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sxngshine · 4 years

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• Pairing: Chan x reader

• Word Count: 4.26k+

• Genre: Angst, Fluff, Smut

• Warnings: a bit of drinking, car sex, oral(M receiving), unprotected sex(wrap it up), switch!reader, dom!Chan idk what else but don't read if you don't like smut.

• Summary:idk how to explain without spoiling shhsshhs just read it.

• Notes: This was a long overdue story dedicated to @braveshin djsjxs. I had it half done but then went ia but now I'm kinda back so here you go🤧🤧. This is my first full/complete smut so apologies for the lack of knowledge in that part lmao. Happy reading💞! [Edited but possible mistakes lemme know if I missed smtn]

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You hadn't seen him in ages. After you both confessed to each other you thought everything would be all rainbows and peaches between the two of you. And to be honest it was. But then there was just one issue, the both of you were super awkward when it came to intimacy.

You always had the regular kisses and hand holding and hugs like every other couple. But the issue was that neither of you tried to go father in fear that the other wouldn't like it or would be uncomfortable.

That was 2 years ago. Now the both of you live separate lives without each other. He had gotten his dream job as an artist, you saw him on TV quite a lot and it made you miss him even more.

You got your dream job as well, one that allowed you to travel a lot and on the side you were a well known content creator. People admired you for being able not only work through a super busy schedule, but also create original content for your viewers.

The both of you had tried maintaining a long distance relationship, but you felt like you were drifting away from him because of your busy schedules and being unable to talk. You had enough of it one day, missing him and hating that he was never around anymore.

In the end, you both decided to stay friends but lost contact with each other in a matter of months.

There were many regrets that you had, many things you wish you had said and done but it was too late now. You never even once told him that you loved him properly and you always wished you could go back in time to tell him.

After so long, you would think you'd finally be over him, but here you are sitting in a club drinking your problems away.

You didn't really want to be here, you were on break for a few days and wanted to mope around your apartment after seeing him perform his newest album , but your friend dragged you here with a hope of loosening you up and after getting you to drink 6 shots of whatever concoction she stirred up, it started to work.

You didn't drink too much though, enough to get your mind off of things but not enough to be super hungover the next day.

You expected the night to go by with you sitting alone with your glass of whatever your friends gave you as you watched your people dance too close too each other.

What you didn't expect though, was to see him walk through the door. You were beyond shocked, what's he doing here?

It looked like his old group of friends dragged him here. You watched him discretely -or at least tried to- as he looked around the place with clear distaste in his eyes, wanting to be anywhere else except here. But the moment his eyes met yours, all those thought flew out of his head like they were never there in the first place. Your eyes widened and it was like time had stopped.

The harsh music in the background was nonexistent at this point and the other people disappeared. It was just you and him. His friends went to go find a vacant table but he made his way over to you instead.

You looked away and prayed he wouldn't come over but it was useless because in a matter of moments, you were faced to face with the one and only person you were trying to forget about.

"Y/N? Is it really you?" He asked, clear surprise in his eyes.

"Hey... Chan," you greeted, smiling nervously as you looked anywhere but his eyes.

"How're you? I haven't seen you for so long I almost didnt recognize you! You look so different," He exclaimed.

It was true, you completely changed your look after the both of you lost touch. Your once short hair was now at your waist, the once all black and baggy wardrobe was replaced with bright, slightly more fitting clothes (you were quite sad but you loved your new clothes so it was okay). You held yourself high with confidence which was foreign to him because you were normally so shy.

His eyes raked over your outfit, you wore a tight sparkly navy blue dress that ended mid thigh. Your shoulders and collarbones bare due to the skinny straps and low neck.

You couldn't help but look him over as well. He was clad in black ripped skinny jeans and a black tshirt, blonde hair untamed on his head. His chains sparkled under the flashy lights of the club and his leather jacket was doing his arms wonders. In other words, he looked hot. But you couldn't just say that.

After shamelessly checking each other out for a solid 2 minutes Chan cleared his throat.

"So uh, mind if I sit down?" He asked, giving you a small smile in which you returned with a nod.

The both of you started catching up, talking about your accomplishments and old memories you shared. You wanted to get some fresh air after a bit so the both of you grabbed your things and walked outside, the cool air sending pleasant shivers up your spine. You strolled down to the parking lot and Chan offered to drive you around in his car which you accepted.

"If you don't mind, can I take you somewhere?" He asked, after a few moments silence.

You nodded and Chan drove you both to wherever he wanted to take you. Fifteen minutes later the both of you arrived at a cliff that overlooked the city.

You remembered it being a place you and Chan visited often during the night, the city sparkling under you as the both of you goofed around. You had made many memories here.

"You still remember this place?" You asked, getting out of the car and walked over to the edge, leaning against the railing. "I haven't been here in ages!"

"How could I forgot? This was an important place to me." He answered, coming up beside you, looking over at the city illuminated by thousands of lights.

Then a silence fell upon the two of you. You didn't feel the need to say anything, just enjoying the silence and the distant buzz of the city. It was... comforting.

"I missed you Channie, I missed you a lot." You said out of nowhere. You weren't looking at him, but you could tell he was looking at you. The alcohol was getting to you but you didn't mind, needing the extra confidence.

"Ever since you left, I started regretting not doing so many things. I never got to tell you how much you meant to me, how important you were. I wish I could've told you how much I loved you and cared about you. How I never actually wanted to break up and how broken I became when we did," you felt tears form in your eyes as you poured your heart out to him.

"I said I was doing great before but I lied, I spent a good month locked in my room just crying. I was such a mess and then we just stopped talking and my whole world just broke apart and I just-" your voice cracked as tears now fell freely down your cheeks. You bent down and buried your face in your hands, sobbing hard.

Chan was so caught off guard with your confession, but he knew right now wasn't the time for him to be acting like that. He bent down beside you and pulled you into a hug, allowing you to cry as much as you needed while he rubbed your back.

When he felt like you had mostly calmed down, your hard sobs turning into small sniffles and hiccups, he released you from the hug.

"Y/N, look at me," he said, his hand coming towards your face. You reluctantly looked up at him, your eyes red and puffy with mascara running down your cheeks.

"When I left, it took everything in me not to just drop everything and stay. I was in a terrible state when we broke up, my members kept saying I looked like a literal zombie. There were so many times where I was gonna call you but backed away cause I thought you wouldn't want to talk anymore," he admitted.

"R-really?" You stuttered, trying to even out your breathing.

Chan nodded, his eyes flickering to your lips before going back to your eyes.

"Can I-" Chan tried to say but was cut off by your lips smashing into his. He wasn't prepared for it and fell back from the force, pebbles digging into his palms.

But Chan could care less, the only thing on his mind was how soft your lips felt against his. All that built up tension between the two of you had resurfaced and neither one of you were going to stop till you were relieved.

The both of you pull away after a long heated kiss, looking deeply into each others eyes.

"Wanna continue at my place?" Chan asked, breathing heavily. You shook your head and moved off of him.

"That'll take too long and I'm not in the mood for waiting." You said, standing up before lending him a hand.

Chan was surprised by your response but it turned him in even more. "Car?" He asked, taking your hand.

You nodded and dragged him to the back seat of his car, opening the door before pushing him in gently. Once he was in you climbed in after him and closed the door.

Wasting no time, you crawled onto his lap and cupped his cheeks. "Are you okay with this?" He whispered.

You nodded, whispering a small yes and kissed him again, your lips moulding together in perfect sync. You both of you have shared kisses before, but they were only light pecks, nothing more than that. If you knew kissing Chan would feel like this you would've done this a lot earlier.

Chans hands, which rested on your waist started travelling south to your ass and squeezed. You gasped into the kiss and he used the opportunity to push his tongue into your mouth.

He moaned as his tongue explored your wet and warm cavern, your tongues swirling around in unison. Chan lowered you onto the seat, hovering over you as he groped your ass.

Your arms were tightly wrapped around his neck, fingers pulling at his hair. You were in such a euphoric state you didn't realize that Chans hands had left your ass and were now removing the straps of your dress.

He moved to sit up so that he could see your half naked body, dress pooled at your hips and everything else exposed for his eyes to take in and admire. "Fuck you look so gorgeous.." Chan cursed before diving into your neck, leaving dark bruises all over your throat and collar bones.

"Chan.... take it off," you mumbled, pulling on his jacket as he attacked your neck. "I don't want to be the only nude one here,"

Chan quickly sat up and began removing his jacket, throwing it to some random corner in his car. He had been distracted trying to remove his shirt, and you took the opportunity to switch things around.

Before Chan could process what was happening, you had flipped him over onto the seat and straddled his legs, looking down at him with a mischievous smirk as you ran your nails down his solid abs, causing a shiver to run up his spine.

"What're you-" he tried to protest but you shushed him by placing your finger to his lips.

"I may have seemed like I'd submit to you before , but that's not the case here baby boy. I can dom quite well too," you winked at him, licking your lips at you took in his smooth pale skin and hard muscle. "Let me show you how much I love you too,"

You're head sunk down to press a soft kiss to his forehead. "Just relax and let me do the work," you whispered into his ear.

Chan decided to obey your wish for now, wanting to see where this would go. He was becoming harder every passing second as he felt your hand trace his abs and your mouth do wonders to his neck and chest, leaving hickeys all over.

You ground your clothed heat against his covered crotch and it was driving Chan crazy. "Quit teasing me and take it off already," he rasped.

You smirked and moved away from him. "Yes sir," you whispered, softly grinding your hips to his as you took your time unbuckling his belt. Chan had about enough of your teasing and quickly sat up, pushing you down onto the seat once again.

He glared at you as he quickly pulled down his pants, bringing his boxers down with it and brought a little relief to his rock hard cock.

You gawked at how large it was and Chan sat down on the seat, legs spread. "Put that pretty mouth to use babygirl," he demanded.

You knew exactly what he wanted and moved to first remove your dress off your hips, leaving you in just your panties. Grabbing his red and hard cock, you pumped it a few times before pressing a soft kiss to the angry red tip, eliciting a moan from Chan's mouth.

You licked a stripe from the base of his shaft back to his tip before taking it into your mouth. Chans fingers threaded into your hair and held the strands tight, pushing you all the way down his dick so your nose was touching his pelvis. Chan let out a loud groan, tip hitting the back of your throat as he pulled it out then back down your throat.

You felt tears prick your eyes has Chan showed no mercy to your throat. Your scalp was sore from the vice grip he had on your hair but you liked it, feeling your core become wetter than it was before.

You felt Chan twitch in your mouth but he pulled you off before he could come, hissing to himself as he held his orgasm in. When he felt as if he could continue without cumming with one touch he quickly motioned you to lay down once again

"You can show me how much you love me some other time babygirl, but right now I'm in charge," Chan said, hovering over your body once again.

His lips attached to your breast, rolling his tongue over the hard bud as his fingers hooked around your panties. He removed his lips from you at ask you for permission which you nodded to.

Instantly his mouth returned to working its magic on your nipples as he pulled your panties down your legs. He dropped them onto the floor, fingers slowly caressing up from your calves to your thighs, ghosting where you needed him the most.

He switched to your other nipple, once again ghosting over your core and you let out a small whimper. "Chan.. please I need you," you whined.

"I don't know... I'm having fun teasing you like this," Chan mused, moving his head away from your chest. He finally looked down at your core and smirked widely.

"Look at how wet you are babygirl, and I still have yet to touch you there," Chan's pride had gone through the roof, pleased that he could make you feel this way.

Finally showing you some mercy, he rubbed his fingers against your core, cause you to moan and buck your hips against his fingers, trying to get more friction.

Chan held your hips down with one hand while the other collected your wetness on his fingers, dipping in into your entrance. You let out a gasp as you felt his finger push inside you, not used the feeling.

"Goddamn Y/N, I only put in one finger but your still so tight," chan groaned, pumping his finger in and out of you before slipping in another one.

You moaned, bucking your hips against his fingers. You were so lost in trying to reach your high you didn't realize Chan stopped moving his fingers.

"Shit- that was so hot." Chan cursed. That's when you realized he wasn't moving. Your eyes snapped open and looked into his dark ones already staring hard at you.

"Do you like fucking yourself on my fingers? Does it make you feel good?" He asked, pulling his fingers out of you.

You whined, feeling your orgasm slipping away each second he wasn't touching you.

"When I ask a question I expect an answer babygirl," Chan demanded.

"Yes! Yes I do," you replied quickly, hoping he'd start doing something again.

"Do you want my fingers to make you come?" He smirked, his wet fingers lightly rubbing your folds.

"N-no! Please Chan I need you," you cried out when he pressed his fingers on your sensitive bud.

"What do you need babygirl? Tell me," he continued teasing you, fingers circling your entrance.

"I want you to fuck me please," you whimpered, hips twitching from his agonizingly slow movements.

"You'll need to do better than that," he retorted, stopping his actions.

"I-I want you to fuck my pussy with your cock Chan- hnmf!" You tried to say but were cut off by Chans fingers being pushed into your mouth. You instinctively swirled your tongue around his fingers, sucking your essence off his fingers.

"Such a good girl..." he muttered, taking his finger out of your mouth. He lined himself at your entrance before cursing under his breath.

"Can I go in raw? I don't have a condom on me.." Chsn asked, looking at you for permission.

"I'm on birth control, it's okay," you confirmed. Your heart swelled at how he still asked you for consent rather than just going in for it.

Chan didn't waste another second, slowly pushing his head into your throbbing pussy.

"Fuck..." you both moaned. Chan slowly eased his way into you, giving you time to adjust to his thick length stretching you out deliciously.

Your jaw fell slack when he bottomed out, feeling so full with him completely inside you. He gave you a second to adjust before drawing out of you almost completely and then pushing in again, setting a slow pace with deep thrusts.

You couldn't do anything but moan, fingers clutching Chans biceps as he lowered his head back to your chest.

"Chan.. harder.. go.. harder," you panted, letting out a loud moan when he did just that.

Both of you were lost in a euphoric state, trying to chase your own highs. You felt a knot like feeling in your stomach, one that was growing tighter and tighter with each hard and deep thrust Chan gave you.

"I-I'm so close," you cried when Chan hit a particular spot that really had you screaming.

"Cum baby," Chan whispered in your ear. And that's all it took for that tight knot to come undone.

You moaned Chans name as you came all over his cock, walls clenching around him so tight that it had him shooting his hot seed deep into your womb.

Chan help both of you rode out your highs, but didn't pull out just yet. You could feel him becoming soft inside of you.

"That was amazing..." you panted lightly, a smile gracing your face. Chan stared down at you, nodding his head in agreement.

He slowly pulled out of you, cum dripping from your pussy to your ass. Chan quickly grabbed a box of tissues from the back and cleaned the both of you up.

You sat up and pulled your dress back on, not liking how quiet Chan was being.

"Chan? Are you okay?" You asked. Chan's head snapped up, turning to you.

"What- oh uh.. yeah I'm okay," he said, but you were unconvinced.

"Come on, tell me what's wrong?" You pressed. Chan just sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

"I-I feel like I this was a mistake. I spent so long trying to get over you. I thought I was while I was overseas but then I was pulled to that stupid club and saw you. And all that time I spent getting over you went down the drain just like that. And to makes things worse, I just fucked you!" Chan admitted, frustrated he ruffled his hair aggressively.

You felt your heart shatter. He thought this was a mistake...? You swallowed hard, trying to keep the tears from forming.

"Y-you think what we did just now was a mistake?" You asked, voice cracking slightly.

Chan realized what he said and instantly started denying it. "No no no, I don't! It's just that, we spent so long getting over each other, you yourself said you're not over me. And i just made it worse for you,"

"I don't regret it Chan." You stated, looking at him with glassy eyes. "Everything that just happened, I don't regret any of it."

Chan looked at you sadly, pulling you into a hug. You buried your face into his shirt, feeling a few tears come out of your eyes and soak his shirt.

"Chan, if you could, would you date me again?" You mumbled, feeling kind of drowsy.

"Definitely. I wouldn't hesitate to ask you again," Chan answered. You thought for a second before replying.

"Then why aren't you saying anything now?" You ask. Chans brows knit together in confusion. He sits you up straight and looks into your eyes. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, what's holding us back from dating now?" You asked, looking right back into his eyes.

"Y/n... I'm gonna be travelling a lot. I'm only here for the week then I'm going to be going on tour for the next 2 or 3 months. We'd never work out. The same thing that happened before will happen again and I can't go through another heartbreak." Chan said dejectedly.

"I-I'll wait for you Chan, I swear. No matter how long it takes. I was selfish before and only thought of myself. I'm more open minded now, I don't mind waiting. Just please don't leave me again." You pleaded, hands clutching his shirt.

Chan felt his own tears forming, a small smile forming on his face. He cupped your cheeks, wiping the tears from your face.

"Are you sure? You'd have to be very patient with me then. I won't be able to text often, I'll be out of town at least 3 times a week, I won't always answer your calls. I'll be tired and unable to take you out on proper dates most of the time, they'd be pretty rare. Do you think you'll be able to handle all that." He asked, resting his forehead against yours.

"I'll be as patient as I possibly can. No matter how tired you are, or how far away you are or how busy you are. No matter what mood you're in. I'll support you however I can and be as understanding as possible. I promise." You answered, a smile forming on your face as well.

"Well then L/n Y/n, will you be my girlfriend... again?" Chan asked, giggling a little. Your smile turned into a grin and you kissed Chan softly.

"Does that answer your question?" You asked after pulling away. Chan pecked your forehead and nodded.

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Chan was driving you home, not realizing how late it had gotten. He held your hand in his while keeping the other on the wheel, refusing to let go when you told him to keep both hands on the wheel.

You and Chan caught up along the way, with Chan talking about his music and future albums and you talking about your life as a content creator and your job. Chan, much to your dismay confessed to watching your videos when he was bored or too lazy to continue working, claiming that your videos were very entertaining and creative.

"The way you were trying to get dress coded at work had me laughing like crazy!" Chan exclaimed, stilling laughing while imitating how happy you were when you finally did get dress coded.

"Everyone's worn that shirt at least once! I was determined to wear it as well. Besides you gotta break the rules every now and then," you winked, giggling right after.

The both of you were silent for a little while, simply enjoying each others presence before you accidentally snorted out loud. Chan glanced you with an eyebrow raised. "What was that?"

"Sorry," you giggled, a faint blush on your face out of embarrassment. "I was just thinking about everything that happened. We did everything in the wrong order. You were supposed to asked me out first, take me in a date and then we'd get to the fucking stage. But we went straight to fucking then you asked me out."

"We're unique. We don't follow the rules." Chan laughed. "By the way, I'll take you on a date tomorrow."

You snorted again, loving how messed up your sequence was. "Okay, I can't wait."

And from then on you and Chan found yourselves living your best lives with each other. Nothing like the first relationship you had. Rather than showing a lack of affection and communication like before, you were much more the opposite. And that's exactly how you'd perfer it to be.

Fin.

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Should I make an alternate ending or a part 2👀? I kinda wanna make y'all cry jdsjka.

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miss-tc-nova · 3 years

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A Garden for the Lost - Marluxia

Hey! Most of my zine work is coming to a close, meaning I can post this one here! Written for the @disorganizine. It was a blast to be part of such an awesome project.

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Lord of Castle Oblivion: the man takes immense pride in his position, even if it’s been handed to him by the very person he seeks to ruin. Nevertheless, between overseeing the castle and plotting his take over, there’s little time to recoup. Despite his ambition and drive, Marluxia still needs those moments in which he can forget obligations and goals and focus on something he wants to do.

So he made time. With Vexen as acting lord for a day, Marluxia has taken to another world.

Upon his first visit, only dirt greeted him. However, when no inhabitants had been found to be a bother, the barren plot was claimed as his own. Since then, the dusty, drab lot has transformed into a lush, expansive garden. Everything inside has been grown by the Graceful Assassin himself; even the little toolshed and bustling greenhouse had been put up with his own hands. Flowers of all sorts comfortably thrive here from roses to snap dragons—there’s even a cactus patch in its own sandy enclosure. This is his sanctuary—the only place he has ever felt complete. It’s absurd to say he enjoys this hobby seeing as he has no heart, but for as long as he can remember, peace only finds him when he indulges in gardening.

The hefty black coat is shed, sloughing off the woes of work with it. Boots scrape the dirt path as he makes his way towards the greenhouse; there are some seedlings that require his attention.

And that’s when he notices it: shuffling among the vegetation is something unknown. As it makes its way through the rose bushes, Marluxia begins to stalk the rustle. Every now and then, the top of a silver head bobs above the leaves, a pair of folded ears bouncing and a ring of flowers perched between them.

The shifting halts at the end of the shrub line causing the assassin to freeze. The intruder is feline in its characteristics but is clearly no ordinary house cat. A cape sits across small shoulders and a large, pink coin purse hangs from its neck. A crown with the most intricate weaving sits atop its head, made of flora from this very garden.

Before the animal is a previously empty patch Marluxia had not yet designated, though that seems to have changed. Little paws lift a watering can over the freshly planted foliage. The flower looks like a flock of ridiculous birds on alert. Green and ruby “beaks” jut out at the top of the stalk with a vibrant crown of gold and violet. A twinge in his chest causes Marluxia to act.

“Excuse me,” he sneers, having long lost his sense of sympathy—if he ever had one.

The watering can clatters to the ground with a shocked gasp. Blue eyes peer up at the gardener before a puff of smoke engulfs the feline.

“Hey!” But the strange cat is already gone.

A closer look at the plant reveals an orange ribbon tied around the stem of the brightest bloom.

No warning brings about the pain that suddenly surges through his skull. With a snarl, Marluxia stumbles back, but no amount of grasping or wincing eases the agony. Unprovoked, it swells and spreads until it overwhelms the man, bringing him to his knees. The blinding ache only fades when he blacks out.

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“—r—m. L—ia—”

What happened?

“L—m.”

Eyes flutter open to a brilliant sky. Blue, yellow, and every shade of pink frames his vision, the soft petals occasionally grazing against him as they sway in the breeze.

“Figures you’d be snoozin’ here.”

Pushing from the flowers, Marluxia glances back, finding a crowd of blurred faces strolling closer.

Who are they?

Without consent, his lips pull back in a smile—a real smile without all the insincerity and secrecy he’s become so skilled at. “You caught me.”

“That makes this my nappin’ spot now. Scram.” A hand meets his shoulder in a teasing shove, provoking light laughter from the confused man.

“Oh come on, _____,” a feminine voice scolds. High pitch ringing and static consumes her voice for a moment but no one acknowledges the anomaly. “We caught you asleep in the library like an hour ago.”

The first stranger, clad in black, flops into the flowers. “Aw, well now you went and blew my secret.”

“Did I miss a meeting or something?” Marluxia asks.

The third, a blur sitting above a crimson scarf, reassures him, “No. We were just worried about you; haven’t seen you all day. Only ______ seemed to know where to find you.” Again, the name is drowned out in a blaring mesh of noise.

He looks to the man beside him, somehow finding this normal. “You knew, huh?”

A finger points to a looming tower not far off. “Yep. Could see you from the window.”

“Really?” interrupts the girl. “You couldn’t have just told us that instead of dragging us all the way out here?”

“What fun would that have been?” He lies back, his hat tipping forward to shade his face. “Besides, why would you wanna miss this view?”

“It is pretty,” admits the one in the scarf.

These people, regardless of who they are, have managed to bring out a lightness that Marluxia can’t recall ever feeling. With no memories of who he used to be, he can only assume that this is what happiness must feel like to somebodies. It’s as warm as the sun, as light as the breeze, and as beautiful as the flowers; he can’t imagine how he’s gone so long without knowing something so wonderful could exist.

A fourth voice, the last stranger, speaks, “Hey, did you ever find _____?”

This time, the cacophony is far more extreme, picking at his brain like needles. They sink in, allowing this oozing pain to seep through. Whatever spell gave him this bliss is broken, freeing Marluxia and allowing him to grip at the stabbing in his head.

Clouds roll in, bringing threats of a storm and snuffing the serenity for good. Carried along by a sudden gust is a chill that sweeps over the field. The first three strangers disintegrate in the wind, leaving behind the last. His face clears, revealing someone Marluxia is fairly familiar with.

Roxas?!

Blue eyes, usually full of innocent curiosity, are empty, as if dead. Curled around him, waving menacingly, are tendrils of darkness. He’s a threat.

“—iam.”

What is this?!

Foreboding shadows engulf the boy as they reach for their new victim. From within, a pair of violent, yellow eyes pierce through to leer at the man. That gaze antagonizes the ache that paralyzes him.

“L—r—.”

What’s happening?!

With the impending darkness looming above, he cannot fight the inevitable, only brace for the end.

Shrieks of scraped metal fill the air. Peering past the pain, Marluxia peeks just in time to see the shadows and the boy fading away on the other side of a massive scythe—his scythe. The weapon towers over him, wielded by a Nobody he’s never seen before. Wings splay out behind the female figure with swaying vines. Beneath the pink mask is her empty, tormented face with golden eyes that seem to pity Marluxia.

“_____.”

His attention drops to the ground; there’s a girl there, clad in white as if to mock his usual black coat. Her face is entirely veiled with only two strands of red hair giving her any defining features.

Immediately, Marluxia’s mouth produces a word he can’t hear. Everything in his body is pushing him to approach but as he reaches for her, something repels his advance. Sound pours from his mouth but he can’t decipher a single syllable. He’d give anything to reach her but he doesn’t know what’s driving this desire—he doesn’t understand why she’s so important.

A flurry of petals blasts at the man and his feet begin to drift—he’s losing ground.

“No! Wait! _____!” Screams tear from his throat even if he can’t hear them. “_____!”

The gale grows stronger, sending him flying back. The robed figure grows farther and farther out of reach as the darkness consumes him.

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Coming to, Marluxia clears his bleary eyes. The sky above is tinted in pink, the sunset warning him of lost time. Rubbing at his face as he sits up, he struggles to remember his dream. It ends in failure as every frame is forgotten, despite the feeling of importance it holds.

Rising to his feet, the assassin immediately rediscovers the tall blooms he’d been suspicious of earlier.

The Bird of Paradise. Its name slips from his mouth: “Strelitzia.”

The colors of the flowers suddenly bleed together. A hand lifts to clear his vision but comes away with smears of water. Just the thought of shedding tears perplexes the man, let alone actually crying. Regardless of what Xemnas likes to pretend, Nobodies cannot have emotions. So Marluxia chalks it up to his body having some sort of reaction to the flowers—they need to be disposed of.

Reaching out with the intention of tearing off the blossom, Marluxia snags the vermillion ribbon. Another spasm of pain wracks his brain while a strange twinge ripples in his chest. The backlash causes the man to stumble, the fabric coming free in his grip.

Once recovered, he glares but this plant still has some sort of spell on him. The cloth is crushed in his fist in spite of the futility. Releasing the pent-up tension in a huff, he turns away; it’s too late to be worrying about some pest of a plant.

“I’ll deal with it later,” he grumbles.

But Marluxia never does. Days turn to weeks and then months and the plant thrives. It grows taller and releases more blooms of the exotic flower. He makes a point not to, but there are clear signs of it being tended to: his tools move, fresh dirt and fertilizer are taken, and the ground around it is disturbed with stolen equipment and paw prints. Clearly, the creature visits often.

The strange thing is Marluxia’s waning hatred for the flower and its caretaker. In his usual upkeep of his garden, extra supplies are purchased to account for the invasive plant. He even picked up a smaller watering can he’d spotted while passing through the market. The cat still refuses to reveal itself, but there are signs of its presence—including the occasional flower crown waiting for him. By the third, he finds these little gifts not at all annoying, often pressing them in books kept on a shelf in the greenhouse.

As for the ribbon, Marluxia keeps it—something about the strip of material compels him to. Hardly a day goes by without it on his person. It reminds him of his precious garden and the little gardening creature in it, but at the same time, it reminds him of his task. He can’t exactly say why, but that piece of fabric pushes him towards his goal.

Even if it completely consumes him, there will be no stopping Marluxia until he reclaims what he’s lost.

#marluxia #chirithy #kh zine #zine feat nova

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absolutelythelargestbeefiesthog · 4 years

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THIS IS THE LAST CHAPTER OF SKEKVAS EPIC ADVENTURE!!!

DONT CRY ALL GOOD THINGS END EXCEPT FOR ME I AM IMMORTAL

SkekVas had found the big arathim nest because he was resally smart.

He came out and into it and was looking around,

“Wow this is one big arathims nest,” and it was.

But where were the arathim?

“I dont know where the arathim are” said skekong because he was not as smart as skekvar and he could only notice things that werent there and not things that were there like the big size of the nest

“These arathim are planning to really destroy us this time” skekong said and skekvas rolled his eyes

“Good luck to them!” skekloch, “because were going to kick their butts!”

“Yes we are!” said skekvas, because i am here and i am leading you! So stop being so cowardly skekong!”

“I’m not being cowardly,” said cowardly skekong, “I am just saying thast we have an army of gelfling slaves for a reason why did we not bring them? This shows a lack of foresight.”

“I did say there were a lot fo arathim” said skekle, “Diod skeksin not say there were a lot fo arathim?”

“Yes he said it was big.” Skekvas as getting annoyed. It was stupdi that they should slow down the narrative flow by having a big conversation right as the action should be starting.,

“Skeksin probably pretended there were less to the emperor to send us down here to be killed!” said skekong and for once he was saying something smart.

Skekvas nodded his head and gave a big grunt to show he agreed,

“Yes, we will smash skeksin head in when we get back and we will pull his dress over his head and throw him in the moat”

“Good one!” said Skekloch, “I cant wait!”

They all laughed and then skekvas said,

“Biut not you skekle, dirty tramp.” and then skekle was sad because he was a trampy exile.

Just then the arathim arrived which was good because everyone was getting bored.

The arathim formed a big face and said,

“You dare come into our big nest? Your time has come! Ruination befall you! You have stolen our homes and our culture and now we will steal your lives and our planet back!”

Skekvas said,

“Die!” which was a good succinct war cry

The arathim attacked bu the skeksis were too strong and by skeksis i mean skekvas. The others were ok biut mostly they were cannon fodder and distraction. All in all skekvas was the most important one and if he hadnt have been there things would have gone wrong instead of right like he made it when he dragged it all out of the fire. He was pretty great. And also his hair flew like a lustrous mane when he did a might jump. When he did a mighty jump he swang his sword through the sair and it made a tching! Sound and it shined bright.

“Oh no!” sai dthe arathim is that the tri glaive again?!”

And Skekvas said,

“I dont think so!” and he did a big stab! He stabbed forward! He stabbed backwards! He stabbed left! He stabbed right! He stabbed all the bits in between and did several swings and circles and spun around and also he had a blade on his tail and two shields which he used with his second arms. His second arms were kind of small but its not about size its about how you use them.

Skekvas had thought hte sword was just cool but actually it kind of was liek the triglaive. The nasty piece of poo skekgla had run away with the original triglaive but skekrek had made this second one and skekvas used it with deadly skill to stab. He killed all the arathim basically on his oown and in the end he was bathed in blood and juices and smelling all musky and sweaty in a sexy way.

Also his hair was still perfect.

He brushed it out of his face and said,

“Phew! I have done so much killing and now i am feeling so sexy. And also i want a snack.”

“That was so much fun” said skekloch, “I love killing and i love spending time with my friends when we murder.”

“Me too said skekvas”

“Yeah” said skekong but skekvas rolle dhis eyes because skekong wasnt his friend and so he wasnt included in the sentiment.

Skekle said,

“You’ll tell the emperor about me telling skeksin and about how helpful iw as in this fight?”

“Were you?” said skekvas and they all laughed and skekvas punched skekle and skekle hid a big cry.

They were all tired but they collvected up some trophies and climbed back up the big hole to go home.

When they got home they walked into the throne room in slow motion. The emperor did a radiant smile

“Well done my general” he said#

Skekvas loved it when he said ‘my general’ and skekvas did a big bow.

The emperor did a big sniff, he could smell skekvas musky sexy murder smell

Skekvas and the other presented their war trophies and the emperor smile grew even bigger and skekvas knew he had done a really good job then he noticed skeksin skulking beside the throne looking like a hunched little crawly man and he grew inflamed with rage

“Skeksin tried to kill us!2 skekvas said, “he didnt say how big the arathim nest really was! We should have had back up!”

“Oh,” said the emperor, “did you not succeed?”

Yes said skekvas

“All by yourself?”

“Yes, said skekvas

“Then why did you need back up? Were you scared? Said the emperor

Skekvas felt his manhood shrink. He felt totally humiliated and tricked. No doubt skekong had said that stupid thing earlier to put the thought into skekvas head because he was working with skeksin to undermine skekvas because they wer eboth evil. Skekvas felt so small that all the fun of killing left him. His day was ruined. The emperor laughed at him and then arranged for a big feast.

At the big feast everyone had fun except skekvas. They all through a big party and had a blast and had a lot to drink. Skekvas drank a lot too but that was only so he could hide the fact that he was not smiling by holding his cup in front of his face. He had really thoughthat this time he would make his big impression but skeksin schemes had undermines him again and ruined everything.

Why does this always happen to me? Skekvas thought

I am so perfect, handsome, smatt, strong, and sexy? Maybe that is my pronblem?

But he couldnt figure out how it could be.

After the dinner skekvas went for a wlk. He couldnt sleep and he just felt bad and goning to a walk and finding animals to kill sometimes made him feel better and if not he would punch a tree until he was too tired and then go to bed. He walked for a long time and stood in the shade of a big tree and looked at the big castle with all the light son in the windows. It eaz beautiful and it was his home. But he also felt sadness there feeling like he couldnt do enough as he wanted to do.

Why am i destined to be incomplete? He thought, thinking a deep thought,.

He often thought deep thoughts.

“I wish that i could just kill skeksin but i am a hero and a hero abides by the rules and it would make the emperer mad and he would banish me. I dont evr want to be away from his side but benign with him feels like ia m so close but not close enough.”

“If only he could see that i am perfect for him he would let me sit with him a the dinner table and maybe hold his hand.”

Skekvas gave a big sigh. In the shadow of the big tree he held his own hand and pretended it wasnt his. This is something heroes do a lot because part of being a hero is being selfless and able to withstand great personal torment like an aching heart and a heldless hand.

After a while skekvas stood up. He knew he was realy strong not just in killoing and in his large powerful muscular body but in his mind and will and heart too. Skekvas knew that love was the only thing you didnt share and so was heartache. His heartache was his burden for being a hero and also being the strongest. And the best.

“The emperor will see that i am amazing and he will want to hold my hand and touch my beautiful body and run his fingers from my flowing mane of hair.”

He said this outloud because it was his vision and he wanted the world to hear it and know it was going to be true. Heroes have to have a vision thety fight for. This was skekvas vision the vision fo the glorious beautiful radiant emperor shining and sparkling like the moons. Skekvas went back to the castle. He had an important mission.

His important missionw as he gathered all of his friends and even skekong who had insisted, under pressure, that he had genuinely thought skeksin was a liar. The friends all gathered together and using the power of friendship they lifted skeksin up in the air while he was screaming and they threw him over the balcony and into the moat. The emperor was watching snd he did a big laugh and smiled at skekvas. Skekvas knew this was a sign. Skekvas had thought his hardest trial would be to kil the big arathim but that had been easy because skekvas was so strong and powerful and a good fighter. No. his greatest trial was withstanding the evil trickery and lies of skeksin that keopt stopping the emperor from falling in love with skekvas. The emperor giving a smile was a clear sign that he would definitely fall in love with skekvas soon. This was an epic end to skekvas epic story. Maybe there will be a sequel where they kiss i dont know. That would be cool i think. I think that would be really good if they kissed.

This is the end of the story. I know maybe you thought it would be more triumphant but actually this is a story for adults and you realise when you are wise like me that sometimes life isnt all big victories. Life is very complociated and you can have good battle and lost wars and bad battles and won wars. The trick is to keep fighting. Except when it is better to stop fighting. But most of the time to win a war you haver to do some kind of fiughting. Just be good at fighting is my advice. I know you have enjoyed this story and you are probably wishing it was more but like all the best stories it is only three parts because i ran out of things to say towards the end. Feel free to tell me how my writing has changed your life for the better.

You’re welcome

Love,

SkekVar

#skekVar #skekvar the general

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lacrossepapi · 6 years

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Remember Me

Summary: What if Stiles met Peter in the two year window between his mother's death and the Hale fire? Though, there's always a fire. There's always a man. There's always a city. Does loving someone actually change anything?

Chapter One:

“Honey where’s the phone?” A seemingly innocent question.

“Mommy it’s on the counter.” Stiles answered from his spot on the floor surrounded by Halloween coloring books.

“How on Earth could it be on the counter? The cord can’t reach that far.” Stiles stopped coloring as he processed those words.

He had noticed his dad getting more and more nervous, had noticed the multiple trips out to some place he wasn’t allowed to go with. Despite his parent’s increasingly suspicious actions Stiles had just shrugged it off and enjoyed his time with Scott while they were gone. His mom was acting weird, not suspicious. Stiles had no reason to be as worried as he was, but his mom was his favorite person in the whole world and she should’ve known they didn’t have a corded phone.

“Mommy? We threw away the phone with the cord a long time ago. Don’t you ‘member?” He asked, his head tilting to the left as he glanced over his mom making sure she wasn’t hurt or something.

“Oh! Yes I remember now sweet baby!” She laughed as she said it, but it wasn’t her normal happy laugh and that made Stiles nervous.

“Well hello there cutie.” Stiles loved when his mommy called him nice things.

“Hi!” he chirped happily bouncing on his toes.

“Did you lose your parents? Want me to help you find them?” Claudia asked with a kind smile as she crouched in front of him.

“M-Mommy?” Stiles asked confused by the game his mommy was playing.

“My husband’s a police officer, let’s go find him so he can help!” Claudia cheered, grabbing his hand and walking to his father.

“Hey darling! A precious little boy needs some help finding his parents, wanna help me look for them?” Claudia asked her husband, her hand still firmly holding her son’s.

“Sure thing my love. What’s your-“ Noah stopped short when he turned around and saw Stiles.

“Stiles, baby boy, can you go wait in the car? Me and your mommy will meet you out there in a little bit, okay?” Stiles smiled at his daddy, happy that someone was finally making sense.

He waited in the car, making sure to buckle himself into his booster seat. Mrs.Mcall was the one that came to get him, not his daddy.

“Hello there sunshine!” Melissa smiled at him as she opened the door.

“Hi Mrs.Melissa! Do you know how long mommy and daddy are going to be inside? I’ve been waiting for them because daddy told me to, but I’m bored!” He whined, though he was still smiling at his friend’s mom.

Her face flickered for a second, her smile dropping, before she said, “Your daddy took your mommy out for some candy. I’m here to take you and Scott out for some ice cream, which is better right?”

Stiles nodded because ice cream was better than candy, especially if his daddy was the one picking out the candy. He always picked out the gross ones like Swedish Fish and those weird root beer barrels.

“What are you doing in my house?” The question stopped Stiles in his tracks.

“Mommy? What do you mean? I live here wich you.” Stiles was now worried, this was the second time his mommy forgot him.

“No you do not. You must be here to steal something. You need to go! My husbands a deputy and I’ll have you arrested! Get out of here right now!” His mommy was screaming at him.

Stiles had never heard his mommy scream, much less at him. Stiles has been in trouble, more often than not actually, but his parent’s never yelled at him for it. This was new and Stiles was scared. He dropped his pencil and ran out the door before she could throw the book in her hand. He knew that he shouldn’t be crying, that clearly he had done something wrong and his mommy had finally stopped being patient with his mess ups.

He was startled out of his dark thoughts when a big big dog was suddenly beside him, but maybe he wasn’t suddenly there maybe he had been walking beside Stiles for a while. Stiles really hadn’t been paying attention as he wandered around crying.

“H-hullo there. Are you gonna walk with me? That’s nice of you Mr. Doggy.” Stiles muttered through his tears.

The dog huffed beside him and Stiles gave a small laugh before saying, “You’re right that’s not a good name. I’ll come up with something better I promise.”

He hesitantly raised his hand and pushed it through the dog’s fur, hoping he wasn’t going to make it mad like he’d made his mommy.

“I made mommy mad. Sh-She thought I was a boogerler and that I wanted to hurt her. I’d never hurt my mommy! I don’t like mommy when she’s that mad, so I’m gonna stay out of the house for a little bit. I didn’t mean to make her mad. She’s my favoritest person in the world!” Stiles vented his thoughts to the quiet dog beside him.

“You’re really big for a puppy. All dogs are puppies by the way so I’m gonna call you a puppy if I wanna. Why are you so big? You’re as tall as me and I’m the tallest boy in the third grade!” He smiled at the big black dog.

“Fluffy!” Stiles shouted throwing his hands in the arm.

The dog stopped and turned to face Stiles, who was standing still with a bright smile and dry tears on his freckled face. The dog tilted his head as he waited for Stiles to elaborate.

“You’re name is Fluffy!! Cause you’re a big scary black dog like Hagrid’s!! You don’t have three heads but that’s okay!” Stiles smiled at the dog before stepping forward and placing his hand slowly on the dog’s head.

The dog huffed again, but lowered his head slightly to let Stiles pet him, which made Stiles smiled so wide it hurt.

“My daddy’s a police ocifer! He gets to play with big puppies too. Not as big as you though!” Stiles exclaimed as he continued walking.

“If you wanna you can come home with me. We have a big back yard! It has trees in the backyard! A lot of trees make a forest so my backyard is actually part of a forest! Isn’t that cool?” Stiles asked his head tilting like the dog’s.

Before the dog could do anything like yip or bark it suddenly stopped and turned its head so it was looking behind them. Stiles was about to ask the puppy what was wrong when it turned back to him and licked his face before running off into the dark forest.

“I guess he didn’t want to come home with me. I don’t blame him. Mommy’s scary when she’s mad and I’m gonna asidentily make her mad again. I don’t mean to be bad.” His words ended in a sob as fresh tear spilled from his eyes.

“Stiles! Stiles oh my god I found you!” Stiles turned to find his daddy getting out of his bright, loud car, “Come here angel. My sweet baby boy why did you leave? You’re mommy called and said someone was in the house but you weren’t there when I came to check on you two.” Noah was panting as he dropped to his knees and pulled his son into his arms.

“D-Daddy! Mommy th-thought I was trynna h-h-hurt her! Th-Thought I was a robber! T-told me to go!” Stiles wailed in his father’s arms, clutching his uniform tightly.

“We shouldn’t be doing this.” Scott whispered.

“Scott I gotta know what’s wrong with my mommy!” Stiles snapped as he turned back to the computer.

“But we’re supposed to be in the cafeteria not the liberry!” Scott whined.

Stiles just shook his head and ignored him.

“We’re gonna get in trouble!!” Scott whined louder.

Stiles closed his eyes for a moment to breathe.

“It’s gotta be either All-z-heemers or D-men-ti-a. They both cause memory loss and para-no-ia. There’s no cure. My mommy is going to keep forgetting me.” Stiles finished with a whimper and bolted out the door.

Stiles didn’t realize he was running until he was out the front doors of the school and tearing down sidewalk. He didn’t know where he was going, he just needed to get away. Soon he was passing the high school’s lacrosse field and into the woods. He knew better than to wander the forest in a distressed state but being around people felt suffocating. Stiles had always liked the woods they were calm and quiet, so unlike his world. He knew the woods behind his house well, but these woods were different, more chaotic. Darker.

Stiles stumbled over a root and landed face first in mud.

“Great! Just great! My mommy is forgetting me, my daddy knows, but wouldn’t tell me, Mrs. Melissa always looks at me like she’s gonna cry, and now I’m covered in dumb mud out in the middle of the dumb woods instead of in dumb school! I don’t wanna be in trouble anymore! I don’t want mommy to hate me anymore! I don’t want daddy to cry again! I don’t wanna go home anymore! I’m gonna live out here in the woods!” Stiles was so angry, his blood was roaring in his ears as he screamed and thrashed around.

A soft, wet nose was suddenly nudging his cheek. Stiles shot up with a startled squawk as his eyes scanned his surroundings.

“Fluffy?” he asked softly, his head tilting to the left.

The dog dipped his head in greeting before sitting back on his hind legs.

“I missed you.” Stiles sighed, his fury dissipating as he smiled softly at the dog.

Fluffy leaned forward and licked his cheek making Stiles giggle.

“You’re so nice to me.” He had started with a smile, but that quickly faded as a sob tore out of his mouth

Fluffy whined quietly and shuffled forward so that they were leaning together. Stiles leaned his face into Fluffy’s fur and cried.

Stiles didn’t remember how he made it home, but he woke up curled up on the couch with a blanket covering him.

Stiles had woken up to his daddy yelling his name. He had scared his daddy by running away, and now he was grounded.

That was fair, so Stiles stuck to his punishment; no more going to the Mcall house after school, no more video games, no more computer. Stiles decided to start running through the woods in his backyard. He never went too far in case his dad came home, but he didn’t stay too close incase his mom forgot him again. Stiles doesn’t know if she ever remembered him again. He hid from her, made sure they were only together if his daddy was home too.

Stiles was on his way back when he heard a short scream and a loud thump from his house. He ran back as fast as he could, that had been Claudia’s scream. He ran straight into the house and to his collapsed mother. He skidded to a halt beside her as she started screaming again.

“Get away! Get away from me! I won’t let you kill me! Demon! Monster! Someone help me! He’s going to kill me!” His mommy screamed and screamed as she twisted away from him trying to drag her broken leg as quickly as she could.

“Mommy?” Stiles voice broke as he watched her crawl away and call him a demon.

He didn’t know what to do. He wanted to help her, but she was trying to get away from him. He started backing away so that maybe she’d stop moving and hurting herself more. His back hit the back door and he slid into the floor. He couldn’t get to her phone to call his daddy, he couldn’t help her, he couldn’t do anything.

“C-Call your husband! Call Noah!” Stiles shouted at his mom as tears fell down his face.

She must have heard him because she fumbled for the phone in her pocket, “I don’t know how to use this! What is this! Where is my cell phone?”

“Claudia slide it to me! I’ll call Noah!” It made his skin crawl to call his parents anything other than mommy and daddy, but it seemed to be calming her down.

Claudia started shaking her head wildly shouting her disagreement to his idea. Before Stiles could do anything a dark hair man was crashing through the door.

“Mrs.Stilinski! Stop moving! We’ve got to get you to a hospital!” The man yelled over her screams as he picked her up like she weighed nothing.

“P-Peter? Peter Hale?” Claudia asked, her voice sounding scratchy and strained.

“Yes ma’am. Let’s get you to a doctor.” The man, Peter Hale, said as he turned back towards the door.

“Please take care of my mom.” Stiles whispered as he curled in on himself.

The man’s head whipped around to him, his eyes flashing in the light.

“Sweet boy you’re coming with. Her leg’s going to be fine but we need to go. I called the station and your dad is going to meet us there.” Peter assured him before stepping out the door.

Stiles followed slowly, scared that he was going to upset his mother again. He didn’t need to worry because it seemed she had fallen asleep in the back seat of Peter’s car. Stiles stood in front of the car fiddling with his sleeves, wondering what to do now, when a warm hand landed on his shoulder. Stiles looked up and found himself reassured by the blue eyes and kind smile he found on Peter’s face.

“Let’s go sweet boy.” Peter’s calm voice soothing Stiles’ panic.

“Thank you. She’s my favoritest person in world. She needs to be okay. She has to be.” Stiles quietly pleaded as he got into the passenger seat and buckled himself in.

Peter watched the boy get in and smiled to himself, “I know angel.”

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#steter #peter hale #stiles stilinski #teen wolf #peter/stiles #the steter network #steternetwork #steter fanfic #peterstiles #kyla writes #kyla creates

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