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adonis-koo · 3 years

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↳ Summary: You’re a creature of habit, you plan everything from each hour to each day, so you can imagine the chaos which ensues after you discover a random guy leaking black goo in a ditch- who just so happens to be an alien.

↳ Pairing: Jungkook/Reader

↳ Genre: lowkey strangers to lovers, alien!jungkook, fluff, smut,

Word Count: 12k

Tags: before anyone asks, yes tentacles are involved because I’m a proud monster fucker, jungkook has separation anxiety from Mc :(, he’s immediately whipped, and he can’t speak any human language at first oops, he like,,,tries it for a second before MC goes 🏃‍♀️ this is unedited and for that im sorry bc yikes

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In many cases, you could recall how you got into situations. For instance, when you were late to your mid morning lecture, you had zero excuses- not that the professor cared at all when you walked in with a bag of mcdonalds and a venti latte from starbucks. But the principle of the situation remained the same, you knew your actions would cause you to be late. You understood the consequences of your actions.

The same could not be said for when you took in the curious male who didn’t understand a word you said.

“What do you mean you just- picked him up off the side of a fucking ditch!” Jimin flailed his hands as you twisted around to face you, the male was examining his hands as if he had never seen them before, not paying either of you any mind.

You held up your hands as you replied, “I did!” You shouted back, immediately gaining the males attention as his eyes flashed between you and Jimin, “He was just…! Laying there! I don’t fucking know! What was I supposed to do? Leave him, look he’s hurt.” You pointed out the obvious wounds he sported.

“...He’s bleeding black goo Y/n! Have you never seen a horror movie before oh my god!” Jimin grabbed his head as his voice became dramatic and peril, “You’re practically number one on his kill list! He’s probably here to abduct us and- and butt probe us or some shit!”

You raised your brows defensively as you crossed your arms, “Look at him!” You pointed a finger at the male making him flinch a little, leaning a little away from you where he sat as his expression shifted, looking as if he was a kicked puppy at your tone, “Does that look like a butt probing alien to you shit face?”

“Maybe!” Jimin snapped back, “He ain’t human that’s for fucking sure! Just…!” Jimin flailed his hands, “Just look at him!”

You groaned as you rubbed your face, you knew it looked bad! You hadn’t meant to stumble across a body when you went out for your morning walk which you had been trying to do in an effort to be more mindful and healthy, but it seemed to only lead you to stressing the fuck out.

You turned to look at the male, he looked anything but alien, well- for the most part. His eyes looked up at you almost glossy like, they were big and doe like, his lips plush and his hair dusted his eyes yet almost looked like a raven blue.

He looked human, mostly. The part that threw you off was, for one the black goo that trickled down his skin- maybe if you were a photography major you’d scream how aesthetic it was and just take a picture before leaving him to die, but unfortunately this wasn’t the case and here you were.

The other part of him was, well....the bits that glowed. You would’ve honestly mistook him for a horrible Avatar cosplayer that had a little too much last night had it not been for the black goo, the strip of glow emitted from his body all the way from his hands up his arms, and you assumed back to his shoulders as well.

Most might have considered it tattoo’s and maybe you could pass it off as such if it weren’t for the constant soft hue purple, it shifted between blue occasionally but remained purple for most of the duration you had spent with him.

“What the hell are you even gonna tell Seokjin!” Jimin grabbed his head as he began to pace, “He totally won’t let this- this thing stay with us!”

You glared as you stomped over to the male who straightened a little, the marks on his skin suddenly tinging red as you turned to face Jimin, “Seokjin can shut the fuck up! And so can you! For all we know he’s just into special effects and can’t speak English you xenophobic fuck!”

“I’m Korean you whore!” Jimin dramatically shouted as he walked across the apartment, for what reason? You weren’t sure other than to make a point and raise his voice, “I know Asian when I see it and that’s not it! I’m headed for class and when I get back he better be back in his fucking UFO.”

You rolled your eyes as you kneeled down to look at the male, the marks had flared back to it’s constant state of purple once more as he blinked, “I’m sorry about him,” You apologized sheepishly, “He ah...he’s an asshole,” The male only tilted his head a little, “I’m...Y/n.” You felt a bit dumb talking to him.

You didn’t want to assume he couldn’t understand you but...well...He just seemed so, curious, innocent even. His eyes peered around at his surroundings as if he had never seen them before. Not as if he hadn’t been in your home but, as if he had never sat on a bed, his body would bounce a little as if testing the springs only to find out they’d bounce and his eyes would light up.

He had been playing with the light switch on the wall of the apartment when you first got home, he didn’t seem to understand you necessarily but he responded well to the tone of voice because when you told him to stop he seemed to understand.

He had tried to speak a few times, but...Well, Jimin may have had a point, it didn’t sound like any Asian dialect, at all. It didn’t even sound like any language you had even heard of...Even if he looked like some sort of Asian ethnicity, which you supposed was the strangest part about this. He looked human, but he didn’t sound human.

He spoke in a sort of throaty tongue that seemed frantic at first, but he must have quickly realized you couldn’t understand him and had opted to mute ever since, “What’s your name?” You asked, only to sigh in response as he blinked unsuspecting of whatever you had said.

Sitting down in front of him you sighed, “Okay nevermind, we’ll figure out a name to give you meanwhile- hmmm, let’s get those fixed up yeah?” You stood up, noticing he wasn’t doing the same, leaning down you went to grab his hand.

The marks on his arms suddenly lit in a deep maroon red as he jumped back making you screech- whatever thought of you assuming he was human went out the window at the sudden burst of...of....tentacles pushing out of his back and pulling in front of him like some sort of shield.

“Woah! Woah holy shit, oh my god!” You flailed at the sight of his narrowed eyes and his defensive stance as you held out your hands in sign of peace, “I’m not going to hurt you! I- I just want to fix your wounds okay!” You fumbled out the words, “I’m your friend, yeah?”

His eyes squinted a little further as he glanced between your hands and your hand, tentacles like you had seen- no you weren’t gonna go there- they looked almost- No. You weren’t gonna say it, you weren’t even gonna think it. They were almost glass like, but looked as soft as silk, probably deadly and something you shouldn’t touch.

They restricted a little and much to your surprise he parted his lips as he slowly spoke, “...Friend…” As if testing the word on his lips. You raised your brows in surprise, if this man was an alien then...he was a really quick learner.

You nodded rapidly as you spoke,” Yes! Yes! I’m a friend! Friend’s don’t hurt each other. Just...let me…” You slowly approached him, trying not to watch the four tentacles that emerged from his back keep your attention away from his face, the markings on his arms glowed a dimmer red, as if his initial reaction calmed down, slowly it melted back into a soft purple hue as his eyes carefully watched you grab his hand as you repeated, “Friend.” You gave it a little squeeze, his brows furrowing as he looked at his much larger hand encasing yours, to your face before back to your hand which held his.

“Friend.” He echoed back tilting his head a little before his eyes suddenly lit up in understanding, nodding frantically he replied, “Friend!” His expression of anger was like the night to the day of his smile, which was bright and almost childlike, as if he suddenly realized what the term friend meant, “Friend!” He squeezed your hand back causing you to squeak at the immense strength he had, the symbol that curved on his hand suddenly shifted to a dark grey as his eyes quickly became worried.

“Friend?” His voice gentler this time as he stood up, practically towering over you as he peered down as if you were a little puppy, concerned he had hurt you.

“I’m okay!” You nodded, feeling your voice a pitch higher and your face felt hot despite knowing full and damn well you were not going to fuck this alien, yet you had definitely watched too much hentai in your life to at least not let the thought cross your mind once. He was good looking, by human definition anyways, “Lets um...let’s just get you into the living room.”

Curiously he followed you before you had him sit on the couch, he gave a little bounce to the cushion as his brows furrowed before his lower lip jutted into a pout- obviously realizing this surface wasn’t bouncy….How could an alien be in your house, who nearly killed you with the tentacles from his back….look like this...

You briefly wondered this question as you frowned, grabbing the first aid kit before sitting back down beside him, his marks suddenly glowing purple as his eyes curiously watched you pull out a rubbing alcohol wipe, you paused as you looked at his big doe eyes that looked at you so innocently...If he reacted violently to his hand being held you knew damn well this was going to be a bitch to convince him you weren’t trying to kill him…

“Look…” Your voice drew his eyes to yours as he focused on your words, “This is gonna...hurt...a lot okay…?” You offered a semi awkward half smile, gesturing to your own bicep where it was bleeding on him before gesturing to him, “Pain…” You nodded a little, making him nod, his eyes darting to his own before back to you but you could tell by the look in his eyes he had no idea what you meant.

“Pain.” You pinched his skin making him jolt, his eyes darting between your small fingers and you as he frowned, marks mixing with purple and red, “Pain…?” He mumbled, rubbing a hand on his head, suddenly he began speaking in his tongue, his voice deeper and throater then when he repeated anything in english.

Maybe talking to himself, he wasn’t looking at you as he sighed, “Pain.” He spoke more firmly as he looked at you, seemingly a little lost, you held up the wipe as you gave a defeated smile, “Pain.” You nodded, knowing he would definitely understand what the word meant once you got this over with.

To say he reacted violently, was a very poor understatement.

His marks were lit up a bright red and his tentacles had emerged from his back once and he practically flew to the other end of the couch in defense as he howled in pain as he examined the large wound on his bicep, “Friend!” He cried out in anger, eyes glaring at you and tentacles covering his body as if he was a wounded animal.

He had ended up destroying a few knick knacks around the house, a chair and a few photo frames while you attempted to chase after him in effort to clean his wound while he ran away like a puppy avoiding a bath. Obviously he knew you weren’t dangerous enough to try and hurt but...it seemed his pain tolerance was...extremely low.

Eventually you had gotten him to behave and sit down, as he glared at the floor, marks glowing yellow as you felt him wince and jolt with every dab of the wipe, “Friend.” he mumbled with gritted teeth before he spoke in his native tongue, something you assumed was probably not so nice at you.

“The feeling is mutual pal.” You muttered, not knowing what he said but knowing, deep in your heart, your feelings were most definitely the same to one another. He did little to resist your touch afterwards, eyes furrowing as he watched you carefully bandage his wound, occasionally he’d poke- not at the wound but the bandage, his fingers would pinch the material and he’d cock his head as if examining it.

“Have…” You frowned a little as you tilted your head, gaining his attention, “Have you never been to Earth?” You were going to be extremely upset if you woke up in twelve hours and Jimin told you that you were on an extreme LSD trip and you just imagined a really hot alien in your head.

His eyes lit up in the same way they had earlier, “Earth?” He raised his brows, lips parting before he suddenly looked around again, “Earth!?” He suddenly cried out as he stood up, looking around before going to the window and peaking out of the blinds, “Earth…” He suddenly spoke in his native tongue once more as he ran a hand through his hair before turning to face you, “....Human…?” He had said something else you couldn’t understand besides the singular word.

“Yes…?” You nodded making him almost whine as he grabbed his head, as if in disappointment, you offered a weak smile. You supposed if you were an alien that had seen galaxies beyond imagination you’d be pretty disappointed at seeing Earth too.

He sighed as he frowned, looking around the apartment before straightening back up as he looked at you, pointing to himself as he spoke, “JK.”

You blinked a few times, unresponsive as you frowned, “What…?” Your face scrunched as he bounced a little, repeating the two letters once more as he pointed to himself somewhat harsher, your brows raising before your lips parted, “Oh…! You’re JK! That’s your name?” You gave a smile as you nodded.

His smile was like a child as his fists curled up as he nodded rapidly, not understanding a word you said but it looked as if you understood, “Y/n.” You slowly prounicated your name as you pointed at yourself.

JK had attempted to say your name, multiple times actually, but his brows pinched in frustration, having a hard time with it, but oddly enough it was quite endearing to watch him repeatedly try and say your name, even after you have found yourself on your phone, typing in the nearest place to eat while trying to figure out how to break it to Seokjin that an alien would be boarding with you guys for awhile.

What else were you supposed to do…? Call the police? You looked at JK with a frown, he seemed oddly innocent and you’d feel guilty doing that to him, his brows pinched as he fumbled over your name once again as he puffed a breath in frustration, the marks on his arms glowing a deep hue of light orange.

“JK.” His gaze snapped to yours as he tilted his head, you offered a dull smile as you spoke carefully, “Eat?” You pointed to your mouth before stomach, JK rubbed his head briefly mirroring you as he rubbed his stomach a little confused. You hummed as you searched around before finding a leftover candybar on the coffee table, “Eat.” You pointed at it before taking a bite.

“Eat.” JK had an easy time saying that word with a nod before he suddenly seemed excited, bouncing his spot as he nodded wildly, “Eat! Y/n…!” His nose suddenly scrunched at messing up your name again.

His attention was brought back to you at the sound of you giggling at how cute he really was for someone that nearly killed you twice within the last hour, “Yeah, it’s almost dinner time, we should get something to eat, I’m starved and Seokjin banned me from the kitchen.” You gestured to him to follow you as he cocked his head, not understanding a word you were saying.

You pulled one of Seokjin’s hoodies from his laundry basket as he handed it to JK who frowned, looking at his own clothes before back at you, as if silently asking why he needed to change. No nevermind the fact he glowed like a fucking lava lamp, “Hide.” You pointed at his arms as he frowned, looking down at them.

“Hide!” You emphasized as you pointed towards your own arm then to his before it suddenly clicked as he nodded, sighing as he spoke in his own tongue the throat sound of something like mild disappointment and you could understand, but it was necessary.

JK all of a sudden pulled the shirt over his head nearly making you scream, the sight of compact muscles and tan skin that almost had an iridescent sheen glowed, your body suddenly feeling extremely warm as JK fumbled a little confused.

He frowned as he tilted his head, why were you covering your eyes? He looked down at himself before back at you, was....was he not supposed to change right here? He pulled the sweatshirt over his head, saying something that made you pick up in relief to see he was changed.

You grabbed your chest as you groaned, “Don’t do that again.” You were in too much a dry patch and desperation to be alone with an alien that had tentacles and a face like that.

Now with his marks being covered you just needed something for his hands...You frowned a little before something occurred to you, going over to Jimin’s gym bag you grabbed the finger clothes he always used to lift barbells with.

His fault he was a pussy that didn’t want to get callouses.

You handed them to Jk as he tilted his head, first examining the fabric before he slipped them on, looking at them as he snorted as if amused before saying something that sounded an awful lot like he enjoyed wearing these.

“Eat, now.” He perked up at your words as you nodded and he excitedly followed you as you grabbed your bag and phone before exiting the apartment building. JK was beyond fascination, looking around as if he had never seen anything like this place, even going so far as to wonder off a few times, immediately making you hold his hand once more to keep him next to you.

Other people also stared at him, but mainly because he was acting weird, you shoved him a little and he seemed to understand to stop.

But he still took a few peaks before his feet halted, making you nearly yanked back as he stopped, his lips parted and his eyes were all big and doe like in awe as he stared out over the sunset, speaking once more and you frowned. You wished you could at least pick up a few words of his own language, JK was honestly impressive in picking up so much in so little time.

You smiled a little at how fond he appeared to be looking out over the sunset before you tugged his hand which was still in yours, he looked down at you before pointing towards the sun as you nodded, “Yeah it’s pretty, but let’s go eat, I’m starving.”

“Pretty.” He repeated before looking back out over the sun as he repeated the word again as you tugged him along. Entering the Panda Express it was nearly empty given it was six o’clock already and the dinner rush had left but that was good, you weren’t sure you could control JK in this type of environment.

JK only observed you as you ordered for the both of you, watch the mouth watering food slide down the servers before you paid for your meal, leading you both to sit the back of the store where glass paneling was up for JK to keep looking at the sunset as you set his box in front of him.

Fried rice and orange chicken was never a bad combo for the first time eater. JK observed you as you held up your fork, plowing into your food as you sighed in contentment before a noise of amusement escaped you at the sight of JK pinching his brows as he struggled with holding his fork.

His eyes darting to you as his lips parted a whine escaping him as he messed up your name again making you laugh even harder, you waved a hand before you set down your fork, leaning over the table as you spoke, “Okay fine, fine, no need to get so pouty. Here, you just...place them like this.” You fixed his long thick fingers that fumbled a little before they properly gripped the fork.

“Okay? Like this.” You held up your own before scooping up a pile of rice with it, Jk mirrored you, puffing a breath in slight frustration at the sight of the rice falling from his fork a little, “If you’re mad about this I guess it’s a good thing i didn’t get us chopsticks.” You snorted as JK focused on his food.

You watched in curiosity as he took his first bite, his brows furrowing for a moment and his held tilting as if he was heavily focused on how it felt in his mouth before his brows shot up and almost immediately began scooping more food into his mouth like he was a fucking starved man held captive. You were surprised at how fast he was devouring his food but you only smiled softly as you began eating as well, enjoying the rest of your meal in silence.

JK had even ate the rest of your food once you were finished, you just sat there in your seat, your knee hiked up towards your chest while you ran a hand through your hair absentmindedly while watching him devour the rest of the food.

“Good?” You called out, JK’s eyes finally leaving your box of food, rice sticking to his upper lip making you smile a little as he rapidly nodded, looking like he was drunk off fried rice and orange chicken, probably not even paying attention to what you said.

By the time JK was finished he slumped in his seat, stretching out as a yawn escaped his lips, his eyes closing briefly before he sighed, looking out over the glass paneling as if something troubled him before his eyes darted back to your figure and back to the window.

You wished you could speak fluently in whatever language he spoke so you could ask what he was thinking about, once all of the innocence had melted off his expression in those child-like moments of glee, he was left like this, as if he was tired and maybe even lonely.

How did he even get here? And did he need to get back? To where he was originally going? You thought back to his disappointment when he realized he was on Earth, and if you could stretch for a reach, you’d say he obviously had another location in mind before...whatever happened.

“Hey,” you called out, drawing his attention as he raised his brows, “Home.”

He tilted his head as he echoed the word, “Home?” You stood up as you nodded with a small smile, knowing damn well you wouldn’t be able to avoid Seokjin forever.

JK stood up mirroring you before you guided him to where you threw your boxes away and he had even helped clean up the table before you both exited the shop, it was now dark out and the walk home was quiet as ever. But you enjoyed it, his company at least, you didn’t really have a lot of friends outside Jimin and Seokjin, who were your best friends since middle school and you all now split rent on an apartment close to campus.

You opened the door, peeping in as JK stood there mildly confused, Jimin and Seokjin sat on the couch watching a movie much to your disappointment, opening the door fully you pressed a finger to your lips at JK as he tilted his head before you quietly shut the door. Grabbing his hand as you gently tugged it along.

“Where in the absolute fuck do you think you’re taking him you horny fool?”

God dammit.

You grabbed your head with a groan as JK frowned, almost immediately concerned as he looked around, Seokjin stood up with his arms crossed, “He told me all about the goo monster here.”

“He’s not a monster!” You screeched making Seokjin snort as he raised a brow, “...He’s an alien.”

“Wearing MY sweatshirt!? That’s balenciaga!” Seokjin cried out, pointing an accusing finger at JK who looked a little concerned, looking at Seokjin then at you who he shuffled a little behind like a puppy with a tail between his legs.

You felt an immediate wave of protection come over you at the sight of the action as you stood in front of him, despite him towering over you, “Would you stop! I’ll get him clothes tomorrow! Just leave him alone, okay, he’s hurt, he doesn't know anything about Earth and he just…!”

“He’s not a dog Y/n!” You pressed your lips together as you looked away from Seokjin who glared at you pointedly, “We don’t know what this thing is or his intentions.”

It was difficult to imagine JK’s intentions being anything but good when he was delighted at finding out your bed was bouncy, or the take of friend rice and orange chicken, or his excitement at the sunset, “He isn’t here to kill us! I can promise you that...just!” You squeezed your fists as you sighed, “Just trust me, okay? He’ll stay in my room and i’ll get everything he needs.”

“Until what!?” Seokjin shouted at the lunacy of your words and you understood, it wasn’t everyday someone stumbled across an unconscious alien in a ditch, “Until what Y/n!?”

“Until he’s able to speak enough English for us to know what the fuck he’s doing here, hell if I know Seok!?” You raised your arms, you...you hadn’t thought about his words yet, admittedly, “He just needs somewhere to stay until he understands more about Earth and how it works here okay? Listen…” You shuffled in your spot as you sighed, “The moment he poses a threat….i’ll deal with it okay? We can call the police or whatever and report it, but he’s been docile the whole time…” Okay that was a stretched truth but what they didn’t know wouldn’t kill them.

“Jesus christ,” Seokjin groaned as he collapsed back on the couch as he sighed, “...Fine, just make him use Jimin’s sweatpants.”

“Hey! I didn’t consent to this!” Jimin whined who had been admittedly just sitting back and enjoying the fight between you both as he almost always did, serves the hoe right.

You said no more not wanting to push things further as you grabbed JK’s hand once more guiding him down the hallway as you pushed the door to your room open, his eyes lit up a little at the familiar sight, hurriedly he went to the bed as he bounced on his as he laid down, burying into your blankets and pillows with a content sigh as if he had been aching to lay down all day.

You felt a little bad at the sight knowing you should’ve probably let him rest sooner, choosing to sit down on the floor you opened up your laptop before you began working on the paper that was due by tomorrow afternoon that you had chosen to ignore since you had came across JK this morning.

By the time it was late night JK had been in a deep sleep, obviously deducing that humans weren’t that dangerous of a species to keep himself awake over. You yawned yourself as you shut your laptop, rubbing your eyes before you looked at your bed, frowning as you sighed. Grabbing the pillow that had fallen off the side of the bed as you laid on the ground. You had slept in worst places before.

You sighed in contentment as you rolled over on the nice soft surface, warmth filling you and sleep had been particularly forgiving to you last night. Man what had been so forgiving today to let you sleep this good?

The memories of yesterday had filtered to your mind too quickly making your eyes snap open, you had fell asleep on the floor how did you get in bed!? You searched frantically for the puppy like alien who was absent from where he had been collapsed here last night.

Fuck this better have not been that bad LSD trip! It would have you fucked for months that Jimin would really let you believe there was a hot alien guy you made up in your head. You quickly padded down the hallway almost frantically before your eyes were met with three heads of hair on the couch.

“Die! Die!” Your mouth moved multiple times but you couldn’t form a single coherent sentence at the sound of JK’s nose wrinkling and buttons being mashed as the three boys were sitting with controllers in hand.

“Which one of you fuckheads taught him that word!?” You growled finally, knowing JK was your age and probably even hundreds of years old depending on how his species aged and he understood the concept of killing but shit! You didn’t like hearing him say it like that when he seemed so naive and innocent about everything else on Earth.

Seokjin and Jimin both whipped around sheepishly at the same time before they started immediately blaming one another as you gritted your teeth. You would’ve continued to glare at them both if it not been for JK’s cheeriful voice, he had immediately perked at the sound of before hurrying over, “Y/n!” His pronunciation had gotten better and it was difficult to not smile at the triumph in his voice as if knowing he had improved before stating your name again, “Game…!” He pointed at the TV before his controller.

You nodded, “I can see that…so I guess he’s suddenly not a threat anymore?” You sneered at both of your bestfriends, JK frowned a little as he looked between you three, obviously confused as to what was going on.

Seokjin looked mild, pretending as if he hadn’t heard what you said, prideful bitch, “He’s okay. Better at Jimin in Overwatch if you can believe it, maybe I’ll just let him be my duo instead.”

“Hey fuck off!” Jimin glared at him, brushing his shoulder in somewhat offense before he spoke, “He is good though, wouldn’t stop saying your name this morning though.”

“He couldn’t say it yesterday,” You explained before turning to JK again, offering him a weak smile, “Play.” You pointed at the TV in encouragement, who were you to tell the man what to do? You just rolled out of bed and needed something to eat before you interacted anymore with those two idiots.

JK looked excited as he ran back over to the couch before he spoke, “Play! Y/n play!” Your lips parted at the way he strung the two words together so easily, he was catching onto the language...fast...like extremely fast. His species was obviously intellect enough that this was a skill of theirs, or so you assumed for him at least.

“No play. Eat.” You pointed at yourself before the tiny kitchen as you walked away hearing a noise that sounded like a whine from him.

“Hey you're making breakfast for all of us right?” Jimin called out, making you glare him down and if lazerbeams could shoot from your eyes he’d be a pile of ash, he held out his arms as he spoke, “Damn fine, so much for sharing is caring in this household huh.”

You rubbed your eyes ignoring him as you yawned, immediately making a cup of coffee before turning to the fridge only to jump at the tall boy standing in front of you peering down wide eyed and curious, “Eat.” He said singularly before he offered the world's cutest smile that you couldn’t begrudge as easily as you could Jimin.

Fuck! He was asking you to cook for him and he had a cute almost bunny-like smile and he looked so endured and hoping you would make him something as good as Panda Express, which there was no way you could but jesus you were willing to try.

“Breakfast,” You pronounced slowly, knowing this was a bit of a harder word for him as he tilted his head and repeated ‘Eat’ once more before you shook your head, “Eat, breakfast.” You tapped the clock on the stove that ticked away, showing it was ten in the morning.

JK only rubbed his head in confusion before shrugging, he sat patiently in the stool at the counter as he happily watched you cook away. You didn’t make anything too fancy, just breakfast sandwiches for you both before you set his plate down in front of him, a happy smile on his face as his nose crinkled.

Not even hesitating before he dug into the meal which you had purposely made him two given how big of an appetite the man had, something akin to pride swelled in your chest though at the sight of JK nearly devouring the sandwiches happily, Jimin stepped into the kitchen looking offended as he sputtered, “Oh so you’ll make breakfast for the hoe that can hardly speak but you won’t for your best friend, I see how it is. Is it because you know I won’t fuck you and he probably will?”

“Shut up!” You hissed immediately, unable to even enjoy your own food because of your head ass best friend who only smiled viciously at how flustered you were. JK was naively munching on his food not understanding a single word either of you were saying and not caring either when his face was stuffed with food.

Seokjin entered the kitchen making himself something to eat as well, “Hey, are you guys going to that party tonight at Beta Tau?” He tilted his head as your nose immediately wrinkled, you used to do frat parties back when you were a freshman but since then you just couldn’t keep the high pace anymore or the sleazy guys.

“I’m going!” Jimin called out, before tapping his chin as he looked towards JK before you, “Hey, we should bring JK along, give him some good socialization!”

“Uh no, that’s a horrible idea,” You shook your head immediately, “And I never said I was going either, and if I don’t go he’s definitely not going.” JK tilted his head in curiosity, knowing his name had been brought up before he between you both.

“Boo you whore,” Jimin tossed a piece of bagel at you as you dodged it, his nose wrinkling as he pointed his butterknife at you, “You’ve just been nursing your wounds ever since Mark dumped you. You know it’ll be good for you and him.”

“I am not nursing wounds!” You hissed out, feeling like a black rain cloud was piling over your head as you crossed your arms, “And it is a bad idea, JK hardly knows anything about Earth, taking him to a frat party is like tossing a baby into the ocean.”

“Umm all I hear is bullshit babe,” Jimin scoffed as he rolled his eyes, “Besides, a little party never hurt anyone, it’s our job to show off what Humans are capable of after all.”

“At a frat party…?” You frowned as you sighed.

“He’s not a baby Y/n,” Seokjin frowned as he looked between you both, “Just because he can’t speak english and he’s unfamiliar with how we live doesn’t mean he isn’t intelligent, i’m sure they have parties where he’s from. If this is about Mark that’s kinda selfish to hold him back.”

You weren’t…! You weren’t babying him! And this wasn’t about Mark! You just…! You weren’t in the mood to see him, especially attached to Lisa, who you had already thought was hot as it was but instead of going for you she went for your boyfriend and now they were together,

It had been a pretty big blow to your ego.

“Fuck fine! We can go what the fuck ever. I have to go get him clothes today though if you don’t want him bumming off you guys though.” Jungkook was still wearing his clothes from yesterday and he didn’t look the least bit concerned though he watched you guys curiously.

Jimin pumps his fists in victory as he shoved the bagel in his mouth, “You guys do that then, it’ll be a good bonding session, anyways I have a lecture I’m already late for peace.” He threw up a peace sign before quickly exiting as you huffed, you thought it was weird he was here at 10am on a friday morning.

“Bond?” JK perked up looking at you in excitement as your brows furrowed a little, how could he pick up random words so fast? Jesus, he’d be enrolling in college just to see what it was about within the weeks if he didn’t chill out.

“Something like that,” You muttered, “Finish your food though,” You gestured to his sandwich before you picked up your own taking a bite, “I need a shower first but afterwards we can go out and get you some new clothes.”

JK frowned as he looked down at his clothes once more, obviously slowly beginning to understand you more and more as his lips jutted a little, clearly he liked his clothing he was wearing.

Maybe they just didn’t change clothes where he was from? It was difficult to say, regardless you shook your head finishing up before you went to your room. JK followed you around like a lost puppy as he had finished eating before you.

You had paused at the door to the bathroom as you frowned, JK looking as if he’d totally come in if you’d let him, “Go play.” You pointed towards the living room where Seokjin had resumed Overwatch.

JK frowned as he looked between the living room and you, “Bond.” He pointed at you making your pupils widen a little, what was that supposed to mean? He shuffled a little more, nearly chest to chest with you as you craned your head to look at him, jesus he had to be 6’3 in the average pool of 5’9 men, “Bond.” He said more firmly.

“No.” You shook your head, your smile became awkward and your body movement became flustered, what was he talking about, “You are gonna go play with Seokjin.” You pressed a hand on his chest, pushing him back a little, his lips quivering a little and hurt in his eyes as he looked down at your face as if in search, “And I’m gonna go shower.”

You couldn’t stand to look at it any longer before you quickly shut the door, locking it as you groaned, pressing your back against the door. Why did he have to look at you like that…?

“JK! Stop wandering off,” You lowered your voice a little as you tugged him along, your hand in his again as he had been exploring the store, “We’re here for clothes,” You held up the hanger you had in your hands as he frowned. He had been moping ever since you wouldn’t let him shower with you this morning.

Or whatever his intention was. Regardless it didn’t change the fact that he needed clothes and despite being poor you were willing to throw out some money for him, but only because he was so cute.

“Come on, let’s go to the dressing rooms, my arms are getting tired.” You tugged JK along who only pouted, obviously wanting to explore more than get things, but this was kind of a necessity. You gently pushed him into the dressing room, handing him the clothes as he frowned, his eyes looking down at the clothes then at you.

Sighing you groaned, stepping into the small room with him before shutting the door, it wasn’t too cramped but you were uncomfortably close with him, “Okay….umm you obviously don’t understand the concept of trying on clothes so…” You flailed a little before tugging on his sweatshirt, he frowned before his eyes brightened a little.

Understanding the message he pulled the sweatshirt over his head, your face immediately heating as you tried to not ogle his sculpted body which was muscular but slim, his shoulders broad but it suited his delicate small waist.

You now had a good view of the marks that ran up his arms, they curved into a crescent at his hands and ran all the way along his arms, up his shoulders before curving to his back. You had changed his bandages this morning after you got out of the shower and admittedly they had healed a lot faster then you had assumed they would.

Whatever thoughts about his wounds however left your head as you nearly squeaked at the sight of tentacles immediately protruding from his back. Four to be exact, they were of a clear substance for the most part until your eyes followed further to their base where you noticed it matched the glow of his marks.

A subtle pink and JK’s eyes a little bashful as he mumbled, “Bond…” His tentacles stretched forward a little as if in search for you before you squirmed towards the wall, trying your best to not let your horniness get the best of you in this situation.

“U-ummm if you’re asking me to marry you the answer is gonna be no.” You held out the shirt in front of you to act as a semi shield to his advancement. Despite the language and cultural barrier JK seemed to understand your rejection as his lips quivered, his eyes dimming as he lowered them in acceptance.

The tentacles immediately retracting back into his back as delicately took the hanger from you, fumbling to get it off and wow, way to make you feel like a dick. He wouldn’t even look at you as you sighed, relaxing a little as you grabbed the hanger pulling it off for him, “I’m gonna just let you do your business in here if you understand.”

You exited as you grabbed your face, why did you feel so bad for rejecting him? You groaned as you leaned against the wall opposite of his room. Probably because you didn’t fully understand what he was trying to do if you could just speak the same language, and understand why he was here, maybe you wouldn’t have felt so bad.

Seokjin kept saying he wasn’t a baby but...he was just so clueless as to how Earth worked, you couldn’t help it....You sighed as you rubbed your face, you just wished things could be easier. You had an afternoon lecture you needed to go to and you weren’t sure how JK would fair on his own and it admittedly gave you anxiety just thinking about it.

He was curious by nature and you wouldn’t have a doubt he’d get bored easily just stuffed in your little apartment. JK opened the door to the dressing room, his gaze still cast on the ground as he handed the stuff back to you and you could only assume they all fit. You made sure they did because they were all at least two sizes too big for him but hey, they had to be comfy at least.

Neither of you spoke as you paid for his things, holding the bags as you began walking back home, you didn’t like how quiet it was between you both and JK didn’t wander off not once as he let out what sounded like a sad sigh, his eyes looking up towards the sky as he mumbled something in his own language before back towards the ground.

You felt like you kicked a puppy.

You set his things down on the table as you looked towards the clock, you needed to get ready for class and honestly, you were gonna treat yourself to some starbucks after all this crap, “JK,” He peered up at you a little before his gaze became downcast, not looking at you but you knew he was listening, “I have to go to class…” You pointed to yourself, “You...need to stay...home.” You worded it carefully, his lips trembling now and you weren’t sure if he was going to cry or not, “I’ll be back!” You rushed, hurrying to the couch where he sat as you grabbed a remote.

Pulling up Netflix as you shuffled around, deciding to put on a documentary for him on the ocean to keep him busy, maybe his language would improve meanwhile or...or he’d learn something, hell if you knew.

JK frowned, sighing as he lowered his gaze in acceptance, reaching out you sighed, grabbing his face to make him look at you, “I’ll be back.” You spoke, your thumbs tethering over his skin which felt so soft and subtle, almost even more soft than any other person you had ever met, the glow of the TV made that iridescent tone reflect just a little.

He really was the prettiest thing you had ever set your eyes on.

He said nothing before you gave his face a little squeeze before letting him go, pressing play on the TV as he turned to watch, his expression slowly melted from sadness to that curious expression as he tilted his head, a purple glow from the crescents on his hands as he watched in fascination.

You smiled a little before you grabbed your bags and slowly closed the door. You’d just hope he could figure out how to use the remote if he wanted to watch something else.

Class was slow and you couldn’t help but wonder what JK was doing the whole time much to your frustration, you needed to focus on taking notes as midterms were coming up and you would absolutely fail if you didn’t pay attention.

The whole class dragged on for two hours and in order to try and do damage control for your lack of attention you ended up going to the library to study more and make flashcards as you had originally planned before your life fell apart due to an alien binging on netflix back at home.

You eventually got a peace of mind when you pushed your earbuds in and put on music to help you focus. Proud of your work you leaned back in your chair as you sighed in contentment before your eyes finally landed on your phone, not thinking much before your eyes nearly popped out of your head. It was almost seven in the afternoon! Fuck! You’d be leaving within the hour to get to the frat.

Shoving all of your shit back into your bag you hurriedly zipped up before running out of the library, fumbling the whole way home before you entered the house in a rush. Much to your surprise though Seokjin and Jimin were already ready and JK looked happy to be around them both.

What you didn’t expect for what you had bought him to look so good, he was wearing a fitted shirt and jeans, Jimin must’ve let him borrow his leather jacket and those fingerless clothes adorned his hands, “Hey hold still!” Seokjin spoke as he kept combing his hair, obviously styling it up, “I should’ve gone into cosmetology for being this good at turning trash to gold.”

“Not everyone wants to look like Tinky Winky on steroids Seok.” You called out as you plopped your bag down in the ‘study corner’ which you and Jimin invented as a way to justify your laziness and Seokjin had said you both were on thin ice but he’d allow it because he also was lazy.

Seokjin whipped around, those bratz lips of his parting in offense as you shrugged, holding up your hands, not about to apologize for the healthy dose of truth he needed at least once a day.

“Y/n!” JK cried out, immediately running over to you making Seokjin groan as he grabbed your shoulders, frantically checking over you as if making sure you weren’t hurt. You frowned as you looked down at yourself.

“I think he was worried about you.” Jimin was licking a drumstick at the moment while sitting on the handle of the couch, “He wouldn’t stop saying your name when I first got in and he looked like a scared puppy. Had to convince him that it was not a good idea to go look for you like he first suggested.”

“Suggested?” You frowned as you looked back up at the tall boy who immediately cupped your face making you squirm a little, perhaps startled and a little touch starved, “Umm I told you I’d be back…” Not surprised he didn’t understand you but still.

You gently grabbed his wrists, tugging them away from your face as you smiled awkwardly, trying to not think about the fact that this man looked even hotter then before, if that was even possible, “I need to go get dressed.”

“Nope, nu uh, I’m not finished with you.” JK was yanked back with a whine as Seokjin grabbed him by the collar as he had attempted to follow you, much to your relief because you didn’t need another episode of earlier today.

You didn’t take too long to get dressed, choosing to stay casual as you typically would given you didn’t plan of staying long and hey, if all hell broke lose maybe you’d get yourself and JK mcdonalds on the way back.

Pulling the flannel over your shoulders you stepped out of your room, Jimin incessantly jingling his keys as he spoke, “You took too long, we’re gonna be late!”

“You’re late everywhere we go you whore.” You rolled your eyes, grabbing JK’s hand as you all left the apartment, he still seemed a bit confused as to where you all were going but had no complaints as you both sat together in the back of the car which he inspected.

Pressing the button on top of the ceiling only to immediately squint with a whine at the light, you pressed it again turning it off as you looked at him, “Stop touching things.” He pouted a little, choosing to grab your hand as he mumbled something in his own language.

The ride was short and you couldn’t stop dreading what might possibly happen at the party, one scared with JK and it was over, the police would get involved and they would take him off to some lab where he could get tested and poked and prodded and the idea was upsetting to think about. JK hadn’t been here for more then a day and somehow you decided taking him to a party was a good idea?

You crumpled in your seat, looking outside the window as you watched the party rage on in the house. Of course you wanted to avoid your ex but that wasn’t your main worry for the night. Opening the door you stepped out, JK quickly following after you as you called out, “JK...stay with me okay?”

He nodded though you weren’t quite sure if he understood, regardless he seemed happy enough to hold your hand as the three of you entered, the music was blaring and the crowd was big tonight given it was a friday and everyone could cut loose. Not the wildest you had seen but certainly not the smallest. You looked at JK in concern but much to your surprise he only looked around in curiosity as he nodded, “Party?” He asked as he raised his brows.

You nodded, “Yeah, it’s a party.” You called back over the music, looking around for somewhere a little more quiet but Jimin cut in, grabbing JK’s arm, “Hey, we’re playing beerpong and I need to know if he has good aim.”

JK was immediately tugged from you as you glared at Jimin his smile cheeky, “Chill, he’ll be fine, looks like he’s used to this kind of scene. Maybe he’s a space fuckboy. We’ll watch him go relax.” JK looked back at you mildly concerned but you gave him a reassuring smile as you nodded, despite not fully agreeing with it.

Could JK even drink? You felt stressed but then again you did pour rubbing alcohol all over a wound that could have reacted like acid to him, you supposed if he knew something was dangerous he would avoid it, or so you could only hope.

“Bitch! Why haven’t you been answering my messages!?” You jumped at the sight of the blond looking ready to mow you over, Solar’s heels clicked against the ground as she nearly ran for blood at the sight of you.

Cowering a little your lips twisted into a sheepish smile, your best friend glaring down at you and a pout adorning her lips, you hadn’t meant to ignore her texts the whole day but other things had obviously taken precedent. Should you tell her?

“It better be for a good reason.” She pointed at you accusingly before you made your way to the buildable table set out with drinks on it, purposely avoiding the jungle juice you knew for a fact probably had that shitty bang energy in as you grabbed a bottle of benchmark, sure it was cheap and tasted like shit but didn’t that sum up your whole personality?

“Well…” You took a breath, your expression contorting a little as you looked up at Solar who waiting expectantly, why the fuck not? If anyone could keep a secret it was her- hence her promise to Kim Jenny in 5th grade that she wouldn’t tell you that she liked the same boy and ended up helping her ask him out.

Which you only found out about last year in a drunk truth or dare session and you marked your own words that the next time you saw Jenny you'd slap her across the face. Which you ended up not, instead you were still drunk and ended up crying with her because her dog had died earlier that day.

Still, the principle remained, Solar would keep it a secret. Taking a long chug of the mixed drink a warm burn settled in your throat, “I discovered an alien and- he has tentacles that literally fucking explode from his back.”

Solar nearly snorted out her drink as she began laughing, “Girl you watch too much hentai. Seriously, what’s up?” Her laughing died down before an uncomfortable silence sat between you both, your lips quivered only a little as you looked up at her, her expression immediately dropping, “You’re joking…”

“I wish I was Sol…” You took another long drink.

“You’re joking!” She shouted, her lips dropping, “Okay no, tell me everything! Where is it? What does it look like? You better not be pranking me right now…!”

You waved a hand, walking as she quickly followed as you recalled the events of how you found JK and what had ensued in the last 24 hours before you paused at the beerpong table, pointing at JK. Your face warm at the sight of a cocky smirk on his face, obviously his team winning as he landed yet another shot assuming by the sound of the other teams groan.

“That...Y/n…” She turned to you deflating a little at the sight of him, obviously hoping for something a little more...alien like, “You’re such an ass!”

“He is! You just can’t see the shitty avatar cosplay beneath all the clothes! He does have tentacles again, by the way...I am not crazy!” You grabbed your chest in offense, “You wanna know what I’ve been doing the last 24 hours, there it is! Trying to figure out what to do with an alien that keeps trying to bone me.”

“Bone you?” Solar raised her brows before she scoffed a little, her brows raised as she took a sip from her cup, “Thought being a monster fucker was always your thing?” You shoved her a little, making her snort in amusement, again, if you could just figure out what his motive was and...maybe have a decent conversation, “Let's say he is an alien...not that I believe you but let's say he is...what are you gonna do about it? I mean really….?”

You rubbed your head as you frowned, “Well...I don’t know.” you confessed with an awkward expression as she sighed, “I just…! I’m assuming he probably has his own plan…! But generally I’m hoping as he learned english- which is extremely fast by the way- that he’ll eventually tell us what happened and where to go from here I mean…”

You frowned a little, something sad stirring inside you, there was nothing holding JK back from just leaving you all one night when he’s found what he needs, or figures out where to go or...whatever it is he’s doing here, “If he even stays here long enough…”

Solar hummed before tapping her cheek, “That’s it, I’m playing against him, he hasn’t missed a single shot.” You tried to call out to her but it was useless, when Solar was determined, nothing would stop her.

You sighed as you turned away, feeling too much anxiety from watching JK to try and come in further especially if he caught sight of you. JK surprisingly enough seemed as though he had fun a lot of the night, you had stayed curled up in a corner on your phone most of the time brooding while nursing your drink which had admittedly helped you relax a little.

Eventually though, good times always come to an end, this being no exception, “Hey babe, long time no see?” You stared down at your phone, scrolling through instagram as you ignored the sound of Mark’s voice, “Awwh c’mon, don’t ignore me.”

You inhaled sharply, closing your eyes before you put away your phone, looking up at him as you raised a brow trying to ignore your heart racing just a hair, “Can I help you?” You asked, trying to act as if this totally wasn’t freaking you the fuck out.

“You sure can,” Mark flirted, sending you that wink that was the very reason you had spun out in the first place with this guy and god you couldn’t deny his flirty nature always got the best of you, “Me and Lisa were hoping for a third in bed tonight and I thought, what girl would be better than my main girl.”

He smiled, delicately holding your chin with a proud look and for a half a second you had forgotten how much of a bitch he was, that was until your mind lingered on the word ‘main girl’ to which your lips curled slowly, “...Main girl?” You scoffed immediately slapping his hand away as you shouted, “Main girl!? Since when was I the main girl!?” You watched Mark groan as you shook your head, “Uh no! You came up to me! You don’t get to act like this and you were the one that left me in the first place, why don’t you go back to your main girl!”

“God you’re so over emotional-” You didn’t even let the little gaslighting fuck finish before you splashed him with your drink, a scoff escaping him as he raised his brows, “Are you fucking serious Y/n?”

“Yeah, fuck you.” You shoved him before walking out of the kitchen, what a piece of shit! How dare he act all put out when he was the one that approached you, in a total douchebag way at that! You weren’t sure where everybody had went and at this point it was almost ten o’clock and you didn’t care! You just wanted to take a warm shower and go to bed!

You stepped down the stairs of the frat house and into the cool night as as you heaved a breath, scoffing as you rolled your eyes, this was exactly why you hated going to frat parties at Beta Tau now because you almost always ended up in an argument with Mark.

Stupid little fuck. You muttered it to yourself as you wrapped the flannel around you, your eyes warily finding that of a drunk elderly man who definitely appeared in his forties, alone and his eyes immediately finding your lone figure.

You kept your eyes on your phone as you slowly approached in hopes of walking past him, you hated parties, you hated going out at night, you hated the fact that you let yourself get so heated in the moment, “Well aren’t you just looking pretty tonight sweetheart.” You sighed in exasperation at the sound of his voice calling out to you.

“Thanks.” You offered dryly, not even attempting to smile because you knew it would just sound like that much more of an invitation to him and yet, even your singular dry word was enough of a green light to him.

A hand suddenly wrapped around your upperarm yanking you over as you squeaked out, “How about I take you back to my place? Show you a good time yeah?” He reeked of beer and your nose wrinkled as your expression twisted and your hands trembled.

“Sir- I..I really need to get home…” You mumbled, not wanting to provoke him but your fear was getting the better of you by the second as you tried to keep yourself from panicking. You’ve never gone out tonight and you should’ve stood your ground regardless of who went were.

His hands squeezed on your arms eliciting a noise of pain from you and you couldn’t even look at the guy as he growled, “Or I could go home with you sweetheart, or better yet. Why don’t we go over here…! Ow you bitch!” You had smashed his foot with your own but it wasn’t enough for him to let go of you.

Instead his grip only got tighter making you cry out in pain as your eyes stung with tears, wishing he could just let you go...Within seconds though the man was nearly ripped away from you and a larger figure had wedged between you both, “Leave.” It was a one word command that was clear and demanding from JK, you couldn’t see his face and you weren’t sure you wanted too.

JK was shoved back from the guy and taking this as an offense, you nearly jumped back at the sight of tentacles bursting from his back, your eyes bulging at the sight, not a single rip in his clothes as if they were transparent yet a lightening of bright fiery ran streaked through him. Your lips nearly dropped though because they obviously weren’t too transparent as JK used them to slam the guy into a wall with enough force to drive him unconscious.

“JK! Hey! Woah holy shit!” You grabbed your head, JK whipped around, anger still evident on his face but his concern had taken over as he called out your name, what he hadn’t expected as for you to drag him into the alleyway.

Tentacles still gracefully flowing behind him as if they were underwater, your eyes darting everywhere and anywhere for anyone to have possibly seen and yet…! “Don’t you ever do that again!” You hissed, grabbing your head in stress, if anyone saw that…! Anyone it was over! “Someone could’ve see you!”

JK might not have fully understood what you said, but he could understand a few words here and there and your tone of voice, his expression darkening and his lips twitching in anger and disagreement, “Hurt!” He growled back pointing at you.

“I don’t care if I got hurt!” You cried out, running your hands through your hair, anxiety shot through your veins, “You can’t do that!” You pointed at his tentacles, “You aren't human! Humans can’t do that!”

“Hurt!” He growled even louder, now grabbing your forearms in demand, firm enough that you couldn’t pull away but gentle enough that it didn’t hurt, “Y/n hurt!” He emphasized as best he could, his nose wrinkling in frustration as he spoke, “Protect!” It was spoken a little word but you understood overall what he meant.

“Yes you can protect me that’s fine! But you have to act human!” You pointed at yourself, shaking his arm away before forcefully rolling up his sleeve, the marks which were burning red, “Human!” You snapped as you pointed at your own bare arm compared to his, “Not human!” You pointed to JK’s, “You can’t be that careless!”

You were just lucky that the guy was drunk and hopefully wouldn’t remember any of this, JK’s lips twitched as if he still didn’t agree with you, snapping something back in his own tongue as he roughly shoved his sleeve back down before he went on what sounded like a long rant, the tentacles retracting into his back once more as he threw his arms up and you stepped back a little.

You had never heard him so...vocal...or angry before...Which you had brought on yourself, you understood he thought it was the right thing to do and it would’ve been fine had he not decided to get his four other tendons involved. You above anything else, didn’t want JK to be taken from you. JK kept going though in his tongue, directly all of his- what sounded like unpleasant words at you as you crossed your arms, looking at the ground with gritted teeth and ignoring the way your eyes were attempting to blur in tears.

Even if you couldn’t understand him you were positive you didn’t like or agree with whatever he was saying. You fixed your flannel that had been ruffled from the man as you sniffled harshly, trying to ignore the wet warm tears that began trickling down your face. JK had paused from his rant before frowning, watching the liquid trickling down your face as you closed your eyes.

Puffing a breath he sighed, figuring it wasn’t any use in trying to talk to you anyways, Orion tongue was beyond ancient to human civilization which is why he hadn’t bothered trying to say any sort of phrases in his own language.

JK couldn’t stand seeing you like this, from what he observed on- if he assumed he was correct- the TV, humans often depicted this as sadness. Unable to stand this gesture JK did what he had watched, wrapping his arms around you in a form of human affection as he set his chin on top of your head, wetness staining his shirt and he held a silent victorious moment at your reciprocation to his affection. Trying to bond with you had been such a pain in the ass with the language barrier and you almost always looked uncomfortable any time he tried to initiate a bonding session.

True the locations might have been inappropriate but he was excited, he wanted to find a mate and soon, after all that was part of the original plan, even if it wasn’t supposed to be on earth. You had mumbled something he couldn’t quite figure out until you had mentioned the word Home, as in the place you slept. JK nodded, assuming that was where you had intended on going in the first place.

He had caught sight of you leaving the house extremely upset and he wanted to tag along in hope that maybe with some alone time at the house, you’d both finally be able to properly bond, he could feel his scaling warm a bit and he could even spot a tint of pink from beneath his gloves much to his embarrassment.

Knowing this was a human affection JK kept his arm wrapped around you as you both walked home, your hands on your eyes as you sniffled a little and you hadn’t spoken the entire walk back making him a little sad. Your voice was soft and pleasant on his ears which often picked up too many odd and miscellaneous sounds.

Pulling off your flannel you sighed, muttering something that he leaned in a little to focus on understanding, knowing it sounded something like an apology. JK only offered a small smile, “Friend?” He spoke softly, he liked that word, it was the first one you had taught him after all.

You nodded, looking severely tired as you repeated the word back before padding to your room to get changed, little by little JK understood more and more about humanity on Earth which wasn’t exactly new, but rather...a bit archaic by Orionia’s standards.

JK had made sure to go into the room with the odd looking boat to change into clothes, knowing it always elicited an odd reaction from you whenever he changed in front of you. Getting into something more comfortable he could appreciate the human need for comfort.

Feeling a bit timid he peeped into your room where you laid on your bed, looking half asleep but you gestured him in much to his excitement, understanding bonding wouldn’t likely happen now that you were too tired but he appreciated your company, you made things much easier for his stay on Earth.

Pulling out your lap held device JK tilted his head, oh…! This was like the mainboard back on the ship, just a smaller version of it, a computer? But a lap verison? He furrowed his brows a little, the name on the tip of his tongue as his nose wrinkled. Much to his delight though you typed up the same place where he had been watching educational videos earlier today.

He only hoped you’d stay this time, he had been extremely worried the Arbitrator's had found you, your friends however had said multiple times you were just at ‘Class’ whatever that was. And they seemed calm enough and if they knew your routine then...he had no reason to assume they were conspiring with the enemy.

Much to his happiness you laid back down as you stretched out before curling up, your eyes closing as he clicked onto the video of the ocean, as he had learned Earth held quite the exotic lifeform in the sea.

It was nearing 11:30 which you had pointed at the clock earlier today except now it was dark out, JK could only deduce there was certain names for eating at certain times of the day, he tapped on his chin, scrolling down the assortment of human entertainment. Wanting something to figure out how to win your affection to be his mate. A loud piercing screech nearly jolted him out of bed, holding his head as he frantically looked towards you before feeling relief fill him. If you couldn’t hear this then…!

He fumbled as he hurried to the window, pushing through the blinds as he peered out, seeing a large flare being shot up into the sky in a deep hue of blue and purple, that acted as something he saw on a video. A firework, if he remembered correctly. JK perked up, Taehyung and Namjoon must be okay, this was what…? At least ten miles south, in human terms? He remembered that much from the academy.

JK nearly ran out the door before he paused, his eyes looking over your sleeping figure he...he couldn't just leave you here...and…! He perked up, “Y/n!” He called out, jostling you awake as you rolled over with a groan, “Y/n! Home!” He spoke determined, if he could get you to go with him then he could explain everything.

“What? JK seriously? This better be important.” You groaned as your eyes tiredly cracked opened at the sight of doe eyes looking at you urgently, he nearly ripping you out of bed with a squeak, “Home!” He spoke as he brought your shoes to you before pointing out the window, “Home!”

...Oh...oh god, this was going to be a long night, wasn’t it…?

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The Christmas Baker

A Hyunlix Hallmark Fic Chapter 1/5 wc: 4k Hwang Hyunjin is a rich, cocky, famous dancer that prefers to keep to himself during the holidays. When his roommate drags him along to visit his hometown, however, Hyunjin meets a boy who helps him believe in the spirit of the season. Primarily Hyunjin’s pov with Felix’s pov added in occasionally. series warnings: Extremely cliche. You will probably cringe at some points but its okay. chapter warnings: Brief mentions of alcohol. note: This fic is not meant to accurately reflect or portray the members of SKZ. This is just for fun. Next Chapter

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A deep pounding in the temples roused Hyunjin from his sleep, a groan escaping him as he tried to sit up, his head spinning. He remembered he’d crashed on the couch again in the middle of the night after coming home from another company party. As usual, he’d had too much to drink and couldn’t make it all the way to his bedroom to undress or sleep properly. Now his neck and shoulders hurt from the uncomfortable couch and he felt like he needed a year long hot shower.

The smell of cooking registered in his nose, turning his stomach but waking him up a little more. He could hear the soft voice of his room mate and best friend, Chan, chiming from the kitchen, singing along to a christmas song he couldn’t quite make out.

Chan emerged from the kitchen carrying a steaming bowl, grinning wide as he noticed Hyunjin up and somewhat alert,

“Hey sleepyhead, you’re finally awake.” His voice was high and babyish as he approached the couch.

Hyunjin groaned again. No matter how close they were, he was still embarrassed whenever Chan pulled out his cute charms around him. Lacking the energy to complain so soon after waking up, he just took the bowl from Chan and brought it to his lips without a word. Despite expecting the taste of Chan’s famous hangover soup, Hyunjin still recoiled as the spices burned his tongue and throat. He coughed sharply, earning a pat on the head from his friend,

“That’ll wake you up for sure.”

“What’s that?” Hyunjin pointed to the luggage piled next to their apartment’s front door, distracting himself as he took another scalding sip of the soup broth. Chan tilted his head like a confused puppy, frowning,

“I’m leaving to stay with my brother for break, remember?”

“That’s today?”

“Of course. Christmas is only four days away you know.” He didn’t know, but Hyunjin didn’t want to say that out loud. People were always either appalled that he didn’t celebrate the holidays or they pitied him. In reality he never got to celebrate like others did when his parents were busy with holiday music events and parties. He was used to being alone this time of year. Still, he couldn’t help eye the stack of bags with jealousy. The thought of waking up on christmas morning without his best friend was not something he looked forward to.

Chan noticed the way his eyes kept flicking toward the door,

“Are you sure I can leave you alone for so long?”

Hyunjin scoffed, “What do you mean? I’m an adult, I can take care of myself.”

“Getting drunk every night until Christmas is not taking care of yourself, Hyunnie.” Hyunjin grimaced at the nickname. Chan only used it when he was sincerely worried about him, and Hyunjin didn’t want to have this serious of a conversation when he’d be leaving right after. He focused on finishing his breakfast instead, skin burning where Chan was watching him.

“Why don’t you come with me?”

Hyunjin choked as he inhaled broth in shock at the proposition,

“Excuse me?” He managed between coughs.

“I mean it. I don’t want you to be here by yourself.”

The witty come back on Hyunjin’s tongue burned away when he met Chan’s sad eyes. Truthfully, he didn’t want to be here alone either, but the thought of staying in a stranger’s house in a strange town was equally unappealing.

“I know my brother won’t mind. He loves company, and we’ll make room for you.”

“I’m not going to win this fight, am I?” Hyunjin sighed, defeated.

“Nope!” Chan grinned and dragged him into a one-sided hug, “I’ll help you pack once you wake up.”

It didn't take long for Hyunjin to shower and collect his things. Though what he owned was luxurious and expensive, he didn't own much of anything. His clothes for the trip took up a rolling suitcase and everything else fit neatly in his shoulder bag. How Chan managed to fill three duffle bags, a laptop case, and his backpack, Hyunjin would never know. Still, between the two of them packing up Chan’s car, they managed to get on the road by the time he’d wanted to leave.

“Do you mind if I call him to let him know we’re coming?” Chan asked, fiddling with his dashboard to connect the car to his phone.

Hyunjin shrugged, putting in his ear buds to respect the privacy of their conversation. Even with his volume turned, though, the reverberating bass of the deepest “Hello?” he’d ever heard cut through to his ears.

Hyunjin had never seen Chan’s brother, but he couldn’t imagine the person that voice must be coming from. His eyes widened as he listened to them talk,

“I’m on my way over now!” Chan said, flashing Hyunjin a bright smile when he noticed his friend’s face, “Hey, I’m sorry for not asking earlier but my roommate didn’t have a place to celebrate Christmas, so is it alright I brought him along?”

“Of course, of course!” His brother responded, his voice lightening only slightly with warmth, “I’ll get the guest room ready. Will he be coming to the party?”

Hyunjin sat up straighter at the mention of a party, looking toward Chan, who only rolled his eyes,

“Yeah, I think it’ll be good for him to go.”

“Sweet! I’ll see you guys when you get here.”

“Love you, Lix.”

“Love you too!”

“Party?” Hyunjin asked curiously as soon as they hung up the call, “I thought you wanted me to stay away from parties.”

“It’s not the kind of party you’re thinking of.” Chan shook his head, a laugh hiding behind his lips, “It’s a celebration on Christmas Eve. Everyone comes together for free food and gifts.”

“Sounds boring.” As long as there’s liquor for the adults, he thought to himself. He knew he’d need it to get through that kind of Christmas cheer. Chan only hummed in response, turning on the radio. It didn’t take long for him to start singing along to the holiday music, definitely not helping Hyunjin’s mood, even with his own music playing through his headphones.

It took a couple songs passing without him registering the music for Hyunjin to realize he was still thinking about the voice on the other end of the car speakers. So warm yet so deep and mysterious at the same time. Chan talked often with pride about his younger brother, but Hyunjin had never taken the time to envision what the boy was actually like. In his head he was just a younger Chan. Clearly not with that voice. If he’d heard someone speak like that in a club or at a venue, he’d be flirting with them in an instant.

After an hour of passive contemplation and at least ten plays of Mariah Carey's All I Want For Christmas Is You, Hyunjin finally pulled out his ear buds and turned down the radio. Chan turned to look at him mid-lyric,

"What's wrong?"

"Tell me more about your brother." Chan opened his mouth to gush like usual but paused, looking at him curiously,

"You've never asked about him before."

"It would be rude to show up at his house and not know anything about him."

“I talk about him all the time?”

“I don’t listen.” He lied.

Chan rolled his eyes, “Well… his name is Felix. He’s the same age as you are, 6 months younger. I basically raised him when we were kids because our parents were gone all the time. He owns and works at a little bakery in town-”

“He’s a baker?” Now Hyunjin was really confused.

“The BEST baker!” Chan corrected, a little over-excited, “Seriously, all your stress will melt away the second you taste his brownies. He’s also a great cook, of course. And he’s a dancer, like you!”

Hyunjin couldn’t figure this boy out. Every detail Chan shared over the following half hour was like gaining a new jigsaw piece that belonged to a completely different puzzle. “Felix” was a baker at heart with a passion for singing and dancing. Somehow he’d never followed in his elder brother’s footsteps despite being a gifted musician. By the time he was done listening, he both regretted asking and was unimaginably curious. All because of that stupidly deep voice on the other end of the call.

They drove from late morning until sunset, the city passing by them giving way to towns and eventually just an expanse of highway and trees. Occasionally an off-ramp would lead to some semblance of civilization beyond the humming of the cars around them, otherwise there was nothing this far out of the city. Clouds on the horizon turned deep red and purple as Chan finally took an exit, a storm in the distance squeezing the last drops of golden light from the sun before it set.

They took several winding turns through the trees until the sun disappeared behind them and lights flared up around the car. Hyunjin stared in amazement as the trees lining the main road held strings of christmas lights in their branches, leading them straight to the town’s center. Though he would never admit it out loud, Hyunjin thought they were beautiful.

The entire town was decorated as though they had just entered the north pole. Every light pole held an oversized wreath, every tree strung with lights, every hovel and storefront decorated as if they wanted to see their tiny town from space. Hyunjin was dumbstruck; he was used to this kind of sight in big cities. It was to draw tourists and commerce for the big stores and the attractions. But here, this tiny town had none of that. They did this for the joy of it. How anyone could be in love with this holiday in such a way, he did not know. He was so lost in wonder he didn’t even notice they’d stopped until Chan turned the car off and the radio stopped playing, snapping Hyunjin’s attention back to reality.

They’d pulled up to the small driveway of an equally small house. It was two stories tall, but only wide enough to fit the front door and a window on the first story. Thin trails of smoke rose from the back of the house, and a porch enclosed the entrance, orange light spilling out onto the wooden steps from the door’s frosted glass window.

Shivers ripped through Hyunjin as he stepped out of the car, his breath swirling around him in a puff of steam. The temperature had dropped below freezing already, the cold eating away the nerves that started bubbling in Hyunjin’s stomach. The house in front of him looked cozy and warm and he just wanted to get inside.

“Come on!” Chan grinned, motioning for Hyunjin to follow as he nearly sprinted up the stairs. The door was unlocked for them, and he shuffled after his friend into the heat of the home. He rubbed his hands together as he stood over the humming radiator of the entryway, taking in the overwhelming sensory experience of the home. Other than the warmth, the first thing to hit Hyunjin was the smell of food cooking somewhere deeper in the house, making his stomach growl. He hadn’t eaten much more than a few snacks since his breakfast soup.

Secondly, everything was covered in christmas decorations. Everything. The walls, the stairs to the second floor, the doors, the dining room to their left. Even the crown molding lining the ceiling of the old house. The warm orange light he’d seen from outside was emitted by dozens if not hundreds of little warm-white bulbs. It was as if Santa Claus himself lived there.

“We’re here!” Chan called out, waddling into the hallway with Hyunjin right behind. A half-laugh half-yell of excitement burst from what Hyunjin assumed was the kitchen, startling him. Yet the human that emerged from the doorway was the most shocking part.

The boy was just a tiny bit shorter than Chan, and petite enough to be swimming in his oversized sweater and apron. His hair was a shade more platinum than Hyunjin's own blonde, his skin a soft russet with splashes of dark freckles across his nose and cheeks.

"Hyung!" He exclaimed in a high-pitched voice as he ran into Chan's outstretched arms. Certainly this wasn't the same boy that spoke over the car speakers.

"You must be Hyunjin!" His deep voice returned as he pulled away from his brother, beaming up at Hyunjin with the world's brightest grin, "It's nice to meet you!"

"Nice to meet you t-" Hyunjin had extended a hand for a handshake but Felix quickly ignored it, pulling him into a sudden hug. Hyunjin stiffened at the informality, entirely unprepared to meet someone that was even more physically affectionate than Chan. He could see the family resemblance.

“Don’t be nervous,” Felix tried to soothe him, patting his back before pulling away, “You’re hyung’s friend, so this is your home too.”

Hyunjin couldn’t respond, his brain was short-circuiting from the physical affection and the deep voice and all the lights. All he could process was Chan trying desperately yet failing to suppress a laugh in his direction. Thankfully, an obnoxious beeping from the kitchen saved him from having to formulate a response.

“Ah! Dinner’s ready, you guys made it just in time!” He scurried off to fetch the food, bouncing along with excitement as he ran like a child.

“You alright?” Chan chuckled, smacking Hyunjin between the shoulderblades to grab his attention.

“What have you dragged me into?” He whispered, hoping his host wouldn’t hear.

“Come on Hyunjin, I know you guys are going to end up getting along just fine.” Chan winked at him, which Hyunjin thought was odd, but at this point everything around him was twisted backwards and upside down so he didn’t think much more of it.

They hung up their jackets and Chan led him into the dining room where Felix was setting out three large bowls of rice next to three bowls of the most delicious smelling kimchi stew Hyunjin had ever seen. The chandelier that hung over the small table was turned off, the room illuminated instead by the vibrant white glow of the christmas tree in the corner of the room. Felix’s smile as they entered was just as bright; Hyunjin felt he couldn’t look too long or else he’d get lost in it. Instead he turned to Chan as he took a seat next to him, watching his friend’s nose scrunch up at the thought of a spicy meal.

“Don’t worry, it’s not very spicy.” Felix assured, reading Hyunjin’s exact train of thought. Of course he’d know Chan couldn’t handle spicy food. He couldn’t even eat the hangover soup he made Hyunjin in the mornings.

“Thank God.” Chan nodded with relief, “Shall we eat? I’m starving.”

“Of course, please help yourselves.” Felix said as he took a seat across from Hyunjin at the table, still smiling. Hyunjin still couldn’t look at him, his heart skipping at the sight of his grin. Instead, he dug into his stew.

An involuntary groan rumbled in his throat at the flavor, his body warming instantly as he slowed to savor the taste. Not that he’d had many home cooked meals in his life, but Hyunjin couldn’t help but think it was the best tasting meal he’d ever had.

When he came back up from his bowl, Hyunjin froze under the stares of both Chan and Felix. They looked at him eagerly, leaning in as if waiting for him to speak.

“Uh…” He struggled to find words as he swallowed a mouthful of beef, “It’s really good.”

Felix let out a sigh of relief then a loud, sudden laugh. His grin swallowed his face again as he picked up his chopsticks,

“Good! I was worried whether or not you’d like it.”

The comment came off so casual that it left Hyunjin’s ears burning with embarrassment. Why did he care what Hyunjin thought about his food? They were strangers. Yet the longer he lingered in this house the more it felt familiar. Like he was visiting a beloved family member after years apart. He shook off the feeling.

He’s a stranger. Hyunjin reminded himself.

“Is Seungmin still working at the bakery after moving out?” Chan asked when Hyunjin’s senses were ready to return to the conversation.

“Yeah, but I gave him the week off.” Felix waved his hand dismissively, though a smirk lingered on his lips, “He deserves to spend as much time as he can with Minho.”

“They’re back together?”

“Do they ever really break up?” Both brothers laughed in agreement, nodding vigorously. Hyunjin was lost in the conversation, so he just sat and smiled awkwardly. Chan giggled teasingly as he continued,

“What about you? Is there a special boy I should meet while I’m here?”

Hyunjin and Felix immediately locked eyes at the question. Felix’s face grew tomato-red, and the intense fire in his ears told Hyunjin they looked much the same. His head reeled as he realized that’s why Chan was never awkward whenever he came home to find Hyunjin with a boy, or why they never had the talk about it after.

“Uh.. No- no. I’m not seeing anyone.” Felix stuttered, stuffing his mouth with rice so he wouldn’t have to keep talking. Hyunjin felt sorry for him as the boy’s sunny smile vanished. He could sense Felix’s anxiety at being outed to a stranger. Even if he’d welcomed Hyunjin with open arms, this was a different level of personal information. He tried to catch Felix’s eye again but the boy was too focused on his food. Hyunjin cleared his throat instead,

“That’s too bad. I was hoping to meet a cute boy while we were here.”

Felix perked up a little at that, a smile entertaining the corners of his lips while he chewed. They finished their dinner in mostly silence, the sweet hum of christmas music filtering into the room via the kitchen. Though he knew he’d regret it when he returned to the dance studio after break, Hyunjin ate until he was completely full, letting himself indulge in the delicious food just this once.

“So… just you in the bakery tomorrow?” Chan asked as they all leaned back in their chairs, finished and satisfied.

“Yep!” Felix smiled and nodded as he stood to gather the empty dishes from the table, “I’m only aiming for 1000 this year so the two days should be plenty of time. As long as you’ll help?”

“Of course! What are brothers for?”

“1000 what?” Hyunjin looked between them, confused and apprehensive about being in a stranger’s home by himself.

“Cookies! For the Christmas Eve Party. You’re welcome to come help too if you want.”

Hyunjin screwed up his face at the idea; he was NOT a good cook, or baker. Hence his lack of experience with home-cooked meals, “I think I’ll just take the day to look around town.”

“Well you’re welcome to stop by. It’ll just be us in there.” Was that disappointment in his deep voice? Hyunjin shook his head at the thought. While he certainly had a reputation for being cocky, he wasn’t typically this full of himself. There was no reason for this boy he’d just met to have such an impact on his emotions. Felix didn’t care about him or what he did. They didn’t know each other. Hyunjin was only here because of Chan.

“I’m going to start unloading the car.” He said, already heading for the front door. He needed to clear his head. The cold night air would help.

--------------------Felix--------------------

“Is that everything?” Felix asked as he helped his brother tuck the last of the gifts he’d brought under the giant tree in his living room. His cheeks hurt from smiling, and he had to restrain himself from shaking the boxes whenever he glimpsed his name written on the tag.

“Yep!” Chan smiled just as wide, pretending to dust off his hands, “Just have to unpack my clothes and stuff.”

“Do you want help?”

“Nah. I’ll be back down in a bit.” He scratched his fingers in Felix’s hair as he stood, making the younger boy giggle. Felix hadn’t realized how much he had missed his hyung; Chan was gone to the big city to chase his dreams and rarely got a break to come home. Whenever he visited, it felt like Felix’s heart was whole again.

As he stood up from his spot in front of the tree, Felix’s mind wandered from his brother to the stranger upstairs, Hyunjin. Hwang Hyunjin.

Being a dancer himself, Felix was familiar with the dancers that Chan worked with, spending hours memorizing their routines. The fact that Hyunjin was here in his home made nervous, star-struck butterflies flutter in his stomach. Even despite his cold demeanor.

Felix could tell it was an act; the mask had slipped when Hyunjin rescued him from Chan accidentally outing that he liked boys in front of a stranger. It slipped in the way Hyunjin looked to Chan like a brother, for comfort and reassurance. There was a kind person underneath all that ice. He’d warm up once they got to know each other, Felix was sure of it.

“I’ll go check on him, I think.” He mumbled to himself as he checked his pulse, a nervous tick he’d had since he was a child. He stopped to grab a pillow and blankets from the closet under the stairs, just in case his guest needed an extra one, before heading up.

The door to the guest bedroom was ajar so Felix opened it with a nudge of his foot. He found Hyunjin standing in the middle of the room, vigorously texting on his phone. His long, golden hair hung loose, free from the ponytail he’d had it in before. His plump bottom lip was trapped between his teeth, his eyebrows pulled together in concern. It was the first time Felix really recognized how breath-takingly beautiful the man was in person.

When he noticed light spilling into the room from the hall, Hyunjin looked up from his phone, startled as though Felix had caught him doing something he shouldn’t have been. Frowning, he paused in the doorway,

“Is everything okay?”

“Y-yeah. Sorry, you just surprised me.” Hyunjin spoke as if finding his breath again, his ears turning pink again like they had been at dinner.

“Um… Is there anything you need? Like another blanket or something?” Felix shuffled his feet awkwardly. The star-struck butterflies were back in full-force and he was sure he looked just as embarrassed as Hyunjin himself did.

“No thank you, I’m alright.” An awkward pause, “Hey… is that offer to help at the bakery still open?”

Felix’s heart flipped up into his throat,

“Yeah of course! You… you changed your mind?”

“I don’t think I’ll be seeing much of the town.” He stepped back and pointed to the small window. Half an inch of snow already clung to the outer windowsill while large, heavy flakes sparkling in the lights lining the house dove through the air. The storm that had been threatening the sky all day finally arrived.

“Oh that’s alright,” Felix grinned at the sight, excitement mingling with his nervousness making him bounce on his toes, “We’ll have a white christmas at least! You’re welcome to join me and Chan any time.”

“Thank you.” Hyunjin bowed slightly, still being awkward, “Um… good night.”

“Good night, Hyunjin.” Before he could see his reaction, Felix stepped back and shut the door. His heart raced and he had to take a moment to catch his breath.

“It’s going to be a long three days…”

#stray kids #skz fic #skz fanfic #skz au #lee felix #hyunjin #hyunlix #hyunlix fic #chanlix are brothers in this #mentions of canon 2min but theyre supporting characters #the christmas baker #i love hallmark movies and this is literally as cliche as i could make it on purpose

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Title: Three Days Ago Fandom: Supernatural Characters: Reader, Dean Winchester (Sam Winchester & Castiel mentioned) Pairing: Dean x Reader Summary: Dean and Y/N finally decide to settle down. But before they do, they take on one more case, which will turn out to be their last. Warnings: ANGST with a capital ‘A’! Canon typical violence, description of blood and injury, panic, major character death, grief. Seriously, do not read in public if you don’t like crying in a crowd. Word Count: 3514 words Author’s note: Grab your tissues, hurdle up in a burrito of sadness, because this is gonna be sad. @kittenofdoomage said: “Well, that was rude,” @wingedcatninja: “HOW. DARE. YOU.” and @winchest09 asked: “Why? Why do you do this to me?” So on that note, I hope you all enjoy!

Three days ago, you and Dean had the talk. About quitting the job, about getting your own place, maybe even start a family. It has been occasionally discussed before over the years, but always jokingly, always the sarcastic ‘as if’. Dean and you are both realists. You know you will most likely die in armor. There is no happy ending in the cards. Every time the hunters took out an enemy, new ones would arise. The war never seemed to end, you were always covered in blood and bruises, always neck deep in trouble, fighting some impossible greater power that was way above your pay grade. And so you both laughed at the idea, like neither of you could picture it, while deep down both longed for that kind of peace.

One time, while driving through the night with Sam fast asleep in the back seat, the two of you fantasized about living a normal life. How it would be to have a home that isn’t a bunker, with windows that would allow sunlight to peek through the curtains. A house where the floors creak and the roof tiles tick when autumn rain pelts down. Maybe a house with a porch or a deck, with a view over a lake, so that Dean could spend his retirement fishing. A house like the cute cabin in Grand Mesa, Colorado, that you spotted on a real estate website. Dean doesn’t know, but you’ve been keeping an eye on the property, feeling a hint of relief every time you went online and found it to still be for sale. Even though the chances of ever living there are slimmer than winning the lottery, you couldn’t help yourself.

That is, until the final big bad was defeated. All there is left now are the little cases. The little cases that other hunters would have no problem with, the little cases that aren’t worth dying for. After decades of fighting a battle against what hides in the shadows and threatens mankind, you and Dean have decided the time has come to lay down the weapons. Your hunting days will soon be over, you were finally going to settle down with the man you love. So when Dean came across a suspicious news article and convinced you to work the case, you promised yourself: one last job.

Three days ago, the two of you went on that final hunt, having no idea that this case would end so much more.

“Dean!”

The damage is done before you can blink, let alone prevent it from happening. With a gun trapped and steady between both hands, you hurry around the corner and enter a dark alley in one of the neglected neighborhoods of Chicago. The hunter you care so much for comes into view, pushed against the brick wall by the shapeshifter that’s wearing your skin. Making a split second decision, you fire two silver bullets. Both hit the shifter in the chest, one piercing its heart. When the creature turns to you, horrified, the light coming from the lamppost on the corner of the street hits its eyes, igniting them to flash abnormally bright one last time. Then the spitting image of yourself crumbles to the ground, a fist clasped around the handle of the knife, pulling the weapon from Dean’s chest.

Every detail is clear, your senses heightened by the adrenaline. It all happens so fast, yet you are very much aware of every detail of what’s playing out in front of you. The fresh crimson on the blade, the gasp that escapes from Dean’s lungs as the knife is roughly drawn from his flesh, your racing heartbeat drumming in your ears, triggering a crippling state of inner panic. You lower the gun, big eyes watching him in shock as he turns his head to meet your gaze. A desperate, hopeless shade of emerald green, begging you silently to catch him before he collapses.

You start to run towards him, but his legs give out. Unable to stay on his feet Dean slides down against the brick wall, but before he tumbles over to the side, you grab him and keep him vertical.

“I got you. I got you now. Hey hey hey…” You force him to look into your eyes, your hand firmly on the back of his neck, holding him upright. Damn, he took a good punch. Two nasty gashes on his brow and cheekbone allow blood to drip down his face, but the red substance that is pooling on his bottom lip and starts to drip down his nose is not just a result from the beat down. It’s coming from deep within, filling his lungs, creeping up his throat.

You hastily shrug off your flannel shirt, first one arm, then the other, so that you can keep him steady. After folding it into a ball, you move his denim jacket aside to witness the stabwound between his ribs. For a short second you just stare at the stain that evens out the colors of his plaid shirt in one dark tone of red, growing larger with each passing moment. The image translates in your mind, setting it in overdrive.

“Cas!!!” you yell up to the sky. You know he can’t hear you, you know Castiel doesn’t have the power to heal Dean either, not at this moment anyway. Still, you hope for a miracle, looking up at the tainted clouds above, painted in a hue of purple from the city lights. You call out for the angel again, but nothing happens, and so you return your teary eyes back to the hunter. The look he returns petrifies you to a degree that it can be felt in your deepest core, because besides the mixture of fear and pain, you notice something else. Sympathy for having to leave you for good this time. Acceptance of the inevitable fate that lies before him. Then you know. Dean is going to die tonight.

You could give up. Now that you realize all hope is lost, you could stop fighting. But you can’t. You can’t give up on him. Not now, not ever. The small voice that tells you to stop your attempt to save the man you love, causes your hands to tremble and your heart to race, but you are calmed by the strong minded will that wants to keep him alive. “This is going to hurt a little,” you warn, before you press the bundled fabric against the injury, doing your best to stop the severe bleeding. Dean groans in agony when you apply pressure, grinding his teeth in the process as he does is very best to keep pulling in breaths. “I know, I know. I’m sorry. Shhh…” you hush him, pulling out your phone and dialing 9-1-1. “Y/N… don’t bother,” he says. “Don’t say that. Don’t you dare say that,” you return, stern yet broken. “We’ll do this the old fashioned way, alright? All we gotta do is get you to a hospital and they will fix this. You’re gonna be fine. You're gonna be just fine.”

You’re not just trying to convince him as you keep repeating the mantra in your head, but who are you fooling? Certainly not Dean, who watches you with empathy as you press the cellphone between your shoulder and your ear. The operator asks what your emergency is. “I need an ambulance! M-my boyfriend just got stabbed in the chest and he’s - he’s losing a lot of blood. You’ve gotta send someone quick,” you tell the woman on the other end of the line, trying your best to get the message across best as you can. “Okay, m’am. Help is on the way. What’s your location?” You quickly glance at the corner of the street, trying to find a street sign. There isn't one, but years of experience in hunting and tracking pay off. You only need a fraction of a second to determine where you are, going on observations and memory of your chase that led you in this dark and empty street. “I'm in a back alley of N. Morgan Street, right next to the ‘L’,” you explain, returning your focus to Dean. “I’m dispatching units to your location right now. Is your boyfriend responsive?” “Yes. Yes, he is,” you reply. “He's conscious.”

You observe the oldest Winchester, witnessing how the flare in his eyes slowly starts to die down. He has a calm over him that seems foreign, at terms with the inevitable. Dean, who never backs out of a fight, who keeps throwing punches no matter what, has accepted his fate. The sight causes tears to fill your eyes again, desperately clinging to your lashes. You can't let them fall. If the tears fall, you will acknowledge it. If the tears fall, you will admit that you are about to lose him. “What’s your name?” You snap your attention back to the operator, who tries to gain more information. For a second your mind rushes through your aliases, deciding which one to give the woman on the phone, but then Dean’s head slowly dips in your hand as his eyelids become heavy. “Dean? No no no no. Stay with me now,” you respond panicky, quickly dropping the phone to the concrete in order to hold him up. “Look at me. Look at me. Dean?!” Frantically you cup his face, trying to get him to focus on you again. Your thumb rubs his scruffy cheek lovingly as you pray for him to hang on. Someone seems to listen to the request, though, because his eyes flutter open again, able to take you in once more.

“They’re on their way, Dean. You just have to hold on a little bit longer, alright?” you say, emotion thick on your voice. “Tell me something.” “Tell you what?” he asks, weakly. You shrug, because honestly, all you want is to hear his voice. “Anything. A stupid joke, a funny story. Just keep talking to me.” A small smile appears on his lips while thoughts form in his head. Something in his warm eyes changes as he seems to figure out what to say to you. You can tell it’s a message he needs to get across, last requests and pleas for promises. “W - will you do me a favor? Sammy, he's gonna be devastated--” “- Dean,” you object, knowing where this is going. “Y/N, please let me say this,” he whispers, weakening by the second. “I'm not sure how much time I've got here.”

You want to interrupt him, yell at him to stop talking like he is going to die. Because you still want to believe that he isn't. You still want to believe that the two of you will have your happy ending. But you let him continue, as the tears finally fall. Reluctantly admitting, acknowledging, the last spark of naivety slipping away. The hand that is clenching the piece of clothing against the wound, hesitatingly loosens grip on the fabric. Eventually you let go completely, allowing the dam to break. Dean sighs relieved when the painful pressure is taken away from his chest and then looks into your glistening eyes. Despite his deteriorating condition his hand now reaches for yours, rubbing his thumb over your bloody skin comfortingly, then gripping it tight.

“Promise me--” He inhales sharply, trying to get enough air in to deliver his message. “- that you will look after my little brother. Make sure he doesn't do anything suicidal... And let him look after you too. Don't go through this alone, okay?” A burn ignites in your chest, the hurting flames firing up your throat as you lower your gaze, unable to hold yourself up. Actual physical pain, caused by heartbreak. Nonetheless, you promise with a nod. “One other thing. Now this… this is important.” His voice gains a little strength, drawing your eyes back to his. His pupils are dilated slightly, the darkness of the alley surrounding them this dreadful evening, but the beautiful shade of jade that has always captivated you is still noticeable. You take him in, trying to look past the blood, past the bruising. “Promise me you'll quit hunting.” Dean pleads.

Your jaw lowers a little as you stare at him. Not nearly confident enough to take a leap that substantial, especially now that you are going to have to make it on your own, you shake your head frantically, and look down again. “Dean, I can't,” you resist. “Yeah, you can,” he pauses, trying to catch his breath. You watch him struggle, blood coloring his teeth red as it gathers in his mouth. Despite that the shadows are closing in on him, he clears his throat. “You’re talented, Y/N. You’re capable of so much more,” he says, smiling lovingly as he watches you. “Go get that degree you’ve always wanted, buy that little house by the lake that you’ve been checking on for months now. But don't dwell on revenge, okay? Leave this life behind.” “How the hell am I supposed to do that without you, huh?” you reply, whimpering. “It’s gonna be easier to move on from being a hunter now that I won't be there to slow you down.”

As he swallows apprehensively, he glances down at his hand on yours. The message shocks you at first, but quickly transforms into compassion when the true meaning of his words settles in. Moved, you run your fingers through his hair as you support his head, trying to get through to him. “You picked me up when I was at my worst, you took me for the mess I was and you made me into a better person. So don't you dare think that there has ever been a moment in my life that you were a burden, you hear me?” you say, the words coming out strong, contradicting the tears that stream down your face. For the first time you witness a glazed fog in his eyes, not caused by the pain he is suffering from, but surfaced by your moving words. You know he needed to hear that, because he would never be able to convince himself of that fact. The guilt doesn't leave his weary mind completely, though.

“I - I’ve done many stupid things in my life, but you know what I regret most?” Dean continues. You shake your head, waiting in suspense as he coughs violently. He settles, though, and you wipe the blood away that drips from the corner of his mouth. “Not settling down with you,” he continues. “Not taking the chance that was right in front of me. I waited too long, and I - I was too damn scared to let my guard down, that I drove right by the exit…” You hush him, trying to ease the man who carries so much on his shoulders still. “Hey hey… It’s alright,” you say, softly. “You know why? You didn't have to take that exit. I was right there on that highway trying to hitch a ride. Look who stopped and let me in, huh?” You smile through the hurt and Dean mirrors your expression as he blinks slowly. “It's been one hell of a ride,” he whispers, his flooding lungs making it difficult to speak. “It sure has,” you chuckle, trying to mask a sniffle. “And I wouldn't have missed it for the world.”

Fingertips try to break the trail of blood that has come down his handsome face when he closes his eyes again, pulling in a shallow breath with difficulty, trying to cope with the pain. It kills you to see him like this, to watch him stall, trying desperately to stay with you for a little while longer. He’s living on borrowed time.

“You need to know something, too,” you start, steadying him with both hands now, cupping his face. His eyelids part again, but he can barely focus. He is beginning to weigh heavily on you and it is petrifying to see how the strength oozes from his body. As his heartbeat slows to a worrying low pace, yours speeds up. Tears have now carved shimmering lines in your cheeks as you tremble, not ready for the moment that is about to come. “I love you, Dean. You know that, right?” you say, falling apart. Going on fumes, he looks up into your eyes, as the corner of his mouth twitches. There is no actual answer to your insecure question, but the line parting his lips growing further into a small smile says it all. Pupils bouncing over your features, trying to imprint this image in his mind, so that he can take the memory with him to wherever he will go in the afterlife. It’s the last thing he is going to see. “Kiss me,” he breathes, barely audible.

You lovingly stroke his cheek with your thumb as more tears spill from your eyes. Willingly, you come closer until you’ve closed the gap between the two of you completely, pressing a gentle kiss on his mouth. You are the one who he wants to feel in his final seconds. You are his last wish. As his lips move over yours, dwelling in the moment, you understand that this is his way of saying ‘I love you, too’. His taste that is so familiar to you, has mixed with the metallic flavor of blood, but you try not to think of that matter. Memories of all your epic moments with him flash through your mind, and God, how beautiful those memories are.

4th of July on an empty desert road on the hood of the Impala, beer instead of champagne, shooting stars instead of fireworks. Driving across the country for a Bob Seger concert and ending up right in front of the stage, you dancing freely and him singing along every word. The first time he took your hand in his while riding down the 101 in California, finally allowing himself to fall for you. The first time you kissed him under the traffic lights, stretching the moment until the lights turned green and the cars behind you started honking, but neither of you cared. All you want is to make more of these memories, for those intimate moments to carry on. But they will not. This is going to be the final moment you will share. So you put all the love you carry for him in this last kiss, just like you did in the first.

You feel his last breath on your lips without realizing it. It’s only when he fails to respond to your touch, that you freeze. Paralyzed, you wait as fear of your worst nightmare coming true begins to crawl up your throat, closing it off. You slowly remove your lips from his, not ready to look at his motionless face that you still hold in your hands. “Dean?” His eyes are closed, like he’s sleeping and could wake up at any second, but the silence is horrifying. Frightened by what is right in front of you, your fingers slip down to his neck, desperately trying to find a pulse. You relocate your fingertips on his artery in denial, looking for a heartbeat, a breath, any sign of life. “No no no no…” you speak again, repeating his name more forceful. “Dean!”

Unable to accept what has in fact become reality, you shake your head as you keep holding Dean up, unable to bare feeling him slip from your hands. Desperately, you try to force him to feel your touch once more, running your fingers through his hair, caressing his clammy skin, as you whisper to yourself in order to keep calm. This is not happening. This can't be happening. This must be a very, very twisted dream. This is not real, this is not real, this is not real.

But it is. It is real. And just like that, your light is gone.

Your breath hitches in your throat and the confirmation hits you like a freight train. You let his lifeless body slip against your chest as you fold your arms around him, letting his head rest on your shoulder. A heart wrenching cry reverberates through the back alley. Unable to breathe you struggle to let the cool air fill your lungs, so unsettled by the loss of the man that you love, that you can’t imagine yourself ever getting up again. As sirens approach in the distance and echo between the concrete of Chicago, you hold Dean close, your tears mixing with his blood, your wailing breaking the silence.

Three days ago, you were faced with a choice and made the wrong one. Three days ago, you could have decided to spend the rest of your lives in peace, but you promised yourself, one last job. Three days ago, it wasn't Dean who drove past the exit. It was you.

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Rekindle

Part VI

A/N: Okay, the next part is out and done! Shit is so real in the field right now and we’re getting close to the end of our story. I think we can all agree that Patrice deserves whatever she has coming for her, and the bitch has zero idea about what Erik was really about. I promise, the good times are coming and Y/N will have the last laugh! I don’t want to give any more away, but once again, thank yall for keeping up with this wild ride! Please let me know if you want to be tagged in the future!!

NeNe was awake and seemed to be okay except for a small cut near her hairline. However, she was completely terrified about your condition and was hysterical. Thankfully, the charge nurse got your information and was able to contact your next of kin to come as soon as possible. In the whirlwind of your divorce from Erik, you never made any changes about who would handle your affairs in the case of an emergency, so he was still your emergency contact. NeNe ended up getting a few stitches and was being calmed down by the children’s ER nurse, but she still wanted her parents at that very moment. Erik busted through the sliding doors of the ER floor, shaking and terrified of what he would encounter when he laid eyes on you and NeNe. When he received the call, he had barely been home for 20 minutes. His feet barely touched the floor running to the car to fly to the hospital to make sure his child was okay and you as well.

“Where’s my child?! Nneka Stevens!!! Where the hell is my child?!”

Erik got to the nurse’s station with horror in his eyes, unnerved completely that his child could possibly be hurt or worse. “I know where your daughter is, Mr. Stevens, please, come follow me.”

The nurse led him to the ER bed where Nneka was resting, curtain closed around the area. “We checked her out and everything seems to be okay as of now. Thankfully, the booster seat and seatbelt kept her tucked in. She may have some minor back and neck pain tomorrow, which some children’s Advil can take care of.” NeNe was asleep, with a bandage across her forehead, sleeping soundly with a blanket covering her. To say that he was relieved was an understatement.

“Oh my God. NeNe? Baby? It’s Daddy. Wake up, baby.” He nudged his daughter gently as he caressed her forehead to keep her calm. She peeked open her eyes to gaze at her father and instantly burst into tears, eyes wide in terror. “Daddyyyyy, Mommy is hurt! Somebody hit us and kept hitting us until we hit a pole! I want Mommy, Daddy, please go get Mommy!!”

His chest was soaked due to her tears as he rubbed his baby’s back, kissing her head. Several silent prayers were sent up, thanking God and Bast that his daughter was okay. He hadn’t seen you yet and needed to find out the status of your condition. “Daddy is gonna find out what happened to Mommy, ok? I promise on my life, I will find out where she is, baby. Daddy is just so happy you’re okay. I need you to be a big girl and stay right here while Daddy talks to the doctor about Mommy, all right? Can you do that? Can you be a big girl and wait for me right here?”

With her big puppy dog eyes and tear streaked face, she nodded and laid back down. Erik asked the nurse if she could stay with her while he spoke to the doctor. The nurse showed him the right direction to the operating wing and was met with a doctor in scrubs with blood spattered on his torso. His stomach dropped at the sight of him. “Please...God please let her be alive...”

“Mr. Stevens? Are you Y/N’s husband?”

“Her ex-husband. We recently divorced, I’m Nneka’s father. I’m still her next of kin however. Is she okay? What happened?”

“I see. Very well then. Y/N has sustained a tear in her lung due to two broken ribs when the car impacted the pole. Blood was beginning to fill her lungs, thankfully, we were able to repair the tear and suction the blood. We do have her on a respirator until we feel confident about her breathing on her own. She also has several contusions on her chest and torso. We also found that Y/N.......was pregnant. She was about 13 weeks along........we were not able to save the pregnancy. Her torso was directly pinned under the steering wheel when the car flipped over and the impact stopped blood flow for too long. I truly am sorry to tell you this. Mr. Stevens....I need to make you aware of some....other concerning news....”

“Jesus Christ, doc! Goddamn it! What else could possibly be worse than this? Tell me!”

“This may be alarming for you to hear, sir. I’m told that the accident.....most likely wasn’t an accident at all. It appears that it was a hit and run. You will need to confirm with the police first to know for sure, but per the EMS’ description of the scene.....it appeared that the car was charged at more than once. There were even skid marks on the concrete a few hundred feet back showing that the other car accelerated tremendously after the first hit. Detective Williams of Oakland PD is who you should contact. I’m deeply sorry about this. I’ll come back after we’ve wheeled Y/N into recovery and you’ll be able to see her.”

Erik felt like a ton of bricks just hit him. Adam’s apple bobbing and eyes glassy, he thanks the doctor and finds a seat to attempt to compose himself before returning to NeNe. Anger radiating off his skin in waves, he felt things he hadn’t felt in years. He was JUST with you. How could this have happened? Who would want to hurt you this way? Oh God. You were pregnant. He KNEW something was up. It had to be his. The math only made sense. That hurt even more. Erik knew as soon as you were made aware of this, nothing but scorched earth would lie in your wake.

“No way. There’s no way. That bitch ain’t that crazy. There’s no way in hell.” Could it have been Patrice? Was that bitch really that diabolical? What did she think would happen? Some freak accident happened to you and she would swoop in to just...nah. He needed to do his own investigation. Crossing every T and dotting every I was crucial before he could go there. First thing in the morning, he would be paying a visit to Oakland PD. Whoever did this......had no idea who they were truly fuckin with. Not long after he joined NeNe back in the ER, did the recovery nurse summon him to your room. Heavy shuddering breaths escaped him as his feet finally moved to follow down the hall to the room where you’d be spending the rest of your recovery until you were deemed fit to leave the hospital. Once he gazed upon you, his stomach tightened and his fists balled up so tightly, his nails were starting to cut into his skin. “Mr. Stevens, she will be out for a while. She’s still in substantial pain, so we did sedate her. The respirator will do most of the work to get her lung back strong. Please let me know if you have any questions. I’ll leave you alone now.”

“Thank you, ma’am.” Erik gulped audibly and slowly moved closer to your bed. Seeing you eyes shut tight with the respiratory tube down your throat, tiny cuts on your face from the shattered glass......your chest had purple bruises splotched everywhere. The dam broke, and Erik’s tears flowed freely. He pulled a chair up and sat down and reached out and laid his hand on your body gently. “I’m......I’m so sorry Y/N. I swear on my life that I will find out who did this. I swear to you that they will pay in blood for what they did to you. Just don’t give up baby. Don’t give up, Y/N. You’re strong. You’re the strongest woman I know. I failed you, I didn’t keep you and our baby safe. I’m gonna kill em, if it’s the last thing I ever do. Baby, please. NeNe needs her mommy. I need you. Don’t leave us...” He cried softly until his tears ran dry and the white hot rage flared through his body at the realization of his new mission. Erik wiped his eyes and nose, composing himself and he stood up, and kissed you softly on your forehead, letting his lips linger. “I love you more than life itself. I’ll be back, Y/N.”

NeNe was cleared to leave the hospital by the ER doctor on call and Erik took his baby home swiftly; he would be calling her school first thing to let them know of her absence tomorrow to let her rest and keep her close. Reaching out to Lisa, updating her on your condition, she quickly agreed to watch NeNe in the morning so that he could visit the station and scour that place with a fine toothed comb. Firing off texts to T’Challa notifying him of the incident, he’ll get the ball rolling and have some leads for him by morning time.

Sleep never came for Erik that night. Contemplating and calculating any and every type of scenario as to how this transpired plagued his mind. How did they know where you were at that exact time? Did they follow from the recital? Or from the arcade? How did they know your car? What was the endgame? Who would benefit more from having you out of the picture?Nothing made sense. Or maybe he didn’t want to believe that Patrice was capable of such a thing. Shit. Being a family man and having a regular day job really tamed him and his instincts. He let his guard down and now the most important people in his life suffered. Killmonger needed to be resurrected.

Erik looked in on NeNe as she slept, and tip toed to the extra bedroom in his apartment and shut the door. He went under the bed and pulled out a massive chest that was padlocked; unlocking the chest, his nostrils flared and he gritted his teeth at the contents inside. Several bed rolls of different sized knives, scalpels, forceps, a bone saw, a large tarp, multiple hand guns, and a few automatic and semi automatic weapons. Pandora’s box had quite literally been opened again.

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treatian · 4 years

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The Chronicles of the Dark One: The Dark Curse

Chapter 124: Unspoken Implications

When they arrived back at the castle, she was still shaking and unsteady on her legs, which was a feat considering most of her weight was on him.

"Sit! Sit! Sit!" he cried, summoning her chaise from the library and practically pushing her onto it. She burned. Everywhere she touched him, he felt as though he were on fire and he was happy when he could finally deposit her somewhere else. She coughed as she hit the couch, probably a reaction to the swelling of her throat. That would get worse if he didn't do something about it.

"Please…please-"

"Save your voice!" he snapped at her as she choked out her words, unsure what she was pleading for. But then she looked at him with her unfocused, watery eyes and offered her hands to him, and he realized. She wasn't offering her hands, she was offering the rope that bound them. She was begging for him to release her. She was lucky. There was Dark Magic in those ropes; it was a spell he himself had cast numerous times, including on Robin Hood. They couldn't be loosened by ordinary means or even sawed through with a knife. It had to be Dark Magic that removed them. He didn't know who had done it, the Dragon or the Sea Witch, were both certainly capable, but it didn't matter. Fortunately for her, his magic was darker and stronger than Maleficent and Ursula's.

"Don't speak, you'll only do more damage." He tried to be gentler, but it was difficult to do when he looked at the rope and his anger overwhelmed him. So instead he focused on the offensive cords, he let his magic flow over them, let it overtake the enchantments within. He watched with relief as they began to loosen and finally dropped to the floor where they vanished.

She let out a noise like a whimper once they were gone, one that forced him to look up at her because he couldn't tell if the noise was relief or pain. Or maybe a little bit of both. She didn't look back at him, merely stared down at her wrists, her face twisted up as though she might burst into tears. He looked down at them himself. The witches had kept her from him for hours, and the damage was evident in the marks on her arms.

The skin at her wrists was chaffed and dry, as if she'd been rubbing them for hours. The ligature marks were every shade of red from burgundy to light pink, but in some places they were worse. There were a few locations where purple and blue dots collected, and there were a couple of lines where the skin had been pinched. If they'd kept her like that for too much longer or kept the ropes tighter, she might have lost her hands. The devils! They were worse than he was.

And there she sat, looking them over, nearly in tears, shaking head to toe! She knew the extent of his magic, she knew that he could heal her with only a wave of his hand, and yet now was the time she was going to choose to listen to his orders and stay unfailingly silent?! Not even to ask for his help?! Stubborn woman…

He let out an irritated sigh. "Well, for heaven's sake, dearie, I'd hate for you to break your habit of silent suffering and actually follow orders now!"

And then he grabbed her hands and pulled them closer with a yank that forced her whole body forward. She didn't resist, merely flopped forward like a rag doll before he put his hands over her wrists and used his magic to heal them. It took only a second, half a second, before he pulled them back and her skin was just as pale and beautiful as it always was. He had to give it to the royals, they knew how to take care of themselves in those fine palaces of theirs.

He moved his eyes up to watch her, to see if he could spot her relief or if it chased any of her tears away. But it hadn't. Instead, she just sat there still shaking, still looking at her hands and the work he'd done there. How was it possible that she looked even more like she might cry now than she had before? And why wasn't she saying anything?! She never listened to him before, why would she start now?! He felt his own chest tighten as he watched her. This afternoon he'd sent her outside to punish her for talking, but now he felt like he would do just about anything to get her talking again. He hadn't wanted this.

"What else?!" he demanded so suddenly she jumped instead of responding. "Well, don't be shy now, dearie, you'll be black and blue by morning and I'll be disappointed in having misjudged you-"

"I don't understand-"

"Don't talk, just point!" he yelled, secretly happy she'd said even those three words. He wanted her to defy him, to talk to him, to go back to the way she'd been before, but that meant healing her completely, including her throat. He could do it now, without a word or indication from her, he'd seen the places Ursula had touched, he could simply heal that, but for some reason he wanted her to interact with him, to emerge from this state, to point, to ask for help, to talk to him.

"What. Hurts?" he demanded again, begging her to do something other than sit there and stare. He could make this all go away. He had a memory potion upstairs in his tower. He could easily give it to her with a sleeping draught, put her to bed, heal her, and when she woke up it would all be gone. But he didn't want to do that, not if he could help it. He'd already given it to her once and compared to that event, this was nothing. She was strong. She could overcome this, he knew she could. She just had to try. She had to fight back against the shock and the fear. She'd been doing that ever since he walked into her life, he knew she could do it again.

His heart jumped when she gave a small sigh, looked him in his eyes, then crossed her hands so they could move up the length of her arms. That was good! It was something.

He quickly replaced her hands with his own, let his magic flare, and healed her. Not that there was much there to be healed. As the spell worked, he could feel where the magic concentrated and everything was superficial. It congregated mostly in her muscle. She'd had no cuts so that meant that she was simply banged up from her time with them. She would have bruised on her arms. But he'd seen what Ursula had done to her. He knew there was more to be done.

"What else?" he urged, finally managing to at least sound calm.

She swallowed, and finally he got a response out of her that wasn't so timid or even shaky. She looked down at herself as if she was taking an assessment. The problem was that the assessment went on far too long with her saying nothing and pointing nothing out to him. There had been a tentacle wrapped and squeezing around her entire midsection and yet she didn't make any motion there. Was it because she didn't want him to touch her there? Did she too feel like she burned when they touched?

He watched as she examined herself, twisting this way and that, until she finally winced and took in a sharp breath of obvious pain.

Suddenly he didn't care what she wanted. In a flash he'd gone from waiting for her permission, to taking it for himself. She was hurting. Whether she was shy about being touched or not, it hurt him to see her like that. He was respectable, he'd buy her a new book and she'd get over it.

He reached up under her chin, careful not to let his hands touch anymore of her than necessary, and unclasped the cloak she wore so he could see what he was doing. Then he moved his hands and let his magic roam over her. Again, it was mostly muscle damage, her stomach her hips. But when he got to her sides…his magic congregated at the bone. Two of her ribs. Bones were the most difficult to heal and they never healed just right, not with magic. There was always the risk the injury could come back. But fortunately for her, the magic didn't go deep. The bones were injured but not really broken. It was probably a fracture. Still, it was probably the greatest source of her pain, more than enough to make her wince. Had she just expected she'd go about her days like that until it healed? Had she assumed that it would get better on its own, and she wouldn't be maimed?

"I'll never understand why women have absolutely no trouble with nagging men on every little thing, but insist they are fine when they clearly aren't," he mumbled as he finished the work.

He heard her take in a breath, let his heart flutter with hope for a moment at the possibility of her arguing with him just like they usually did, but no noise came from her. When he finished on her he glanced up, what he saw from her was better than words.

She let out a defeated sigh, held her head up high, and placed her hand across her throat, silently asking him to heal her. That was the Belle he knew. She was still shaking, she still looked stunned, but at least she was communicating with him. And asking for her voice back meant further communication. It also meant more conversations like the one they'd had earlier that day, but he'd take it. Watching her ask was a better prize than he could have hoped for so soon. He just couldn't let her see it.

"As much as it pains me to give you your voice back so you can continue to evaluate every aspect of my life, if you'd screamed in the first place, we might not be having this conversation to begin with."

And with that he placed his hands at her neck, he let them burn as he touched her skin, and directed the magic to do its work. It was muscle damage, nothing to her back or her neck, no bones were injured, but her throat still took longer than he'd thought it would. And when it was done the swelling was gone. Other than being shaken, she was going to be okay. Nothing a little time and some tea couldn't fix. At that thought, he used his magic to summon her chipped cup from downstairs and made sure it was brimming with hot tea.

"Drink this," he ordered, pressing the cup into her hands. "It'll help."

Her fingers brushed against his as she took it, a small reminder of just how close he was to her, and he instantly picked himself up from off the floor and stepped away as she drank.

"There wasn't time to scream," she commented in a small voice after taking a large gulp. "The woman in black, Maleficent, she had a hand over my mouth before I could. I never saw her coming. First Robin Hood now-"

"Yes, yes, clearly my protections need updating," he snarled as he urged her to drink. Though he didn't know why. "And it's comments like that making me consider taking your voice away again. I could use a few days of peace and quiet!"

There she was. A small smirk as she used trembling hands to raise the cup to her mouth once more and drink. She'd seen the humor in his threat. That was good.

"I'm sorry, it's just a lot to take in."

"Not my problem," he commented. She was fine. Staying here and trying to make her smile would have been going above and beyond what she needed. What he needed, now that she was safe, was to test his theory. Afterall, the whole reason he'd gone wasn't to get her back, it was all for an experiment. He had to go.

"Where…where are you going?!" she called after him.

To get what belonged to him so that his collection could be complete once more. But to tell her that…

"Why to reinforce the protection spells of course!" he stated. "No doubt I'll be off again soon and this time I'll be sure the boundaries are protected from evil intentions so that this doesn't happen again! After all, I'm a busy man…I don't have time to spare running after you and making sure you don't wind up in trouble again and risking one of my precious souvenirs! So careful next time you decide to go wandering about, dearie. I might just leave you to the wolves."

But he wouldn't.

Perhaps that stray thought had been his, perhaps it was the Seer or maybe just an echo of the words Belle had said on the bluff. But those words whispered tried and true in his mind. He wouldn't do that. No matter what he told himself, how loud he shouted in his head that he didn't care, that Regina was wrong about everything except the pretty part…those three words were undeniable. He wouldn't leave her in danger. It must have been the last dregs of humanity left in him.

"Thank you!"

"What?!" he yelled, nearly at the door, turning around to look at her. Those words had not been in his head. She'd cried them out just before he could leave her alone to compose herself.

"Thank you," she repeated kindly. "For…not leaving me to the wolves. For saving my life…thank you."

You're welcome...

That was all he had to say. The words were right on the tip of his tongue, so automatic that he'd opened his mouth to say them before he caught himself. It was the polite response to the words that she'd just uttered. A simple "you're welcome" would suffice.

But telling her she was welcome carried certain implications; implications that he'd only just now begun to wrestle with in his mind. He wasn't about to speak those words out loud, lest she realize those implications as well.

Given what had just happened, he couldn't think of anything else to say. So instead he closed his mouth, shook his head, and left.

#Rumbelle #Rumple #Rumpelstiltskin #Dark One #Belle #ouat #ouat fanfiction #fanfic

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astraldragons · 6 years

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“In which Shiro shrinks on an unfamiliar planet AKA I’m not clever enough to come up with a title for this”; part 2 commissioned by the lovely @acetrainerhope!

Part 1

Commission Info HERE!

Warnings: Some peril, and spoilers for Voltron: Legendary Defender season 4.

Deep breath in, deep breath out.

Good. Hold for four, exhale for four.

Shiro sighs and runs a hand over his face. Although he can’t tell for certain, he thinks it’s been about five minutes since contacting the other paladins— so Pidge would likely arrive at any minute now.

He’ll appreciate the help, but… he’s still bracing himself for the inevitable shock, both on his end and on Pidge’s. It’s not exactly every day that your leader gets shrunken down to about the size of… what, exactly? A mouse? Judging from his helmet, the only thing he’s even familiar with on this godforsaken planet, he’s probably about the size of one of the space mice.

...Ugh. Deep… deep breaths. Stay calm. It’s fine, it’s going to be fine—

Shiro’s shoulders stiffen up as a faint rustling sound draws his attention.

“...Pidge?” He calls tentatively. “Pidge, is that you?”

No response.

Shiro grimaces and quickly leans towards the speaker of his helmet, keeping a wary eye on his surroundings. “Are any of you nearby? I’m hearing noises.”

There’s an agonizingly long moment of silence.

“I’m still the closest to you, but I’m still at least a couple minutes away,” Pidge’s voice chirps over the intercom. “Whatever that noise is, stay on guard. We don’t have much information on this planet’s flora and fauna.”

The rustling returns, louder this time. Shiro’s breaths quicken, his Galra prosthetic lighting up with its familiar, eerie purple glow.

“Alright,” Shiro breathes. “Pidge… I’m gonna need you to hurry. I’m not… gonna be able to fend off anything major. Not like this.”

“Wait, Shiro? Not like what—?”

Shiro pulls away from the helmet, arm at the ready as glowing eyes peer from the bushes before him. He can vaguely hear Pidge’s frantic calling behind him, but his focus is trained on the claws emerging from the undergrowth.

A long, thin, scaly snout, incredibly large, pointed ears, needle-sharp claws, and flickering, sky-blue eyes all greet Shiro at once, the creature letting out a rattling hiss as its three tails lash behind it.

“I’m assuming you’re not friendly,” Shiro mutters.

The creature lets out another vicious hiss before running towards Shiro, its ferret-like body moving impossibly fast. The black paladin growls and holds his ground, his arms up in a defensive stance. At the last second, as the creature lunges at him with its jaws wide open, Shiro jumps out of the way with his right arm outstretched.

A grim smirk tugs at the corners of his lips as the creature howls and the scent of burnt fur wafts to Shiro’s nose.

But he doesn’t have time to celebrate. No, he quickly turns on his heel, facing the creature head-on—

“SCRRREEEE!”

Shiro grunts in pain as his body is knocked flying by a vicious swipe of the creature’s paw, hitting the ground roughly. He instinctively rolls to the side, narrowly avoiding getting a claw pierced through his armor’s chest plate. With another half-roll, Shiro is back on his feet and running like hell towards his helmet. He makes it within a few inches— to him, a few feet— before something snags on his jetpack and knocks him to the ground.

“PIDGE!” Shiro yells, clawing for purchase on the planet’s marshy ground. “Backup! Backup now!”

And then he’s roughly dragged backwards.

He sharply turns his head, noting one of the claws hooked on his jetpack, dragging him back towards the creature’s waiting maw.

“Not today,” Shiro snarls, his hand flaring to life. With a fierce lunge, his hand grabs onto the creature’s claw, the searing heat easily slicing through the light, sharp material. The creature lets out a piercing wail, nearly causing Shiro to go down from the sheer, splitting noise alone— but he hauls himself back to his feet, darts forward, but he’s not fast enough, the teeth are coming at him and—

The beast lets out another hideous scream as a sharp-edged, very familiar green edge slices into its side, leaving a sizable gash before the blade retreats, snaking back into the bushes— and then the bayard’s owner steps out from the shadows, weapon still drawn and aimed at the creature.

Pidge’s eyes narrow. “Pick on someone your own size,” she growls, continuing to step closer towards the creature and Shiro.

The creature’s hackles rise, but it’s clearly not stupid— as soon as Pidge draws closer, it beats a hasty retreat back into the bushes, presumably to lick its wounds and find a less dangerous meal for the night.

Pidge stops to rest a hand on her knee, panting quietly. And then her gaze shifts down, down… a little further down… until it rests on Shiro. Her amber-brown eyes widen ever-so-slightly.

“So I didn’t, uh… realize this was what you meant.”

Shiro keeps an eye on the creature’s escape path even when it’s gone, wary of a surprise attack. But he soon meets Pidge’s gaze with a slightly anxious look on his face.

“...Yes. I’m… kind of having a predicament.”

The two stare at each other awkwardly before Pidge clears her throat and speaks into the comm system. “Hey guys, I found Shiro and got rid of the danger-- yeah, I mean. He’s… He’s, uh. Alright. But we have a slight problem-- no, he didn’t get poisoned. I don’t think so, anyways. He’s a little on the tiny side-- Lance, shut up-- no, no, not like that, I just…”

Pidge pauses to huff in frustration. “It’s hard to explain. Look, we’ll meet you back at the castle, okay?”

She pauses again in what Shiro can only assume as relief-- the others must have agreed-- before she bites her lip and focuses on Shiro.

“Okay, so I’m pretty sure you know this already, but, uh. I’m gonna have to carry you, otherwise we won’t be able to get back to the castle before nightfall.”

Shiro grimaces. Of course he’d realized that while he’d been waiting for Pidge, but it didn’t make things any easier.

Pidge quietly coughs before kneeling down. “So… how are we gonna do this?”

Shiro runs a hand over his face. And then he tentatively approaches Pidge. “Give me your hand,” he sighs, making a beckoning gesture. He nearly flinches when Pidge’s hand comes down and rests palm-up in front of him, but he manages to hold his ground.

Deep breaths, Shiro. You fought huge monsters in the Arena, and even bigger ones in Voltron.

Regardless, he can’t help but feel a touch unnerved as he clumsily climbs up into Pidge’s hand-- as much as he trusts the green paladin, there’s something… wrong about being so tiny in comparison to the smallest paladin, someone he was so used to towering over on a daily basis for the past few months, at least.

Pidge carefully lifts Shiro up once he’s steadied himself, her eyes wide with what can only be described as pure awe.

“This really shouldn’t be possible,” she mumbles as she straightens up. “It completely violates the square-cube law, although… your suit is likely regulating your body temperature so you’re not too cold, so maybe—“

Shiro crosses his arms and sighs. “Pidge, we can discuss the science of how this works when we get back to the castle, alright?”

Pidge clears her throat and adjusts her glasses with her free hand. “Sorry, sorry, you’re right.”

As she starts walking back towards the direction of the castle, Shiro grips onto her thumb to maintain his balance, still looking to be quite unnerved by the whole situation.

“Matt’s gonna freak,” Pidge eventually mumbles to herself, unable to resist a little gleam in her eyes. “It defies the known laws of physics, and… say, Shiro? What happened to… uh. Make you shrink, if you don’t mind me asking?”

Shiro opens his mouth to respond before clicking his tongue and frowning. “I… I don’t remember. I think-- no, I know I was unconscious for at least a few minutes. There was a light, before I blacked out, but I didn’t see anything out of the ordinary when I came to.”

“And you feel alright?” Pidge questions, looking all the more intrigued by the minute.

“Aside from being extremely weirded out by this entire situation,” Shiro grumbles, “Yeah, I’m doing well enough, all things considered.”

Pidge pauses. She’s never been the best at comforting-- that was more Lance’s forte than anything-- but she shoots him a small smile. “If it makes you feel any better, you have three of the smartest nerds in the galaxy here to help you, plus Allura and Coran might know something. I’m sure we’ll figure out some kind of cure soon, okay?”

As the castle comes into view, Shiro appears to shrink in on himself a little more, his shoulders automatically tensing. “...That would be highly appreciated, yes.”

Pidge winces sympathetically. Of course this entire situation was hard on him-- and, judging from the rustling of foliage nearby, it was about to get even harder. As Hunk and Lance come out into the clearing at about the same time, Pidge instinctively holds Shiro closer to her chest.

“Hey, Pidge!” Lance calls as he quickens his step. “Where’s Shiro?”

Shiro, still looking to be quite agitated, straightens up as much as he can in some instinctive reflex to make himself taller. And then he waves, raising his voice. “Right here, Lance.”

Both the blue paladin and the yellow paladin stop dead in their tracks, jaws all but dropping. And then they both immediately crowd closer, a clamor of questions and wide-eyed stares.

“Whoa, Pidge, really? That… that shouldn’t be possible, according to--”

“Holy crow, Shiro, how’d you get so small--?”

Pidge backs up a step, lifting up her other hand to shield Shiro from the overwhelming onslaught of voices. “Guys, c’mon! Take it easy, one question at a time.”

Shiro shudders and nearly cracks right then and there, a paralyzing sense of anxiety bubbling up in his chest as the three teens loom over him. At least they’ve quieted down and Pidge has lowered her hand, but he can’t tell what’s worse: the clamor of loud noises or the sudden shift to sympathetic looks the three are all shooting down at him.

“Shiro?”

Shiro blinks at the sound of Pidge’s voice, tilting his head in order to look up at the green paladin’s face. “...Mm?”

The look in her eyes is… surprisingly gentle. He’s seen that look before, seen it in the eyes of Sam and Matt alike. His shoulders lower slightly.

“Shiro, it’s gonna be okay,” Pidge murmurs encouragingly. “We’re not gonna make you do anything you don’t want to do. I can put you down, if you want, or… anything. Anything you want. I know this isn’t an ideal situation, but we’re a team. You can trust us-- we’re gonna do our best to find a cure for you, and in the meantime, we’ll do our best to make this whole… thing a little more comfortable for you.”

His focus briefly darts to Lance and Hunk-- both nodding in affirmation and backing up to give Pidge and himself a little more space. Shiro swallows thickly before glancing back up at Pidge.

“...Thank you. All of you.” He does his best to pull a tired smile. “For now, you can… keep carrying me. I’m good.”

Pidge frowns, lifting her hand closer to eye-level. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah. I’m sure.”

And, surprisingly enough… he is.

Pidge was right. They’re all a team-- they’re his family. Of course he trusts them with his life.

Shiro straightens up, a determined glint in his eyes. “I don’t want to fall too far behind all of you, after all. We need to get going right away if we’re going to make this work. Pidge, I need you to bring me to Allura and Coran. We’re going to have to contact Keith so that he can serve as my stand-in while we get this fixed-- we don’t need any sneak attacks from the Galra catching us off-guard because I can’t pilot the Black Lion. Lance, Hunk? I need you two to get Matt. I’m sure if we all put our heads together, we can find out how and why this happened to me… and how to reverse it.”

A noticeable sense of relief lingers in the air, the three paladins at attention as they’re given orders; that’s their Shiro, alright, and it almost brings a sense of normalcy to this entire strange predicament.

As Pidge marches up to the entrance of the castle-- making sure to keep her hand steady for Shiro’s sake-- the black paladin sighs under his breath.

This was going to be a hassle to deal with, for sure, but at least he had his team by his side.

His family.

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clnriswood · 6 years

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VOID STILES X READER

Our Little Secret

request: please wright something ab void stiles pleaseeeeeeeeee

desc: Scott kidnaps and ties reader to a chair in order to lure an infatuated void Stiles out to him, but the plan backfires and the one who takes off the blindfold isn’t Scott. (gagging/binding, lust, etc.)

a/n: I know practically every void stiles work is a smut, but tried to do a little bit of something else, though this is def. open for a part two if you can imagine where that’d go ;)

gif: @lovemusiclifexx

She shifted her hands but found they were bound by rope. She tried to blink but found her eyes restrained by a blindfold. She tried to call out but found her mouth stuffed with cloth. It was dark and terrifying, like a black hole had sucked her up, and now there was nothing but empty silence and the cold chill of whatever room she was in. Her muffled cries were heard at last, the fabric being removed from her eyes only, and they narrowed under the bright white lights as she was met with a set of fiercely glowing red eyes.

“I know, I know, okay?!” Scott hushed her before she could even begin to protest, his eyes resuming their warm gold color. “I’ll ungag you if you promise not to bite, okay?” he joked, trying to warm the mood but clearly failing.

He sighed and fumbled nervously as he pulled the black cloth from the girl’s mouth. Her lips were chapped, bent into a permanent frown, her eyes tired, hair a messy halo around her face.

“What the hell Scott?!” she hissed.

“Shh,” he placed a finger to her pouted lips, “quiet, okay? I need you to be quiet.”

“What did you do to me?” she ignored him.

He bit at his lip, scratching at his head like he wasn’t sure what she was onto.

“I swear to god, McCall-”

“Fine, Fine!” he cut her off, “just don’t be mad.”

She glared daggers at him, her silence enough of a response.

“Okay, so uh, I may have slipped a little something in your drink earlier,” he clicked his tongue nervously.

“You what?!”

“I’m sorry,” he filched when she snapped forward, her hands still bound to the wooden chair, luckily for him. “It was the only way I could get you to go through with the plan, alright?”

She was still wearing the navy strapped dress from earlier in the afternoon, the one she’d worn when Scott had kindly offered her a big glass of iced water.

“What,” she inhaled sharply, “is the plan?”

“I-okay-w-I needed a way to lure him out here,” Scott cleared his throat and pushed back his dark hair.

“Who exactly are we talking about?” her voice lowered as she feared his next words.

His eyes narrowed guiltily, “you know...”

“No I don’t, asshole, so maybe you should grow a pair and tell m-”

“It’s Stiles.”

Her breath was caught at once, her vision going hazy.

“He is not Stiles,” she growled, “what the hell were you thinking?”

“Don’t say that, (Y/N). He has to be in there somewhere, I-I know it,” Scott stuttered, “and you’re the only one he, you know, cares about.”

She felt her cheeks burn red, her brows furrowing, “he’s a creepy murderer in the shell of our best friend.”

“And that creepy murderer is weirdly intrigued with you and you know it,” he shrugged.

“So what? You think you can just kidnap me and expect him to actually show up?”

As if at once, a loud thud came from above the tiny and chilly room, and Scott’s eyes flashed at once, head snapping up, nostrils flaring, “he’s here.”

“Scott, don’t you d-” she tried, unable to stop the gag being shoved back in her mouth, or the sheet of black encompassing her vision.

She heard the footsteps of the werewolf as he bounded up whatever stairs led from the door, and it was silent, but for only the briefest of moments. She could hear the sound of her unsteady breath, feet clacking on the ground, and then suddenly, a large crash of noise. She could make out a cry of pain, a slash of claws, a series of clashes, and then a drop of a body to the floor. It all happened so fast, the clatter coming like a symphony of brief destruction before dissipating into nothingness. Then she heard them, the slow, drawn out footsteps on the floors above her, and she prayed to anyone who would listen that it was Scott who stood upstairs. But the sound, the careful and dangerous way they moved, were wrong. The way she heard each one creaking on the steps of the stairs as they descended into the room was wrong. And the absolute silence that accompanied their entrance into the room, was just wrong. She held her breath, unable to pause the shaking of her chest or the tears that her blindfold held back. The wooden floorboards clacked softly as the person approached her, kneeling down in front of her when he was just inches away. And he, whoever it was, simply memorized her for an excruciatingly long number of seconds, his minty breath fanning over her skin, cold fingers coming to brush her cheek. She flinched at his touch, catching a hum of quiet discontempt. Then his hands were at her blindfold, and she almost wished he wouldn’t pull it away because she was terrified of what she’d see.

Two dark eyes, blank, hollow, soulless. And those purple rings that circled under them. The pale skin of the demon who sat before her. The twitch of his lips when he saw her face. His thumbs hooked in her gag, pulling it from her mouth, eyes darting between her tear filled orbs and colorless lips.

“Stiles?” she tried softly.

He laughed quietly, “aw, close, but not quite.”

He brushed her nose lightly with his thumb, big grin emerging on his face when she shifted away.

“You shouldn’t be scared,” he sighed, pursing his lips. “I mean, they should, but they don’t have quite the effect you’ve drawn to me,” he hummed lowly.

“Leave me the hell alone,” she hissed.

“Ouch,” he snorted, raising his hands in defense, “she bites.”

She didn’t respond.

“Mmm, silent method, huh?” his empty eyes narrowed. “See, as much as I’d enjoy hearing you scream, I’d pick the binds if I only had the one choice.”

Her chair thrust forward as she pushed herself angrily at the boy, but clearly did nothing to come close to harming him.

“That’s cute,” his lips twitched. “You have a lot of fire in there,” he indicated at her heart, “I like it.”

Her eyes narrowed, her breathing heavy, “what did you do to Scott and the others?”

“I took care of them,” he shrugged, adding, when he saw her expression, “oh calm down, they’re not dead....yet.”

“So why are you here?” she demanded.

“Because here is where Scott used you as human bait, which was smart, until I kicked his ass,” Stiles stood, running his pale slender fingers through his messy chocolate hair.

“Why me?” she begged softly.

He turned on his heel, shadows cast over his cheekbones, “don’t pretend like you don’t know it, sweetheart.” He stepped back to her, brushing away the loose hair gently from her face, “I am completely infatuated with you.”

Her nails dug into her palms, teeth biting at the inside of her cheek as she stared into the void’s face, “well then stop it.”

“It comes too easy with you,” he ignored her, shifting upright, “especially with that idiot nagging in my chest,” he fidgeted at the dark tee that clung snugly to his chest.

“Wh-Stiles?!” she breathed.

Void grunted softly, his eyes closing, “believe me, he has the same thoughts I do about you, sweetheart. They’re just a little more...” his eyes opened, “PG.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“It means that every thought of you eats away at me just like it used to with him,” he sighed, pacing around the poorly lit room. He smirked, full lips bent, “It also means I’d like to do lots of selfish, dirty, and impure things to you.”

Her heart raced, the strange stir in her gut unfamiliar and daunting.

“Let me out right now so that I can strangle you,” she growled.

“Kinky,” Stiles winked, “but I prefer you submissive.”

She tried not to focus on the sound of her blood rushing through her ears, “what are you going to do to me?”

She didn’t mean to, she wanted to seem brave, but anyone could’ve heard that fear in her whisper.

He sunk before her again, and though the usual sparkle in his eyes was still snuffed out, she sensed his empathy. “Look, I won’t hurt you,” he sighed, touching her cheek lightly with his fingertips. “I’ll gladly soak my hands with anyone’s blood but yours,” he tried to humor her.

She turned her face away, and his voice was aggressive when he snapped at her to look at him. He forced her jaw forward, caressing her flesh lightly, “don’t be scared.”

A tear rolled down her cheek, the crystal droplets trailing from her eyes, “I am.”

“Of me?” he breathed, “or of admitting what you want?”

She stopped breathing, her eyes glazing over, unable to see straight.

“I-I don’t-” she shook her head through a short sob, “I don’t know.”

“Shh,” he cooed, brushing the moisture from her face, “it’s okay.”

It was strange, to hear those words coming from him and actually feel eased, to loosen at the soothing remarks a monster whispered.

“I know what you want, (Y/N)” he said with yearning, voice hoarse. “And god, I want it too,” he pleaded. “But I also know you don’t see it yet, or you do but you can’t admit it.”

Her lower lip trembled as she stared into those black orbs.

“So I’ll be patient,” he shook his head, “because frankly, there’s something about you that makes every second worth it. And I��m just waiting for you to open your eyes one day and realize we’re not so different.”

“Aren’t we?” she asked quietly.

His throat rumbled, “so there’s no part of you that wonders...?” his eyes caught on her parted lips.

She gulped down the lump in her throat, “n-no.”

He gave a half smirk, “you can’t even convince yourself of what you’re saying.”

Her heart pounded obnoxiously, centimeters between her, the boy, and the strangely fitting sleep deprived rings that clung to his face.

“What if I told you that you could close your eyes, and that the next time you’d open them, I’d be gone?” he asked, placing his palm to the midnight blue dress that cut down her thighs, his gaze tantalizing, aroma overwhelming.

“You’d leave?” she said, “and nobody would-”

“Know?” he finished for her. “No, just you and I, just one little secret moment. One where you can either open those beautiful eyes and ache knowing you’re going to feel that regret forever, or one where you take what you want. How does that sound, sweetheart?”

She chewed at her lip, giving a little nod.

“Okay baby, close your eyes,” he hummed, hands wrapping around her to gain access to the rope that bound her.

She did.

His hands fumbled gently until she was free, and though she couldn’t see it, she could feel Stile’s thumbs rubbing soothingly against her raw flesh. He gently rested her hands back into her lap, his tongue flickering over his dried lips, “whenever you open them,” he promised.

“And you’ll be gone,” she breathed shakily.

“I’ll be gone.”

His last words were muffled as he felt a set of lips lock lightly to his mouth, and his response was instantaneous. Her hands flew up to his face and forced him to her mouth, releasing a moan into his skin as he pressed himself tightly against her body, his taste absolutely intoxicating, like cocaine to her lips. She dug her fingers through his hair, her breath heavy as he growled against her and grinded her lightly to the rhythm of their kiss, his tongue relentlessly invading her mouth.

It was Stiles who pulled away, and she could feel the grin on his lips when he did. She nudged forward for more but he released her with a small shake of his head, knowing very well he’d given her just enough to have her hooked, and left her with just enough to keep her craving more. His thumb came to her lip, and he tugged gently down on it with a smile, “my little secret.”

And then her eyes opened, and he was gone, nothing but a ravenous longing left to signify he’d ever been there at all.

Part Two

#stiles stilinski #void stiles #stiles x reader #void stiles x reader #void stiles imagines #void stiles imagine #stiles stilinski imagine #stiles stilinski imagines #stiles stilinski smut #void stiles smut #void!stiles #tw x reader #tw imagine #teen wolf #imagines #imagine #smut #fluff #dylan o'brien

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halle-is-hella-gr8-blog · 6 years

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If you're still taking requests, maybe an Elmax fic where El tries to learn to skateboard and winds up breaking her ankle, and Max takes care of her injured girlfriend? With lots of fluff, of course. ^_^

I’m pretty much always taking requests unless my blog description says otherwise! Also, this is such a sweet request! I hope you enjoy

Jane had been begging Max to teach her how to skateboard for a few weeks. Max was hesitant simply because she didn’t want Jane to get injured, but she had finally given in. They decided to go to the school parking lot on Sunday afternoon since it would be pretty much empty. They walked together and Max held her board under her arm.

When they finally got there they were pleased to see a completely empty parking lot. Jane excitedly grabbed Max’s hand and dragged her to the parking lot so she could start learning. Max giggled at her girlfriend’s excitement. Jane stopped and turned to face Max excitement covering her face.

“Let’s get started!” Jane exclaimed and Max let out another giggle. She brought her board out from under her arm and placed it down on the asphalt. She placed her left foot down on the board and began rolling it back and forth on the ground.

“Alright I’m gonna slowly go through the motions and then I’ll let you try okay?” Max asked and Jane nodded her eyes glued to what Max was doing. Max smiled at her and then got into a better position to actually push off. “Alright, so you start off with one foot on the board. For most people that is their left foot, but you can use either one.” Max said and gestured down to her foot resting on the board. Jane nodded again in response. “Alright so now you push off of the ground using the foot that isn’t on the board like this” Max stated before lightly pushing herself off on the ground. The board moved forward about a foot and then Max brought her right foot back down again to stop herself. She looked back at Jane who was smiling at her.

“Seems easy,” Jane said with a smile obviously eager to try it out for herself. Max laughed a little bit absentmindedly rolling the board beneath her with her left foot. The sound of the wheels rolling on the asphalt was strangely comforting to her.

“Well, when you actually want to ride the board you have to push off the ground a few times to pick up some speed,” Max stated before actually taking off. She pushed off of the ground a few times with her right foot before placing it on the back side of the board and casually skating a circle around Jane. “When you want to turn you simply shift your weight on the board and it will turn. The more weight you shift the sharper the turn.” Max continued to skate in a circle before stopping the board in front of Jane. “You ready to try it out?” Max asked and Jane nodded excitedly. Max hopped off the board and offered it to Jane who placed her left foot on the front of the board.

“Alright, I’m going to stand behind you just in case you start losing your balance okay? Start slowly it will take a little bit to get the hang of it.” Max took her place behind Jane her arms in front of her ready to steady her girlfriend in the very likely case that she lost her balance.

“Okay” Jane responded rolling the board slowly back and forth under her foot as she had seen Max do so many times. The feeling was foreign to her, but she enjoyed it. She took a deep breath and gently pushed against the asphalt with her right foot. The board didn’t gain much speed and she didn’t even place her other foot on the back of the board.

“How did that feel?” Max asked from behind her and Jane turned to look at her once the board stopped. “Nice” Jane responded and smiled at the redhead behind her. She then turned her attention back to the board and pushed again on the ground this time with more force. She had gone faster than last time and so she decided to push again just as Max had said. She brought her right foot onto the back of the board and turned her body more sideways just skating in a relatively straight line.

“You’re a natural!” Max exclaimed from behind her. Jane smiled and then she felt her balance start to waver slightly. She wobbled a little bit, but before she could fall Max’s arms wrapped around her as she used her left foot to stop the board. The feeling of Max’s arms wrapped around her filled Jane with warmth and comfort. She turned to face Max smiling “Thanks” She offered and Max smiled right back. “Of course! You know you’re doing really well for a beginner” Max stated and Jane let out a small giggle “Really?” She responded and Max laughed with Jane for a moment. “Really! When I first started I could barely push off without falling on the pavement” Max laughed at the memory and Jane laughed with her.

Max let go of Jane’s waist so she could try again. She once again placed her right foot on the ground and pushed off a few times gaining more moment than last time. She heard Max jogging behind her “Slow down!” Max yelled from behind Jane, but Jane didn’t really hear her. She was too caught up in the feeling of the wind in her hair. She saw the curb approaching so she decided to try and turn to the right. She began to shift her weight, and as she did she felt her balance start to get off. In an attempt to not fall as hard Jane placed her right foot down on the ground, but the board carried her left foot ahead of her and she felt her angle twist strangely as she began to fall. Once she hit the ground she felt a hot burst of pain flare in her right angle. She instinctively let out a yelp of pain.

“Holy shit! Jane are you okay?” Max yelled running over to the other girl and bending down to her level. Jane nodded tentatively blinking back some tears that had appeared in her eyes. Max saw right through her act “Where does it hurt?” She questioned and Jane sat up slightly on her elbows. The asphalt was digging into her bare skin, but the only pain she could feel was stemming from her right ankle. “My ankle” She responded and instantly Max lifted the right leg of her jeans so she could get a closer look at it.

Gingerly Max placed a hand on Jane’s ankle. As soon as her hand made contact with Jane’s skin a fresh shot of white-hot pain ran through her leg. She let out another yelp of pain more tears popping up in her eyes. “Does it hurt when I touch it?” Max asked concern covering her face. Jane nodded again. “Do you think you can move it?” Max asked and Jane slowly tried to move her ankle. As she did another sharp pain ran through her body and she quickly shook her head. Max let out a sigh “Shit Jane I think you may have broken it.” She sat back on the asphalt and looked up at Jane guilt in her eyes. “I knew I shouldn’t have let you skate” She rested her head in her hands and Jane sat up more placing a comforting hand on Max’s shoulder.

“It isn’t your fault” She responded and Max looked up at her offering her a small smile. She placed her hands on her knees and pushed herself up off of the ground before offering a hand to Jane. “We should go back to your house so Hopper can take us to the hospital,” Max stated and Jane nodded grabbing her girlfriend’s hand. She slowly pulled herself up with the help of Max making sure not to put any weight on her bad ankle. Max wrapped her arm around Jane’s shoulders and Jane did the same. Max bent down and grabbed her board tucking it under her arm and looking at Jane.

“Do you think you can make it like this? I could always push you on my board.” Max asked still looking at Jane with concern. Jane shook her head leaning her weight onto Max “No I can walk” she responded offering Max a small smile. “Alright,” Max stated before beginning to slowly walk forward. Jane hopped beside her thankful that her house wasn’t too far from the school.

After about 30 minutes of walking and hobbling the two girls arrived back at Jane’s house. Jane unlocked the door and Max opened it helping Jane down onto the couch that sat in the living room. Jane was thankful to lay down and rested her head back on the arm of the couch. The pain in her ankle had become a dull throbbing which Jane could tolerate. Max grabbed a pillow from Jane’s bed and then returned at the foot of the couch. “Is it okay if I put this under your ankle?” She asked and Jane nodded. She felt Max slowly picking up her leg being careful to avoid the ankle which had quickly become a reddish purple color. Having her leg slightly elevated felt nice and Jane uttered a small thanks to Max.

“Do you think you can wait until Hopper comes home? We could always call Mike and his mom could drive us up to the hospital.” Max sat down on the small amount of space beside Jane. Jane shook her head and looked over at Max offering her a smile. “Thank you again” She stated and leaned up placing a quick kiss on Max’s lips. The other girl smiled right back. “Of course” She responded.

Jane turned on the TV and flipped through some of the channels trying to find something to watch. As she did this Max stood up and walked into the kitchen “Want anything?” Max asked. Jane could hear her opening up some cabinets grabbing whatever she was going to eat. “Just some water” Jane responded continuing to flip through the channels. Soon Max returned with a bowl of cereal in one hand and a glass of water in the other. She put the bowl down on the table and offered Jane the glass. She grabbed it and raised it up to her lips taking a sip and handing it back to Max. “Thanks,” she said as Max sat back down on the couch and grabbed her bowl of cereal. She took a bite of it and took a moment to chew and swallow before she responded “No problem.”

Max took a few more bites of her cereal before standing back up. “Want a blanket or something? Maybe a pillow for your head?” She asked and Jane nodded. “Both please” She responded and Max nodded walking back into Jane’s room and emerging with a quilt and a pillow. Jane lifted her head as Max placed the pillow behind her head, and then spread the blanket out over Jane. She then took her place again right next to Jane absentmindedly running her fingers through the other girl’s hair. At this point, Jane could barely notice the pain in her ankle as she leaned into the other girl’s side.

Hopper arrived home about half an hour later and the three made their way to the hospital. On the way there Max held Jane’s hand in the back seat and offered her small kisses on the top of her head. Jane had never been more grateful for her girlfriend.

#stranger things #elmax #eleven #jane hopper #max mayfield #elmax fic #fanfic #request #fluff

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belzinone · 4 years

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@wingsofintxlligence :: "Bel! There's strange round machines running around everywhere with knives! We must hide!" ((Hanji now has a fear of roombas.XD))

“ I know... “ SNIFF. “ We already have casualties... “

#// icb iva's haughty ass doesn't have any crying panels lmao #// i don't think marie has any either #// none of her fcs cry asdkfnaskfnjksn #PURPLE FLARE . emergency responding // ask response #wingsofintxlligence #hello it’s mz. hyde . undetermined // verse

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littlev1234 · 6 years

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The Young Build Homes - Chapter 1

Fandom: Yowamushi Pedal

Warnings: blood, violence, bullying, homophobic language, death

Words: 4,255

AO3 version: The Young Build Homes

Next Chapter: [Next]

Summary: “Maybe, he thought, there aren’t any such things as good friends or bad friends—maybe there are just friends, people who stand by you when you’re hurt and who help you feel not so lonely. Maybe they’re always worth being scared for, and hoping for, and living for. Maybe worth dying for, too, if that’s what has to be. No good friends. No bad friends. Only people you want, need to be with; people who build their houses in your heart.” – Stephen King, It

A Yowamushi Pedal It AU.

Notes: Please make sure to read the warnings for each chapter. Pennywise will work a little differently in this fic (but the big things like scaring and killing are still very much present). The only main pairing is Miki/Aya; all others will be implied or in the background.

“…high schooler with green and red hair. He was last seen leaving school on Monday afternoon. If anyone has any information regarding his disappearance, please call the emergency hotline…”

As the newswoman switched to an economics report, the young man watching the dim colors of the old boxy television set crossed his arms. He rolled the plastic toothpick between his lips from one side of his mouth to the other as his pensive frown deepened.

“Why can’t I shake off this bad feeling…?” he mumbled. He leaned back on the box he sat on and stretched out his legs, one of which gave a familiar twinge. Absently rubbing his knee—the old injury had ached especially fierce all day—he made sure to avoid bumping his foot into one of the many boxes strewn about the tiny break room.

Logically, the connection between four years ago and this incident was fragile at best. Yet last night’s nightmare flashed across his mind again: the agonized screams ripping out of his own throat, razor-sharp teeth gouging into his knee, the burn of his back scraping against tree roots and uneven ground as claws mercilessly dragged him across the forest floor—

His lungs stuttered with quickened, distressed breaths. Holding his head between his quavering hands, he forced himself to focus on the grounding habit of chewing on and restlessly toying with the toothpick.

Bite, chew, roll. Bite, chew, roll. Bite, chew, roll.

It soon poked the top of his mouth; he must have bent it. But it served its purpose. Just calm enough to string together coherent thought, he spat it out onto his palm and surveyed the damaged stick.

Thanking the fact that his younger sister wasn’t there, he resolved to avoid falling into flashbacks again. The best he could, anyway.

Turning off the television, he cast aside his suspicions. The nightmare had put him on edge, and his brain was making links that weren’t there. That must be it.

Yet he knew that he’d be keeping a closer eye on the news from now on.

Standing, he tossed the toothpick into a nearby trash can, picked up the little container sitting on top of the TV, and shook out a new one. After placing it between his lips, he left the room and closed the door behind him.

Onoda

“We’re going to do a group project starting today. Make groups of three to four people, and then I’ll give you the assignment.”

Shoes scuffed against the floor as students rose from their desks and chatter filled the air. Onoda stared at the artificial wood grain of his desk, and his heart thumped at the prospect of working with potentially uncouth classmates. Since he was not close to anyone in this class, he hoped for the best case scenario: a few stragglers would find themselves wandering to his desk, where they could awkwardly divvy out the work and not speak to each other until the day it was due.

“Onoda, right?”

He looked up as two boys stopped in front of his desk. The one who spoke he recognized as Teshima, an intelligent upperclassman with dark wavy hair. Beside him stood Aoyagi, a far quieter yet subtly strong presence. While Onoda rarely spoke with them, they had never showed hostility toward him in the past, so he heaved an internal sigh of relief.

For a moment his gaze was drawn to the white bandages peeking out from underneath Aoyagi’s bangs, which covered most of where his eye would normally be. A week ago the boy had come to school like that, with the area above his right cheekbone swathed in gauze. And if he was quiet before, then he was nearly silent now. Everyone also took note of how the already close pair were now inseparable, as if Teshima feared letting the other out of his sight. Countless rumors were still running through the halls about them: they’re totally dating and a jealous ex of Teshima’s attacked him, I heard Aoyagi lost his eye by falling on a railroad spike, maybe he stabbed himself and Teshima’s making sure he doesn’t do it again.

Whatever caused the injury, Onoda made sure to not let his gaze linger too long and looked back at Teshima. “Yes, that’s me!” he responded with a tad too much force.

Luckily the two didn’t seem fazed, and Teshima offered him an easygoing smile. “Can we join you?”

After meekly nodding, the pair pulled up chairs, slid them in front of his desk, and sat down.

“We’ll probably have to make some sort of slide show for one of the books we read,” Teshima guessed.

Aoyagi gave a thoughtful hum in response.

“Oh, good point. She did say she wanted us to at least one speech in this class.”

Onoda glanced between them in confusion. How did he get that from Aoyagi’s hum? “A-Ah, well, I hope it’s not a speech. I’m terrible at those.”

“Don’t worry, I can give you pointers if that does happen. And we won’t have to talk up there alone at least,” Teshima reassured.

Despite his misgivings about public speaking, he had to admit that the other’s words managed to ease a sliver of his worry.

When Aoyagi placed a phone in front of him, Onoda blinked at the “new contact” screen several times before he realized what the other was asking. “…you want my phone number?” He tentatively picked up the phone, added his full name and number, and then handed it back to Aoyagi, who checked the screen and gave a satisfied nod.

“Just in case we have to talk outside of school,” Teshima elaborated. Before he could say more, the teacher started handing out their assignments—it was just a slide show project, thank god. The students would be listlessly staring at the slides instead of being forced to focus to focus on him anxiously slogging through a speech.

The three spent the rest of the period discussing their topic, and Onoda was eternally grateful that his partners seemed amiable and easy to work with.

Exiting the classroom with books and folders held against his chest, Onoda glanced down at the Love Hime bookmark sticking out of a textbook. On the glossy paper, a purple-haired anime smiled brightly back at him while soft pink bubbles covered the background. Somehow it had almost fallen out of the top of the book; he pinched it between his fingers and slid it back between the pages.

Just as he started to lift his head, he collided with a solid torso and stumbled. His books tumbled from his fingers.

Panic flared in his chest and tightened his throat. “I-I’m so sorry!” Hastily dropping to his knees to pick up his scattered belongings, he was all too aware of the eyes on him that he couldn’t bring himself to face.

“Ugh, it’s that weird guy.” An unfamiliar voice scoffed to his right. Onoda bit his lip to stop it from trembling. “I bet he was too busy thinking about kinky cartoon shit to look where he was going.”

“Oi.”

He flinched at the sharp voice directly in front of him—that second one must be who he bumped into. Keeping his terrified gaze firmly on the floor, he snatched up the last paper with shaking hands. Squeaking out another “s-sorry!” he scrambled to his feet started rushing down the hallway.

A hand flew out and grasped his shoulder.

Inhaling sharply, he jerked away from the touch and accidentally slammed himself against a locker door. Past the ringing in his ears he caught another voice.

“Onoda! Onoda, it’s us, it’s okay!”

Naruko. Instantly his shoulders slumped with relief, and he released a jittery sigh. Finally lifting his gaze, he caught the redhead’s concerned expression. Miki and Aya, standing on either side of Naruko, also cast him worried looks.

“Did something happen?” Miki gently questioned.

Aya started rolling up her sleeves to reveal leanly muscled forearms. “Did someone pick on you?”

“No, no, it’s fine, just a little uh,” he quickly rambled. The moment had been horrific, but he had gotten off with only a couple insults. It could have been a lot worse. “I bumped into someone. I was so scared that I picked up my things and ran off! That’s all.”

“You sure that’s all? Because Aya and I can go find the bastard and beat him to a pulp,” Naruko promised, resolve sparking in his red eyes like embers ready to catch fire at the slightest gust.

Seeing them worry over his wellbeing and rise to his defense never failed to stir warmth in his heart. Even so, he smiled gratefully and shook his head. He had no desire to harm—it had been his fault the altercation happened anyway—and he didn’t want his friends to get themselves injured either. Naruko and Aya were persistent, fiery fighters when they wanted to be. But even they could only do so much against bigger bullies who always moved in packs, as proved by the blotchy bruise on Naruko’s thin arm.

“I’m sure. Thanks.” Noticing one of their usual group members was absent, he glanced around. “Where’s Manami?”

“He wasn’t in class,” Miki recalled.

Aya rolled her eyes. “Like that’s any surprise. He only shows up half the time.”

“I’ll text him in a minute. He might still want to hang out with us later,” Onoda said.

Naruko slung an arm around his shoulders, and he flashed a toothy grin. “Speaking of that! Miki, you said your brother is tossing out the expired snacks today, right?” Miki’s brother ran a convenience store, and whenever he built up on expired stock that he couldn’t sell to customers, he left it to her and her friends.

“Yep!”

“Sweet! I call dibs on the hot Cheetas.”

Out of the corner of his eye, Onoda noticed someone walk up to the nearby bulletin board adorning the opposite wall.

“Is there something new on there?” Naruko asked as he and the others looked over as well.

“I don’t think so…but someone’s looking at it,” the bespectacled male responded.

In the center of the board, surrounded by the lunch menu and flyers discouraging drugs and sex, was a missing poster. The disgruntled expression of a slim, angular face with green hair faced the passing students. A corner was slightly creased; the paper had hung there for a month now, so it was a wonder it hadn’t received more damage. Yet the person surveyed the poster as if he might find something new by searching long enough.

“I think that’s Toudou. I’ve seen him looking at the board a few times, but usually in the mornings.” Even though there was no possibility Toudou could overhear them, Miki lowered her voice nonetheless.

Unable to see his face, they watched his thumb tenderly smooth out the crease on the poster.

“They still don’t have any leads, do they?” Onoda morosely mumbled.

Aya shook her head. “Not that I know of.”

Receiving the distinct feeling that they were intruding upon an intimate scene, despite the students talking and milling about the open hallways, they were about to look away when several students approached Toudou. Like a mood switch had been flipped, his mouth morphed into a charismatic smile as he said some smug, flirtatious remark that left a few people swooning.

“…hey.”

Onoda’s heart missed a beat. That voice…and it’s close…!

He took a deep breath. His friends were beside him, everything would be all right, and no punches had been thrown yet. Those were all good signs. Probably. Maybe he just wanted to warn him not to bump into him again?

Turning with his pulse pounding, he faced the tall male looking directly at him. Before he could wilt under the stern gaze, Miki stepped forward to divert the other’s attention.

“Hi,” she calmly greeted. Her sunny smile worked as a soft barrier against possible animosity; whether the gesture grew genuine or turned into a steely frown depended on the stranger’s next lines.

He glanced away and rubbed the back of his neck. While his mouth remained in a set, stern line, the actions almost made it seem…like he felt awkward?

“I saw this on the floor after you left. I’m assuming it’s yours.” He held out the Love Hime bookmark.

Onoda hesitated in surprise. “I…yeah, that’s mine.” He gingerly accepted it and slipped it between random pages of his math textbook.

The subtle tension in Miki’s shoulders dissipated, and in turn so did Aya’s. Naruko still eyed the other distrustfully.

“What’s your game?” Naruko demanded. “I recognize you. You’re that popular hotshot Imaizumi, aren’t you? Did someone dare you to come over here?”

“Nothing, yes, and no,” Imaizumi coolly answered. “Are you done interrogating someone twice your size?”

“What did you just say—”

Aya placed a hand on her hip. “Can’t blame us for asking. Most people who walk up to us don’t have good intentions in mind.”

“Actually, I think I recognize you too. You’re in my art class,” Miki realized.

Imaizumi nodded. Pulling his phone out of his pocket, he checked the screen. “I have to go.”

“Wait!” The outburst left Onoda’s lips before he thought better of it. Sheepish at Imaizumi’s raised eyebrow, he swallowed and continued. “Ah, thank you! For giving my bookmark back. It really means a lot.”

His gaze flicked away again. “…you’re welcome. And that asshole I was with…ignore everything he said.”

Without giving them time to respond, Imaizumi turned and headed down the hall. Still uncertain what to make of the exchange, the group turned back to each other.

“He seemed nice,” Miki remarked.

“I dunno about that…something about him rubs me the wrong way. But he did give Onoda’s thing back, so he’s not on my immediate shit list,” Naruko grumbled.

Aya abruptly, if lightly, smacked Onoda across the back of his head, and he gave a startled yelp. “Ignore everything an asshole said? So someone was mean to you!”

“A-Ah! Um, there was some mean stuff…but no one physically hurt me, I swear!”

“And it’s over with now,” Miki assured her, and she grasped the other female’s hand. Aya clicked her tongue at the obvious attempt to calm her, but she curled her fingers around Miki’s hand nonetheless. “And Onoda says he’s okay. But next time you will tell us if someone hurts you again, right?”

“Yeah,” Onoda agreed, and he hoped he could stick to that promise. He appreciated that his friends would defend him, he really did; yet sometimes words stuck in his throat, and he’d rather ignore the bad stuff that happened than talk about it.

Naruko hummed in satisfaction. “Good! We gotta watch out for each other. And it’s not like you’re the only one who needs help; I know Aya would beat the hell out of anyone who tries to touch me. Not that there’s no one I can’t fight myself, but that’s not the point!”

“Damn straight I would,” Aya confirmed.

“Oh! Sorry to change the subject, but I just realized what time it is,” Miki commented, glancing at her phone. “We should hurry before my brother starts wondering where we are.”

“What are we waiting for then? Let’s go!” Naruko led the way, and the other three had to quicken their steps to catch up. Once through the doors, he slowed to a walking pace due to Aya and Onoda’s complaints.

Onoda fell into step beside Naruko, while Miki and Aya led the way, hands still joined. He shot a quick text to Manami about where they were going and stuffed his phone back in his pocket.

A random student that strode by them loudly whispered to another student. “There go the lesbos; can’t believe they’re still hanging out with those boys. I thought all lesbos are manhaters.”

“Piss off,” Naruko growled, even though the aggressors were likely out of earshot. Aya scowled and flipped the bird to their backs, and Miki threaded her fingers through Aya’s instead of letting go.

Onoda’s grip on his books tightened. Outrage simmered, yet he didn’t know what to do with it. Aya and Naruko usually channeled their aggression into fights and spitting insults, but the bespectacled male had all the strength of a baby bird. Miki countered with passionate, silver-tongued rebuttals of defense. However, he was terrible with keeping composure. Maybe he could act more like Manami? Manami deflected slurs like he couldn’t care less what others thought, but the second hate was directed toward a friend he would gain an almost unstable gleam to his eyes that scared off many. Too bad Onoda was as scary as a hamster.

He wanted to help, wanted to protect his friends, and he despised that he was so useless at it. All he could do was take hits meant for them when possible and support them in the aftermath.

Naruko was talking again. Pulling himself out of his thoughts, Onoda smiled back and responded. The four left the school grounds without further incident, and thanks to their amiable conversations he found his mood lifting.

A few blocks down the street stood a small retail store. The outside was tan brick and tall windows. Across the top in bold blue paint read “Kanzaki Konvenience.”

They entered through the front door. Miki’s older brother, Kanzaki Toji, waved at them from the register.

“Yo,” he greeted, the ever-present toothpick moving as he spoke. “The stuff’s in the backroom for you all to go through.”

“Awesome! I’m getting those hot Cheetas!”

“Fine, but you better not get in between me and the Sour Batch Brats!”

Aya and Naruko rushed to the back. Onoda and Miki gave fond, amused sighs as Kanzaki chuckled.

“Good to know their appetites are healthy,” Kanzaki commented, tone light with sarcasm. “So, did you all have a good day at school?”

Both teenagers hesitated.

Smile diminishing with empathy, Kanzaki ran a hand through his hair. “Not so great, I’m guessing.”

“It could have been worse,” Miki piped up.

Onoda nodded. “That’s true…I did meet three nice people today. There are these two guys I have to do a project with. One of them is quiet, so I never know what he’s thinking. But some people are just quiet, ah, kind of like me when I get scared. Anyway, the other one’s nice and good at schoolwork. Then the third guy, Imaizumi. He gave me back my bookmark…looking back on it, he was so cool, facing Miki like that…!” His giddy smile had widened with each fond sentence.

She grabbed his arm, her grin matching his. “He really was cool! Especially the way he answered Naruko like that.”

The muffled squeaking of a plastic bag being yanked open came through the cracked door.

“Hate to interrupt you two, but you should get back there before all the snacks are taken,” Kanzaki advised.

“Right! We’ll let you get back to work,” Miki said over her shoulder as she went into the backroom.

“One more thing, Onoda.”

“Hm?” He paused right before he reached the door.

“When you go home from here, you use the road with the Tadokoro bakery, right?”

“Yes?”

Kanzaki plucked the toothpick from his lips and held it between his fingers. “The Tadokoros adopted two big dogs today. I’m sure they’ll stay in the yard, but I wanted to let you know.”

Dogs. Onoda could handle the little ones, as uneasy as they made him. But the loud, booming barks and massive size of larger canines never failed to set him on edge. No matter how well trained they were, he couldn’t ignore how easily such animals could maim him if they chose to.

He nodded gratefully. “I-I’ll keep that in mind.”

With that, he left to join the others. Haphazardly piled onto the floor and on boxes, various expired snacks waited patiently for their stomachs. Naruko finished gorging on a bag of hot Cheetos before grabbing more bags of chips with his cheese dust covered fingers. He then stuffed them into his ratty backpack. He always gathered more than his friends; he would divide it up at home amongst himself and his family.

Miki and Aya sat shoulder to shoulder, and Onoda plopped down right next to a stack of chocolate bars, one of which he promptly opened and bit into.

Miki curiously checked the ingredients on the back of a box of Watermelon Bop-Tarts. “Dextrose, malic acid, xanthum gum, red 40 lake…I wonder how they come up with these names.”

“They sound dangerous for something we’re supposed to eat,” Onoda nonchalantly commented. He then bit another chunk off his chocolate and, when she opened the Bop-Tart box and handed a package to him, he accepted it without the slightest hint of concern.

“It’s a risk I’m willing to take!” Naruko moved his fingers to his mouth, about to lick off the cheese dust, when a packet of wet wipes lightly smacked into his arm.

“You touched stuff with those fingers.” Miki nodded her head at his backpack. “Don’t put them in your mouth.”

“Fine, fine,” he grumbled and moodily cleaned his fingers with a wet wipe.

The door opened once more. They looked up to see Manami, who sported his usual airy grin. A few leaves stuck to his wrinkled shirt, and a twig was caught in his hair.

“Manami!” Onoda happily greeted. “We were wondering where you were.”

“You look like you just climbed a tree,” Aya remarked.

Sitting between Onoda and Naruko, Manami plucked a wipe out of the packet sitting on the redhead’s lap. “I did.”

Confusion flashed over the others’ faces—only for them to shrug it off a few seconds later.

“I didn’t know you were good at climbing trees,” Miki said.

Manami thoroughly sanitized his hands before dropped the used wipe on the floor. “I wanted to see what the forest looked like from higher up.”

Onoda cast him a wide-eyed, worried glance. The closest forest was on the border of Sohoku, and it was off limits! What if the bear that hurt Kanzaki four years ago came back?!

The blue-haired male noticed his look and cast him a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry, I only climbed a tree at the very edge of the forest. It was fine.”

“Besides, nothing can kill a crazy bastard like him,” Aya reminded. Naruko nodded in agreement.

“Ah ha…I feel like there could have been a better way to put that…” Manami abashedly tugged at the collar of his shirt.

Still unconvinced, Onoda struggled to prevent his mind from falling into thoughts of what terrible events could have happened.

“Why don’t you tell us about the newest episode of Love Hime?” Manami suggested.

Catching on, Miki nodded. “I heard it was really intense.”

Onoda instantly brightened, all fear banished, and he excitedly clasped his hands together. “It was! It started off with a flashback to episode eleven, when…” He babbled on until he had gushed over every detail of the episode. While he caught his breath, the others struck up another silly conversation and started cleaning up wrappers. Then they gathered their piles and headed outside.

Right before they parted ways to head home, Onoda was relieved to hear Miki asking Manami to be more careful. The bespectacled male’s house was in the opposite direction of everyone else’s, so he walked home alone.

The familiar path presented no anxiety until he reached Tadokoro’s bakery. He made sure to stay on the opposite side of the narrow street. Even so, through the tall fence, which had gaps in between posts, he spotted wide canine noses curiously snuffling. No deep barks were directed his way, thank goodness. Hurrying past, he didn’t notice he was holding his breath until he was well away from the building.

He was grateful Kanzaki warned him beforehand; knowing they were there had allowed him to brace himself.

The rest of his walk went without incident, and soon enough he retreated into his house and joined his mother for dinner.

The next day, Teshima and Aoyagi weren’t in class.

While the other students moved back into their groups, Onoda checked his phone.

He hadn’t received any texts from them. However, they could just be busy with something else or sick and had forgotten to contact him.

Since they had his number but he didn’t have theirs—he should have asked for it in hindsight—he had no way to ask them where they were.

Oh well; they still had plenty of days left to finish their project, and they would likely be back tomorrow or the day after.

So he slid his phone back into his pocket, took out the assignment, and started working on his part while the other groups gossiped around him.

Two days later with still no word, Onoda woke to the abrupt, grating sound of a phone alert. Reluctantly rolling over, he patted his nightstand until his fingers found hard plastic and thin frames. In the dark of early morning, he slipped the glasses on and squinted against the brightness of the device’s screen.

His burning eyes shot wide open.

EMERGENCY ALERT

SOHOKU MISSING CHILDREN ALERT

Shock numbed all sensation except for the foreboding churning in his stomach.

His thumb hovered over the screen. He didn’t know how much time passed; the phone went dark from inaction.

As the sun’s rising rays peeked through the blinds, he finally opened the alert’s details and confirmed his premonition.

#yowamushi pedal #it #onoda sakamichi #kanzaki miki #tachibana aya #naruko shoukichi #imaizumi shunsuke #kanzaki toji #manami sangaku #teshima junta #aoyagi hajime #my fics #fanfic #blood #homophobia #violence #death #bullying

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keefkoqane · 7 years

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15 with either Klance or Hallura?

ALRIGHT I GOT MY LEMONADE I GOT MY CAT CUDDLIN ME I AM SO READY! LETS GO! (Imma do klance cuz I know their characters better)

On a quiet and somber night, where the only sound was of leaves in the trees being blown by the wind, Lance sat on his roof staring at the stars. Taking a hand through his brown hair he sighed with frustration. It had only been a month since Voltron had beaten Zarkon once and for all, yet he already found himself bored and lonely.

“What’s wrong with me?”, he said aloud, “This is all I wanted, to be home and done with space stuff…”

A star in the distance twinkled as he laid himself on the roof, shaking his head.

“Something’s…still missing..”

“Might that be your brain?”, said a voice from his window.

Lance bolted upright holding up his arms in a defense position, still not used to being on Earth again.

“WHAT THE-..WHO’S THERE?! SHOW YOURSELF WHATEVER YOU ARE!”, he said with authority.

“Relax, it’s just me idiot”, Keith emerged from Lance’s window and shimmied his way on the roof. Lance put his arms down.

“Oh, what’re you doing here mullet?”, he asked recognizing Keith’s hair had in fact gotten slightly longer than the last time they saw eachother.

“Your mom invited me…well not just me, she invited pidge and hunk and allura, and well everyone..”, he stuttered scratching his head.

“Oh right..”, Lance responded with disappointment. He was hoping Keith came of his own will to see Lance. But of course he’d never admit that’s what he wanted.

There was a pause as the summer breeze swept through the boys hair. Looking up at the night sky they both lost themselves in all the memories of the fight against the Galra. All the fun times they had goofing around in the common area. Saving eachother’s asses from Lotor or Zarkon or Haggar. Throwing food good at Allura and Coran. They even remembered all the hard times. Lance thought about how he wished he’d done more for Keith during the fight. After all, Keith was fighting his own kind. The team would constantly see him questioning his morals and who he was because of where he came from. Not to mention Allura and Coran never completely trusted Keith because he was half Galra either. He always felt like an outsider in his own team. Lance wished he’d supported him more or at least asked if he was okay instead of making fun of him. It was a hard war for everyone, but no one harder than Keith (in Lance’s opinion at least).

Lance sighed and began to refocus himself, the breeze was starting to make his hair tickle his forehead. He brushed it back again as he turned to Keith.

“….”, Lance said nothing for a moment while Keith stared at him confused.

“What?”, Keith asked.

Another moment passed before Lance burst out laughing.

“AHAHAHAHA OH MY GOD”, he screeched. Keith looked insulted and raised his hands.

“What is it? What’s so funny Lance?”, he said accusingly.

Lance pointed at Keith head of locks. It was…to be blunt, in shambles. While the boys were lost in thought the wind had blown Keith’s hair every which way. It looked like a tornado in hair form. Keith glanced up at his head as Lance snapped a pic with his phone.

“Dammit Lance!”, he blurted out into the silent night.

Lance still couldn’t contain his laughter, he nearly toppled off the roof just staring at the picture he took. It was CLASSIC meme material. Just as he’s about to send it through group chat Keith launches himself on top of him.

“LANCE DONT YOU DARE SEND THAT TO ANYOnE”, he demanded as the two wrestled for the device.

“Mullet, I don’t have a choice! This is grade A material!”, Lance snickered while trying to roll Keith off him.

“Lance you are such an idiot!”, he yelled rolling back onto Lance, reaching for the phone. Lance however had much longer arms than Keith, so he was naturally able to hold the phone out of his reach even with Keith on top of him. Lance cackled as he pressed send and successfully accomplished his mission.

“Ugh!”, Keith groaned hanging his head so his hair hid his embarrassment.

“I win, you lose. As usual am I right?”, Lance mocked propping himself up on his elbows. The rough texture of the roof hurt his skin, but he didn’t care. The look on Keith’s face made up for it. His cheeks were red with shame. Lance smirked.

WHIRRRRR💫💫💫

A loud noise took over the air and the two boys both gasped in fear, afraid of what it could be. Their minds automatically flew to a Galra ship coming to take back their freedom and safety once again. They looked around for the source of the noise.

“What the hell was that!?”, Keith said concerned and with a hint of anguish.

Lance spotted it and couldn’t help but get a big goofy smile on his face.

“Look! A shooting star!”, he pointed. Keith followed his gaze to see a bright white light flying across the sky, clearly no ship of any kind.

“Woah, I’ve never seen one..”, he said in awe.

The two stay frozen, one still on top of the other as they watch the magical thing fly across the night sky’s surface, carving its own path through the galaxy. Lance was the first to notice how close they were. He blushed looking up at Keith.

“U-Uhm so what’s your wish?”, he asked trying to fill the silence. Keith turned his head to him confused.

“My what?”

“Your wish, yknow you make a wish on a shooting star and it’s supposed to come true..”, he explained. This wasn’t the first time Keith didn’t exactly get something. The others would get frustrated with it but Lance just found it endearing more than anything else.

“Oh…”, Keith pondered,“so I can wish for anything? And it’ll happen?”

“Well yeah it’s supposed to.”, he said shrugging.

Keith thought for a moment but couldn’t think of anything off the top of his head. He then shrugged giving up.

“Well what’s yours?”, he asked hoping to get some sort of idea from Lance’s.

“My wish…”, he gazed back to the star fondly, “I wish for it to stay like this forever…”

Keith froze.

“You mean physically?”, he asked again not getting it. However keith was now aware of how close they were. Lance rolled his eyes and pushed him off.

“No stupid! I mean like…i wish there aren’t any more wars to fight and people to save, I wish to just live like this, with hunk and shiro and pidge and everyone else…,” he paused before daring to glance at Keith who was now a few feet away, “ and with you…for-forever..”

Keith’s eyes darted to meet Lance’s but he couldn’t focus fully. His heartbeat sped up as his mind went through a maze of thoughts. Lance looked at him expectantly, wanting a response, but Keith couldn’t think of anything worth saying.

Before anyone else could say anything Lance’s phone buzzed beside them. He grabbed it eager to change topics. Opening up groupchat he saw that pidge and hunk had both taken amusement to his pic of Keith’s tornado hair, while shiro just lectured him about being on a roof at night. Lance chuckled and held up the phone for Keith to see. He scoffed.

“I hate you”, he said with a small hint of a smile. Lance looked at him fondly. This boy. This was what Lance was missing. His purple eyes shone brightly in the starlight while his pale skin contrasted with the darkness around them. How could he not have seen it before? He was right there. Lance subconsciously started leaning forward towards Keith, not knowing what exactly he was aiming to do. Keith looked surprised but didn’t hesitate to do the same.

“LANCE! DINNER!”, a female voice called from inside the house.

“Ughhh,” he groaned, “Mama, I’m trying to have a conversation here!”

“I didn’t hear much talking, what kind of conversations are you boys having up there? Should I come see?”, she prodded with a flare of sass. Keith could see where Lance gets it from.

“Nonononono! We’re coming, we’re coming Mama!”, he screamed back waving his arms around forgetting that she can’t see him. Keith covered his mouth with his hand to hide him chuckling at their banter. Lance sighed and smiled embarrassed.

“We should go or she’ll come up with the squirt gun.”, he said scratching the back of his neck with a shrug. Keith laughed out loud now.

“Yeah we should.”

Keith crawled through the window first, turning around to watch lance stumble through. He smiled looking at him. This kid…he was a goddamn moron but..he was Keith’s goddamn moron. As he struggled through the window, his lower half still on the roof, and his upper half in his room he looked up at Keith.

“Hey Lance,” he said with a smile, “ that was my wish too.”

Lance’s mouth hung open while his cheeks turned pink. He tried to utter words but couldn’t come up with any. Keith gave a small chuckle.

“See ya downstairs.”, he said, and without another word turned and left Lance speechless.

Lance sighed, dangling from his window.

“Damn I love that idiot…”

-ok so yeah? That’s what I got! Lemme know if ya like it and please if anyone wants to send more feel free! It actually felt SO good to write this so THANK YOU ILY 💓💓💓

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genehackmon · 7 years

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Tamersona Week 2017 Day 4: A Hero’s Uniform

I am so behind on Tamersona that the official week is already over, but I don’t care! This is too much fun. Sorry to have kept everyone who’s been following Jules and Buns’ story waiting... this one took much longer because I was traveling over the weekend AND of course I had to read up on everyone’s Tamersonas to be included in the post!

In the spirit of the Share The Love Tamersona Day 7, shout out to @elecmon, @tortamon, @lighdramons, @knifeoframens, @metalphantomon, @beelko and @tangy-sweetlove!! I hope y’all enjoy meeting Jules and Buns!! :)

Also, shout out to @partiallyaquatic, @icewolf741, @1ggyness, @ladykiradevimon, @gaomon, @nekoharuko, @zenchoi, @thepastyman, @mametyramon, and the whole Tamersona community because I definitely missed some of y’all and I loved reading (and still reading!) all of your OC’s!!

Ok, without further ado, here’s the next chapter in Jules and Buns’ wacky adventure!!

Prompt 4: A Hero’s Uniform (Feb 18th 2017)

Jules woke up with every limb and joint shooting with soreness.

”Ugh,” he groaned, as he righted himself up from the fold-out bed in a plaster-white waiting room. He had underestimated how exhausted he was from the night before - being tossed around and dropped into choppy seawater from ridiculous heights was not how he expected to spend a Wednesday evening - not to mention how mental everything was with meeting Michael and Buns digivolving for the first time.

He peeled his eyes open and looked up at the clock. 10:30am. He overslept. As disappointed as he was with himself, he wasn’t surprised; the long drive down with Michael and Himekawa was draining. After leaving the city so late last night, the three of them didn’t arrive at the meeting site until 4:00am.

Suddenly he felt his face pressed back into his pillow, “Wakey wakey sunshine!” teased Buns as his little feet bounced up and down the back of his head.

“Ugh, Buns - cut it out!” Jules groaned.

“Oh, someone’s grumpy this morning!” Buns giggled.

Jules ignored him and sat up. His shirt was completely wrinkled. “Enough already, didn’t Michael say everyone was meeting in the next room? We gotta get moving.” He tried patting down his shirt and straightening his collar. No use, still a mess. He combed through his hair quickly with his hands. All knots.

Jules walked quickly into the meeting room adjacent to the waiting room he had slept in. It was quite a decorative, official space, with plaques of key scientists and innovators, pictures of significant moments of technology history, and large display monitors strewn across the walls. The Computer History Museum in Mountain View didn’t spare for flare.

“Ah, look who’s finally up!” Michael greeted Jules cheerfully as he saw him stumble in with Buns on his shoulder.

“S-sorry I’m late,” Jules announced.

“That’s quite alright,” Himekawa answered, standing at the end of a long, broad table at the far side of the room. “The others haven’t arrived for long, and have been spending some time getting to know each other,” she continued in her thick foreign-but-official-accent.

Jules glanced a slight eye at Himekawa - there was nothing he liked about that pretentious woman. He looked around, and there were quite a few people all gathered around, all chatting with each other before he and Buns had walked in, and were now staring at him. What’s more, each person had another pair of eyes with them that stared - they all had Digimon!

“Wow…” Jules didn’t know what to say. Buns was taken aback as well - the little bunny hadn’t seen so many of his kind in one place since, well, as long as he could remember.

A girl with dark hair tied in a ponytail broke the silence, “Hey there, do you work for Himekawa?” she asked politely.

“Wha- what?” Jules answered frantically, “No way - why would you - “ he looked down at his own clothes. Button-down dress shirt and khakis. He looked around the room. Everyone was dressed way less formal than him, save Himekawa. “Ah, figures.” he thought. “No, uh, no I don’t. I’m new here.” He replied.

“Yeah he just looks like a dweeb all the time,” Buns added.

Everyone chuckled and Jules blushed profusely. He noticed that aside from Himekawa and Michael, everyone gave off a noticeably younger vibe than him. He felt like he had just stepped back into college or high school. Or maybe it was just he was so hopelessly out of fashion that he felt out of place.

“Ah, gotcha. The more the merrier!” said the dark-haired girl. She approached Jules and extended her hand, “My name is Liz, nice to meet you!” A small ball of flame slowly peeked out from behind Liz’s back; it had a soft glow and shy face, “And this is Minnie!”

“Oh, uh - hi. Jules. Nice to meet you. This is Buns,” Jules shook her hand, immediately feeling like his reply was stuffy. He noticed her outfit. Long-sleeved, weather-proof teal shirt; blue shawl; brown hiking boots; utility backpack with blankets and first-aid kit; this girl was prepared. “Uh, wow… you’re dressed like a… real hero.”

Michael chuckled from the back of the room near Himekawa, “Jules is the guy I was telling you guys about earlier! Him and Buns there were the first on site during last night’s emergence!”

Murmurs and commotion went throughout the room. Jules didn’t know how to respond - he was always uncomfortable in front of crowds, the only time he could be articulate was when he prepared for hours the day before a board meeting presentation at work.

Liz gave Jules a chummy pat on the back and brushed Bun’s ear. “Nice job, you two!” she said reassuringly. Buns puffed a smile full of content and climbed from Jules’ shoulder to his head in triumph.

Another girl on the other side of the room with glasses gave an approving nod. She was wearing plaid and had a large red dinosaur with intense yellow eyes next to her. In a corner, a kid that looked around college-age in a beanie giggled with a floating, tapir-looking creature.

Next to them, was a brunette girl with an orange, striped, cat-like creature perched on her shoulder. She wore a black tank top, blue arm band, and orange gloves. She took her turn at introductions, “Sounds like you two are quite a team! I’m Kana, and this is Toramon.”

A taller-looking person with blonde hair, a dark cape, studded belt, and ripped black jeans stood up from the corner of the room with an impish-looking purple creature and gave an edgy smirk. In the same corner, a girl in a vintage 1990’s Jim Lee X-Men tee shirt and a purple skirt looked on in silence, accompanied by a sheet ghost with an oversized witch hat.

Jules reached back to nervously scratch his head, only to accidentally hit Buns on his. He was trying to cope with being the focus of attention in the room. “Uh… um… thanks y’all… I guess… ha,” he replied. “Say, uh… this might sound weird, but, uh, how old are y’all?”

“Huh?” Liz was surprised by the question, “I dunno, I thought we’re all about the same? I’m 22, for what it’s worth.”

“Oh,” Jules felt slightly more comfortable, “Okay, y’all all look really young, so, uh, I just didn’t know… you know? I mean, I felt old.”

“Ha! Relax my man! Are you scared of college kids or somethin’?” laughed Michael.

“Jules is scared of his own shadow if you don’t tell him it’s gonna be there beforehand,” jabbed Buns, always ready to get one in.

“Man, you’re a firecracker, Buns!” Michael and the others in the room laughed along, “Hey man, I’m 25 here, don’t make me feel like a fossil.”

“No that’s not what I meant - I’m 24.” Jules quickly replied with an apologetic tone, “Anyway,” he turned to Himekawa, suddenly firm and determined, “I asked because I want to know - why the hell do you have a bunch of kids gathered here, lady?”

Himekawa sighed and smiled. She closed her eyes for a moment, then looked straight at Jules, unwavering. “I suppose I owe everyone here an explanation,” she started. She began her long briefing in her distinct serious, foreign tone.

“My name is Himekawa Maki. What all of you need to know is that I am part of an international agency responsible for the monitoring and resolution of digital anomalies. It is our duty to prevent and deter cyber threats of any manner of manifestation, and we operate independently from political boundaries towards this cause.”

“Woah, that’s a lot of gibberish there,” commented Liz.

Himekawa ignored the remark and continued, “To put it simply, I’ve gathered all of you here to inform you of your current situation and to ensure your safety.”

Jules scoffed, “Our safety?! What exactly do you think is our situation?!” He looked at Michael, “Michael, did I not tell you the whole story in the car?” He turned back to Himekawa, “I trust Michael, but you, I still think you’re up to something fishy!” he accused.

“Mr. Yue, if you are referring to the emergence incident last evening in San Francisco, that is part of the reason I have brought all of you here today,” Himekawa responded.

“So you’re saying… what happened to Jules here, and the Blossomon that Minnie and I encountered, these things are connected?” Liz asked.

“Precisely. The frequency of digital anomalies is something that is unprecedented since the Demiurge Incident of ‘06. I believe you are familiar with the event?”

“The… Demiurge Incident?” Jules repeated in confusion.

“Okay, lady, you really lost me now,” said Liz. All eyes around the room looked towards each other for some kind of confirmation. No one had a clue. Liz glanced at Michael, who was patiently waiting for Himekawa to explain.

“Interesting that no one here admits to the rumors they’ve heard on the internet,” observed Himekawa, “considering that I found all of you through your forum browsing history.”

“You what?!” Liz was shocked.

“Please hold a moment,” Himekawa held a hand up calmly, “The Demiurge Incident is the designation used to refer to the string of digital resurgences in Tokyo, Japan that occurred six years after the viral digital anomaly broadcast of 2000. I’m sure some of you have seen the term “Demiurge” used in online communities that expound on theories regarding entities known as ‘Digimon.’ We believe that the emergences this time are similar to the events of 2006. However, there is one major difference.” Himekawa paused.

“Uh, okay… what?!” prodded Jules, frustrated with Himekawa’s complicated explanations.

“We believe that the current emergences are synthetically triggered. Our intel has led us to match several distortions of the digital plane coming from IP addresses of a linked server during the same time as the most recent emergences. Digital anomalies have consistently appeared in many locations where our agents are stationed around the world. We believe that a highly sophisticated cyber sleuth has compromised the system and is carrying out a vendetta against our organization.”

“Hold on… let me get this straight,” Jules rubbed the bridge of his nose, “You’re telling me, some super hacker is messing up the apparently world-class act that you’ve got going on, and your solution is to bring us all here to, what? Keep us safe?! Aren’t you making things more dangerous by having everyone be a sitting duck around you?!”

“The opposite actually,” Himekawa replied matter-of-fact-ly.

Michael sighed and propped himself up on a desk, leaning his back on the wall and kicked back his feet. He knew the twist.

“You see,” Himekawa continued, “our organization has been keeping an eye on each of you for a long period of time, to ensure that these anomalies you call Digimon that you spend time with do not pose a threat to public safety.” Himekawa glanced at each of the tamers in the room, all with various degrees of distressed looks on their faces. “However, our current ability to keep both you and your partners safe from each other and yourselves is compromised due to the many emergences we discussed that are occurring globally at a rapid pace.” Himekawa suddenly looked down, as if in shame, “I’ve asked you all here today as a request for you and your partners to assist us in finding the culprits behind these attacks.”

“Huh,” grunted Jules, “So you want to use us as pawns in your weird cybersecurity games?”

“We will need your help to keep the public safe,” Himekawa reiterated.

“Sorry, no thanks,” said Jules. He turned away with the slightest of hesitations, “this isn’t our problem. And if you ask me, the public isn’t any safer with your kind roaming around.”

Jules started towards the door quickly, only to trip over Buns, who had jumped down to stop him. “Jules! Wait a minute!” he pleaded.

“No, Buns. We’re going.” Jules insisted.

Suddenly, a bright flash emitted from one of the large display monitors on the wide boardroom walls, and two figures jumped out from the light as if the computer screen was a portal.

“Well?” Himekawa said to the unknown figure while the rest of the room still struggled with the light almost blinding their eyes.

As his vision came back to focus, Jules saw a puffy-haired girl with goggles, a hooded cape, and heavy boots stepping out from the light; a true adventurer’s garb. A small, blue, pointy-eared creature followed her.

“Nothing,” said the girl. “Vic and I searched everywhere. No sign of any rogue tamer.” The girl’s cloak was tattered and caked in dirt.

Vic the Veemon plopped down on his butt, exhausted and full of scratches on his body. “I’m pooped! Man, I could really use a doughnut right now,” he moaned.

“Jeez Choco, you and Vic look rough! What happened out there?!” Michael jumped down from the desk he was sitting on to help Vic back on his feet, and Bates crawled next to Choco to comfort her.

“We ran into a swarm of Vilemon, and then a Devidramon attacked out of nowhere,” Choco explained as she pet Bates, “Vic had to digivolve into two forms, first into Raidramon to run out from the swarm, then into Flamedramon to duke it out with that Devidramon.” Choco gave Vic a fist bump, “You did great pal.”

“You know it!” Vic mustered a boast despite feeling completely worn out, “whoever is behind all these disturbances, though, they ain’t messin’ around!” he added.

“Unforgivable!” shouted Ray, the girl in the plaid shirt and glasses. Newt the Guilmon growled in agreeing resentment.

“I’m sorry the mission was not successful,” apologized Himekawa, “however, it’s prudent that we continue the search.”

“This is insane,” Jules protested, “You - this… this girl just jumped out of the computer screen like it’s a window, all beat up, and you’re telling more people to go into that thing?! Y’all should call the cops or something. I’m done here.” Jules walks towards the door again.

“Jules!” Buns yelled and tugged at Jules’ leg, but he didn’t budge and keeps walking. Suddenly, Jules felt a grip on his arm that stops him.

“Hey!” Liz called out, “can’t you see what’s going on here? These people could use your help. We’re all in this together.”

“‘We?’ What does this have to do with me? With Buns?!” exclaimed Jules, “you don’t know what you’re talking about. You’re all naive. Go home.”

“No, you’re a coward,” Liz stated firmly, “you think I don’t know what’s going on? You think you’re the only one here with a Digimon you care about? Wake up. We all have partners. We all love them more than anything, and we’re not going to let some punk just bully his way around, terrorizing innocent people. If you’re too scared to do something when it counts, be my guest and go.”

Jules was silent, stunned. He lost Bao once and he had vowed; never again. “You don’t understand,” he cried, “I won’t do it. I won’t lose Buns too!”

“Jules…” Buns muttered, standing behind Jules, at a loss for words.

Liz let go of Jules’ arm. Minnie gathered cautiously next to the two of them. “Look,” Liz said patiently, “I don’t know what happened to you, what happened to Buns. But you need to trust in each other. Minnie here is my world. She might be bashful, she might be tender, but together our flame burns bright and we are strong. You need to believe in yourself, and believe in Buns.”

Jules wiped away his tears angrily with his sleeve. Liz was right, he thought. His whole life, he had been afraid. Afraid of what would happen if he lost safety, if he lost control. He had spent his whole life running from risk. He gritted his teeth.

No more.

Jules turned around and scooped up Buns from under his little arms. “Where are we going?” he said with determination, looking straight at the still-open digital portal.

Buns looked up at his partner, big beady eyes and wiggling dumb smile full of emotion that he could barely contain.

“That’s the spirit!” cheered Michael.

Liz smiled.

“Um… guys, c-count me in too!” came a softer voice from the corner of the room. It was the young college-aged kid, dressed in a beanie with a floating mammal by their side. “I-I didn’t introduce myself. My name is Salem, and this is Baku!” The Tapirmon floated down slightly in a polite bow.

“Fantastic!” exclaimed Michael, “Now it’s a party!”

“Right. A group strategy should increase our chances of finding the culprit behind these emergences,” reasoned Himekawa, “the rest of you should stay here in case we need to relieve the other group. As long as each team has a D-3, we should be able to transport all of you quickly between the physical and digital world.”

“Great! Good thing we have Salem with us!” Liz gave Salem a supportive nudge.

“Ms. Choco and Vic, please stay and recover for the time being.” Himekawa requested.

Ray, Newt, Kana, Toramon, Choco, and Vic nodded at Himekawa’s orders. The taller blonde with the cape and the girl with the X-Men tee in the back corner rolled their eyes.

“Okay, here goes nothing,” Salem holds up their D-3 as Baku snuggles up against them.

“Alrighty, see you crazy cats on the other side!” cheered Michael as Bates let out an energetic bark.

Liz cupped Minnie close.

“Here we go!” shouted Buns, still tight in Jules’ arms. “Here we go,” sighed Jules.

Woah!! The plot thickens!! So many cool new characters!! When are they gonna eat breakfast?! Why do tamers always beat up on Vilemons and Devidramons??! Is the writer losing it?!?! They better stop adding cliffhangers to cliffhangers next time on Tamersona Day 5: Way To Grow!

#tamersona #tamersonaweek #digimon #oc #jules #buns #liz #minnie #salem #baku #choco #vic #kana #toramon #jack #mukade #ray #newt #metalphantomon #a hero's uniform

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