Eidetic memory

Inspiration

Weaknesses:

Iron -weakens him

Silver -weakens him

Grains or small items -arithmomania

Lemon/limes -makes him sick to injest

Mirrors/reflective surfaces- his reflection or appearance seen through a reflective surface isn’t quite normal, though one would be hard-pressed to ascertain how.

Steve Rogers was the only surviving child of the Rogers family. His immune system was weak enough that he was at risk for any disease at large. Unfortunately, before his immune system could finally stabilize, he caught a disease that ended up nearly killing him. Unfortunately, while he managed to survive, his brother wasn’t so lucky. The small family struggled, but eventually life carried on. Unfortunately, tragedy struck again when sergeant Joseph Rogers returned from overseas. Killed by a random act of violence while seeing a local market. Sarah did her best, but with a frail son and grief from the lost of another and her husband, an illness took her as well. Steven was left without a family by the time he was 17.

He joined the army after a physician gave him an experimental treatment that cured the worst of his lingering ailments. He didn’t grow any or gain super powers from that, but he managed to power through with sheer force of will before turning to take the officer route. It was while he was leading his special forces unit that everything started.

A broken vial and pain.

That’s all he remembered afterwards, but the aftereffects were horrifying. He had infected both his enemies and his men while he’d been out of his mind from the effects of the virus. He didn’t remember what happened or what he’d done, but he’d gained nearly a foot in height and had muscles to spare. It was only the fact that he could give his SERE data that anyone could recognize him. Even the men he’d worked with for years couldn’t match him to the frail man he’d been.

After years of trying to understand what he’d been infected with and what it was, things had gone insane. The laboratory he had stayed at while they ran test after test to understand why he was still fine eventually became overrun and they released him in an attempt to escape. Unfortunately, even with whatever he’d been turned into, he couldn’t help them for forever and he was weak and woozy from the testing that they performed. He had no idea how long he’d been imprisoned for, nor what the virus had done. Only that he knew that if anyone found out, he’d be in Yet another facility before he could blink.

@themechcnic hope you don’t mind me piggybacking off your idea.

[capricornus-rex]

Someone Left to Save (13)

Cal Kestis x Reader

Requested by Anon

Summary: The Mantis crew arrives to the capital of Ulfin, in the planet of Pevera, under siege. They meet the local rebel cell spearheaded by the former Republic admiral, Jax Beneb, who seeks to destroy the Empire’s occupation that was aggressively imposed upon while exploiting the planet of its natural resources. A plan is devised to destroy the Imperial’s main base of operations—as well as their influence—in the planet; however, it was a do-or-die mission that you and Cal had gotten yourselves caught in.

A/N: Late post again, but the AO3 version got there first because it was easier to format aaah I want my laptop fixed soon ;_;

Tags: Force-Sensitive! Reader, Inquisitor! Reader, Jedi! Reader, Fake Death, Jedi turned Inquisitor, Seduction to the Dark Side, Turn to the Dark Side, The Dark Side of the Force, Aftermath of Torture, Torture, Psychological Torture, Redemption Arc! Reader, Possible Redemption, Premonitions

Also in AO3

Chapters: 1 – 2 – 3 – 4 – 5 – 6 – 7 – 8 – 9 – 10 – 11 | Previous: Part 12 | Next: Part 14 | Masterlist

13 of ?

It has been hours since Cal encountered you. He’s in the Mantis recovering, and still wrapping his head around everything. In fact, his mind is still in a jumble after your reunion of a duel.

He can’t meditate for long periods of time, he constantly tosses and turns in bed when he decides to rest, and he religiously reads your profile as an Inquisitor on BD-1’s databank.

“Twelfth Sister, huh?” Cal mumbled behind his clasped hands over his lips.

He intently stares at the written portion of your profile.

He pondered out loud, “I don’t even wanna think about how long they’ve kept her there until they broke her, or how long she’s been doing missions until she’s completely desensitized like the rest.”

“Bee…” BD-1 chirped sadly.

Cal shakes his head, erasing such gruesome thoughts.

“No, she’s not like them. She’s still not fully gone yet. I know her…”

BD trills in reply, astonished just how cemented the boy’s resolve and optimism is.

“[Y/N] still has a choice, I hope she understands that,” he added.

A migraine abruptly jabs at Cal like a dagger to the stomach. Screams, explosions, and blaster fire echoed as an awful-sounding medley in his skull. It took him a few good moments before the sounds quietened. His little droid chirped worriedly as he watched Cal shudder and go woozy.

“I think the town’s in trouble, BD!”

BD knew what was up just from that simple outburst, he hopped on Cal’s shoulder before the boy could even stand up and scamper out of his room. He jumped over the set of stairs, slammed a button, and slipped through the entry door left ajar, disappearing from the Mantis; he didn’t run off right away, he waited for the exterior compartment door to open, revealing a compact speeder bike stored inside and sped away to the city.

He already knew the culprit, he only hoped that you haven’t done enough irreversible damage yet.

Contrary to Cal’s foresight, you haven’t wreaked havoc… yet.

Upon your arrival to the small city, you saw how sparse the Imperial security is.

You approached a Stormtrooper donning a red pauldron on his right shoulder, he straightened his posture as soon as he saw you.

“Are these all your men, Commander?”

“No, ma’am, they’re my patrol unit. I have more fanned out in different sectors. Should there be any problem, I’ll have reinforcements ready.”

“Good, because you should. The Jedi’s quite an elusive one,”

“If we spot him, we’ll deal with him,”

You nodded, impressed by this leader’s confidence. You inquired if there are any Purge Troopers dispatched in the city, you called for two of them to your position, they arrived within minutes.

“Two of you come with me,” you commanded with a steel voice. “If you find the Jedi, do not attempt to kill him. He’s mine for the taking.”

The three of you mounted on individual speeders, they followed you. Solely relying on instinct and feeling based on what you had back at the garrison, your party ended up in a small residential compound.

You’ve pinpointed the exact locations where that ripple in the Force is originating—from a house at the western side. However, your welcome wagon from the locals is rather cold. Anyone who can carry a gun held their ground, at the corner of your eye, you spot a little family of three: mother, father, and infant boy.

You knew right away the source.

The man saw through your faceless helmet, father’s intuition spiking up when he knew that exact intention of that ominous turn of your head to his son.

“You,” the ignition of the saber startled everyone, including the family; they held their ground, safety locks from all of the blasters clicked with the barrels aimed either at you or the Purge Troopers. Your men returned the gesture, but you signaled them to hold their fire. You lowered your saber to point at his son. “You know he has it, don’t you?”

Apparently, not many were aware of what you’re talking about, but the parents knew all too well. Even he pointed his own blaster at you. This demonstrative warning didn’t intimidate you, not in the smallest bit, instead you received them with a sinister chuckle—which left them in a collective puzzlement.

In the slightest movement, someone did the first shot but you deflected it with a superhuman precision and speed—intentional or otherwise, they feared for their life as they’ve come to realize they made that mistake. And then in the next split second, they never saw you coming. A barrage of blaster fire came from all sides. A few Stormtroopers near the area got themselves involved when they heard the firefight. While they’re busy exchanging bullets, you went after the mother who ran away from the action; her husband didn’t stand a chance against you—incapacitating him by hammering his jaw with your saber’s pommel.

The apartment where the woman went into hiding was a maze, halls upon halls of doors, she thinks she’s outsmarted you. You stood still and felt for the child’s Force signature amongst the rooms. Its fussing echoed in your mind until you turned to the direction where you think it’s coming from. Your eyes shot open and you bolted through the narrow hallway, a single kick broke down the door—startling both mother and wailing child.

“Don’t make this any harder for me,” you snarled, pointing your saber at the trembling woman.

She didn’t cooperate. Her hand aimlessly wandered the floor in search of anything to throw at you. She threw a small statuette in your face but you casually dodged it—all too easy, but it vexed you that she did exactly what you didn’t want her to do. When she found herself helpless, she scrambled up to her feet and made a run for it—but you were faster. The chase led to a dead end, you snuck up behind her as she looks at the wall with sheer horror in her eyes.

“I told you to not make it harder for me, woman,” you hiss from behind, and gave her the same fate as her husband.

You broke her fall by catching her, along with the child whom you snatched from her arms, you returned to the scene of the action only to hear not a hail of projectiles but silence, the baby seems to be calmed down by it. You stopped where you stood, listening for a sign of fighting, but there was nothing. You prepared yourself for whatever you’re going to see. The residents are gone—probably scampered back to their homes—and your Purge Troopers had Cal preoccupied, his back was turned to you as he fought them off, a couple of Stormtroopers lay dead on the ground evidently Cal’s handiwork.

Cal spots you, the Purge Troopers withdraw from the fight when they read the room. The young Jedi immediately turned around to the direction where the enemies were looking at.

“Well now, two heroics in a row! That ought to be a new record, darling,”

“I know what you’re planning to do with that kid, [Y/N]!”

You nasally scoffed, “Trilla was right. You are uncharacteristically prescient!”

“Why don’t you come and face me! It’s me you want!”

“What a brilliant idea!” You gestured at one Purge Trooper to come and retrieve the child. You spotted Cal flinching as soon as the trooper’s hands touched the baby’s swaddle. Both you and the troopers were alerted and positioned in different stances.

“Ah-ah-ah!” you cautiously held your hand above the child’s face. “Don’t do anything that you’d regret, Cal! Believe me, I still have enough humanity to not kill a child in cold blood. Do not convince me otherwise.”

Cal stood down, giving in to your bluff, and forced himself to relax—despite having an Electrohammer Purge Trooper standing behind him with his held in an offensive stance. He watches the other Purge Trooper scoop the child off your arms, your lightsaber takes its place in your hands. Igniting both ends, you point the haloed sleeve in front of the Jedi.

“Let’s dance, darling!”

Finishing what you started, you locked blades with Cal once again. This time, your arena has gotten wider and more open. Cal had no time in apprehending the Purge Troopers with the child and escaped on their speeder bikes. He split his sabers and dual-wielded to match you, but it was useless, he didn’t even realize that you have gotten more skillful and stronger. He’d hate to admit that he was saved by sheer luck back at the temple.

He comes charging at you with an overhead strike, but both ends of your saber blocked left and right sabers altogether. Cal saw the whites of your knuckles as you put more pressure on your gripping arm, your boots barely skidded in the dust when his attack landed on your block, and you flashed him a cocky yet ominous smirk.

“You feel it, don’t you? My strength—it’s too great to bear, isn’t it?”

Although covered, Cal sees the prideful, malicious grin stretched across your face through that dark mask; he could’ve sworn he saw the glint in your eyes—they were sorrowful in expression masking it with rage until no one can mistake it for the other. He knew that you’re still human, unlike the others you call brothers and sisters.

“But you’re no better for what you are right now!”

Cal pushes you away with the Force, enough to put some space between you and himself. You then lobbed your saber at him, spinning like a fan, cutting the air in a clean semi-circle, and he deflected it—as expected—before catching it. You did it a second time, and again, he succeeded in deflecting it.

“Remember what Cere taught us: as long as we’re alive, we will always have a choice!”

“Funny,” your hand snappily catches your saber. “I knew you were gonna say something like that!”

He cancels out the third time you’re about to fling your saber at him, and finally deals some damage—one of the few instances that he actually does—and gradually regained his momentum in the  battle. The two of you have become so enamored in the fight that both of you didn’t notice you’ve moved to the back of the compound, away from the main square where the duel initiated.

In this smaller space, you two were completely alone. The intensity felt more intimate yet frightening. Cal saw how your eyes blazed with hatred and anger for him, albeit misplaced and corrupted within you.

“[Y/N], please listen to me: I didn’t abandon you. I swear it,” he calmly said, through the intertwining of your blades.

“Spare me, Cal, I—”

You notice his sleeve roll down, the glimmer of metal caught your eye. You recognize your bracelet worn around his wrist. For a brief second, your block loosened and he felt it.

“You… You kept it?”

“Always have,” Cal takes a deep breath. “And I’m sorry for this, [Y/N].”

Cal pulls the same trick he did on Trilla. In order to disarm you: he switched off his saber mid-block which, in turn, caught you off-guard for a second time—with the sight of the bracelet being the first, spontaneous one—and staggered you real hard. Before you could even react or resist, he inflicts Force Slow on you—and so your limbs felt heavy and hard like stone, it feels as though you’re being encased in wet plaster that’s drying off quickly. While the chance is ripe for the taking, he runs up to you and takes your hand. The wave of emotions thrashing in you like a wild ocean riptide was overwhelming, but he fought it and there’s literally nothing you can do about it.

And that’s where he saw every, single thing.

Fed with lies. Trained with hate. Survived by agony.

Cal’s Force Echo on yourself was painless but it made you a tad bit nauseated. You could feel your very life essence being forcibly siphoned out of your body, at the same time, your memories and feelings transfer to Cal—as if he was the one experiencing them firsthand.

The prickle of electric current on his skin made his nerves jerk, enough to prompt his muscles to let go; the great exhaustion that your body endured burdened itself on Cal’s chest—making him feel out of breath—then the deafening clash of weapons, the battle grunts, and all the taunts meant to torment your mind: all of those Cal endured, through the trance of the Force Echo.

You fight the tears from escaping your eyes, but he didn’t, he let them trickle on his cheeks; withstanding the pain took more willpower than matching your strength in the swordfight.

“Oh [Y/N]... what have they done to you?” he gasped.

“They… made me stronger!” you struggled to speak while under the influence of the Force Slow.

Cal shakes his head, tightening his grip around your hand, “No, that isn’t strength. This isn’t you.”

The gentleness in his voice vexed you and touched at the same time. More emotions pile on top of the other as they conflict in you, the confusion was mind-numbing.

“You just don’t want to admit it, because you’re afraid,” he added.

You’re on the verge of tears, because even if you don’t want to admit it, he’s somewhat right and you hate how right he always is.

“I am not afraid!” you hiccuped, nearly sobbing. “I don’t have to be afraid of the Inquisitors, you, or anything!”

You finally broke free from the hold of the Slow, you violently shook off Cal’s hand from yours, and popped a flashbomb to escape. When the smoke had cleared, Cal found himself alone in that small backside of the compound. More Stormtroopers flooding into that space gave him company, completely surrounding him; just when they thought they had the upper hand, their mistake of underestimating them became their undoing, the Jedi made quick work and felled them all, clearing the path for himself back to the Mantis while you hopped on another speeder and fled out of the city to return to the garrison.

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Jorja Smith has unveiled a standout new video for latest track ‘By Any Means’. The powerful video (directed by Otis Dominique and Ellington Hammond) shines a spotlight on communities across the UK, complimenting the track’s vital message around social issues and the civil rights movement. As noted by Jorja about the track: "The inspiration behind 'By Any Means' really came from going to the Black Lives Matter protest and leaving thinking, what can I do to keep this conversation going? It’s not just a post on social media, it's life.” ‘By Any Means’ is the first track to be unveiled from a new project titled ‘Reprise’, curated by the team at Roc Nation with the sole aim of bringing awareness to social justice issues. A portion of proceeds will go to funding organisations that support victims of police brutality, hate crimes, and other violations of civil rights. [via Dork]

Madison, WI-bred and Chicago-based band Slow Pulp recently announced Moveys, their self-produced debut album, and shared its first single 'Idaho.' Now the band shares another song off of the forthcoming record, entitled 'Falling Apart.' The track, featuring Alex G collaborator Molly Gemer on violin, is accompanied by a fantastical music video about feeling lost in a familiar landscape. Director Jake Lazovick, places Emily in a transient world, surrounded by flying objects and missing pieces. The clip features nostalgic animations, body doubles for social distancing purposes, and an homage to Massey's background as a ballet dancer. Read more about the song from Massey below: "As we were finishing up writing the album my parents got into a serious car accident and I came back home to help take care of them. A couple of weeks later COVID-19 started getting worse in the US, and quarantine began. Life felt completely surreal, everything had drastically changed and at such a rapid pace. It was especially strange because everyone was experiencing the same thing at the same time, but couldn’t be physically with each other to support each other. I felt like I couldn’t process any emotions I had about the whole ordeal because I had to keep it together to take care of my family. It became easier to stay numb, and create a facade that I was doing ok, than it was to release any type of healthy emotion for a long time. Luckily I did allow myself to have a full on breakdown induced by a stubbed toe and confusion over taxes, sometimes it’s the littlest things that finally get you."

Soap Detox met a party, and somehow their friendship sustained during the lengthy hangover that followed. A frisky Swedish three-piece with a lust for melody and good times, their raucous garage-pop is already making waves in their homeland. A full EP is incoming, with Soap Detox trailing this with their irresistible new single 'Give Me Gore'. A three minute fuzz pop wonder, it's a clanking, cheeky, subversive statement from a group who thrive on such things. The video features their shorn-headed lead singer in full form, accompanied by her band mates. Directed by Evelyn Del Carmen and Ebba Sylvan, you can check it out above. [via Clash]

It’s been a decade since we’ve heard from multi-hyphenate musician and producer The Angel, who last made a splash as a musician in 2009 with her single 'Ultra Light,' which featured the singer/producer Jhelisa on vocals. Focusing more on her career in film/TV composition and music production in recent years, she’s planning to return to recording her own music later this year with a new LP entitled Xtra Sensory Goodness. Now we’re getting the first taste of this project, which is yet another collaboration with the vocalist Jhelisa. “Jhelisa and I have become close friends over the years,” she explains. “There’s a lot of sisterly love and mutual respect between us, so Jhelisa already understood the mournful weight of the track before I asked to feature her. I’m always grateful that she’s willing to experiment with me because it’s not something she does lightly. Jhelisa beautifully channels the essence of whatever emotion needs to come through in the most evocative and visceral way.”  The song arrives beautifully packaged with an entrancing video directed by none other than Mark Pellington (along with co-directors Sergio Pinheiro and Sweeten), known for his concert docs for Pearl Jam, INXS, and The Flaming Lips, as well as an extensive music-videography including iconic visuals for Public Enemy, Nine Inch Nails, and plenty more artists. “I wanted the song to sound like a memory, like you’ve entered someone else’s dream space,” The Angel continues, noting how the video perfectly syncs to the song’s mood. “The emotion is contained, very internal, so I juxtaposed a vocal vulnerability against a driving, incessant rhythm, where you can feel the underlying tension at the same time as experiencing the gentle plea, ‘Where’s my shelter…?’” [via Flood]

A few weeks ago, Ciara gave birth to her son Win. Last night, she shared a video that she evidently recorded while she was very, very pregnant. Ciara’s new song 'Rooted' is a statement of Black pride, a clear statement of solidarity with the protest movement that’s swept across America and the rest of the world these past few months. It’s a hard, kinetic track with vocals from the songwriter Esther Dean. But the song, at least right now, feels more like a vehicle for the video. Like a lot of Ciara videos, the 'Rooted'” clip is built around bodies dancing. In this one, though, one of those bodies belongs to Ciara, who dances with her belly exposed and who looks like she’s about to give birth any second. To watch someone dance this hard while that pregnant is an actual marvel, a near-superhuman feat. The 'Rooted' video is full of Black iconography, and it features the faces of George Floyd and Breonna Taylor. All throughout, Ciara presents an image of motherly strength. Annie Bercy directs. [via Stereogum]

Hazel English releases the new video for her single ‘Five And Dime’ taken from her debut album Wake UP! which is out now on Marathon Artists. ‘Five and Dime’ is a woozy, idyllic view into Hazel’s world, which is built on timeless-sounding melodies, retro-tinged soundscapes and a knack for resonant lyrics. The mid-tempo number is reminiscent of the playful love songs of ’60s pop, as Hazel frustratedly muses on a love interest who is consuming her thoughts and detracting from her focus, “Gotta get away cause you’re taking up all of my time / You know I need my space so I’m heading to the Five and Dime.” Speaking about the new video, Hazel says: “'Five and Dime' is about longing for escape and freedom so I thought it would be fun to create an idyllic beach vacation, constructed from a set with cardboard cut out waves and fake palm trees. The idea behind it is that while I'm fantasizing about escaping to a tropical place, it's clear I'm just kind of stuck in this pretend version of it. I wanted to evoke the nostalgia of Hollywood musicals from the '50s and '60s, complete with dance choreography and bright colourful costumes.”

Katy Perry has released her second video for 'Smile,' featuring the pop star playing a video game version of herself as she battles giant spiders, circus trapeze acts and more while dressed as a clown. Much of the video is in CGI, with a live-action Perry playing the video game in her house (while also dressed as a clown). [via Rolling Stone]

Global superstar, Miley Cyrus has unveiled 'Midnight Sky,' a track that showcases a new direction for the always evolving artist.  The song, which was inspired by the past year of her life, is accompanied by a video that Miley self-directed.  In creating the song and video, Miley drew from strong female musical icons, like Stevie Nicks, Joan Jett, and Debbie Harry, who have always been so generous, and have been her greatest allies and inspiration.  The video showcases Miley as her true self: unapologetic, diverse, sexy, confident, experimental, and strong. The video takes viewers through Miley’s creative vision which displays her complete control of the narrative often told through the mouths of the media. Miley is at peace with who she is and has nothing to prove. As a musician she continues to push boundaries and experiment with her sound and look. Miley has proven to be many things, but boring is not one of them.

Chelsea Collins is nonconformist pop singer with a vision. For the captivating new 'Water Run Dry,' a collaboration with rapper, singer and fellow Bay Area-native 24kGoldn, Collins's infectious pop melodies glide over a hypnotic beat. Relatable lyrics about a faltering relationship reveal a depth of experience for the 21-year-old, with a wistful chorus lamenting, "there's no good in goodbye." The Roxana Baldovin-directed visuals for the track are an eyeful — Collins and 24kGoldn play house in an oversized, colorful California dollhouse, interspersed with images of a little girl playing with literal Barbies. The message? "I wanted this song and video to execute the world that's inside of my head — somewhat similar to a weird vintage rom com where at first the drama of love is so toxic, passionate and thrilling but eventually my lover and I have a happy ending," Collins tells NYLON. "Unfortunately reality isn't as fun and it kinda feels like some cranky dude is controlling your path, who's lowkey salty whenever something feels too amazing," she continues. "My intuition will tell me to run, but I'm notorious for acting like a Stepford wife, trying to recreate my past feelings yet they're all super robotic. Maybe one day I'll get lucky and love won't have to be so bittersweet, but until then I'll learn to smile even when things blow up in my face." [via NYLON]

Kali Uchis shared the visuals for her latest single 'Aquí Yo Mando' on Monday. Featuring a verse in Spanglish by Rico Nasty, the single is Kali's first release since her TO FEEL ALIVE EP from earlier this year. The Phillipa Price-directed clip finds the pair on a weapons-filled rampage, dropping bodies in underground parking lots and filming each other along the way. With co-production by reggaeton hitmaker Tainy, the booming track sees Uchis assertively laying some ground rules over trappy 808s. "Haces todo lo que diga (You do everything that I say)," she raps. “Si estás conmigo solo mando yo (If you’re with me, only I call the shots).” [via The FADER]

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Noctis really should be more careful with what he said when around vampires. Then again, the poor boy had hsrdly been oit of Insomnia, didn't know the dangers of the world up close and personal yet. Well, he was about to have a crash course. "Well, if you insist~" He purred, a tilt of his hat and a smirk, thr motion of his arm extended to draw the eye as he used his superhuman speed to appear behind Noctis and hold him steady. "I do thank you for offering, I was getting rather peckish." Before anyone could do anything else, fangs sank into the young man's supple flesh and Ardyn attempted not to moan his appreciation at the rich flavour. And soon, Noctis would belong to him, as was his due. || Vamp!Ardyn

One second Ardyn was safely in his line of sight, the next he was behind him, a firm arm holding him securely in place as a pair of sharp fangs tore into his flesh. He tensed and let out a pained cry, arms thrashing around as he struggled against the hold before the blood loss made him woozy enough to slump against Ardyn’s chest.

“Son of a bitch...”

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Silver and Tears || Adam and Kaden

TIMING: Takes place immediately following The Killing Moon PARTIES: @walker-journal and @chasseurdeloup SUMMARY: Adam finds a fallen hunter and has to make a decision

Adam’s gear jostled as he made a boot camp hustle towards the distant sound of disturbance. The moon was a swollen argent sphere beyond the thick ceiling of branches, casting the forest in a wane selenic ambiance. Pools of moonlight seemed to form in the gaps between trees and cast the gore covering the busy Hunter into ugly black streaks and stray pieces of fur. Freshly cut pelts thudly wetly against the M4 carbine also slung over Adam’s shoulder. This night had been a hectic one, and Adam’s current hunt had been drawn off course by a frenzy of barking.

Cold brown eyes searched the woodland as he drew nearer, dilated in the darkness and adrenaline. At first when Adam saw the limp form and frantically barking dog he assumed that he'd come upon just one more victim of the lunar frenzy, far from the first he’d seen tonight. But as he hustled up a brush-covered ravine and vaulted over a great fallen tree, features became visible amidst a veil of blood.  

“Kaden?!”

The Walkers had raised their children to be soldiers in the Great War against the Hell dimensions. Even for superhuman soldiers wounds were inevitable, and Adam’s training kicked in, drowning all questions in the race against time that colored all First Response efforts. Adam sprinted to Kaden, eyes scanning the darkness to guard against the all-to-common tactic of wounded allies being left as bait for an ambush. However the pale moon-drenched woods were silent other than the dog’s barking and inquisitive whine as Adam drew near.

“Hey man, you still there? If you can I need you to speak to me. It’s Adam, you in there Kade?”

Keeping up similar requests for response, Adam slid out of his heavy gear and began checking Kaden’s pulse and shining a flashlight in his eyes.

Kaden woke up, blinking at the lights shining in his eyes. Great. Not dead. That was a good start. He heard Abel first, whining, upset. The voice was familiar. Hard to place for a moment, focus was still coming back slowly. And everything was still woozy. “Stop shining that fucking light,” he grumbled. He tried to piece together the events just before. Woods. Hunting. Werewolf. No, the werewolf. Then a scream. His vision still not all the way back, Kaden went to push himself up. “Where? Wolf, there was a… Scream. And… Regan.” Oh bad idea, really bad idea, world started spinning again. Lying down was better. “Walker?” he said, finally placing the voice and now that his eyes were covered in less stars and white patches. “When’d you get here?”

Though Adam Walker would have liked to have entertained surprise that Doctor Kavanagh was involved in all this somehow, at this point it would’ve been disingenuous. The wounds on Kaden were consistent with a werewolf, but ‘The Werewolf’ left him at a loss. However Kaden’s eyes were responsive and focusing on the light, which was something at least. Adam clicked off the flashlight and began tending to Kaden with a practiced motions that possessed military efficiency but probably left much to be desired in the tender beside manner department.

“Just now, was following something when I heard your dog raising hell.”

From his bags Adam retrieved a flask of a bright orange liquid that was luminous in the darkness, like a piece of warm sunset that contrasted sharply with the washed out selenic forest. He unstopped the top, filling the air with the scent of pungent spices that brought to mind rosewater and the mingled redolence of bazaars beneath the hot desert sun. “Drink up,”  Adam commanded, placing the flask to Kaden’s lips. “It’ll ease your body out of shock and clear your head some.” Adam didn't add that it would also help make his death painless should it come to that. Hopefully Kaden was not too far gone here.

For a moment, Kaden entertained the thought of going back to sleep. That sounded nice. Less pain. Less spinning. Abel’s whine jolted him back. Nope, sleep was bad. Passing out again was bad. He drank whatever the hell it was Adam gave him and it was helping. Slowly. Things were coming back. “The scream. You heard it right?” He thought about sitting up again but thought better of it. For once. His arm felt fur brush up against him and then warmth against his side. Kaden reached over to pet his dog. His very good dog who couldn’t hunt a damn thing but probably saved his life all the same. Well, hopefully. Jury was still out. “Did you see a werewolf? A black… Black with a mark.” With the hand not currently petting his dog, he drew the sign in the air. Well, tried to. And even when not half conscious, he wasn’t a great artist. “My camp. It’s.. It’s not far.”

Part way into his ministrations Adam was faced with a choice. Adam was no physician but the mauling Kaden had suffered was bad, the kind of bad where that camp would probably be where Adam dug a grave.What magic Adam knew could make anti-venoms with the proper herbs and maybe a warding seal with lots of blood and luck, but lifting Kaden’s shirt made it clear that even the military hydrophilic foam in his backpack couldn’t stop internal bleeding like this.

“Nope sorry man, didn’t hear the scream.”

Did the Banshee scream for Kaden? Wasn’t that certain death? Could Adam even prevent something like that? Should...he stop fate like that?

Adam looked from his brother Hunter, maybe fated to die, to the tiny vial in his first aid kit, the most valuable possession Adam owned. Seconds ticked by, and the window of choice narrowed.

Fuck monsters and their magic. Fae weren’t God. They were just thin-blooded mutants who licked to dress up their powers in gradiouse superstition. Fuck them. This is happening.

“Nope, killed myself a red Lycan and a white Dip, but no black wolf..”

The most expensive prescription drug on the market was Myalept at 71,301 bucks for a single dose. A vial of Phoenix Tears the size of Adam’s pinky? Well that made Myalept look like fucking lunch money.

Adam took a swath of bandages and winced only slightly as he poured his entire college tuition over the cloth. It’d been a gift from Mom, pure life taken from one of the rarest supernatural beings in the world. But if Adam let another man die when he had the power to save him. How could he ever be worthy of that gift?

Adam tore the part of Kaden’s clothes that covered the wound, and applied the world's most expensive piece of sports bandaging. He secured the moist cloth against the most lethal parts of the wound to ensure maximum regenation. He placed the empty vial in his First Aid kid without comment and shouldered his bags.

“Sure thing man,” he said, hoisting his backpack and supporting Kaden to his feet if the other Hunter let him. “Let’s get to camp”

Kaden tried to scrunch his face in confusion but it was feeling like a lot of effort just then. “Are you deaf, Walker? Scream… the, you know…” There was no way anyone in the woods that night hadn’t heard it. Wait. Regan. Did that mean? He’d initially been worried a monster was after her, that something had found her. That the werewolf might have. Then he remembered. Other hunters. Wardens. They all heard it, too. They had to. Merde. No, he wasn’t-- he couldn’t let that-- Get up. He had to get up. He couldn’t let that fucking wolf take another person away from him that he-- Why wasn’t he able to get up?

“Putain. That wolf it… it was the one. Killed my parents. I know it. Almost… had him.” The longer he lay there, the less he was able to feel. Not his toes, or the tips of his fingers brushing through his dog’s fur. Slow, delayed panic rose in him as Adam kept on doing whatever it was he was doing there to his wounds. Kaden kept running his hands through Abel’s fur, slowly, feeling the rise and fall of his breathing. One deep breath. He couldn’t say what it was but guess whatever he’d given him earlier must have been kicking in. Feeling started flowing through him again. It hurt and was wobbly, but leaning on Abel and then Walker, he was up and walking. Well, hobbling.

Adam nearly tripped when Kaden explained the context of the encounter. Holy Shite. Yeah sure, family dying to monsters was an inevitability of Hunter life. Adam’s own father had sacrificed himself in a Rift event three years ago. However Adam Walker wasn’t yet a Hunter who had lived too long, and still felt the pang of empathy when Kaden spoke. He remembered the rage, loss, and helplessness he’d felt when the news had arrived from Jerusalem. Grim as it was, Dad dying as a hero during something as vast and impersonal as a demon rift was easier than something like this. Adam couldn’t imagine what’d it’d be like to lose both parents, especially to an individual person who had the fucking audacity to still be breathing after the act.

What could he say? How could he answer something like that?

“Holy fuck, well can try and track it after you get patched up,” was the best Adam could manage. He wasn’t exactly the guy people called on for comfort that wasn’t binging related, not that he imagined Kaden would exactly be receptive to a heart to heart in a time like this.

“I was in some of the old mining caves past the river,” Adam explained in a belated response to the previous line of inquiry. “A Lycan had dragged a couple into a kind of den type thing, couldn’t hear much down there.”

There was a tricky pit near a ravine, but in due course Adam supported Kadan over his shoulder towards a clearing that matched the older Hunter’s description.

“Alright, think we're almost to the camp here.”

“This time next month. Dead. He’s dead.” Or he would be. One way or another. If it was the last thing Kaden did. This was the second time Kaden almost died to that piece of filth werewolf. Walking away, no dead bodies, felt like a failure. Guess that checked out for his life on the whole as of late. The trek back to his camp felt longer than he though possible. He hadn’t strayed that far, had he? Then again the whole almost died thing probably put a damper on that speed thing.

Walker’s explanation about the scream didn’t make sense. No way a cave would dampen that sound. Kaden wasn’t sure he cared. And he didn’t think it was wise to alert another hunter to the fact there was a banshee in the woods. Especially if that banshee was who he was sure it was. Best keep that close to his chest. Just in case. “Strange.You didn’t hear it. Sounded like a monster. Maybe it was just the wolf and the blood loss thing fucking with my head.”

The camp came into view and a wave of relief washed over him. Only, Kaden figured it might be a bad idea to stay there outside overnight on a full moon by himself while injured. Putain. “Thanks, Walker. For, you know.” Saving his fucking life. “You’re a better hunter than I am. Pretty fucking sure.” For a lot of reasons. He went to take a seat in the chair he’d brought with him, placed by his makeshift fire pit. “Bad idea to stay here, right? Like this?” He winced at the thought of moving more. He just wanted to curl up in his sleeping bag and go to bed. “Too much trouble to ask for a ride back?”

“Maybe,” Adam said noncommittally. However Kaden seemed to buy his lie or have other things like mind-boggling pain to worry about. The truth of why he hadn’t heard the scream was a kettle of fish he wasn’t ready to go into right now. Maybe when comrades weren’t two steps from death.

Kaden got seated and Adam began unpacking some things, offering some water Kaden’s way. “No I’m not,” Adam said, a knife twisting in his gut at the memory of when he’d stopped being a Hunter and fallen to be no better then the things he hunted. “You’d do the same for me. We’re just brothers serving humanity,” Adam said, reiterating the abnegation-focused philosophy he’d been raised with. Only the cause mattered. Hunters were born to be unseen servants and protectors to humans. Glory and status were immaterial.

“I’m not leaving you to go get the car, because we don’t know if ...It..or some packmates are still out there,” Adam said. “I’m gonna call Harper and Sanchez,” he continued, flipping through his phone. “They can bring their pick-up and we’ll get you a doc.”

“Rest up Kade, you’ve seen him now. The fucker’s gonna wish he finished the job.”

[gamerwoo]

Jihoon: The Last Of The Real Ones

Characters: Jihoon x reader (gender neutral)

Genre/warnings: superhero/superhuman au, angst, fluff, mild violence, blood, mentions of kidnapping and torture

Word count: 6,406

Summary: ‘Cause you’re the last of a dying breed. Write our names in the wet concrete. I wonder if your therapist knows everything about me. I’m here in search of your glory, there’s been a million before me. That ultra kind of love you never walk away from. You’re just the last of the real ones.

a/n: this is inspired by The Last Of The Real Ones by Fall Out Boy. I also wrote reader to be taller than Jihoon bc that’s just how I pictured them, but I tried to keep it gender neutral :] 

Seventeen Song Series

Supers were hard as hell to come by. They typically stayed in hiding due to all of the people in the world that would kill to get their hands on one to shape and mold it into whatever kind of weapon they wanted. They were so hard to find, in fact, that people had thought they were completely wiped out or something.

Jihoon had known better. He knew they weren’t completely gone because he wasn’t gone. But the world didn’t need to know that, so he continued to live his life under the radar. He went to college like a normal kid, he walked to and from the bus stop and took public transport to school and then back home, and he did his shopping while keeping to himself. To the world, Jihoon was average, and he had yet to find anybody else like him.

Until he met you.

Jihoon was walking home one night from the bus stop, his backpack hanging off his shoulders as he kept his hands shoved deep in his pockets. He didn’t like making eye contact with people, and he didn’t like letting his eyes wander to see what other people were doing. He just liked to keep to himself and mind his own business, so his brown eyes stayed on the ground.

“Get off me!” he heard a voice grunt off to his right.

As an instinctive reaction, his eyes flashed up before they found an alleyway off to his right a few feet away. His feet continued to bring him forward before he was peering down the alley, just wanting to glance to make sure it wasn’t anything dangerous before carrying on his way. However, he saw a man pushing himself up against a girl, the girl’s back against the brick siding of the building behind her as she tried to shove him away from her.

While Jihoon did like to mind his own business, he knew this was a situation he couldn’t just ignore. He was about to shrug off his backpack and go intervene when he saw a shadow drop down from one of the rooftops, landing on the top of a dumpster with a bang. The person landed on the ball of one foot and their other knee, one hand holding them up. It was such a stereotypical superhero stance straight out of a cartoon, and yet, Jihoon couldn’t help but think it looked damn cool.

The shadowed figure looked up, eyes glowing a dusty lilac color that was easily visible in the darkness of the night. The girl gasped, and even the man started to back away. None of them had ever seen anything like that before, but Jihoon recognized eyes like that. He saw his own in a mirror a few times when he tested his power. His glowed a grey-ish color, though, but he was still used to the weird glow.

The figure raised their bare hand, palm out to the man before pushing away from them. Without even touching the man, he went flying back, his back hitting the wall of the opposite building as the air left his body with a huff. He collapsed onto the ground as the figure casually slid off of the dumpster, standing protectively in front of the girl.

Now that they were completely standing, Jihoon could see they were dressed in tight, black clothing with a black mask that covered half their face. Their hair was pulled back out of their face and tucked into a hood that was tight around their face, and he could barely make out their silhouette in the dark alleyway. Jihoon was surprised by their attire because they looked like they were trying to be some sort of ninja.

“Go,” they said over their shoulder to the girl, nodding their head toward the opening of the alley.

“Thank you, Void!” the girl said breathlessly before running off in the direction of safety, pushing passed Jihoon.

The person -- Void -- made eye contact with Jihoon, the glow in their eyes dulling before they swiftly kicked the man without even looking as he ran at them before they quickly lept back onto the dumpster, jumped to reach the fire escape, and made their way back to the rooftop where they disappeared.

Maybe he wasn’t the only super after all. He just wasn’t sure who that person was, but he wanted to find them again.

-

You were a superhero of sorts -- the city had deemed you one, anyway. News headlines, pictures, articles all about you -- you were like some sort of real life Batman with the way you hid in the shadows and only came out to defeat bad guys. Nobody even knew what you looked like, but they could recognize the all-black outfit you wore.

Jihoon had learned all of this that night when he couldn’t fall asleep. His mind was racing with thoughts of this other super that willingly showed themselves to normal people. But now he understood -- you were there to protect them, and they recognized you as a friend and hero. He had thought the ‘superhero’ idea had all but died out with the supers’ hope of fitting in, but here you were to shine some sort of beacon of hope -- not necessarily for Jihoon because there was no way he was going out of his way to be noticed when he tried so hard to stay under the radar, but for other supers that might be out there.

But the fact you were some sort of vigilante that protected people in danger gave Jihoon an idea on how he’d see you again. He had questions for you that needed answers. It was almost an odd instinct that Jihoon had to try to befriend this other super since he was all alone.

Maybe that was it -- he felt lonely.

So Jihoon did something really stupid the next night. He went out to a bar not too far from his apartment and started a fight with the first big dude he saw outside. The guy clearly had a couple beers in him, and he was leaning up against the side of the building smoking a cigarette. Jihoon went right up to him, kicked him in the shin, and then punched him in the mouth when the guy was bent over.

That explained why you found Jihoon the way you did. This poor, tiny boy had blood running from his nose and down his lips, and already had a bruised eye. You thought this was just some big, drunk guy pounding on somebody significantly smaller than him, but it was actually just Jihoon causing trouble just for the hell of it -- well, technically to see you, but still. So you ran to jump in, pushing the man off before you stood protectively in front of the smaller boy that had fallen to the sidewalk. Your eyes glowed their soft purple as you prepared for a fight. Thankfully, the man’s tipsy state had him terrified of your eyes, screaming that you were a ghost before he ran off down the street.

You turned to the boy still on the ground behind you. He looked completely harmless with wide brown eyes and a baby-like face as he looked up on you. Actually, he looked straight-up innocent -- adorable, even. You weren’t sure why some giant man with tattoos would beat on somebody like this.

You crouched down to examine him, your head tilting to one side as your eyes went back to their normal color. Jihoon was in awe of how close you were, unable to think of what to do or say next.

“You okay?” you asked, your voice slightly muffled by your mask.

Hearing your voice speaking to him, Jihoon came back to his senses, shrugging as he didn’t want to come off as weak to you.

“I guess so,” he mumbled.

“Here,” you sighed as you stood up, holding a hand out to help him up, “I’ll get you home. You look like you’re in pretty bad shape.”

While Jihoon would’ve declined the offer from anybody else, he took your hand and let you pull him to his feet. He had to look up at you to see your eyes, and you almost chuckled because this guy looked like you could carry him all the way home without a problem. But instead, you moved to stand beside him, motioning that you wanted to put an arm around his waist.

“May I?”

Jihoon just shrugged, lifting his arm so you could get yours around him. He rested his hand on your shoulder closest to him before you started to help him limp home. You had to bite your tongue to not ask if you could just carry him on your back since it would be faster.

After a few minutes of complete silence other than Jihoon’s soft grunts and hisses of pain, he finally asked, “So...you’re...Void…?”

You chuckled with a nod, “Yeah, I guess so -- that’s what everybody calls me.”

“Because of all the black you wear?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Your power doesn’t even have anything to do with a void.”

“What are they gonna call me? Force?” you snorted before turning serious. “Wait, that’s not bad…”

“You seem to really like this superhero thing…” he noticed with a grumble. He wasn’t sure why that annoyed him. Maybe because he was afraid of having a power while you were almost worshiped for it.

“Enough about me,” you decided, looking down at him. “What’s your name?”

He stared back up at you in silence for a moment before finally breaking. “Jihoon.”

“Alright, Jihoon,” you began, “what’s a kid like you doing getting beat up outside a bar by a guy like that?”

“I’m not a kid,” he stated, a harshness to his voice. “I’m an adult -- I was born in ‘96.”

“Sorry,” you laughed softly, “I didn’t mean it like you were a literal kid.”

“Oh… Sorry, I’m just used to the jokes like that since I’m...y’know…”

“Height doesn’t mean shit,” you scoffed. “Take that guy outside the bar for instance -- he was taller than both of us and still ran away.”

“I think any normal person would run away if they were up against a super,” Jihoon figured before he was gesturing to the building you were walking up to with his other hand. “This is my building.”

You turned to help him up the steps, mumbling to yourself, “I should clean you up and stuff.”

Jihoon had to bite his tongue to not let out an automatic response like ‘I can do it myself’. He still wanted his answers, and to do that, he’d need to talk to you in private. If he had to let it be known he was a super, too, he wasn’t going to do it in public. He refused to have anybody know what he really was but he had to gain your trust.

When you got up to the door, Jihoon unlocked it before you helped him into the elevator. He pushed the button for his floor and the two of you continued to stand there, your arm around him while he kept his hand on your shoulder for support. Standing in a silent elevator alone made you feel awkward suddenly, like you were too close. You weren’t sure why.

Finally, the elevator dinged softly before the doors opened. Jihoon hobbled out and turned to go to his end of the hallway before he stopped at his door and unlocked that. He pushed the door open and you helped him inside, turning on the lights by the door. He kicked off his shoes so you did the same before you asked him where his bathroom was. He led you to it before he leaned back against the sink with a groan.

“Do you have a first aid kit?” you asked, looking around the small bathroom since you didn’t want to be rude and just dig through his stuff.

“No,” he chuckled, dabbing at the blood on his upper lip with the side of his index finger, “but I have peroxide and cotton balls under the sink, and bandaids in the cupboard behind the mirror.”

“You just sit. You shouldn’t be standing since you were limping most of the way here. I’ll get everything.”

Jihoon moved to sit on the toilet seat cover while you got down to get the materials you needed. Then you grabbed the bandaids and set everything on the floor by Jihoon’s foot before you got on your knees in front of him and gingerly held his chin in your hand, tilting his head toward the light to get a better look at his face. Thankfully, the shadows outside definitely seemed to make him look a lot worse than he was.

As you examined him, Jihoon couldn’t help but examine you -- at least, what little of you he could see.

“Do you still have to wear all that?” he wondered.

Honestly, you’d forgotten you still had your hero gear on. It was actually pretty comfortable and breathable so you didn’t mind it. But you weren’t about to suddenly take it off in a stranger’s house. There was no way you were going to expose your identity to somebody you just met, no matter how cute they looked.

“Yeah,” you replied plainly.

Jihoon went silent for a moment before quietly saying, “I’ve never met a super before. I didn’t even know there were any in the city. I guess I was too caught up in school and keeping my head down that I didn’t notice the news.”

“You’re that oblivious, huh?” you chuckled as you began to soak a cotton ball in peroxide and clean the blood off his face and out of the small cuts on his face.

He sucked in a sharp breath at the sting, and you quickly began apologizing repeatedly.

“It’s alright,” he coughed, trying to just breathe through the pain.

You stopped, giving him a little time to relax. You tossed the used cotton ball in the trash before looking back up at him again.

“For what it’s worth...I’ve never met anybody like me, either,” you admitted quietly, your eyes casting downward. “Honestly, I’m starting to think they’ve all been wiped out or something. I know they’re all probably just hiding but it’s getting kind of...discouraging, I guess.”

“Lonely,” Jihoon offered.

You nodded, “Lonely, yeah…”

“I know what you mean…”

You looked up at Jihoon again, his gaze looking down and off to the side. You cocked your head to one side, “What, do you not have any friends or something? No family?”

“No, I mean…” Jihoon sighed as he trailed off.

His eyes hesitantly met yours before you saw them slowly start to glow to life, their dark brown turning a grey color that reminded you of cloudy skies. Your jaw dropped as your breath left you, realizing that there was only one explanation for this: Jihoon was like you.

You were at a loss for words. Jihoon didn’t show you what his power was, and he didn’t say anything. He just looked at you with his glowing eyes, his expression unreadable. But he had no idea what you were thinking, either, with your mask covering your expression. All he could see was the shock and wonder in your eyes.

Slowly, Jihoon reached forward. Your eyes didn’t leave his even though you knew he was reaching for the hood that was secured to your head. He slowly pushed it away, letting it fall to your shoulders. Then his index fingers hooked into the black mask and slowly tugged down, waiting to see if you’d stop him.

But you didn’t.

You watched as Jihoon looked your face over, his expression still unreadable. But inside, he was beyond happy to finally see the face of somebody like him. He wasn’t alone now if you trusted him enough to let him see you for who you really were. But he was a super, too, so how could you not trust him?

“What’s your name?” he asked quietly, his eyes dulling back to brown.

“_____,” you replied just above a whisper.

He nodded, repeating, “_____…”

-

“You seem a lot more chipper since our last session.”

You didn’t even look at your therapist, staring out the window that overlooked the city instead. Her office was on a higher floor of a skyscraper in the middle of the city, so you always loved the view. It wasn’t uncommon for you to prefer looking out the window rather than at Dr.Yoo.

“Do I?” you asked, not really paying much attention to her observation, but you were curious as to how you gave that away. You didn’t think you looked or acted any different since two weeks ago.

Dr.Yoo only hummed in response as she observed you before she asked, “What caused the change?”

You shrugged, “I made a friend.”

“You did?” she smiled, seeming genuinely happy about this turn of events. Dr.Yoo was aware that you lived alone and didn’t speak to many people, so this was improvement in her eyes. “When did this happen?”

“Last week.”

“How’d you meet them?”

You wanted to go on and on about Jihoon. You wanted to tell her everything you’d learned about him since that day -- his personality, what he looked like, the way he made you feel, and how he finally made you feel like you weren’t alone in the world. But you knew you couldn’t reveal any of that. Jihoon didn’t like people knowing too much about him, and that was something you learned almost immediately after the two of you silently agreed to be friends.

“Fate.”

-

Months had gone by since then. You visited Jihoon on a regular basis, and he was more than happy to have you around -- even if he didn’t directly show it. But you quickly picked up on the small ways he showed affection, like remembering little details or buying your favorite takeout or the biggest way he tried to protect you.

“_____, don’t go.”

Those words left his mouth almost every night you decided to hang out at Jihoon’s -- which really was almost every night. Whenever you had to go out looking for any signs of trouble, Jihoon would immediately insist you stay -- even stay the night if you had to.

Tonight was the same conversation.

The thing was, the more he got to know you -- you, not Void -- the more he fell for you. Yes, the fact you were the only other super he knew had to do with it, but it was also just you -- what was inside you. You as a person was what really pushed him over the edge, and he was falling, falling, falling for a superhero that couldn’t save him from it.

That was why he wanted you to quit being Void. He knew it was dangerous. It wasn’t even just the ‘bad guys’ out there, it was the real bad guys -- the people who wanted to get ahold of a super and use them for themselves. He knew with you being public about yourself, that would make you a huge target. Hell, you could’ve been being tracked. He just wanted to keep you safe.

But he didn’t want to tell you about the people who were the real danger. He didn’t want to scare you, so he kept it to himself.

He knew about them. He was captured by them before.

“Jihoon, I promise I’ll be back in a couple hours,” you insisted, already grabbing your bag of clothes from where you left it by the door.

“A lot can happen in a couple hours,” Jihoon stated, standing up from the couch. He stayed in one spot but his eyes followed you around his apartment. “You know I’ll have no idea where you are if anything happens.”

You just scoffed, slinging your bag over your shoulder as you made your way to his bathroom, “Remember that time you got beat up outside a bar? How are you going to protect me?”

You entered the bathroom and shut the door, so Jihoon walked up and stood right outside the door while you changed.

“What if you run into somebody that you can’t handle?” he asked.

“I can handle anything,” you promised from the other side of the door. “With my power, I can keep people as far away from me as I want.”

“Until you meet somebody who is prepared to take on your power.”

“Like who?”

Them.

The door flew open and Jihoon looked up. You were pulling your hood up, tucking stray pieces of hair back into it. Your mask was pulled down under your chin as you smirked down at him, both eyebrows raised like you were still expecting an answer to your question.

He sighed, running a hand through his silver hair, “I’m just saying, _____ -- we’re not the only supers and maybe somebody out there has your anti-power or something.”

“Maybe it’s you,” you joked, your expression turned almost fond. “You still haven’t shown it to me.”

Jihoon looked away, grumbling, “I told you, I don’t like using it…”

You just chuckled, brushing passed him as you pulled your mask up to cover the lower half of your face. As you reached the window where the fire escape was, you pushed it open before turning back to look at Jihoon.

“I’ll be fine,” you promised him, giving him a serious look. You knew he cared deeply for you, and returned that, but you also knew that this was what you were made to do. “I always am, aren’t I?”

Jihoon didn’t look at you while he stayed silent, and you thought he wasn’t going to say anything, but he finally sighed and softly said, “I know you think this city needs you...but I need you more.”

You froze, unsure of what to say. Jihoon was more of a shower -- a tsundere one at that -- than a teller, so the fact he openly told you how he felt was almost shocking. It definitely took you off guard, that was for sure. But you were still a little confused by his statement.

“Why…?” you wondered, though the word was barely heard.

You could tell it took all of Jihoon’s courage to make his eyes meet yours. He took a couple breaths, trying to build up the guts to admit it.

“I love you.”

Again, you were surprised, but this time, you weren’t at a loss for words. You knew exactly what you wanted to say.

“Jihoon--”

“You don’t have to say anything,” he said quickly, turning away from you completely. “I know you’re still going to leave either way, so just go.”

You decided to just drop the subject as you swung one leg out the window before the other.

“I’ll be back before sunrise at the latest,” you promised.

And then you were quickly climbing the fire escape, making almost no noise with how stealthy you’d learned to be. Still, Jihoon knew when you were gone, making your way to the rooftop.

Jihoon never bothered closing the window. He always left it open for when you came back because he’d always find you crashed on his couch in the morning. But each time he left it open, he always wondered if this time would be the time he’d wake up to an empty couch.

-

Never once did Jihoon stop thinking about you ever since he met you -- especially after getting closer with you. You had become his top priority, and he made sure to always look out for you. His main priority was your safety, and even after his confession last week that was never brought up again, he put that at the back of his mind in favor of protecting you.

The fact he was so inconspicuous came in handy. He may have kept to himself, but he always paid close attention. So he could easily recognize the ‘incognito’ men who were wandering the busy streets of the city, all mumbling into earpieces as their sunglass-covered eyes observed the area. Thankfully, none of them seemed to pay him any mind. It had been years since he escaped, and he made sure to keep his appearance different than how he looked as a teenager -- which was easier since he’d grown up since then. But he knew that meant they were here for someone else.

There was just one problem: he didn’t know where you were.

-

Shops and food stands lined both sides of the street. It seemed almost like a slightly larger alleyway, but you liked the aesthetic of it. Glowing signs lit up above the street as you walked, your phone in one hand as you slightly readjusted your bomber jacket with the other.

Ever since Jihoon’s confession, you’d been trying to figure out how to bring it up again. Jihoon was supposed to be on his way to class when you decided to go for a walk to do some thinking. You weren’t sure just exactly how to tell him you felt the same. You didn’t want to just blurt it out but you didn’t know how to bring the subject up.

You were brutally pulled from your thoughts when you felt an arm shove against your neck, pushing you up against a nearby food truck. Suddenly, men all dressed in black clothing, bulletproof vests, and helmets were surrounding around you and the man -- who was wearing the same thing -- and aiming black guns at you that looked like something straight out of a crime show. Your phone had dropped to the pavement with your surprise, a gasp barely able to leave your throat.

Some sort of device was held up to your face before a bright light scanned down the upper half of your face. The man in front of you nodded before you heard him declaring that Void was caught.

“W-what’s going on?” you asked, your voice shaking more than you would’ve liked.

“You’re coming with us.” he stated, trying to turn you around.

You still weren’t sure what was going on, but it didn’t feel right. You had an awful feeling about this situation, and your fight or flight instincts started to kick in as alarms screaming danger were going off in your head.

“Get away from me!” you screamed, your eyes squeezed shut as you shoved away from yourself.

The man stumbled backwards as you opened your eyes, showing that they were glowing their dusty lilac color. You held one palm out to the man before flicking it off to the side, expecting to see him fly through the air in the direction you sent him.

But nothing happened.

Guns cocked, and you flinched as you went into panic mode. Why weren’t your powers working? Who were these people? Why did they want to take you and what did they want to do with you?

“Void, if you don’t come with us calmly, we will shoot,” the man warned, drawing his own gun.

But you wouldn’t go. You were afraid because you weren’t sure who they were, but they definitely seemed bad. Not only that, but you wouldn’t just leave Jihoon behind. You wouldn’t leave him wondering what happened to you, and you wouldn’t let him be lonely again.

You tried again, this time moving a food cart and throwing it into a few of the men to the left of you. People nearby were already hurrying away from the scene when they saw all the guns, but now they were screaming because of the chaos erupting.

“Fire!” the man ordered, realizing that you weren’t going down without a fight.

You shrunk back, holding your arms protectively in front of your face as if that would do something. You braced for the pain, your eyes closed as your face turned away. But seconds continued to tick by with nothing happening.

You peeled one eye open, looking around until you saw a shorter figure standing in front of you.

Jihoon had his arms out in front of him, the bullets that flew at you slowing down so much that they seemed suspended in air. He stared down each man with his silver eyes, somehow feeling fearless even though these men were one of the only things that could shoot true terror through him. But it was to protect you, so he’d face a million of them if he had to.

Due to his ability to blend in, it wasn’t hard to follow the men to find you. He apparently had shown up just in time, too.

The men in front of him wore the same shocked expression as you. Until the man in the center came to, shaking his head as realization hit him.

“Subject 217!” he gasped before he was pointing at Jihoon. “Capture him!”

Jihoon wasted no time, grabbing your hand, leaving the bullets suspended until he could tug you away.

“Run!” he ordered before he was dragging you off behind him, running down the strip as quickly as he could.

The shock had you stumbling behind him, but you quickly began pumping your legs as fast as they would allow, keeping up with Jihoon with his hand still gripping yours tightly. He didn’t look back as he bobbed and weaved through the crowd, but you attempted to look over your shoulder to see if they were chasing you. 

Of course they were.

Who were ‘they’, though? And who was Subject 217? And how the hell did Jihoon find you? You had so many questions but you knew now probably wasn’t the time to ask. Still, you figured one question was one that could and should be answered now.

“Who are these people?” you asked, your breathing jagged from running as you looked ahead again.

“The bad guys I was worried about,” Jihoon replied before he turned sharply around a corner, pulling you with him. “I’ll answer later, just keep up.”

You did as he said, dropping the conversation in favor of paying attention to where you were going. Jihoon seemed so sure of what he was doing, so you decided to just trust him and let him go wherever it was he had in mind.

Truthfully, Jihoon didn’t have a set plan, he just knew he had to get you out of there. He planned on just finding a way out of the city that would effectively lose the men after you, and then find somewhere to stay for a short period of time until he could figure shit out. He just had to--

An opening. A public transport bus was just about to close its doors so Jihoon picked up the pace even though his legs were screaming for him to stop. He could hear you panting behind him but he forced you to go faster, refusing to let go of your hand even if you did slow him down a little. But he had to make it onto the bus.

When there was just a sliver of space between the doors, Jihoon shoved his hand through, keeping them open. The bus driver was forced to open the doors so you and Jihoon could get on. The doors closed as he walked down the aisle of the bus, glancing out the window to see the men dressed in the black anti-power vests running out of the alley as the bus pulled away. He knew they’d try to track down the bus and find its route, but for now, you were safe.

He gestured to a free seat, letting you sit on the inside before he sat down beside you. The two of you were still trying to catch your breath, and you were still trying to figure out what the hell happened. But now that both of you were sitting down and resting, you started to feel absolutely fatigued. Maybe questions could wait until later.

Wordlessly, you slid down in the seat and rested your head on Jihoon’s shoulder. He put an arm around your shoulders before he laid his head on top of yours, deciding he’d let you sleep for a little bit while he kept an eye out for anything suspicious. He had to stay awake to think of a plan, anyway.

-

“You can’t do that!”

But he did it. He emptied his savings to buy two tickets to Japan where he insisted the two of you were going to live.

“They’ve been after me before,” he had explained in the motel room the two of you shared that night, “and I relocated to a different city. Now that you’re with me, I need to make sure they don’t find us again. I’ve heard good things about Japan, so why not try it? It’s away from here, at least.”

He knew it would cost him everything he had to buy plane tickets and get a place to stay, but he knew that the two of you could save up again together. So despite you insisting he shouldn’t blow all his money on this plan, that’s exactly what he did.

You felt safe on the plane, and you could tell Jihoon did too because he finally closed his eyes for longer than it took him to blink. But you also decided to use that opportunity to get the answers you wanted, keeping your voices hushed just so nobody would pick up on what you were talking about.

“I’m not completely sure who they are,” he began, his eyes closed as he let his head lay back against the seat, “but I know they’re trying to get supers. I’ve seen and experienced the shit they do to them, and it’s nothing you want to be subjected to. You’d rather die, trust me.”

You frowned thinking about Jihoon going through that, “That bad…?”

He opened one eye to look at you, “It’s like brainwashing but through sadistic tactics.”

“Oh…”

You felt Jihoon’s fingers lace through yours. You could tell he was a bit embarrassed about doing so from the pink tint his cheeks and the tips of his ears got, but he still looked you in your eyes when he spoke, making sure you were completely reassured.

“I’m okay, and we will be okay,” he promised. “They won’t get us -- I’ll make sure of it.”

You sat up a little straighter, figuring this was finally your opening.

“Jihoon?”

“Hmm?”

“I love you.”

His face flushed a deeper red as he tried to hide the wide, happy smile that wanted to spread across his lips. But his eyes still crinkled at the corners, his brown irises twinkling.

“I love you, too. Let’s get some rest before we get to Tokyo, okay?”

You pushed the armrest up so you could lean into him. He kept his hand in yours, resting them in his lap as he put his head on yours and let his eyes close, content that you were not only safe, but you were his.

-

[Two months later]

“You’re even shorter now.”

“Alright, _____, fuck you.”

You giggled as you balanced on the short concrete wall that separated the sidewalk and all the shops from the beach, Jihoon more than a whole foot shorter than you because of this. It was too cold to actually go on the beach, but you and Jihoon decided to go out since neither of you were busy, and the beach was the place he thought to drive to. You were walking along the wall while Jihoon chose to walk beside you on the sidewalk, glancing up at you every so often to make sure you didn’t fall over.

“Get down, you’ll get hurt,” Jihoon scolded. “You’re taller so you have a longer way to fall.”

“Ha-ha,” you deadpanned before jumping down from the wall. Your hand immediately found Jihoon’s on instinct before the two of you were walking again. “Do you wanna go back home?”

“Cold?” he guessed, looking up at you to see your pink cheeks and nose. Even your lips were chapped by now.

“Yeah, kinda,” you nodded as Jihoon slid your intertwined hands into his jacket pocket.

So the two of you went back to his car and made the drive back home. Jihoon played his playlist softly in the background while you looked out the window and admired the views on the way back. He asked how you were feeling which was something he usually did because while he’d had to leave everything behind before, you never had to, and you had to speak to your therapist over the phone now and less often which he knew must’ve been taking some sort of toll on you. He never really knew what you needed Dr.Yoon for other than it had to do with something before he met you, but he also never pried, either.

When you got back to the house, the two of you changed into comfier clothes before you decided to climb into bed, turning in early for the night. Jihoon still had the lamp on the nightstand on as the two of you laid together under the covers, your head on his chest as you looked up at the ceiling. Jihoon and you had jumped on the bed and placed glow-in-the-dark stars on there to mimic the stars that you missed seeing since you lived deep in the city now. You used to be able to explore outside the city when you were back in Korea and went around at night as Void, but you couldn’t do that anymore.

“What’re you thinking?” Jihoon murmured when you stayed silent, fidgeting with his fingers.

“Just basking in the moment, I guess,” you shrugged.

“Really?” he chuckled. “Why? Nothing’s happening.”

“I like just laying with you. I wish we could do it forever.”

“Me too,” he said softly, pressing a kiss to your head.

Jihoon used to hate using his powers, but he was using them little by little now since the two of you moved to Tokyo. Because little did you know that it was moments like these when it was just the two of you, that Jihoon would use his power to slow down time around you, letting the both of you lay in your little own infinity.

[cute-peter-parker]

Lady in Redddd

Peter woke up to light kisses peppering his face. “Tonyyyyyy” he grumbled, “what time is it?”

“Nearly 10, sweetheart. Now get up so we can eat breakfast.”

“10 is too early to wake up, it’s sundayyyy.” Peter whined while rolling away from Tony to try and go back to sleep.

“Nope. No more sleeping. Saturday’s are the only time I can hangout all day with you. We’re getting up and getting the day started.” Tony said, hopping out of bed and tugging Peter’s arm to get his lazy ass up.

“Fine fine.” Peter relented, and let himself be yanked up by his boyfriend only to be let go and dropped back onto the bed.

“Oh my god!” Tony yelled, his face turning white.

“What? What?!” Peter questioned frantically with wide eyes.

“Pete you and the bed are covered in blood. What the hell happened?!”

Peter rushed to jump out of bed and looked down at the sheets in shock. The once pristinely white sheets were a deep shade of red, it wasn’t an insane amount of blood but it was enough to Peter feel woozy.

“Jesus christ peter, it’s all over the back of your pants... I’m calling Dr. Cho.” Tony said already taking his phone out to call Hellen.

“Wh-what’s wrong with me?” Peter asked, voice shaking.

“I.. I don’t kno- Hello? Cho, are you here at the compound? Alright, I’m taking Peter to see you now.” Tony said quickly before hanging up. “Come on baby.” Tony said softly, and picked Peter up bridal style, holding him closely.

“You- you’re gonna get blood on you.” Peter said timidly, incredibly afraid because he had no idea what was happening to him.

“Do I look like I give a fuck about that Pete? Now do you feel any pain.” Tony asked softly, clearly worried about his younger boyfriend. He quickly started walking towards Hellen Cho’s clinic.

“Um no.. well my stomachs hurts really bad.” Peter admitted.

This seemed to stress out Tony even more and he picked up his speed to get Peter some help.

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“So the blood seems to be coming out of his anus. Is it possible you went a little rough on him last night?” Dr. Cho asked while examining Peter who was sat on the examine table.

“Wha- no! We haven’t even- we’ve never.” Tony stumbled in embarrassment, cheeks flames red.

Dr. Cho raised her eyebrows. “So you and Peter have not had intercourse.”

“No! We’re waiting until he’s ready.” Tony said exasperatedly.”

“Well I’ve been ready, Mr. Stark just wants to make sure I’m super duper ultra ready to give him my virginity.” Peter pointed out.

“Until you can stop calling me Mr. Stark you’re not ready.” Tony rolled his eyes.

“As cute as this is, I need to examine Peter. Peter can you pull down your pants and bend over the table.” Dr. Cho interrupted, sliding on some latex free gloves.

“Geez Dr. Cho, at least buy me dinner first.” Peter joked, already doing what the doctor asked.

“Peter this is serious.” Tony reprimanded.

“It’s fine. He’s nervous.” Dr. Cho said. “Now let’s see what going on down there.”

She prodded her fingers around and in Peter’s entrance. Her face becoming more confused as seconds went by. “That’s... odd. There doesn’t seem to be any tearing, I think we ‘re going to need to run some tests.” Cho decided, taking her fingers out and rolling off the bloody glove. “Mr. Stark can you please wait outside while I run some tests on Peter?”

“Why can’t I stay here? It’s my lab.” Tony said, crossing his arms in defiance.

“It’s okay Tony, it’ll probably be better if you’re not here. You seeing Dr. Cho with her fingers up my ass was embarrassing enough.” Peter admitted blushing.

“Language.” Tony reprimanded. “But alright I’ll wait outside, come get me if either of your need anything.”

—————

About an hour had passed before Dr. Cho let Tony back into the room. He looked at Peter who was sitting on the examining table, looking white as a sheet. Tony went straight to him and pressed a kiss to his head.

“Did you find out what’s wrong with him, doc?”

“I wouldn’t say that’s there’s something ‘wrong’ with him.” Dr. Cho said, using air quotes. “Although you may want to sit down for this.”

“Cut the cliches and just tell me why my boy was bleeding so much.” Tony said, frustration evident in his voice.

“Alright well... it appears that Peter has developed a female reproductive system. And the blood you saw is his period.” Dr. Cho explained.

Tony laughed nervously. “Dr. Cho please be serious.” He said, his eyes darting back and forth between her and Peter. When discovering the serious looks on their faces, his own face paled. “How- how did this happen? You said he developed it? So he wasn’t born with this? And what’re you saying? Peter can get pregnant? He doesn’t have a fucking vagina, where does the baby come out of? His ass??” Tony rambled, walking back and forth across the room.

“Tony, calm down. We think maybe this is a side effect of the spider bite. It may have been female so maybe it causes me to develop the uh... female equipment. It’s just all connected to my...” Peter trailed off, blushing.

“It’s all connected to his rectum. So if he were to get pregnant the baby would be born through there.” Dr. Cho explained. “It’s honestly a miracle, I mean Peter was already a miracle but this just brings it over the top. I would love to examine is anatomy further”

“No. Nope, you’re not turning my boyfriend into a lab rat.” Tony interjected. “Come on Pete, lets go get you back in bed.” He said, already bending to pick Peter up bridal style again.

“I’m on my period Tony, I’m not dying.” Peter joked.

“Fine, he can leave. But don’t expect me not to follow up on this. Also I recommend you buying Peter some sanitary napkins. I already gave him one of mine but he’ll need more. Especially considering how heavy his flow is.” Dr. Cho said, reluctant to let Peter leave. She had so much more to study about him, he’s the first male ever to grow a female reproductive system!

“Thanks Cho, but i’ll take it from here.” Tony said, leaving the room with Peter held tightly in his arms.

—————

Tony set Peter down on the bathroom counter as he ran a bath. He threw in a huge amount of bubble bath and one of those brightly colored bath bombs Peter always keeps at Tony’s. When the entire bathroom was steamy and smelled like lavender, Tony helped undress the younger male despite his protests of being fine. They both eased into the hot, floral smelling water, with Peter’s back up against Tony’s chest.

The older man started to wash Peter and the latter began to relax with a sigh.

“Do you think I’m a freak?” Peter questioned, breaking the silence.

“Of course not, sweetheart. I didn’t think you were a freak when I saw what spider-man could do. And I sure as hell don’t think you’re a freak now.” Tony said reassuringly.

“But... I can probably get pregnant now. Does this change anything?” Peter asks unsure.

“Baby, this is honestly great news. Now we don’t have to adopt kids, we can have kids of our own. With your looks and my genius genes, our kids will be unstoppable!” Tony smiles widely at the thought. He always had the thought of kids in the back of his mind. But he had never gave it too much thought about it until now. Just imagining a future with Peter and few cute, little geniuses running around sounded amazing.

“You... you wanna have kids together?” Peter turned around to face Tony, a surprised look on his adorable face.

Fuck. Tony thought. Was this too fast? He and Peter hadn’t even had sex yet! What if the boy decides this was moving too fast and he broke up with Tony? Did he just royally fuck this up? Oh fuck-

“Of course I do.” Tony replies before letting his thoughts go even crazier.

Peter smiled widely and threw is arms around Tony. “I love you so much Tony. Like you don’t even know how much love i’ve got for you in my superhuman heart.”

Tony smiled back before giving Peter a deep kiss on the lips.

“Wanna go make a baby now? Well I mean after this weird period is over and I start ovaltining?” Peter said, seeming very very excited.

“Ovaltine... baby do you mean ovulating?” Tony began to chuckle.

Peter lightly slapped Tony’s chest. “Give me a break, i’ve only been partly a woman for a couple of hours.

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So this idea was submitted to me by someone and I am very sorry that it is not good, I tried, I swear.

[lovablepiece-of-toast]

@hachiibun 's too cute ocs Raz and Nath

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A/n: This is my first ever public sickfic. Thanks you for @hachiibun for making such good boys and letting me write about them.

So yeah, this is long and kinda out there. Hope you enjoy!

Mentioned: Snez, high fever, (very little bodily harm), germaphobia, superhuman abilities?, smoking

[Some spelling errors might have slipped in]

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Raz comes down with a nasty flu and Nath is Highly uncomfortable :P

Raz felt a little out of it in the morning, but not too bad to skip work. Their office was just two flights of stairs down from his appartement so walk to work was a breeze.

But not today, oh no. Raz had never realized how many steps there were until he had to drop his already tired feet on to each and every one of them. The reason for Raz's persistent tiredness on this very morning was due to him sniffeling and failing to sleep away a small headcold all night.

"Ath-dzsuu!!"

Raz winced at his drawn out sneeze echoing all over the stairwell. He had to stop at the landing to blink away the wooziness. He should just go back. But Nath would not be happy about it. Then again, he wouldn't be happy about Raz showing up all sniffely. Also going down seemed more convinient than hiking back up.

~

"Morning", a skeptical Nath greeted his clearly exhausted partner in crime stumbling down the stairs.

"Morning", Raz gave a smile trying to hide the congestion building in his sinuses. He quickly pushed past Nath as his nose started twitching indicading another outburst.

"I'll do some paperwork today".

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"Ath-dzsuu! Ath-dzsuu!!!", Raz slumped over his desk in the privacy of his own little room. With drooping eyes he followed the sheets of paper sent flying by his sneeze.

So much for doing paperwork. The moment he had laid eyes on the documents the words were swimming around on them. No reading, then. How about filing? Well, Raz successfully got the papers into a neat stack. But the unbearable itch finally caught up and...

Here he was, slumped over his desk, sniffeling wetly and unable to get up, let alone pick up the papers.

"I see", Raz looked up to see Nath leaning against the doorframe.

As much as Nath hated germs and all that, the miserable state of his friend was enough to overwhelm the fear with concern. Nath took a step closer as Raz pushed himself up so he was leaning in to his own cupped hand.

Nath scanned his face. Pale, rosy cheeks, long black hair a complite mess and stuck to his sweaty forehead.

"Hey", Raz rasped when tapped his damp forehead, keeping an arm's lenght distance . "Is it really cold in here, or is it just you?". With that Nath pulled back and glared.

"No, it's you. Why did you leave the house with a fever like that?", Nath pressed.

"I don't know?".

"Well. I'll get you home so you-".

"Ath-DZUUU!!!".

"Ohkayy let's go", Nath helped Raz up.

~~~

"Now stay there", Nath ordered with strained voice once Raz was in his own bed.

"Better contaminate this place than the whole office", he muttered closing the door behind him. 'I'm not catching that nasty whatever. All that congestion and fever. Ew.' He let out a puff of smoke. Something he did while really anxious.

~~

"Done!", Nath proudly presented a bowl of tomato soup to the empty room. He grabbed a spoon and went to deliver the meal.

"Raz! Food's here", he knocked on the door. No reply.

"Raaz-", Nath stopped. He heard something grow, crystallize.

"Raz!!". Shit. Nath knew that sound even in his sleep. What was that idiot doing manipulating shadows with a high fever?

Curse the germs, screw the illness. He slammed the bedroom door open and the sight was something akin to a horror movie.

It was dark. All but the shivering form of his pale friend curled into himself on the bed. Nath squinted and realized the deep shadows around Raz and his bed were Raz's shadow vines. Somehow they had seemed to melt around Raz.

Nath stepped beside him. For the first time in his life he was relived to hear Raz's breath hitching indicading a sneeze. The shadow vines were dargerous but also fragile. If he sneezed they would just crumble-

"Ath-dzuu!"

The bowl smashed to the floor. Darkness became overwhelming. Nath saw his life flash before his eyes. Pain flared at his cheek and forearm.

Nath blinked. He was incased in sharp, spiky shadow formations like in a rose bush.

"Shiiit". Of course. Less light, stronger shadows, and the room was practically pitch black. Nath carefully reached into his pocket and pulled out a small flashlight he kept just in case.

Snap, shatter, crumble. The shadows broke like small branches when Nath shined the light on them as he made his way to Raz.

He was a mess, pantting congestedly, deeply flushtered, choking out sobs, clearly run down with the exertion from his body's feverish trick.

Nath only had to to wave a hand over him to feel the heat.

Nope, nope, Noooooooope. Not good. Not good At All.

"Don't you dare to die on me!", Nath backed away, side-stepping the puddle of scalding soup , grabbed his hat that got pinned to the wall, flipped on the lights and bolted out to the nearest pharmacy.

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"Na-Nath?", Raz mumbled. He opened his eyes and hissed at the lights.

What time was it? He couldn't tell but at least he was coherent. "Ugh", he snorted up the pain throbbing in is nose and roof of the mouth. Well, now his eyes were open and he noticed the medicine and a water bottle on the floor. As Raz reached for the aid and felt something wet fall on to his lap. Oh. A cool washcloth. It took some effort to srew off the caps. Raz took a sip of water, winching at how the swallowing stung his raw throat. Then he gingerly chuged down the pills and choked a few chesty coughs. He shakily slapped the colth over his forehead and the daze lolled him quickly back to sleep.

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Nath dragged a long breath from his smoke and let it hang from his lips. It was chilly out but he didn't want smoke the whole building. And the city's skyline against the night sky wasn't the worst wive to get lost in.

He sighed and swept back some of his grey hair behind his ear, feeling the band-aid covering the scratch Raz had made there earlier. Nath didn't even want to think about how dirty it was, he tried not to care.

Why did he do all this? Why he was willing to push himself beyond his comfort-zone just because Raz was under the weather? Raz was an adult, Nath didn't have to take care of him.

Still, Raz was his friend and Nath cared about the man. No matter how sick. He knew Raz would do the same for him.

Nath was pulled to reality by the padding of barefeet. He turned around suprised, dropping the cigarette pud out the window by accident.

Raz stood in the living room. It crossed Nath's mind he was sleepwalking until Raz's eyes focused on him, fully awake.

"Oh, you're up", Nath stated. He was extremely relieved to note that Raz was looking a lot better. The flush had lessened and color returned to his face, his eyes were clear so the fever must have died down and he wasn't shaking like a leaf.

"How are you?".

"I'm-", Raz started but paused and held out a finger, othe hand rubbing his nose. Nath's eyes grew wide in terror. Not again. Raz noticed and chuckled.

"Heh, I'm good actually. A little hungry."

To that Nath sighed dramaticly, blowing out enough smoke to dim the room and collapsed on to the floor, relief welling up in his chest.

"Nath? You good?", Raz peered over.

Nath gave a thumbs up.

"Anyway. Thanks for looking after me", Raz shuffled his hair," I know how much you hate getting sick".

"No problem."

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[seventeen-alternative-universe]

Intro to Shadowhunters!SVT

1. Definition of the Shadow World:

The Shadow World is the term generally used to refer to the hidden, supernatural part of the world that Shadowhunters and Downworlders share and is also being pervaded by demons. When referring only to the part inhabited by Downworlders, it is called the Downworld.

2. Definition of Shadow World’s species:

- Shadowhunter: Also known as Nephilim, are a secretive race of beings who are humans born with angel blood. They fought demons and live alongside Downworlders in the Shadow World, creating their own culture and civilization within human society.  Their mandate is to keep the peace in the Shadow World and keep it hidden from the mundane/human world while protecting the inhabitants of both worlds.

- Faeries:  Also known as Seelies, are beings who are half-angel and half-demon. Pixies, nixies, and elves are also considered Seelies. Faeries can cast magic, usually from the power of ley lines (province of the faeries), along with other strange magics.

- Warlock: Also known as Lilith's Children, are an immortal race of Downworlder offsprings of demons and mundanes (ordinary humans). Warlocks are immortal beings. At one point in their lives, they stop aging. Along with faeries, warlocks are the only Downworlders who can cast magic because of their demon blood.

- Werewolf:  Also known as Lycanthropes and the Children of the Moon, are a species of Downworlders. Like vampires, werewolves are humans infected with a demonic disease—Lycanthropy in their case—which gives them the ability to transform into powerful wolves, with superpower strength and enhance capabilities. They also have the same unnaturally accelerated healing abilities as most other Downworlders.

- Vampire:  Also known as the Children of the Night, are a species of Downworlders. Along with werewolves, vampires are humans infected with a demon disease. However, unlike the former, vampires are considered "undead". They have superhuman strength, grace, and speed, and are able to heal quickly from most mundane injuries, along with enhanced senses—smell, sight, and hearing.

3. Classification:

- Shadowhunters: Seungcheol, Hoshi, Mingyu

- Seelies: Jeonghan, Joshua, Jun

- Warlock: Wonwoo, Woozi, Dino

- Werewolf: DK, Seungkwan

- Vampire: Minghao, Vernon