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singlecelledthot · 3 years

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🗣RONNIE!!! May I have Kuai’s titties drenched him in his own cum😬

💕I may have taken this a whole different direction than intended, but I promise, you get what you asked for!💕

Whisper, Whisper!- Solo Tundra/Kuai Liang (mentions of Fem!Reader) Warnings: NSFW, masturbation, solo male, pining, edging, Summary: Kuai Liang just can't keep it in anymore, you're driving him fucking crazy.

Tags: @lilliannmac @icy-spicy

Quietly, Kuai Liang stole into his room, pushing his way into privacy at last. Outwardly, Kuai was taciturn as he began the arduous process of removing his armor. His fingers worked slow and steady, pulling leather straps, tugging off strings and belts and letting each hardened piece of armor slide off to the floor. It wasn’t until he was left in his basics; unrestrained by claustrophobic gear, and sat down on the edge of his sleeping cot, that his jaw muscle quivered. He clenched his teeth, working them against each other as the roiling emotions in his belly churned up into his throat, threatening to gag him.

Would your cruelty know no end?

The entire day you both had gone about business as usual. He performing his duties with the Lin Kuei in training, patrolling to the grounds and attending the Grandmaster when summoned. And you, spending your time strapping fighters with tape, bandaging wounds and reorganizing and scheduling (bullying) young assassins into their physicals. As a medical authority in the clan, you always had a reason to put your hands on him, and at first it had been benign for the both of you. But as the months rolled into years, you two had somehow managed to grow close, stranger still that you both did so without the normally stilted way that he flirted with women getting in the way. Almost every encounter now, three years after you had first met, was fraught with some sort of temptation. He delighted in your touch, your whispers as you purred innuendo into his ear when you would bandage his injuries. You would always teased then retreat, laughing and smiling in a way that found his eyes glued to the soft swell of your bottom lip. He smiled rarely, flirted back even less, but always spoke softly, never chasing you from his close proximity with coldness or the blunt superiority people like his brother and Sketor threw around. No, it was clear he wanted you there, at his side, with your hands soothing the pain from his body---and yet.

Lately it had been altogether too much, and not enough. You lingered, growing more bold, sneaking touches even in mixed company where the act would cause sweat to bead at the back of his neck each time your fingers ghosted over his skin. It had slowly begun to strain him, pulling him taut like a piano wire, poised to snap with the vicious twang of a clever finger.

Who could have foreseen that, that day was the final stroke that sealed his fate?

You had tutted over him as you always did, fussing at either his carelessness or his sparring partner’s foolishness. This time it had been a spar with Bi-Han that had done it, coming in the form of a back hand landing on his jaw so hard Kuai's neck had snapped to the side and sent him sprawling. When his ears stopped ringing he overheard the harsh trill of your voice barking out at the more subdued tone of his brother. Kuai had blinked away the momentary loss of consciousness, sat up and was immediately set upon by you now that you had taken your pound of flesh from Bi-Han. Your hands were on his face in seconds, stroking along his jaw where he’d been hit, tapping gently on his scalp and through his hair--the sound he made was easily passed off as a groan of pain and he made no move to speak in agreement or otherwise.

“Tundra,” Were your eyes always this bright? “I cannot believe you would go out of your way to ignore me when I TELL you not to do full contact directly after a mission.” Were your fingers always this warm?

He had blinked owlishly, staring from you to his brother who stood behind you. “I cannot believe that your ability to listen is worse than Sub-Zero’s...” That was what had done it, that one little comment spoken in genuine exasperation. He loved his brother, he never felt lesser when it came to Bi-Han and he had never before experienced jealousy over something so small. It’s how he found himself where he was now, fists clenching so hard his bones creaked.

The wire finally snapped.

Kuai Liang stood up as he kicked a small side table that sat near the head of his cot, sending the object flying across the room to bang against a wall. Clearly broken. He continued on in relative silence, beyond the harshness of his strained breathing, clenching his jaw to keep the shout building in his throat behind his teeth. Pacing back and forth across the length of his room, he recalled how smug Bi-Han looked as you compared the brothers, how your small hand had gripped his sore jaw firmly and you held his gaze as you glared into his very soul. And he throbbed from the want. The sheer desperation for you came upon him like a typhoon, whipping up how he perceived your friendship and smashing it to pieces before settling, and what was left was a fractured and terrible need. His cock lay heavy and thick across his thigh, angled down his pant leg, each time the coarse fabric of his pants slid across his aching flesh, he had to fight the urge to growl. He’d been hard since you grabbed his chin and forced him to hold your eye contact.

How had he not realized how quickly these feelings had been building? How had he not seen this coming from a mile away? How could he have ignored the small ways his body screamed at him to heed it? To pursue you?

It punished him now for his negligence, Kuai let himself lean back heavily on the edge of his cot, palming the painful hardness of his cock. He was breaking, shattering like so many shards of ice across the harsh, stone judgement of your words--your touch.

He tugged the waistband down so that his hefty length could spring free, slapping against his exposed belly with a meaty ‘thwack’. He stared down at himself, taking in the thickness, the throbbing vein along the side that disappeared into the base of his cock. How dearly he wished that it was not by his own hand, but yours, that would relieve this horrible ache. Kuai hesitated for only a moment before he reached down to wrap a fist around his cock and give it an alleviating squeeze. It made his hips buck up to meet the pressure and he had to bite his tongue to stay quiet. His nose crinkled into a silent snarl as he dragged his rough palm down to pull the skin back as taut as it could go, before pulling it all back up to stimulate his already leaking cock head. His breath frosted the air, free hand scrabbling to pull his shirt up to bunch under his chin---for whatever reason the fabric was unbearably hot. With his torso naked, and his hand squeezing pre-cum out of his tip, Kuai Liang sighed your name as tension pooled in his belly.

He knew he’d never be able to withstand your teasing again, foreseeing many nights spent in the state he was currently in, but also finding he did not care. Heat mixed with the ice in his belly, egging him on as his fists set a slow, tight pace along the thick length of his cock. He imagined you, methodically tracing patterns along his veins, stroking the bunched skin beneath his glans--his hips lifted as he pictured your smile as you breathed molten heat against his tip. A promise, or maybe a threat. His eyes slammed shut as his pace increased, he did not have the patience at the moment to tease himself as you would and the fantasy he’d been playing in his mind flew out the window in favor of more heated, frantic visions.

You throating him diligently in some secluded hallway in the barracks. His other hand reached down to give his heavy balls a squeeze.

Your eyes, lidded in desperation as you begged for him not to stop. His head fell back, his hand working an aggressive pace across the entirety of his length, the wet noises of his pre-cum smearing across his skin filled the room.

You, saying his name, a whisper in his ear as he pinned you to a wall and took from your body the pleasure he violently craved…

That was what undid him. His fist pulled down his shaft until it was squeezing the base, his cock twitched, once, twice before hot strands of cum splashed over his belly and chest. His pectorals heaved as he caught his breath, smeared in the trickling viscosity of his own cum. His nipples hardened as the wetness cooled in the air. Kuai’s eyes rolled back, his thighs shaking as each pearlescent shot of cum that hit his skin sent volts of pleasure through every inch of him. He panted through his teeth, collapsing back on his cot once he was spent, cum dripped down his collar bone, dirtying the black shirt that he’d had tucked under his chin, sliding down his abdomen to pool into the dip of his belly button.

He was a mess, mentally and physically, the visions of what he wanted to do to you faded to the chilled realization that he could never let you know how he felt. Kuai managed to open an eye, staring at his hand, now soaked with the evidence of his desperation. Though he would never reveal to you this hunger, he knew he could not--would not--ever possess the discipline to stop your touches and whispers. It would be his burden to bear, his secret to keep---his deepest indulgence.

Your touch would undo him one day, but until then, he’d torture himself with this sweet sickness.

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seasonschange-butpeopledont · 3 years

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The Last of Us: Part II

Pairing: Frankie Morales x F!Reader / Santiago “Pope” Garcia x F!Reader

Warnings: Language, threats of violence, guns, blood and injury, a post-zombie apocalypse world ripped straight out of The Last of Us, first aid medical stuff (kind of?)

Word Count: 1,644

Author’s Note: The Triple Frontier Zombie Apocalypse AU no one asked for.

Summary: After Frankie is injured, the boys find themselves in need of your help.

Part I - Taglist Form - Masterlist - Part III

The gunshots outside your window set heart racing. Not an entirely uncommon sound in the world you lived in now, but the quiet of the last few days had given you the illusion of peace.

That fantasy was promptly shattered when a large blonde man kicked your door in, covered in blood and carrying a metal pipe as a weapon.

“Get him inside!” He ordered, speaking to someone you could not yet see. You’d been hiding behind the counter of the bar since the shots rang out, but it wouldn’t be long before these strangers discovered you there. Careful not to move too suddenly and make the old wooden floors creak under the shift of your weight, you craned your neck to peek around the corner.

You watched two more men follow behind the first, carrying an unconscious man through the doorway. The metallic scent of blood hit you immediately. Someone had been injured.

“Goddamnit,” The youngest blonde swore. “Where the hell did they come from?”

“Must have been following us,” One of the men reasoned. “Caught Fish in the back.”

“You thinkin’ they were hunters?”

“Nah,” The first man shook his head. “That was amateur. Probably just desperate for some supplies.”

“Right, and we aren’t?” The young blonde snorted. “This whole fuckin’ plan was stupid. Never should have come this far into the city.”

“C’mon, Benny, quit complaining and help me move that jukebox in the corner. We’ve gotta barricade this door.”

“With noise like that, we’ll be lucky if a damn horde ain’t at our doorstep in a few minutes,” The man, Benny, you presumed, grumbled as he began pushing the heavy machine across the floor. “Fuckin’ scavengers.”

The third man was knelt on the ground, assessing the unconscious man’s wounds.

“How bad is it?” The first man called.

“I’ve seen worse,” He replied, placing his hands against the wound and applying pressure as best he could. He looked around the room in search of supplies, his gaze landing on the bar top. You shrank back, but you knew it was useless. He was on his feet and heading towards the place where you hid in the blink of an eye.

When he came around the counter, he spotted you immediately, still crouched down on the floor. He was shorter than the rest of the group, with tan skin and greying curls. There was a fierceness in his eyes that told you he meant business.

“Looks like we’ve got company, boys,” He called.

You were ill-prepared for the confrontation, clutching the neck of a broken bottle as a makeshift weapon. If it came down to it, you doubted it would do you any good. You weren’t much of a fighter.

“You know anything about this?” He demanded, unholstering his weapon and training it on you. He pointed to the injured man with his free hand.

“What? No, I– I don’t know anything,” You shook your head, fumbling for a defense, caught off guard by how absurd the accusation seemed to you. “You broke into my bar, remember?”

“Could be a trap. You sure you don’t have a buddy in the back that’s about to come shoot at us?” He countered evenly, the gun in his hands lowering slightly so that it was no longer pointed between your eyes.

“If I was planning a robbery, don’t you think I’d be armed with something a little better than,” You paused, looking at the label of the bottle in your hand, “Peppermint schnapps?”

At this, the man raised an eyebrow and looked towards his companions, seeming to ask for their assessment of the situation. The two men flanked him, watching you carefully.

“She ain’t gonna hurt anybody,” The young blonde spoke up. Benny, you remembered. “Look at her, Pope. Poor thing’s scared to death.”

You glared at him, clearly indignant at his observation. The man with the gun nodded finally, holstering the weapon before retreating towards the injured man to check on him once more.

The older blonde stepped in, holding out a hand to help you up off of the floor. You accepted it, pulling yourself to your feet. “Hey there,” He said with a calmness in his voice as he introduced himself, “I’m Will, and that’s my brother, Benny. Over there, that’s Pope– He’s a little spooked right now, so you’ll have to forgive his manners.”

He pointed towards the man they’d dragged into the building, currently sitting on the floor with his back against one of the booths by the front wall. Pope was beside him, pressing a bloodied shirt against the wound at his friend’s shoulder. “And that’s Catfish. Look, we aren’t here to cause any trouble, but we could really use your help.”

You gave him your name in a voice just above a whisper, your attention held by the wounded man. He wore a hat that shadowed his face, but something about his slumped figure tugged at your heart. His friends clearly cared about him deeply. That wasn’t something you came by often in this world, not anymore. These days, it was every man for himself.

Your grip on the bottle loosened, and you put it away. “I have a first aid kit upstairs,” You informed them, turning back to Will and Benny. “I’ll go get it for you. There’s some clean dish rags under the sink to help stop the bleeding.”

Relief washed over Will’s face. “Thank you,” He told you, his sincerity clear in his tone.

“Mind if we take this?” Benny asked you, holding up a bottle of whiskey. “I think it’s going to take a little more than those tiny antiseptic wipes to get that thing good and clean.”

“Go ahead,” You confirmed, heading towards the store room to grab the first aid kit off the shelf. Back in the bar, you could hear muffled groans of pain as the men poured the liquor to sterilize the wound. The agonizing sound went straight to your heart, making your stomach twist painfully. It’s been months, but you didn’t think you’d ever acclimate to the suffering you’d witnessed since the beginning of the outbreak.

“Thanks,” Pope murmured when you returned, handing the first aid kit to him. Benny and Will had taken up arms by the door, watching through the cracks in the boarded up windows for any signs of oncoming hordes.

“Mind putting pressure on that for me?” He requested, taking his hands off of the wound to sift through your meager medical supplies. Your hands replaced his, pressing down on Catfish’s shoulder. His breath was coming out in short, even puffs. The bleeding seemed to be slowing, and a thin layer of sweat covered his face, dampening the hair that curled against his forehead. If the situation were different, you might have found him handsome.

You looked back to Pope, watching him work. His eyes were focused on threading the needle to begin stitching, and you discovered that his fingers were trembling. It surprised you; these didn’t seem like the type of men who cracked under pressure. This Catfish fellow must have meant a lot to them.

“Is he going to be okay?” You inquired softly. Pope swallowed hard, nodding slowly.

“I think so. The bullet went straight through. If we can stitch it up, it’ll be fine, as long as there’s no infection. We should probably think about getting some food in him soon.”

“That’s good,” You replied, trying to keep your tone optimistic. Infection was as big of a threat as anything these days, but you thought you thought he stood a good chance. A bottle of whiskey and some clean bandages were still miles better than the field medicine most people received.

When Pope failed to thread the needle for the third time, you held out your hand to him expectantly. “Let me take over. I used to do a lot of sewing with my grandmother. Steady hands.”

You offered him a reassuring smile, and he reluctantly relinquished the needle and thread to you.

“Have you been here long?” He asked absentmindedly, sitting back on his heels as you worked. Your eyebrows drew together in concentration.

“A while. The bar is pretty well stocked, all things considered.” You got the thread through the eye easily, carefully securing it before nudging Pope’s hands aside. You removed the dish rag and took out one of the antiseptic wipes, clearing away some of the remaining blood before you set to work on stitching the wound closed.

“Riding out the apocalypse at the bar,” Pope snorted softly. “Sounds like a nice plan. Wish I would have thought of that one.”

“I used to live in the apartment upstairs, actually, before everything…” You trailed off, not eager to rehash the beginning of the end. “Well, you know what happened. When the QZ fell apart a few months later, I didn’t really know where else to go, so I ended up back here. I guess the owners of this place didn’t make it, but it seemed safe enough and there are plenty of supplies, if you don't mind beer nuts and pretzels. I’ve been hiding out here ever since.”

“Really? All by yourself?” He frowned. You seem to hesitate, swallowing a lump in your throat before answering.

“Believe it or not, you and your friends are the first people I’ve spoken to in about two months.”

“No kidding?”

You shook your head. It was a lonely existence you led these days, so different to the one you had when the city was full of life.

“That’s too bad,” Pope told you, unable to ignore the pit that formed in his stomach when he noticed the sadness in your eyes. “I don’t think we made the best first impression.

“That’s okay. It’s nice to meet you, Pope,” You said softly, trying off the final stitch. “Even under the circumstances.”

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ddarker-dreams · 4 years

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Pandora’s Box. Yan Chrollo x Reader

Warnings: Medicine mention, descriptions of anxiety, and implied minor character death. Word count: 2.7k.

A simple plan is the best kind to have.

The less variables at play, the higher your rates of success are. You’ve anticipated some margin of error, a safety net of sorts, to be used if necessary. Everything within your realm of influence has been taken into account. Your friend in a car meeting you at a dead spot, a train ticket purchased with a prepaid visa card on a VPN, and a few precious pieces of jewelry to be pawned off at a later time. Scraping these assets together is a commendable feat, having to skulk around to make it this far.

Nothing feels out of the ordinary, you think. Your preparations are almost complete. All that’s left is to wait to ensure the beast in hiding cannot come for you.

Prayer doesn’t traditionally feel worth the effort -- any god that’d allow you to be subjugated to a hell such as this is no god worth pleading to -- but tonight is different. Tonight you pray to any deity that may spare you some pity, that this plan may succeed without a hitch. The time signals the beginning of the next phase, the most vital aspect.

Tonight’s soup had an additional ingredient, a generous helping of sleep inducing pills. To avoid suspicion, you partook in the meal as usual, hoping to cancel out the effects later by ingesting a gratuitous amount of energy drinks. It served the original purpose of fending off fatigue, but not without presenting a unique set of problems of its own. The caffeine has served to heighten your anxiety, upping what was already a nerve-wracking experience to a new level.

Your guts feeling like they’re rearranging themselves, your body not capable of forgoing fidgeting a single moment. No longer can you tell if it’s nausea, stomach pain, or hyperventilation. Maybe it’s everything at once. All you know is that you’ve never had your body working against you more than now. Every nerve is frayed, your senses on high alert to any shadow or noise.

Deep breaths no longer bring you reprieve. Each raggedy breath you manage to squeeze out is an accomplishment, overshadowed by the fear that he might hear you. How irrational a thought, that Chrollo would be capable of picking up on the differences in your breathing from afar. It doesn’t matter how illogical the worry may be. With Chrollo, you’ve learned that nothing is impossible. To expect the unexpected has been the mantra of your mind these past few months.

Just a bit longer... I need to know he’s asleep for sure. Or else it’s over.

Your foot taps against the ground in a frantic rhythm, ears ringing like funeral tolls. The last time you dared peak into your shared room with Chrollo, he was supposedly fast asleep, out like a light. What should’ve been a cause for victory brought nothing but a fresh wave of dread. A guessing game ensues. Trying to decipher his body language from earlier for hints only serves to make you feel worse. You’ve been so cautious, walking on sheets of thin ice at every move. Chrollo hadn’t acted out of the ordinary to your knowledge. Not that he has a way of acting ‘ordinary’ anyways, your limited understanding of his person having to suffice.

Should everything be going according to your design, your friend will be in position to pick you up. There’s no more stalling, the point of return ahead of you.

It’s time.

You do a final check over your mental checklist. Your backpack is stocked with the necessities: toiletries, a few changes of clothes, a filtered hydro flask, non perishable foods and your train ticket. To any onlooker it might look like you’re going hiking. Sporting worn sneakers, loose-fitting clothes, and having your hair pulled away from your face. This is really it. The culmination of sneaking around behind Chrollo’s back for months, unfolding before your very eyes. Everything is falling into place as it’s meant to.

You walk to the door.

Each step you take is quiet as can be. Every shuffle of clothes, or the slightest of creaks from the floorboards, causes you to wince and pause. This penthouse has served as your personal circle of hell for months on end, the walls absorbing your cries and screams. You despise this place with every fiber of your being. The antique décor, the ancient texts that lay strewn about, the scent of sandalwood that you find nauseating.

Ghosts of the past return to haunt you as you walk through different areas. Swirling around your head, they threaten to consume you, chipping away at your resolve. His hypnotic voice resonates in your mind like whispers of the serpent in the garden, tempting you. Weighing you down. Not even your own mind is a safe haven from his speech that disguises itself as flowery, when the reality is far more sinister. Chrollo’s words are constricting vines, lined with thorns, embedding themselves deeper into your flesh the harder you try to pry them out.

“Don’t you remember how difficult your life was before me?”

Another step.

“All those people who left you, who took advantage of you?”

Your hands shake around your small, homemade EMP. It’s made from spare parts you managed to find around the penthouse, clumsily assembled through trial and error. The pulse it emits is next to nothing. Copper coils threaten to fall loose at any second when you raise it to the security system by the door. Holding your breath, you press down on the trigger. The device lets out rapid clicking sounds, the security monitor flickering before going blank.

“I know you’ll come around.”

Finally, come the excessive locks on the door. The compressed air you said you needed for cleaning is next up. The can is cool against your trembling fingers, white specs decorating the locks as you spray them over. With some persistence, they come undone, one after the other. Unshackling you from the depths. You open the door that’s mocked you relentlessly for months, withholding your prized freedom.

“But even in the event that you don’t...”

The surrounding world is a blur of colors. Your eyes don’t focus on any object for too long, scanning your surroundings for potential threats. It feels as if your stomach is in your throat when the elevator starts its descent. He had you up on the fiftieth floor?

You fixate on the screen, numbers not flashing by fast enough for your liking.

40.

20.

“Well. There are always ways of overcoming inconveniences such as that.”

It’s an extravagant lobby. Far more luxurious than you could ever have hoped to afford, this building being one of the most exclusive in Yorknew. The person at the front desk calls out and you ignore it. You must look mighty suspicious, not that you care. The priority now is escape. Running out the revolving door, crisp autumn air greets you. You’ve never felt more grateful for the bustling streets of the city. Even at night the city remains awake, making it easier to blend in. No one out here spares you a second glance as you weave in and out of fast paced crowds.

23rd street. That’s where you’ll meet up with your friend, who will then transport you to the subway. Glancing up at the signposts, you realize you’ll be in for some walking. There’s no letting your guard down. Constantly looking over your shoulder, all you see are the faces of strangers. You’ve never felt so grateful to be a part of a crowd.

Finally, after walking for what feels like an eternity, you spot your beacon of hope. A clothing store’s bright neon sign, which your friend sits parked in front of. Since these stores are closed this time of day, the crowd that once surrounded you have thinned out, yet you try not to fixate on the lack of cover. Jay walking across the street doesn’t prove to be an issue. The pollution from the city hides the stars behind a layer of smog, streetlamps your lone source of light.

Heart hammering in your chest, you tap on the window of her car with urgency. “Amelia, it’s me. [First].”

You hear the doors unlock.

Taking it as a sign she heard you, you waste no time swinging into the passenger seat of the car. Amelia immediately turns the keys, car humming to life. Your chest heaves with exhaustion from the draining events. This is it. The second to last step before you reclaim your freedom. It’s almost like a dream, the light at the end of a long tunnel. Amelia’s appearance is just as you recalled it. Hazel eyes, tan skin, long black hair, and an average build. Your heart leaps at the sight of her.

“I’ve been so worried about you,” your friend confesses in a hushed whisper. “[First], what... what happened? You completely fell off the face of the Earth for months. Then you contact me out of nowhere? What’s going on?”

It isn’t easy meeting her eyes, so you don’t. “I... I don’t know if it’s safe to talk about it. The less you know, the better.”

She takes a moment to assess you before sighing. “Alright, I can tell this is serious. Just... I’m glad you’re alright.”

Amelia begins driving without another word. Silence hangs in the air, offering a time to reflect. Your plan, Chrollo, what you’ll do next... it whirls around your head like a vortex. A gut feeling refuses to leave you alone whenever you picture his face. A dreadful thought that this entire escapade was too easy. Is it just your paranoia? It could very well be. Hugging your backpack closer to you for comfort, you’re startled by Amelia suddenly speaking up.

“The subway station, huh,” she reminiscences aloud, eyes flickering from the road to you. “So you’re leaving Yorknew?”

There’s no way to continue dodging her questions. “... Yeah, I am.”

“Where are you going?”

It’s natural she’d have lots of questions. Had the situation been reversed, you’d have plenty of your own. For her wellbeing you don’t want to indulge more than necessary. Lying to someone who is helping you lives a sour taste in your mouth. It’s for her sake, you remind yourself. Having to involve Amelia in this at all was the last thing you wanted to do.

“I’m going to Zaban City. I have some extended family there.”

Amelia hums in confirmation to your story. “Your cousin, right?”

“Right.”

She stops pressing that particular subject, likely sensing your apprehension. You take advantage of the peaceful atmosphere and close your eyes. The sleeping pills from earlier are starting to grow more prominent. Losing consciousness is the last thing you need right now, but indulging in some much needed rest sounds too inviting.

“There was something else I was wondering about.” Amelia starts, earning your attention. Looks like sleep will have to wait for later. You yawn, stretching your weary limbs, and wait for her to continue. She smiles, dark eyelashes fluttering shut in deep thought.

“Oh, sweet [First],” she whispers your name in the gentlest of tones, and looks over at you. “Why are you so selfish?”

You blink, the words not settling in immediately. “What...?”

She continues without missing a beat. “You used to be so envious of me. Always pretending to play nice, because you were too passive to say how you really felt. How you hated me.”

“Amelia? What are you talking about? I... I never hated you, what--”

“Even now you can’t bring yourself to admit the truth,” she sighs. “Not that I’m surprised. You’ve always cared way too much about what people think. Why would now be any different?”

Her unexpected attack on your character has you shifting in your seat. Every word that leaves her lips is in her voice, yet feels so different than her normal character. Did something happen in the time Chrollo took you away? Anxiety rears its ugly head at the line of questioning. You take a sudden interest in your fingers, playing with them on your lap.

“I don’t understand where any of this is coming from.” You admit, eyebrows furrowing together. The shift in atmosphere is tangible. What was once a warm reunion under stressful times has corrupted into a frosty confrontation. These insecurities of hers that laid dormant in your heart... why is she bringing this up now? In your most vulnerable hour? Nothing is making sense. These ugly feelings of yours were only ever confided in one person.

“You knew it’d be a danger to my life to contact me. You knew that, and still you did it all the same. I wonder why that is. Could it be... that you wouldn’t care if I died? If I was tortured for aiding your escape?”

Your heart drops. This knowledge... how can she know any of this? Amelia used the word escape, clear as day. Is that a coincidence? You look over at the car door, seeing it’s locked. Something’s not right here, you deduce. I don’t know what it is exactly, but something is very wrong...!

She continues on. “I really do want to know what your justification for this is. Out of everyone you could’ve picked for help, you specifically chose me, knowing the danger it’d bring. Did you think I’d be spared in some sort of miracle?”

The spare moonlight streaming in illuminates Amelia’s face, highlighting how pale her skin looks. Veins that would normally not have been so prominent have a blue tint, her lips a similar shade. Your eyes drop to the unnaturally large scarf that surrounds her neck. It’s not that cold out yet, why is she wearing something so cumbersome? Reaching out with unsteady hands, you pull the fabric back. Your gut feels like it’s been punched at the sight, eyes widening in horror.

On the back of her neck is an antenna, with bat wings on the end.

Shit! Shit, shit, shit--

In a frenzy, you stretch forward, searching for the button to unlock the car door. The second you find it, it’s pressed, and you unbuckle your seatbelt. You hear her speaking up again. Your heart feels like it’s about to burst from your chest as you jump out the car, grateful it isn’t going too fast. Skin meeting asphalt, you hiss at the pain, rolling onto your side. None of that matters now. How did he do it? He has to be nearby, maybe you can still make it to the station in time. Your head hurts from the impact, legs wobbling like jelly.

It’s difficult to focus. You grit your teeth, utilizing the remnants of your strength to get to your knees. Why did the caffeine have to wear off so soon...? It was going so well. You finally had your chance, your time to take back your life. To go back to how things were. Struggling to get to your feet, you throw your backpack off, praying the lost weight will help you get up.

“You never answered my questions,” calls a deeper voice. You gulp back acidic bile as a hand is extended in front of you. “I was hoping you would.”

Your head hangs down. It’s over. For a transgression such as this, you imagine you’re in for quite the punishment. How funny a thing fate is. Similar to streams of rushing water, there are many twists and turns, leading you down paths you never wanted to go. Fingernails dig into the sensitive flesh of your palms, the pain anchoring your wandering mind to reality. All other parts of your body have lost feeling. Numbness is what you’ve come to know.

The devil incarnate bends over, taking your tearstained face into his fingers, and lifting it to meet his eyes. An abyss of grey stares back at you, devoid of humanity. Taking pleasure in besting you yet again. Disappointment is mixed within an interest to see what you’ll do next. There’s no smile on his face as you’ve come to expect. You see an empty shell of a man glowering down at you, from a place just out of reach.

“I can’t say I’m too pleased about this, [First]. We’ll need to have a long discussion, don’t you think?”

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flowesona · 3 years

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picture perfect - yandere! kihyun x f! reader

a/n: i know i don’t normally post monsta x content on this blog, but i enjoyed writing this fic and wanted to share it here without the feeling of guilt that comes with posting a non-request on the joint blog! please let me know if you like it :>

warning: stalking, abuse and suicidal allusions

The strap of his camera bag weighed on his shoulder, but not nearly as heavily as it did on his conscience. Yet he had no choice but to comply - with the threat of losing his scholarship on the line, he was putty in the hands of his psychotic professor, who’d sent him on the ‘mission’ to stalk his ex-wife.

His musings on the morality of what he was doing were cut short as he heard the front door of the house he was observing open and close. There she was.

Kihyun raised the camera and snapped a few pictures, capturing the flush faced woman as she walked out onto the drive. A young girl was in her arms, swaddled in a warm coat as her mother opened the car and tucked her into a car seat.

She had a child. As if she was dead-set on making Kihyun feel awful. Still, he persisted in taking the photograph from his hiding spot, hoping the camera wasn’t too loud. Luckily, the woman was too occupied with taking care of her daughter to pay attention and soon enough she was climbing into the driver’s side of the car and leaving.

He gazed after her, still rooted to the spot even though his job was done. When he snapped out of his daze he pulled out his phone and texted his boss of sorts, who immediately asked to meet him in the red room for a ‘friendly chat’.

“There wasn’t anyone else there, right?” Junho asked, having snatched the camera out of Kihyun’s hands the second he arrived.

“No sir, just the woman and her child.” Kihyun confirmed, shifting on his feet uncomfortably.

“I’d prefer a clearer angle next time. This feels a bit distant.” His professor commented. “I’ll give your camera back once I have these printed.”

“Wait, n-next time?”

“Yes. You need to do this until we’re back together, understood?” Junho snapped.

“Sir, I can’t do that!” Kihyun protested, only for Junho to approach him in such an intimidating manner that he found himself backing up.

“I guess this scholarship really doesn’t matter to you, then. A shame.” The professor tutted. “And how disappointed your parents will be when they find out the reason you were kicked out of photography school was stalking a poor innocent woman.”

Kihyun felt his heart drop to his stomach as Junho gave him a seemingly friendly pat on the shoulder.

“I’ll see you this afternoon for my lecture, correct?”

The student just nodded numbly.

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The neighbourhood was quiet at night, only the occasional hooting of owls breaking the silence. The blackened streets only lit by a few street lamps provided a cover for Kihyun, dressed in all black with a key clutched between his fingers.

‘She’ll be asleep by 10PM, she has to work late on a thursday so she can never stay up late.’ The words of Junho lingered in his mind as he slipped the key into the keyhole and the front door creaked open. ‘Besides, she never remembers to lock the door. That’s always my responsibility.’

The first thing he noticed was that the house clearly needed an extra pair of hands. There were cobwebs in the corners, and the floor was littered with unorganised toys and shoes.

But that wasn’t his purpose. He was there with a mission: a sick, illegal one at that, but something he had to do nonetheless to preserve his chances of success in the future. He found his target quickly and quietly, pushing open the bedroom door cautiously to see the sleeping woman.

Kihyun could almost understand how Junho was so obsessed with her. She looked simply ethereal splayed out, fast asleep.

He raised his camera up and snapped a picture of her from the doorway, before advancing into the room. Every step closer only made his heart race more, from dread of what could happen if he was caught but also the minor crush he was developing on the older woman.

It was just as he was getting a close up that there was a small knock at the door, just barely audible. Then, before Kihyun could even think to hide, it was pushed open to reveal a small figure silhouetted by the light from the hallway that had inexplicably turned on.

“Mommy?”

The woman in question groaned, creeping open her eyes. The figure dressed in all black standing over her was unmissable. She let out a shrill shriek, falling out of the bed and scrambling to the doorway to grab her daughter.

“Who the hell are you?” She screamed. “Get out of my house!”

“I-I-I…” Kihyun struggled to come up with an answer, his brain clouded. He’d planned an answer beforehand in case this happened - he’d simply gaslight her into thinking it was a dream - but at that moment his mind was fuzzy.

“Get out, before I call the police!” The woman screamed again.

“Please… you have to understand…” He stuttered. “Can I just explain?”

“What could you possibly have to explain?” She snarled back, holding her daughter closer to her chest.

“I’m not here of my own accord. Please, don’t call the police and I’ll explain everything. I swear on my life I would never hurt either of you.”

There was a moment of silence.

“Get talking.”

Kihyun gulped, before taking a breath in and explaining it all.

“Your ex-husband is my photography professor. He’s blackmailing me to essentially stalk you, to take photos of you for his “collection”. If I don’t do it, he says I’m going to lose my scholarship, and I can’t just let that happen. I’m really sorry for all the distress I’ve caused, but please don’t ruin my life because of it.”

The woman sighed, but visibly relaxed.

“Almost sounds believable.”

She put her daughter down.

“Go to your room honey. Go back to sleep, okay?”

The young girl nodded and plodded off.

“We should talk.”

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A half empty glass of sherry was nursed between (Y/N)’s fingers, but Kihyun’s remained untouched.

“I’m really sorry. You shouldn’t have to suffer because of my relationship.”

“It’s not your fault. It’s all because of that power-abusing bastard.” Kihyun attempted to comfort her. They’d spent the last half hour giving a brief recounting of their lives, a mellowing experience for the both of them.

“I mean, clearly you’ve got talent, and I would hate to see that go to waste because of me.” (Y/N) sighed, taking another sip of the alcohol to soothe her woes. “I guess you can just continue doing this. He’s just way too smart to break his restraining order and get arrested.”

“Are you sure? I hate invading your privacy, especially now that I know you.” It made Kihyun’s heart ache to even think of being such a creep to the kind-hearted woman.

(Y/N) out and took one of his hands into her own.

“You’re such a sweet guy, Kihyun. Do you have a girlfriend?”

He felt his face heat up, not quite wanting to admit how the only woman who he was remotely interested in was her.

She chuckled seeing his expression.

“Well, you’re always free to get a drink with me. Or we can have something more, if you’re interested.”

“Maybe I’ll take you up on that.”

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Minji loved Kihyun. Whenever he visited after his work for the day was done, she would be waiting by the door with a puzzle she’d picked out for them to do together. (Y/N) would always make them tea as Kihyun entertained her daughter by helping her sort out the puzzle pieces so that they could do the edges. Then they would sit together, the perfect picture of domesticity as Minji talked excitedly about nothing in particular and (Y/N) rested her head on his shoulder and slowly drifted to sleep. He’d leave the dozing (Y/N) and energetic Minji alone as he cooked them supper, often with Minji by his side asking questions about everything he was doing.

There hadn’t been one moment when he’d asked (Y/N) out, or vice versa. Things just fell into place, and there was such a warm feeling Kihyun got as a new part of the family that he almost forgot about his responsibilities. Having to take photos of (Y/N) as if she was a stranger jarred him, when he’d taken to capturing more intimate photos on his phone, saved for the mornings where he didn’t want to get out of bed.

Kihyun knew he was falling for (Y/N), deeply. It was dangerous knowing his scholarship was on the line and one fuck up could ruin his career permenantly.

One day, as Kihyun was helping Minji with her homework as (Y/N) was doing the laundry, the phone rang.

“I’ll get it.” (Y/N) sighed, letting the iron rest as she reached for the landline. “Hello?”

There was a pause as Kihyun paid no mind to it, quietly pointing out where Minji had made a mistake.

“Junho?” Kihyun froze. Surely he wasn’t going to make a move, surely he wasn’t going to win over (Y/N).

“I’m busy actually, so if you could leave me be-”

Minji smacked the arm of the out-of-focus Kihyun.

“Kihyun, what does this word mean?” She whined loudly, giving him her biggest puppy dog eyes to try and draw him back.

It stayed silent as Junho spoke to (Y/N) down the phone.

“No, you must be hearing things. She’s just reading to herself.” (Y/N) stuttered, and it was like someone had poured a bucket of ice down Kihyun’s back.

“Don’t talk to me like that.” She finally snapped back. “Go to hell, and stay away from my family.”

(Y/N) slammed the phone down and let out a huge sigh, her breathing having quickened. Kihyun quickly abandoned the english homework and took the shaking mother into his arms, letting her sob into his chest.

“He knows, he knows. This is a nightmare, he’s going to ruin your career, he’s going to-”

“Shhhh.” Kihyun held her just a bit tighter, feeling the same fear dwelling in his stomach but quashing it so that he could be strong for her.

“I’m so sorry, I should have never initiated anything between us.” (Y/N) continued to cry, but Kihyun shook his head.

“I wouldn’t exchange you for anything, not even my career.” He smiled. “I’ll sort this all out, don’t you worry.”

The young man saw over (Y/N)’s shoulder the crestfallen face of Minji staring at the couple, and he removed one of his hands from his partner’s back to beckon the young girl, who squealed in delight as she attached herself to his legs.

“No one will take this away from us. I swear”

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Processing photos was a relaxing process. Whilst his professor preferred to use digital cameras, Kihyun liked watching the developing film, the quiet that enveloped the room save for the buzz of the LED lights.

His peace was interrupted with the arrival of Junho, who dropped his bag rather loudly on the floor.

“Yoo Kihyun. I trust you’ve been keeping up with your work?” His voice possessed such animosity it made the student shiver.

“I’m sorry sir, I was busy yesterday. I wasn’t able to take any pictures of your wife for you.”

“But you visited her, no?”

Silence spread throughout the darkroom.

“I didn’t. I’m very sorry, I hope you can forgive me.”

Junho let out a deep, irritated sigh.

“That’s a shame. But also, I know you’re lying to me Kihyun, and I want the truth.” He snarled, grabbing the student’s wrist in his iron grip. “Why did I hear my daughter say your name yesterday?”

“You must have misheard her.” Kihyun replied smoothly, his heart racing nonetheless.

“I wasn’t born yesterday.” His superior snapped back, twisting the young man’s wrist until he cried out in pain. “You think you’re so smart, you think you’ve got the world in your hands. But just you wait. First, I’m making sure you lose your scholarship for severe misconduct. Then, I’ll phone all the contacts I have and make sure you can never get into another school like this, no matter where you go, Finally, I’m going to make sure (Y/N) doesn’t even remember your name, so that you have nothing left after your useless escapade.”

“Fuck you.” The student hissed, tears brimming in his eyes. He couldn’t let this happen, let himself lose everything he worked for and (Y/N). He finally snatched his wrist away. “I’ll kill you before anything of that happens, you rotten bastard.”

“What will that achieve? You’ll still lose your career, your life, and (Y/N) and Minji will hate you for the rest of their lives.”

No, that wasn’t true. Kihyun had been woken up too many times by (Y/N) crying out in her sleep, wrecked with the emotional damage Junho had done to her. He’d always go and make her a cup of camomile tea, and rub her back when she cried to him about how she wished that she’d never met Junho. She’d be much better off if he was dead.

His swiss army knife was in his pocket. Maybe he could end all their troubles here.

“Now get out of my site, rat. No point doing any more work when you’re going to be kicked out by the end of the day, right?” Junho’s triumphant smirk only served to piss off Kihyun even more.

He found the knife in his pocket, flicking the blade out and letting it rest in his hand.

It was when Junho gave him a shove towards the door that he snapped and pulled it out, brandishing it in front of his face.

“Nice tool you have there, little rat. What are you going to do with it? You haven’t got the guts.” It was to Junho's surprise that he found himself pinned down to the floor, Kihyun’s weight on his chest keeping him from moving as the blade was dragged up his wrists. One of the student’s hands was clasped over the professor’s mouth to keep him from screaming out as he finished his work. The light was leaving the villain’s eyes, and it was sickeningly satisfying to see as Kihyun cleaned off the knife before leaving it in the dying man’s hands. Even if his victim tossed the blade away, it would still have the prints and Kihyun would be cleared nonetheless. He cleaned off his hands, shrugged on his jacket and left the bastard in a pool of his own blood.

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It was just after three o’clock, with Kihyun having spent the afternoon in the library studying his theory textbooks, that he got a text from (Y/N).

‘Can you pick up Minji from school as soon as possible please? I can’t leave the house right, I’ll explain it later.’

His heart thudded. He was more than ready to do it for (Y/N), to be the rock of stability in her life. If she ever needed him, he would be there.

Minji was chipper as always, not questioning why she’d been asked to leave classes early although Kihyun did have some difficulty proving to the receptionist that he had permission to pick her up despite not being her father.

She chattered to Kihyun all throughout the journey home, practically bouncing in the seat even after he gently scolded her for distracting him. He could never be mad at her, she was too cute.

Minji was ready to jump into her mother’s arms the second the front door opened, but the sight of (Y/N)’s reddened eyes as she pulled the two inside before quickly shutting it behind them was enough to concern her.

And as soon as the three were hidden from the eyes of the public, (Y/N) broke down into tears.

“M-m-minji… your daddy…” She choked out. “He’s…”

Kihyun rushed to comfort her, letting her sob into his chest.

“We’ll explain to you later, Minji. Do you want to go to your room and play with your dolls?”

The little girl bit her lip, trusting Kihyun but also concerned about the state of her mother. He gave her a gentle pat on the shoulder with his spare hand, and it was enough to sway her and run off.

“Honey, we need to sit down.” Kihyun muttered, gently leading her over to the armchair. The mother sniffed and detached herself from him, wiping at her eyes.

“It’s Junho. I got a call from the police. They found him dead, and they think he killed himself.” Kihyun couldn’t care less, but seeing the state (Y/N) was in he knew it was best to fake sympathy and coo apologies.

“It’s all my fault, I told him to go to hell, I told him I hate him. It’s all my fault, I killed him!” She wasn’t exactly wrong, she had been the cause of his death, but Kihyun didn’t want that weight on her shoulders.

“No, it’s not. You’re not to blame for whatever he did.” He whispered.

“I shouldn't have ever fought him. If I’d been a bit more tolerant, he w-w-wouldn’t be dead!” A new wave of tears dripped down (Y/N)’s cheeks.

“Don’t blame yourself, you did the right thing.” Kihyun repeated, like a mantra. (Y/N) just shook her head at the response.

“Please, Kihyun. I love you, but this should have never happened.” There was a pit in Kihyun’s stomach as the love of his life spoke. “I think… I think we need some time apart. This doesn’t feel right.”

No. This couldn’t be happening.

Surely Junho hadn’t been right. Surely (Y/N) didn’t hate him?

“We’re meant to be together, (Y/N). I’m here for you, no matter what. I’d do anything for your love.” He clasped her hands in his.

“I know. I just can’t do this, the guilt would eat me alive.” She continued, her eyes still watery. “What would I look like, Minji’s father dying and me staying with my new man without a care in the world?!”

“He was a rotten bastard!” Kihyun raised his voice, standing up. “Why should you care if he’s dead? He hurt you, he deserved everything he got!”

(Y/N) was stunned.

“How could you be so heartless? I never wanted him dead!” She snapped.

“And what if I did?” Kihyun replied heatedly. “He had it coming!”

There was silence, although Kihyun’s blood was boiling so hot he was surprised there wasn’t steam coming out of his ears.

“Dear lord, Kihyun. What did you do?” (Y/N)’s voice was barely a whisper, but he heard her loud and clear.

“Nothing he didn’t deserve.” Kihyun said simply.

“Get out of my house right now.”

He didn’t move.

“I’m calling the police.”

Her empty threats meant nothing to the lovesick man.

“I’d do anything for you.” He affirmed. “Don’t test that.”

(Y/N) was shaking. She was out of the grasp of one obsessed man, only to fall into the arms of one much worse.

He sat down next to her again, taking her hands into his own.

“No one could ever take me away from you. I swear.”

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127-mile · 3 years

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Love as poisonous as flowers.

Pairing: Vigilante Renjun x villain reader.

Genre: Vigilante!au, superhero!au, flower shop, strangers to lovers | Fluff, angst.

Warnings: Blood, injuries, fighting scene, strong language, manipulation.

Plot: Renjun became a vigilante when he got tired of obeying the laws of heroes, he also began to seek the approval of villains when being good and helpful became too much.

Word count: +7k.

A/N: This is part of the Neo hero academia collab hosted by @badwithten.

Tag list: @peachjaem00 | @colpen

"Poor vigilante, what did they do to you?"

Renjun looks up, but his vision is blurry, so much that he sees nothing but a misshapen shadow before his eyes. His whole body is in pain, and he cries loudly when he fees a hand resting on his shoulder and when the hand sticks to his torn shirt from the blood flowing from the gaping wound.

"What is happening?" he hears another voice, and it brings chill down his spine. The voice is low, and threatening but laced with something a tad addicting in a way he could never explain. "Flower boy is bleeding out on the pavement." you answer and if the way you move is anything to go by, you are crouching down in front of him. "What should we do with him?"

He hears the stranger hum. "We need him, so I guess we are going to do our deed of the day by helping him." you agree and you put your hand right on the wound and a sob hitches in Renjun's throat but the pain slowly fades until it becomes nothing but a throbbing in his arm. "What have you done?" he whispers, voice rough and gurgling by the amount of blood in his mouth.

"I just saved your life flower boy, so try to remember that the next time we meet, alright?" he would love to say that yes, he will remember you, but he has no idea what you look like. "Oh, oh, easy flower boy." you say when he tries to stand up, but he sits back down when his head starts to spin and bile rises in his throat. "If you want to go home, you will have to wait a little longer."

"Who are you?" he asks in a small voice, and you chuckle softly. Even if he doesn't know what you look life, he knows he will be able to remember you by the way you laugh. "I am your sweetest nightmare, flower boy." you lean down and kiss his cheeks with a softness he was not expecting. "You owe me one for saving your life." you whisper close to his ear and he shivers.

When he looks up, he is alone in the dark alleyway.

Renjun wakes up tired.

He grabs his phone on the bedside table and he notices that it is almost 2 pm, which means he slept for over 11 hours and he is still just as tired as if he had not slept for an entire week. As much as he would like to stay in bed, and make the world forget about his existence, he has to get up, and he has to open the shop, not that he has an higher up ready to kick him out for being late, but he does have a bunch of bills pilling up on the table.

When he stands up, the first thing he notices is that he is still wearing last night's bloody shirt and that from the ripped, he can't see any trace from the wound he suffered from while playing the vigilante in the middle of the nastiest, scariest area in town. He walks to the full body mirror and he takes the shirt off. Nothing. Just dried blood, but no scar, absolutely nothing.

What did you do to him?

When he steps out of the apartment, something feels off. He does not know what it is, but something is different from the other days. But he tries to brush it off as he walks to the shop which is two blocks away from his apartment. He has walked this path every day for the past three years, and never has he felt so unsafe. He tries not to look over his shoulder, because he knows if he starts he will not stop until he is locked in the store.

He opens the door, and he is immediately assaulted by the different scents of flowers but it makes him feel good, it allows him to relax and take a deep breath without the weight on his stomach and the lump in his throat. Here he feels safe. Maybe he should not because he remembers the words you had said to him last night, but he knows nothing will happen in the confine of his flower ship.

Maybe he should not have spoken so fast.

He has barely finished putting down the fresh flowers he received earlier in the morning, when the door to the store opens with the soft ringing of the doorbell. "Hello, how can I help you?" he asks in his sweet customer service voice.

"Hello, flower boy," the customer says, and he stops, almost dropping the vase on the ground. "how are you feeling on this fine morning? Not too sore? Not too tired?" he turns on his heels and he is met with a smile he has never seen before, maybe because he couldn't see anything last night, but he does recognize the voice. "I'm fine, I guess." he answers, hesitating.

"That's great." you say as you walk around the store, smelling the flowers and smiling at the colors it brings to the place. "Remember when I said you owed me one?" he nods, walking back behind the counter, nervously playing with the hem of his hoodie. "I know, I should have waited a little longer to come ask for a favor, but unfortunately, we do need your help right now."

"We?" he tilts his head to the side, and you join him to the counter. "My friend, you met him yesterday. If it was not for him, I would have let you bleed out on the street, but he is nicer than I am." oh, this brings an unpleasant chill down his back and he tries to remain stoic, but with you so close and smelling as good as the flowers, it is quite difficult.

"What do you want from me?" he asks in a small voice, and you coo. You almost reach to pinch his cheek, but you refrain yourself, but can anyone blame you? He is absolutely adorable with his doe eyes shining with fear and something else. Adoration? Excitation? Who knows. "Do you happen to have a paper and a pen?" you ask as weird as it sounds when he was expecting some sort of explanation or death threat, but he gives you what you asked for.

You write down an address and you give him the paper. "Come here tonight at midnight. Knock four times on the door, stop for three seconds, and knock two more times so we know it's you." he looks at the address and he did not even know this place existed, but by the look of it, it is some sort of underground apartment. "Why would I do that? I don't know you, I don't know your friend!"

"Oh, my sweet, sweet vigilante. You do not have the choice, if you do not come tonight, we will find you, and we will make sure you bleed out in your store like you were supposed to last night." you explain in a voice that is way too soft for a death threat. "And don't try to have someone follow you, we'll know even before you step inside of the place, and the police will find two dead bodies instead of one."

You lean over the counter, and much like you did the day before, you kiss his cheek. "You don't want to know what would happen to the people you love and care so much about, and to this store if you do not come tonight." you wink at him, and with that, you are gone as quickly as you stepped inside of the store.

Renjun is once again left alone, but this time he is not hurt, just shaken up. But in a good way, if that's even a thing. He feels the adrenaline slowly slipping through his body and as scared as he is, he looks forward to the night. To know more about what they want from him. And especially, to know more about you.

He almost wants to close the store early, and to get ready for the little rendez-vous, but he doesn't know what he should get ready for. Maybe this is just a trap, and he will end up dead no matter if he shows up or not, but he has to know.

Curiosity killed the cat, that's what they say, but he is ready.

It is a quarter past midnight when Renjun arrives in front of the address on the piece of paper and he is out of breath. He was so sure he knew the place, but he was wrong, and he had to ask some weird person for directions, a person who he is sure would have beaten up if he was in his vigilante costume. But tonight, he is just Renjun, the flower boy whose stress is playing on his quirk.

He finds himself stupid in front of the door, because he forgot how to knock. He shifts from one leg to the other and he wonders why he decided to let his curiosity attract him here since he is clearly not capable of respecting the two simple rules that were given to him. "Fuck it." he whispers, and he knocks on the door. Three times.

Nothing happens for several minutes, so he gives up and turns on his heels. But when he gets ready to leave, the door creaks and he hears a small giggle. The giggle. "So, flower boy, are you not able to abide by the rules give to you? It's a shame, because we've placed a lot of hope on you." he faces you, and he tilts his head to the side. He looks genuinely sorry, but you can't accept it until he opens his mouth. "I got lost on the way, and I forgot how I was supposed to knock, I am really sorry."

"You got lost? It is a shame, especially coming from a vigilante, but you are young, so I think we can make an exception, but only for today, okay?" he nods, but stops, frowning. "What do you mean, only for today? I thought I was only supposed to do you one favor!" you laugh softly. "Saving your life is going to cost you a lot more than just one little encounter, flower boy. Saving you life has cost me a lot, you have to pay me back."

"It was not the deal!" he exclaims, and you let out a long sigh. "You don't have to honor the deal, if you do not want to, but you know what is going to happen to you and your friends if you don't. The decision is yours to make." you rest your shoulder against the doorframe, and observe Renjun who seems to be weighting the pros and cons. Finally, he nods. "Very well."

"Perfect, follow me." you open the door to let him in, and he closes it behind him. The hallway is long and barely lit, so he has no idea where he is heading, he just follows the sound of your footsteps. Eventually, they come to another door, and when you open it, he has to squint his eyes to let his vision get used to the brightness of the room. "Guys, he is here."

When he looks around, he notices that several people are present, either sitting on the leather sofa, or standing by the window. "Let me introduce you. This is Johnny, Taeyong, Ten, Kun and Doyoung." Renjun observes each man, nodding although he doubts he will remember their names. "So what is your name?" he asks in a small voice, and your mouth opens in a small "o". "Oh yeah, I never introduced myself, I'm Y/n."

"Are those your real names?" he asks and you laugh softly. "Who knows? Maybe we trust you enough to tell you who we really are, or maybe we are just waiting to see how you obey to tell you the truth." you answer and he rolls his eyes, not the answer he expected. "Sit down, we'll explain everything to you."

He sits on a couch, and two of the men sit on either side of him, and he feels a lot less confident. You sit down across from him, crossing your legs. "It's not for nothing that we saved your life yesterday. If you were not helpful to us, we would have left you to die in the alley." you start, and he feels something unpleasant doing up in his stomach. "A little birdie told us you were growing some special flowers in the back of your store."

His eyes open wide when he realizes what you just said. "What? Who told you that?" only one person knows about his special plantation, and there is no way that person has told them anything. You are bluffing, he thinks. "Before I answer you, I have a slightly more important question for you. Do you trust all of your friends? Do you think any of them would be able to betray you in return of a little power?"

He shakes his head vigorously. "No! My friends are trustworthy, and they would never do anything to disobey the law!" you sink deeper into your chair, your hands resting on your thighs. "It's funny to hear that, especially from a vigilante who clearly does not obey the laws imposed on superheroes." he bites his lower lip, it's true that it does not make sense.

"Come on, think a little bit, don't you have a friend who is dying to have more power in this world, who always wanted to have a little more?" one of the men asks, and he recognizes his voice, it is that of the man who convinced you to save his life. And if he remembers correctly, it's Johnny. "If you know about what is going on in the back of my store, you already have your answer." he mumbles.

"Yes, but we want to hear you say it. If you do not say it, you will not believe that one of your friends dared to betray you." you immediately add and he lowers his head. His heart hurts, of course, because he confided in thinking his secret would be well kept, but now he has to question everything he had ever said or done with his friends. If one betrayed him, what about the others? "Haechan knew that," he says in a voice so weak that you find it hard to hear him. "he was the only one who knew that."

"Do you want to know something about your friend?" you ask, but you do not really give him a choice. "He was the one who came to see us. We did not know anything about your store, or your little backyard business, but he somehow knew about what we were looking for, so he found a way to mee us." he cannot believe what he is hearing. "You are lying. Why would he betray me? He has nothing to gain from hanging with people like you."

"People like us? What do you mean by that?" Ten asks in a strained voice, and he regrets opening his mouth, you see it in his face, and it is so much fun. Just for that, you want to keep him around a bit longer. When he does not respond, Ten nudges him, hard. "Tell us. Wo do you think we are."

"Villains?" he answers in a small voice and you get up from the armchair, stretching your legs.

"You are not wrong, but you are not right either." you explain, turning around the couch in which he is installed. You put your hands on Renjun's shoulders and bend down so that you can speak directly into his ear. "We have not killed anyone, so technically, we are not villains. At least, not yet. That's where you are going to come in handy."

Before he can start to panic, you keep talking. This time, a little louder so everyone can hear what you are saying. "Your flowers are special, Renjun, because they are extremely rare. It has been years since no one has managed to grow them, and yet, you have succeeded. Your flowers can be used to do so many things. Good things, like saving the lives of sick people. And bad things."

Renjun already knows all of this, he has spent years researching which flowers can be used, and although he knows you are going to explain more about why he is here, he already has an idea of what you are going to say, but he lets you talk, he doesn't want to upset you.

"You see Renjun, we think the heroes take, and don't give anything in return. Yes, they keep our streets secure, and our stores away from break-ins, but they do not do it because they want to help their neighbors anymore, but because they know that the money that will be given to them will be enough for them to have a good life. Heroes are wicked, they are obnoxious, and they act like we should revere them for their service."

"You understand us, right? After all, you were the one who decided that being a vigilante was better than being a hero. You know the laws are stupid, and they are not obeyed because heroes think they have all the rights, and that they are better than that." Renjun remains silent, but in a way, he agrees with you. He never thought he would agree with a villain. A villain not so villain apparently. "We do not want to kill them, it's not our role, but we want to show them what it's like to live without powers."

"We want them to have to live in fear that a hero will not be around the corner to save them in case of trouble. We want them to have to experience what it feels like to be saved by a hero, having to show yourself grateful in front of the cameras to appease their egos. We think vigilantes can do the work like it needs to be done without the reward." Renjun nods and when you turn to face him, you can see so many emotions in his eyes that you can't help but smile. "And you need my plants to do that." he concludes.

"We need some of your flowers, but we also need a few plants that we are sure you can grow." he looks at you and he frowns. "What tells you that I will succeed in growing the plants you need?" you shrug as you straighten up, burrying your hands in the pockets of your jackets. "I don't know why, but I trust you Renjun, and if you've been able to do something that no one has done for years, I'm sure you can do that."

Is it weird that he feels something warm all over his body when you say that? He is not sure, but he puts that feeling aside, for now he has to focus on you, and your friends. "I can try, but what if I can't? you pout and you meet the gaze of one of the boys. "Well, we'll find someone else to grow what you don't have. But you will always be of use to us."

"And when you have everything you need, will my debt be paid?" you appreciate that he calls it a debt, even though that's not really the word you would have used. "If you do not give us fake flowers, and if you do not try to denounce us, then ues, you will be free to return to your little vigilante life, flower boy."

"I will help you then." you laugh, because he talks as if he had a choice to decline, but you let it slide, for now. "Perfect! I'll come find you with the list of what we need. In the meantime, I forbid you to talk about any of this little meeting." he gets up, nodding, he is not stupid enough to talk about this meeting with the villains. "What about Haechan?" he suddenly asks, and you turn to face him. "Haechan knows what we are up to, well, he knows a bit, as we don't want him to use that information to get something as well. So you do whatever you want with him."

You lead him back to the front door, and when he comes out into the dark, you take his hand to pull him in and once again, kiss his cheek. "See you soon, flower boy." and the door closes in front of his face.

Three weeks go by, and Renjun still hasn't heard from you.

Every day he goes to the store, and every time he expects you to shop up, but no, nothing ever happens, and he comes home almost sad that he has not seen you. Or even one of the men. He craves something he can't explain, something he never knew he needed to live.

Today is a day like any other, Renjun thinks as he pushes the back door open with a thrust, his arms laden with plants. "Hello, flower boy." you say and he jumps, to the point that he drops a plant, but before it breaks on the ground, a vine shoots out of the ground to catch the pot. "Of, that was a very nice catch!" you exclaim with a certain admiration.

"Is that your quirk, or do you have traps in the store in case someone tries to break into your store overnight?" you ask, curious and he puts the pots on the counter, shaking his head. "I can't tell you, or I would have to kill you." he immediately closes his mouth, regretting his words, but when you start to laugh, he huffs with relief.

"I'll be careful not to go inside without you then." you answer and start to walk around the store, the shadow of a smile on your face. "Your shop is really beautiful, you know?" he nods, even though you can't see him. "I worked hard to get there." you hum, you supect that it did not happen overnight. "I thought you would come sooner."

"Oh, flower boy!" you coo, and you turn on your heels to observe him from where you are standing. "Did you miss me? It is absolutely adorable, but don't worry, we are not going to part for a while. You will not have time to miss me, I promise." Renjun smiles thinly, but he doesn't know if he should be happy or not.

"No," he mumbles, but you can see the way his cheeks are turning red, and it's adorable, you hate how weak he makes you by doing nothing but by being himself. "but I could have started growing some of the plants you need if you had come sooner." you tilt your head to thes ide and you shrug. "We needed a few more details before we came."

"But since you seem so eager to start working with us, here is the list of what we need." you put a notebook on the counter, and Renjun takes it t oread the list of flowers and plants. The list is much longer than he had thought, he his eyes widen as he nears the end. "Do you really need all of this? It's huge, and it's going to take me a while!"

"That's why you don't have a deadline to get us all the plants." you explain in a slow voice, and when the door opens, you push yourself aside to let the customer speak with Renjun. You take advantage that he is busy to go through the door he came out of when you arrived, and you are surprised to only see a storeroom, but when you take a step forward, you notice another door.

"Oh flower boy, you are hiding a lot of things." you say when you enter the second room. Lots of plants and flowers are growing, some are examined through a microscope, and tons of books and scientific journals pile up on a desk that looks ready to break. Some flowers smell divine, other smell like death.

A plant seems to be singing on your left side, and the sound if so sweet and beautiful that you have no choice but approach it. The leaves are purple and you had no idea that plants could be so beautiful, and when you move your hand to touch a leaf, a vine wraps around your forearm. "Do not touch it. It will kill you in a matter of seconds."

"Is that a poisonous plant?" you ask, and he answers. "Yes, one of the most poisonous I have." you frown when the vine disappears from around your arm, the contact was not unpleasant. "As poisonous as love." you whisper.

Before Renjun can say anything, you speak again. "Shall we get started?" Renjun is taken aback, he was expecting to be given a few more days to plan everything. "I need some more stuff, for the plants I don't have." you hum, rubbing your arm where the vine was. "Make a list, flowers boy, of everything you need, and we will make sure to give you everything." oh, that's nice, he thinks.

"Some of the plants you need are really interesting, do you reckon I could keep what is left when you are done? I would love to look more into them." Renjun asks and you nod. "If you are still alive by the time we are done, of course, the plan will be yours to study and use." the sentence doesn't settle well with Renjun who suddenly feels extremely cold despite the warmth of the room.

When you leave the flower store, it is with a list in hand, and a lot of work to do before actually getting started.

"Oh my god, Renjun, you look terrible!"

Renjun squirms behind the counter when you cross the store to join him, dropping what you came to give him in the first place, putting your hands on his cheeks. His lower lip is swollen, red and split in half, he has a black eye starting, and a bruise is forming on his jaw. "What happened?" you ask, and your worry makes his heart beat a little faster.

"I had a surprise visit last night when I left the store." you frown. "What do you mean?" it's worrying, you can't say otherwise. "Are you in pain anywhere else?" you ask, tilting your head, and when he points his wrist which has a very ugly dark color, you put your hand on it, and as with his shoulder, the pain subsides, and the bruise becomes almost nonexistent. "A villain I took care of last month found me."

"See, being a vigilante is good on one hand, because you take care of the dirty work, but on the other hand, you take risks when you can't get the villains arrested." you comment, more to yourself than to Renjun, but nonetheless, he nods. He agrees with you, but to be perfectly honest, he would agree with anything you say to him.

"You have to believe that I won't be able to leave you alone anymore." you laugh, and he shrugs. "I think it's safer for me if you are there." oh, plus he is flattering you. "You are adorable flower boy, I hope you know that."

"I guess I am."

The next month insteresting, to say the least.

Renjun is constantly in the back room, trying to grow the requested plants, and taking care of his own flowers. And when he is not tearing his hair out when one of the plants dies before its ripe enough to be used, he is in the store, serving customers. But no matter what he does, he is never alone. No, you are always by his side, making sure no one mes with him. And he gets used to it. He doesn't jump anymore when you appear out of nowhere in his shop in the early morning hours.

Sometimes you even accompany him to his apartment, and you stay until late at night after cooking and chattong for hours about anything and everything. And honestly, the more he spends time with you, the less he can assimilate you to a villain, because you are not. You are kind, attentive, but he knows that if something were to go wrong, you would not be as nice anymore.

He took the time to learn a little more about your healing quirk, and he also showed you the used of his vines. Most fascinating to you was the moment he pulles vines out of his hair, and he knows he will never forget the way you smile at him then. And he certainly will not forget how his heart started pounding in his chest when you smiled.

He knows he shouldn't feel anything for you, but he can't help it.

Unfortunately, he does not know if what he is feeling is love, or just the urge to receive more compliments for what he is doing, and that he is going to help them change the world. You make him feel all type of things.

This morning, when you walk into the store, you look in a good mood, he notices the second his gaze lands on you. And although the customers have been quite rude since he opened, he instantly feels better. "Renjun, I have some good news for you!" you exclaim, and a weight falls on his stomach. He has been dreading this day since he started working with you. Well, with them to be precise.

"We tried the plants extract you brought us last night, and it worked! You did it!" Yes, this is what he really didn't want to hear but he smiles anyway, because yes, he managed to do something he was not sure he could do. It took very long weeks, crying spells and intense frustration, but he succeeded. "Oh, it's cool!"

"You don't look very happy, why is that?" you ask, and you pout. You thught that after having worked so hard he would be happy with the result, but he looks more disappointed than anything else. "I am, I am very glad you did." you sigh. "So why are you looking so sad?" it's going to be embarrassing, he thinks, lowering his head. "I liked it when you were there, even when you dropped the flowers, but now it's over."

You coo loudly and you take a step forward to gently cup his cheeks. "Look at me, flower boy." he hesitates, but he does so after a moment. "What you did for us is incredible, Renjun, and we will be forever grateful for everything. It is not the end except if you want it to be. Do you want it to be the end of this, of us?" he shakes his head with a certain vigor and you chuckle. "Then it won't be the end. Could I kiss you?" it is sudden for Renjun, but he nods nonetheless.

You lean in, and you press your lips against his for a short, but sweet kiss. And Renjun is so busy trying to control his thoughts, and his heart rate, that he does not kiss back at first, but then he does, and you smile. "Would you," you say after breaking the kiss, lips grazing over Renjun's. "would you like to see it being used for the first time on an actual hero?"

"What do you mean being used on an actual hero? How did you know it was working then?" he asks, taking a step back and you heave a long sigh. "We have our ways to test products, flower boy. We couldn't take the risk being caught before we were sure the product was perfect." you answer simply and he frowns. "I don't like that."

"I'm not asking you to like it, Renjun. You agreed to help us, you should have known about the consequences. We had to test the product out, and you are lucky we did not use it on you!" you exclaim, a little more sternly this time. "We could have done it, Renjun, some of the bous asked for you to be used as the guinea pig, but we didn't, because we understood how well you worked, and how easy you obeyed, never disagreeing with anything we asked for. You became one of us."

"One of you?" he asks in a small voice, and you nod. He knows he should feel any kind of pride, but he does, and it feels amazing even though he still has mixed feelings about the use of the products on non-heroes. "Yes, one of us, Renjun. If you do not want to assis to the first official use, you can, that will not change how we feel about you. But if you start doubting us, or to be offended by our way of doing things, then we are going to have a problem."

Renjun hums softly and he finally looks up. He looks more determined this time, and it warmth your heart a little bit. "Alright, I'm in." that simple sentence is enough to make you break into a bright smile, and Renjun can't help but smile too. "We are doing this at night, we'll come fetch you here, alright?" he nods, and as fast as you came, you leave. He is always surprised how easy it is for you to just disappear.

When midnight strikes, Renjun is waiting in front of the store when he catches movements in the corner of his eyes. "Let's go, flower boy!" he jumps when he hears you right behind him. How did you do that, he wonders, he did not hear anything before that. "You okay? You look like you've just seen a ghost." Johnny asks and he shakes his head. "I'm fine, I'm fine."

You take his hand in yours, gently squeezing it before walking away from the store. They are not walking too far, just enough for the store to not be affect by what is about to happen. "So, do you already have a target?" he asks in a small voice, scared that being heard would make him the actual target. "We do, and he is right here." you show him a man, a hero whose flame are surrounding his body.

"Ember?" he asks, dumbounded.

"Yes, he is the worst of all the heroes." Johnny answers before you can, and yes, he kind of agree. "He thinks the streets are his, and will chastise any hero stepping in front of him to save a citizen." Johnny adds. "Stay here with me." you say when he tries to follow the others. "My quirk is not good for fighting, and we wouldn't want anything to happen to you as well, as I can't use my quirk on you a third time."

"Why?" you like to hear so much curiosity in his voice. "Because you would die. Regenerating your cells take a lot of your energy, and it can only be used to many times on someone who is not properly trained." he hums, but before he can answer, he hears loud voices.

Johnny threw himself on Ember, and started to fight him, which cause the hero to fight back. The fight is long, and prety hurtful for both parties, but in the end, they succeed on pulling Ember into an alleyway, away from the citizens's eyes. "Come on." you walk into the alleyway and you smile when you see Ember trying to free himself from the restraints.

"Could you maybe use some of your vines to maintain him to the ground?" you ask sweetly, and Renjun can't say no, he is too weak for that. A few vines appear from the ground, and wrap around his wrists and ankles. "Thank you!" Johnny says when he can finally let go of the hero, but he doesn't stay far away from him, just in case something goes wrong.

From your bag, you take out a syringe filled with green liquid. The result of so many plants and flowers being used. You crouch down next to the hero, where you can have the best access to his neck and you pierce through the skin with the thick and long needle. "What the fuck are you doing?" Ember yells. "Preserving the world from people like you." you answer before injecting the product.

What you were not expecting was from Ember's flames to take on intensity and dangerously lick the skin of your arm and you hiss at the sudden burn. You fall to the ground and put your arm away from his reach. "Fuck! That was not supposed to happen!"

Everyone's eyes are on the hero who they think is stronger than the product, but after a couple of minutes, his flames start to disappear until the alleway he nothing but dark, and smelling like ember. "What have you done to me?" Ember grunts when he can't use his quirk to get rid of his assailants. "I told you, we are preserving the world from people like you."

You brush your fingers against his cheek with a soft smile. "This is for the greater good, isn't that what you always wanted?" then you stand up, and the pain in your arm almost make you fall back, but Renjun is quick to catch you. "Eh, easy. Can you heal yourself?" he asks in a low voice and you nod. "Yes, but later."

You wish you could celebrate this small victory, but you have to heal yourself before it is too late for your cells to regenerate. So you let the boys take care of Ember and Renjun lead you back to the flower shop, and once you are inside, in safety, you drop to the ground. "That's going to hurt." you mumble more to yourself than to Renjun and you put your other hand on the wound, and yes, it does hurt but you bite your lower lip to muffle a scream.

Renjun looks absolutely panicked on the side, unable to do anything to help you. "It's fine, Renjun." you whisper when he starts to pace around the store. "I'm fine." and you are fine, it does not hurt as much anymore, just a small tingle. "Are you sure?" you nod as he helps you back on your feet. "Yes, I promise."

"Thank you for helping us back there." you kiss him softly on the lips, and he smiles. He does not know if his heart ever missed so many beats like this before he met you. But he doubts it, you are the first person to make him feel like that. Like what? He doesn't know.

Love? Power? He wishes he could answer.

"Would you like to spend the night at my place?" you asl sheepishly and Renjun's cheeks flush furiously. "I would like that." if you came here, and even at his apartment, he never went to your place. Maybe because he already went there, he realizes, when you stop in front of the door where he had to meet you for the very first meeting.

"You live here with the others?" he asks as he follows you through the long hallway and you nod. "Yes, it is easier to keep track of everyone and to make sure we are all safe." this is sweet, he thinks, they are actually a family. A weird one, but still a family.

You stop in the living room, and it looks way more comfortable without all of your friends there, looking at him like he is ready to run away and scream to the world that they are about to stop the heroes from existing in the city.

"I wanted to thank you Renjun, for everything you have done for us. For me." you start, and he cocks his head to the side, burrying his hands in the pockets of his pants. "You did way more than what was expected, so you deserve our eternal gratitude. Mine." he is about to answer but instead, you kiss him, yet again, and it feels like the first time.

He kisses you back, one hand wandering on your waist, and he doesn't hear the door open. He doesn't even notice that someone has stopped behind him, but when a hand lands on his shoulder, and lips that are not yours come up to his ear, he tenses out, and his eyes close when words are spoken without him being able to fully understand them. "Thank you for everything, flower boy, and I'm sorry for that." you say.

When Renjun opens his eyes, he is alone in the shop. He frowns when he notices that the front door is ajar and that the sun is rising. Didn't he close it when he arrived this morning? It's possible, he thinks. Wait, why is he here so early in the morning? Did he spends the night here? He can't remember.

When he looks around, he feels like something is different. Not in the shop, but inside of him. It feels like something is missing, but he doesn't know what.

The answer is simple, but he'll never find it.

You.

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All I Want For Christmas Is You Chapter 4 ~Revelations and Snogs~

Previously in A Christmas Request ...

"Claire?"

"Hmmm?" Her voice was like a breathless whisper, and he wasn't sure if he imagined the yearning look in her eyes. It took all his self-control to keep from kissing her right there and then. Instead, he locked down all his muscles and willed himself to think of animals that start with the letter D. And all his damn brain could summon was the word dragonfly.

"May I ask ye a favour?"

"I don't kiss on the first date," she said too quickly, but her words contradicted her manner as she stared at his lips.

"That wasn't what I was gonnae ask ye."

"Oh!" Her eyes flew to his, and she blushed profusely. "Oh, well, that depends on the favour then."

He swallowed hard and leaned forward, taking her hands in his. "Will ye spend the rest of yer holiday with me?" He cleared his throat. "What I'm trying to ask of ye is, will ye stay here until the Three Kings ...until it's time for ye to go back to London?"

She blinked thrice.

"Alright."

"Alright?" A lungful of air whooshed out of him.

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Alrighty Beauchamp, what have you just done?

Grabbed life by the balls? Isn't that the mantra?

Nope!

What do you mean nope?

Those are not your words. Not our words.

Yes, they are. You know, live in the moment and la-di-dah!?

Nope, definitely not.

Whose are they then?

Annalise's.

Ah, well ...

Claire mentally shrugged.

"Sassenach?"

She snapped out of her tunnel vision, then looked at the big hands still holding hers. She was still trying to wrap her head around the idea of agreeing to spend the rest of her holiday with a total stranger. Who are you and what have you done with the ol' Beauchamp? "I'm sorry. I was thinking of Annalise. This is our holiday together, you see. I just agreed to spend the rest of my holiday here without consulting her." She shook her head and laughed despite the conflicting thoughts floating around her head. "I'm quite sure she'll be fine with it. She's the one who's always pushing me to be more spontaneous."

He squeezed her hands. "I'm flattered to be the reason for your spontaneity."

Her face heated. "I've never done this before ...just so you know."

He tried to catch her eye, and when she returned his gaze, he gave her a lop-sided smile. "Neither have I."

Oh, he's so good. Claire blew out a breath and stilled her heart. "That's comforting to know," she said, trying not to look too flustered. Knowing so little about him, she knew she should be wary, but for some reason, she felt safe. Everything about him was brand-new and familiar at the same time. It's as if there had been a melody playing in her head for her entire life, and he'd finally given it words.

"And Analise is welcome to stay too," Jamie quickly reassured her. "Ye said ye're booked at the Airbnb until Boxing day, but I dinnae think there'll be any guarantee ye'll be able to extend yer stay there with it being high season and all. But we have a family cottage that we rent out for the long term, and it was recently vacated. With all the Christmas fuss and work during the past few weeks, we never got around to letting it. Ye and Annalise are welcome to stay there for the rest of yer holiday." And then he grinned. "I'm quite certain my brother would be thrilled with the idea of yer friend staying too."

Claire laughed. "You're probably right. They seemed to have hit it off."

"Ye could say the same for us, don't ye agree?" he asked in a low voice.

She stared at him. How could he looked so calm and collected when she hadn't figured out how to articulate what she was feeling? On top of it all, it seemed he'd perfected the art of persuasion with finesse, so much so, she'd immediately jumped at his invitation to stay in Broch Mordha without a second thought, surprising herself. When it came to the dating game, she would have equated over-confidence to smugness which as a rule turned her immensely off. But there's a sincerity to Jamie's flirting that she found all too endearing and very charming.

She searched his face. Ready or not, she was curious to explore the unfamiliar emotions this beautiful man was drawing out of her. In her history of dating, no man had ever moved her to make her take the leap of faith. Deep down, something always seemed to be missing, and she'd simply put it down to her inability to know what she wanted. To say her hope of finding herself in a romantic relationship had taken a hit would be an understatement.

When her last date had ended in a blaze of abject embarrassment after she was accused of being a cock-tease, she'd decided she was done with men, at least for the foreseeable future. She had a concrete five-year plan, and getting involved with someone when her heart wasn't a hundred per cent into it, wasn't one of them. Annalise continued to hassle her to dive back in into the dating pool head first, but she'd been content to wade in the shallow end. It may have been frustrating to never take the plunge, but at least, there was a nil chance of her drowning in a sea of mistake. But now?

"Baby steps," she whispered.

"Sorry ...I didn't quite catch that."

She pulled her hands from his hold and drank the rest of her already cold Dutch coffee. When she finally placed the mug down, she looked up and smiled at him. "That rental cottage you were talking about, can I at least give you some money for it?"

He shook his head. "No way. In case ye've forgotten, I invited ye to stay."

"But you've been paying for everything all evening. Hardly seems fair."

"Spending my hard-earned quid for the pleasure of a gorgeous lass' company? Every penny spent is worth it if ye ask me."

When he talked like that, she knew her blush wasn't going to fade anytime soon. "Annalise will disapprove, and I'm pretty sure she will want to have her say in the matter."

"And so will Willie."

"Are you always this stubborn?" she countered.

"Only if I want something badly."

They have a stare-off for a few heartbeats before Jamie tore his gaze away and cleared his throat.

He glanced down at his watch. "So, the last horse carriage ride around the village is in about twenty minutes. We should probably get going."

"Horse carriage ride?"

"Aye. Part of the Christmas night tour." He got up from his seat and gallantly offered her his arm. "Shall we?"

It's so old-fashioned and chivalrous, she laughed out loud. "Well, I guess we shall." As soon as she linked her hand into the crook of his elbow, he sucked in a quick breath. "Are you alright?"

He looked down at her hand on his arm and smiled. "Aye. I'm just concerned I might have trouble adhering to yer nae-kiss-on-first-date rule."

They headed out of the cafe and into the frosty air, and she was acutely aware of the low voltage electricity buzzing around them. "Would it help if I put my retainers on? I have them in my bag. I usually put them on at night."

"No, not really. I just have to remind myself of the promise I made to Annalise before we left the pub earlier."

"What promise was that?"

"I promised her I'd behave otherwise ..."

"Otherwise?"

"I have to face the consequences."

She laughed. She knew Annalise's threat so well and by heart as the same lines had been often used to warn her dates in the past. "Well, let me see ...did she say if you misbehave she's going to show you the end of the world up close. And she's going to let you see the kingdom come with your own eyes by sending you straight to the southern hemisphere and letting the ashes of death rain all over you."

He grinned at her. "Something like that. How she's going to achieve that, I have nae idea."

"Never mind how. If you keep on focusing on Annalise's threat, that should be deterrent enough."

He gave her a sceptical shrug. "If ye say so." And then he looked down at her and winked. "But then again, ye're worth tempting fate for."

..........

Claire found herself being hoisted into a festively decorated horse-drawn carriage with twinkling garlands, gold & white berries. To her amusement, even the shire horses were wearing faux antlers. As she sat down, she felt their buggy dipped low as Jamie followed and settled next to her, putting the gift bags on the floor and pulling the woollen blanket over them. As their transport rumbled and creaked into motion, he put an arm behind her, resting it the edge of their seat's backrest, leaving her no alternative but to lean against the curve of his body. His closeness and the motion of their carriage added another layer of tension to her already overworked adrenal glands.

"Comfy?" he whispered, leaning into her, his warm breath on her ear.

"Uh-huh," she managed, licking her lips that had gone suddenly dry. It was a challenging feat to ignore Jamie's presence when his sheer size encroached her space, his thigh brushing against hers and the motion of the ride, sinking her deeper under his arm.

She forced herself to focus on the sounds of the hooves and bells, and admire the trees wrapped in lights, wreaths adorning almost every window, and Santas or nutcrackers standing guard outside front doors. For once, Jamie didn't speak, and she allowed herself to relax, revelling the clean, crisp air of the Highlands. Although Broch Mordha was nothing like London, quieter and had a slower pace of life, the atmosphere in the village was electric. It was almost magical, more natural and everything seemed to make more sense, instead of the rat race that occurred daily and nightly in the big city.

Every year, at around Christmas time, she came back to the Highlands in search of some peace, and every time she returned to London, she always felt like a brand new person, invigorated, well-rested and ready to tackle the New Year. But there was something different about her visit in Broch Mordha compared to the other places she'd been to in the Highlands, and she had a feeling deep in her guts, she'd have trouble leaving this place once her holiday was over.

"Ye dinnae look tired at all, Sassenach. Ye're used to staying up late?"

She glanced up at Jamie and smiled. "I sleep very little. I don't know, maybe I have insomnia."

"Really? Perhaps it's just a consequence of living in the city. I mean it's loud there, and I presume ye live in a flat where ye can hear the comings and goings of yer neighbours."

She sighed. "Yes, there's that. The flat Annalise and I live in is not really the most tranquil setting. It doesn't help that I am an overthinker."

"What do ye think mostly about when ye cannae sleep?"

"Mostly about work," she shrugged, glancing at the lights overhead that were hung above the streets. "Don't get me wrong. I'm happy, and I'm grateful for the good life I have. It's just that sometimes I think about the day when I would stop searching for ..."

Jamie waited for her to finish her sentence, but she couldn't find the words. "For what?" he finally asked, his hand squeezing her shoulder, urging her on.

"More," she replied candidly, surprising herself with the unguarded utterance that came from her very soul, ragged with honesty and desire for something she didn't have a name for. Yet. Suddenly, the empty place inside her reared up, seeking company. "How about you? What do you think most of at night?" She paused, trying to tamp down the sudden curiosity that flared up, but it was out before she could stop herself. "A certain lass perchance?"

To her astonishment, she felt him tensed beside her, and after a few seconds, he let out a sigh. "I have nightmares," he confided.

Her head jerked up, and she twisted in her seat to look into his eyes. He was probably waiting for her to ask a torrent of questions, but she remained silent, allowing him to set the pace of their conversation. She nodded her head to continue.

"I used to be with the SAS. It's a special force unit for the British army. The unit I was in was responsible for a number of roles including covert reconnaissance, counter-terrorism, direct action, and hostage rescue. My best friend, Simon MacKimmie, was captured while spying behind the enemies' lines. He was a valuable informant for both sides, and my team were under direct orders to get him out of there alive and as swiftly as possible." She watched as his throat worked as if he saw the scene replaying in his mind. "We found him quickly enough and thought we were out of the woods. But the enemy fire broke out just as we were about to board the helicopter. Simon and I were hit, but my wound was superficial, whereas my friend's injury was fatal. I promised him everything would be alright and would make sure he stayed alive for his family. Before he slipped away, he made me promise to take care of his wife, Laoghaire, if he didn't make it. She was pregnant at the time. I didn't hesitate and made a vow to keep that promise."

"Oh, Jamie ..."

He pressed his lips into a determined line. "Months later, I was discharged from the army after I was diagnosed with PTSD. I resigned myself to a quiet life as the flashbacks from the horrors of the war and friend's death worsened. Laoghaire and I became close, as we talked a lot about Simon and I helped her with the things she needed. That was when I found my purpose in life again, and even though I wasn't in love with her, I loved her like I loved Simon so I asked her to marry me so that I could take care of their child. It was a sacrifice, aye, but it was a small price to pay, considering I get to live, and my mate will never get to see his unborn child. So we planned to marry after the child was born. So while we were waiting for the big day, I bought a house for us, and my brother helped me restore it."

"But Laoghaire didnae want to live here. She wanted us to move to Liverpool because she couldnae stand the quiet and the remoteness even though she was born and bred here. I told her we would talk about it after the baby was born. But I was worried that living in the city would make my PTSD worse. Meanwhile, rumours were going around that Laoghaire has been seeing another man when Simon was still alive and that she would often disappear to Liverpool weeks at a time. I ignored it as I didnae care for idle gossips and dismissed it as such. Ye see, she lived and worked in Liverpool before she married Simon; hence, I thought, that was where the rumours had stemmed from. She's a very ambitious lass and has this dream of making it big one day. Anyway, to cut a long story short, I later found out from a reliable source that not only had she cheated on Simon, but she cheated on me while were engaged. I began to wonder if the child she was carrying was even Simon's. While I was building her a house and funding her trips to Liverpool, she was seeing the same man she'd been meeting up with when Simon was still alive. When I confronted her, she admitted to it. So the wedding was cancelled, and she went to Liverpool to give birth to her child and to be with the other man ."

He shook his head at the memory. "She reminded me of someone I used to pursue. She'd rather be with a man wearing a five grand suit than be with a labourer like me. I guess it's the lure of the city. Sometimes I feel like I failed Simon and his family. I made him all sorts of promises that I couldnae keep and the memory of the glimmer of hope he had in his eyes turning to death, keep recurring in my dreams."

Claire knew the last things Jamie needed were apologies and pities. He seemed like a proud man who didn't shy away from responsibilities and was unapologetically himself. "I guess we both have demons that keep us up at night," she finally said.

Jamie shrugged and waved his hand. "Dinnae fash. I didnae take ye out so ye could watch me wallow. I've done enough of that myself."

She took a deep breath. "I'm not going to pretend I wholly understand everything you've been through, but one thing I know is that you being part of the SAS means you were trained with the elite. You were drilled to save lives, and with that comes, precision and no room for error. So when something goes wrong, and someone dies during your watch, it becomes your fault."

He looked at her as furrows deepened on his brows.

She placed a hand over his. "You tried to absolve your guilt of not being able to save your mate's life by taking care of Laoghaire, who was so undeserving of your kindness and generosity. God or a higher power or the universe, or whatever you wish to call it, is trying to show you something important. You don't get to choose, Jamie. At the end of the day, you can only do your best, but you can't save everyone. No one can. Right now you're learning to live with that, and all you can do now is make sure you get to the other side. You can't take responsibility for everyone's action but yours."

Something lit up in Jamie's eyes. Emboldened by the small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, she grinned at him. "No wonder you won at the caber toss and your team trashed the opponents at shinty today. You have so much pent up emotions dying to come out."

Jamie suddenly laughed out loud and pulled her against him. "I think I need to fire my therapist and hire ye, Sassenach. All this time, we'd circled around the realisation, always walking on eggshells. But ye ...ye just gave it to me straight. I think I'll need ye to stay longer past three kings."

She poked him on the ribs. "Be careful what you wish for!"

..........

A couple of hours and a glass of mulled cider each later, they walked in silence as Jamie guided her down the path that led to the bed and breakfast cottage. As it turned out, he lived three minutes walk away from where she and Annalise were staying.

After spending a whole night out with him, her body was still buzzing with so much energy. She'd never had such a powerful reaction to a man before. Nor enjoyed the company of one as much as she did tonight. She felt like she could uproot all the trees that stood on her path.

"I had a really grand time," he said.

"Me too. Thank you for a wonderful evening."

"And thank ye for the company."

As they neared bed and breakfast cottage, she realised they were exchanging lame small talk, but there's nothing lame about what's passing between them. Either way, she couldn't care less as she'd never laughed so hard in her life.

When they finally reached the small gate, she stopped and turned around to face him. "Well, here we are," she smiled, trying to conceal her reluctance to go.

He hooked the giftbags onto the wooden gate and nodded tensely, the tightness in his jaw quite evident. "Aye. Here we are at Mrs Fitz's place. I ken the ol' dear. She used to feed me and my brother jam piece and milk when we were bairns." He took a step forward and cleared his throat. "I ...um ...tonight was really special."

"I think so too. Thank you again for everything."

He ran a hand through his hair and blew out a breath. "I'm no' tired yet, so I'm just going to take a walk some more until I'm ready for bed," he said, jerking a thumb over his shoulder.

"Yes, you do that. Fresh air is good for you. And I ...ah ... I'll talk to Annalise about extending our stay here. Ah well ... that's if she's still awake." She rolled her eyes and let out a nervous laugh. "Or if she's home. So ... I'll see you around?"

"Aye, I'm just down the road if ye need anything."

"Yes. Got it. Down the road. A hop, skip and jump away."

He stared for a few heartbeats, then ran his hand behind his neck and gave her a crooked smile. "I meant it, Sassenach. If ye cannae sleep, ye can drop by anytime. I'm a light sleeper. Apart from personalised packaged-tours, I also specialise in making a mean toddy to help ye sleep. And a wicked mushroom omelette if its breakfast ye want. Oh, aye, I'm good at foot massage as well."

She stifled a giggle threatening to burst as a ball of warmth bloomed in her belly. "I have no doubt you're good at those things. I'll bear what you said in mind if I need anything or if I have trouble sleeping. And if I have a sudden urge for a foot massage, I'll pop by."

He shook his head. "Ye're not just saying that to spare my feelings are ye?"

"No. Of course not. I enjoy your company. So ..." Claire took a deep breath. "...this is it. Good night, Jamie. And thank you again for everything." Oh, dear God, I keep saying thank you! She stood on her tiptoes to give him a peck on his cheek just as he offered his hand. Their sudden awkward movement made her lose her balance, bumping her nose on his jaw. They both took a step back and laughed. This time she held out her hand, and he shook it.

They continued to stand there and shake hands, neither of them letting go, their smile slowly ebbing away as they stared at each other.

Jamie was the first to speak. "Right, this is the part where I watch ye walk away."

"Yes. I'll go now. It's getting late." She smiled as she took a tentative step away from him, but he didn't let go of her hand.

Her bottom hit the wooden post behind her as Jamie took another step forward. His height and breadth blocked out the street light, and in the shadows, his expression looked almost pained. She'd had men looked at her with desire before, but nothing like the way Jamie was doing right now. The way his jaw and muscles tensed and his breathing shallowed, she knew it was taking him a lot of effort to hold himself back. Her eyes travelled down to his throat and watched his Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed.

"Sassenach." His voice cut through the haze, and her eyes flew to his as he leaned down and cupped her face. "Maybe ye could stay for just a wee while more."

Her heart began to thump wildly against her ribs as the air between them charged. "I really should get going," she whispered, the blood roaring through her ears almost deafening. She willed herself to move, but she remained fixed on the spot.

"Or perhaps ye can just stand here for a few minutes more and let me do this."

She stopped breathing and time stood still as he softly brushed his lips across hers. Then he pulled away for a brief second waiting for her to object, and when she didn't, he kissed her again.

Her brain seized, and her eyes automatically closed. She'd never felt lips so soft nor been kissed with such gentleness. She once read an Oscar Wilde quote, and it said, "A kiss may ruin a human life." It had puzzled her then because up until now, she'd always thought, although some kisses were sweet it was nothing more than two people putting their faces together and exchanging spit. But Jamie's kiss? She knew it had ruined her for any future kisses. This was the type of kiss she never even knew existed. It was the kind of kiss that inspired stars to climb into the sky and light up the world.

She waited with bated breaths for more, but nothing happened.

When she opened her eyes, he was staring at her. "I've wanted to kiss ye from the moment I laid my eyes on ye," he whispered and grazed her lips once more. "Ye've nae idea how beautiful ye are."

Oh, sweet Jesus! He'd barely touched her. It was merely a light brushing of their lips and the slightest sensation of his breath on her face. But it was enough to cause the static crackling between them to be ignited, and she was left wanting more.

Before she could reassemble her thoughts and make sense of her emotions, he stepped away from her and tunnelled his fingers through his hair. "May I please have yer phone, Sassenach?"

"Oh! Wot for?"

He smiled at her. "I'm giving ye my number."

She reached into the back pocket of her jeans and handed her phone over. She watched him dial his own number on her screen, and after a few seconds later, his own phone rang.

"There, now I have yers too." He pushed her phone into her back pocket and blew out a breath. "I'll see ye tomorrow?"

"You want to see me again?" she teased, smiling.

"I dinnae even want to leave ye tonight."

She dropped her head down to hide the heat creeping up her face. "I'll see what's Annalise is up to and we'll take it from there. I'll either call you or send a message."

He placed a finger under her chin and tipped her face up. "Ye're not mad I kissed ye? I havenae forgotten yer rules about first dates."

Claire picked up the gift bags, stood on her tiptoes and kissed him on the cheek. And then she smiled. "I'm starting to believe the rules don't apply to you. Good night, Jamie." And with that, she turned around and walked towards the cottage without looking back, knowing full well Jamie was still stood there waiting for her until she'd safely made it to the house.

Once inside, she allowed herself to slide down to the floor and relived the memory of their first kiss. And she sat there for a very long time.

Dear Readers,

Here's a little story about this chapter. I got stuck at the beginning of writing this one. So what did I do? I started writing from the middle, then the conclusion and finished the opening in the end. It's common to get stuck in writing, so I thought I'd share this wee tip with you. So just in case, the latest update lost some of its fluidity, you now know the reason why. 😀

Anyway, thank you for reading and your feedback from the previous chapter. It's something I truly appreciate. I hope you enjoyed this chapter, and I look forward to reading your thoughts. Meanwhile, sending you all best wishes and hope you're taking care of yourselves and your health. x

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— 05. risk it all | jungkook (m.)

jungkook/reader | fluff, smut, angst | hybrid!au

wordcount: 6.3k

contents: virgin kink, dirty talk, knotting, in heat/mating, mating bite, pet names (he calls u his doe), size kink/difference, sensitivity kink, cumflation/cream pie, cum eating (jk eats his own), light cum sharing, light finger sucking, praise kink, cunnilignus, multiple orgasms, alpha!jk, protective!jk, sweet!joon, doctor!namjoon, seokjin cameo, near death experience, recovery, blood (jk punches namjoon), needles, administering of medicine

— synopsis: trapped with no idea what to do, you and jungkook thankfully meet a new friend who offers his help.

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Jungkook squinted against the painful light invading his sight. A masculine scent filled the space; a human man. He froze, however, at the deadly warning growl Jungkook let rip from his chest.

"H-Hey, hey," The man put his free hand up to show he wasn't armed with anything other than the flashlight. Jungkook was still, sitting up straighter in an effort to hide your vulnerable form behind him, away from the prying eyes of the stranger.

The man, mistaking Jungkook's stillness for acceptance, took another step forward. Before Jungkook could think further, he launched himself at the man. Another feral growl tore from his lips as he caught the stranger with a strong punch to his nose. He groaned and the pungent smell of blood hit Jungkook's nose.

"Fuck!" The man cursed, standing up. Jungkook stood as well, noticing the man was slightly taller — an even bigger threat. When the hybrid moved to launch a second attack, the man began to back away. "Okay, okay...I'm leaving!"

Jungkook growled but stopped, sharp eyes following the taller form retreat out of the door. His scent lingered but Jungkook significantly relaxed. While his knuckles were throbbing from possibly breaking the guy's nose, the small whimper that came from you was more important.

Jungkook didn't sleep a wink that night, every little noise from outside and coming from you had him of edge. He laid himself beside you, holding you close to his body surrounding you with his scent to quell the effects of the heat.

It didn't do much but with him beside you, it helped put you to sleep — though restless as it was, not a comfortable sleep.

By the time the sun peeked over the horizon, he was exhausted. Beyond that, however, was his worry for you.

Your condition had only worsened as the hours ticked by. With your body coated in a sheen of sweat, your breathing was heavy and he knew you would dehydrate quickly.

At the rate you were going — you were going to die.

And that thought terrified Jungkook.

He sat beside you, where you curled up on the old mattress that was there. It was no doubt unsanitary but it was better than you being on the wood floor.

The birds had just begun chirping and the sound of life began to bustle outside on the streets when there were three solid knocks on the door. Jungkook stiffened and sat up, once again shielding your curled up body. His lumps felt heavy and his mind sluggish so all he could muster was a growl — a warning for the person intruding.

A familiar scent stung Jungkook’s nose and he easily recognized that it was the man from the night before. The bandage on his nose and bruised eyes were also an indication.

He seemed weary, no doubt afraid he'd get attacked again as he shut the door behind him.

Jungkook kept his sharp gaze on him, watching as the man had his hands raised by his head once again and he crouched lower as he walked forward. Any time Jungkook growled or tensed, he would stop.

You'd almost think he was approaching a feral animal. Which, in that moment is what Jungkook felt like.

"M-My name is Kim Namjoon," The man introduced softly. "I'm a doctor specializing in hybrid care. I just want to help you."

"Why?" Jungkook growled, subconsciously reaching behind him and placing his hand on you.

"I noticed her last night..." Namjoon responded. "Is she hurt? I have some supplies I can check her up with. If you're okay with it?"

"Stop," Jungkoo snapped, making the man freeze immediately. "Don't come any closer."

"Okay, okay I won't," Namjoon promised, moving slowly to not alarm Jungkook as he sat down on the wood floor. It creaked under his weight and he winced.

"Prove it," Jungkook said.

"W-What?" The doctor asked.

"If you're really a doctor, you'll have some proof right?" Jungkook asked, squinting at the man as he nodded.

"I uh I have my ID?" Namjoon responded. "I'm just gonna pull it out of my pocket, okay?"

Jungkook didn't respond, simply watching that man like a hawk as he reached into his pants pocket and worked the leather wallet out. He held it up for Jungkook to see before tossing it forward. It landed on the floor a few inches in front of the bed with a soft thud. Jungkook leaned forward, picking it up and inspecting it. It was a little worn, indicating Namjoon had owned it for a while.

He flipped it open to see an array of cards. There were a few bills of cash inside as well. Jungkook pulled out the ID card, looking it over.

It seemed the man was telling the truth — on his ID was the symbol indicating his position as a hybrid doctor.

"You're not from the warehouse?" Jungkook asked, taking a look at Namjoon's bank cards as well. There was also a administration badge to a hospital — no doubt his place of work.

"Warehouse? What?" Namjoon asked, making Jungkook shake his head. He placed the things back in the wallet and tossed it back to the doctor.

"You can look at her," Jungkook said, moving backwards to resume his position by your side. Instinctively, you moved and huddled closer to him — drawn by his warmth and scent.

"Thank you," Namjoon breathed, pulling his backpack off and moving to sit beside the two of you on the bed. "I have some things in here to help."

Jungkook was silent, watching with rapt attention as Namjoon moved you onto your back. You whined at the shift but remained unconscious otherwise.

Namjoon placed his stethoscope in his ears, moving it around your chest and stomach — listening closely. He moved with practiced ease, Jungkook noted, making good time checking your temperature and pulse. He stopped as he did so, making a soft noise of what Jungkook could only describe as distress.

"What? What is it?" Jungkook asked, panic lacing his voice.

"A lot of things," Namjoon responded.

"Spit it out," Jungkook snarled, making Namjoon sigh.

"Her body isn't equipped to handle the heat," He said, which Jungkook already knew. "The fever is causing her organs to slowly shut down. She needs a hospital right now."

"No hospital," Jungkook growled, hand shooting forward to grab the front of Namjoon's button down shirt.

"If she doesn't get to a hospital she's going to die," Namjoon argued but Jungkook shook his head.

If you went to a hospital, they'd call hybrid control and Jungkook would never see you again. You weren't mated so they had no reason to keep you together. They would take you away.

"Okay, okay," Namjoon sighed, running his hand through his dark hair. "No hospital then."

"Thank you..." Jungkook whispered, relaxing once more as he released Namjoon.

"I can take you to my home," Namjoon offered. "I'm more than capable to examine and care for her at home. I examine friends there from time to time as well."

"I...Not during the daylight," Jungkook whispered, holding your heated body close. "It's not...a good idea."

He didn't want to risk someone seeing them and following them to Namjoon's house. That would not only be bad for them, it would also put the innocent doctor in danger.

Namjoon heaved a big sigh. "Okay, then I'll come back around tonight," Jungkook watched as he reached into his backpack once again and pulled out an array of items. "In the meantime, I brought some water and protein food. If you can get her to eat and drink, that'd be great but don't force it down."

"Thank you," Jungkook whispered placing the items down beside the mattress, watching as Namjoon dug deeper inside the bag.

"Ice packs," He said, pulling two out and handing them to the hybrid. "Bring her body temperature down slowly but as soon as possible. It'll give us more time to slow the organ failure."

"I will, thank you," Jungkook whispered, watching with wide eyes as Namjoon stood up and slung his backpack back on.

"What's your name anyway?" Namjoon asked, pausing by the door.

"...Jungkook," He replied. "And this is ______."

"I'll see you tonight, Jungkook," Namjoon smiled. "Take care of her."

"Of course," Jungkook responded.

Jungkook stole some of the food and water, though he left majority of it for you. He could barely get your eyes to open and he wasn't sure you were completely conscious but he managed to get you to take a few gulps of water — though you wouldn't eat anything.

The fact you got water in your system helped ease his worries and he remained by your side, holding the ice packs to your skin.

You seemed to enjoy the cold packs as your body would relax and lean into them whenever he touched you with them. He wouldn't keep them on you for too long — Namjoon had warned it could cause you to go into shock and that terrified Jungkook.

He couldn't imagine being the cause of your death.

Soon, the sun began setting and Jungkook found himself watching to door.

What if Namjoon never showed up? Your only hope bailing on you? Jungkook didn't know what he would do.

Before long, the moon was hung in the sky and the streets had gone quiet — the area they were in not exactly a bustling hot spot at night.

Jungkook jumped when there were knocks on the door and he sat up, patting your hair when you whined at the loss.

"Jungkook?" Namjoon called, pushing the door open. "It's Namjoon. Are you ready to go?"

"Y-Yeah," Jungkook called back, standing up. Namjoon walked in, gathering the water and food neither Jungkook nor you ate and placing it back in his backpack.

"Do you need me to carry her?" Namjoon asked, no doubt out of courtesy due to Jungkook's obviously frail frame.

"No!" Jungkook snarled when Namjoon moved towards you — not willing to let the stranger touch you.

Namjoon backed off immediately and didn't say anything, just watched at Jungkook mustered his strength and lifted you up. The doctor held the door open for Jungkook, directing him to his car.

Jungkook walked a bit down the street, shielded by the darkness of downed street lights. There was a sleek black car that unlocked as he approached it. He waited for Namjoon to catch up and open the door for the hybrid, who laid you down on the leather backseat. You let out an uncomfortable whine, which Jungkook whispered an apology to you for.

Namjoon closed the back seat once Jungkook got in, resting your head in his lap. He lightly stroked the fur of your ears — fur still soft despite not being properly cleaned in a while.

"We'll be there soon," Namjoon said, voice soft in the confined space as he started the car — glancing in the rear view mirror to watch Jungkook's interactions with you.

"I appreciate this, Namjoon," Jungkook whispered, stroking the skin of your cheek with his thumb.

"It's no problem. It's what I do," Namjoon smiled. "So, are the two of you mates?"

"No," Jungkook whispered. "Not yet, anyway."

"But you've imprinted on her, right?" Namjoon asked, making Jungkook's head snap up.

"How did you—"

"I spent 10 years in medical school learning about hybrids, Jungkook," Namjoon chuckled. "I know about imprinting."

"Right..." Jungkook sighed, looking back down at you.

"Does she know?" Namjoon asked.

"Probably not," Jungkook whispered.

"Maybe when she gets better, you'll be able to tell her," Namjoon asked, glancing in the mirror to see how Jungkook smiled down at you — stroking your hair so gently. It was hard to believe it was the man who had nearly broken his nose. "We're here."

Jungkook looked up to see that they were driving through a large gate. The winding driveway led up to an incredible house.

It was obvious Namjoon was very wealthy.

Namjoon shut the car off and got out, quickly opening the door for Jungkook. He waited patiently as the hybrid gathered you up in his arms and scooted out of the seat. He was mindful not to bump you on anything as even the slightest movement caused you to whine in pain.

Jungkook could only imagine what you felt like. With your organs shutting down, you were no doubt in agony.

"Alright," Namjoon sighed, jogging up to his front door — unlocking it before ushering Jungkook and you inside. "I have an office upstairs we can put her in."

Jungkook fastened his pace, following closely after Namjoon as he jogged up the stairs and into an open doorway. Inside, was a bunch of medical equipment. Jungkook had noticed there were many rooms in the hallway and he briefly wondered if he had any other medical rooms.

"Lay her here," Namjoon ordered, gesturing to a bed.

It was similar to a hospital bed but clearly more comfortable. Jungkook laid you down and sighed, stepped back to look at you as you curled in on yourself with a whimper.

"Wh-What are you doing?" Jungkook asked, watching as Namjoon moved a stool to your bedside.

"I'm going to fit her with an IV for fluids and painkillers," Namjoon explained. "If we can get fluids in her, it'll halt the effects of the organ damage due to the heat. And then we can work on getting her better through medications."

"Why don't you give her medicine now?" Jungkook asked, wincing when Namjoon slid the needle into your arm.

"Because the medicine to counteract a negative heat is too powerful and would just cause more damage," Namjoon replied easily, hooking a bag up on so it would flow into your body. "Don't worry Jungkook. I'll take good care of her."

"I...I know, I just..." Jungkook shifted on his feet.

"You could use some too, you're running on fumes," Namjoon said, gesturing Jungkook over. The hybrid hesitated and Namjoon sighed. "You'll be no good to her when she comes out of it if you're dead on your feet, Jungkook."

"...You're right," Jungkook sighed and walked up to the doctor. He didn't watch as Namjoon fixed him up with his own IV.

"You can lay with her, if you'd like," Namjoon said, watching with a smile when Jungkook eagerly did so. "Get some rest, okay? You need it."

When you opened your eyes, the first thing you noticed was the dim lights overhead. Blinking the fog from your eyes, you swallowed thickly — your throat dry.

"Well hello," A soft voice greeted, making you jump. "It's okay. My name is Namjoon, I'm a doctor."

"A doctor?" You whispered, wincing when it hurt your throat.

"That's right," Namjoon helped you sit up and placed a cup to your lips. "Drink slowly."

You eagerly drank down the cool water, pausing whenever Namjoon told you to slow. Within minutes, the cup was empty and you were able to lay back down. Te water helped make you more alert and you realized there was someone next to you.

"Jungkook was hiding you both out in an abandoned house," Namjoon explained, no doubt sensing your curiosity. "Poor thing was exhausted."

"You took care of him?" You asked softly.

"I did what he let me," Namjoon smiled. "He's stubborn."

"Thank you," You smiled, relaxing against the wolf. "Do you mind if I sleep?"

Namjoon chuckled. "You don't have to ask permission, go ahead. The pain meds are no doubt making you drowsy."

"Pain meds?" You repeated sleepily.

"We'll talk about it later," He whispered, patting your head. "Just rest."

The next time you woke up, you felt a little more alert.

And hungry.

Namjoon laughed when you told him, making you blush.

"No it's a good thing!" He said, offering you a cup of yogurt he pulled from the mini fridge in the room.

Beside you, Jungkook stirred with a groan. Sitting up, he hissed when he accidentally tugged his IV.

"Have a nice sleep, Jungkookie?" You asked softly, holding back a grin when he looked at you with wide eyes.

"______," He whispered, reaching forward. His fingers hovered slightly over you cheek before cupping it and smiling. "You're awake! And eating!"

"I've started giving her small doses of medication," Namjoon explained. "She'll most likely go through this heat sleeping."

"She won't have any...other effects?" Jungkook asked, making you blush and shovel more yogurt in your mouth.

"Most likely not," Namjoon said. "This will be a medically intervened heat so she'll be fine for the most part. Unfortunately, the next heat will probably be pretty powerful and a bit longer than usual. But she should be in good enough health to be okay through it."

"That's good," Jungkook sighed, relaxing into the couch. "Have you got any more of that yogurt?"

"Absolutely," Namjoon smiled. "I'm glad to see you're both eating. It's a good sign. We'll work on getting your weight up."

Within the week, you were feeling much better. You slept quite a bit as Namjoon had predicted but you were eating well and feeling otherwise in good condition.

To say Jungkook was happy was an understatement, the worst was over and you were going to get better. Still, he refused to get too far from you — wanting to be close if you're suddenly in need of him.

Jungkook's own strength came back quicker than yours — after all, his organs hadn't been in the process of shutting down. He took to helping Namjoon care for you, learning how to inject your medicine and also preparing you food according to a diet plan Namjoon chose.

Soon enough, Namjoon declared that the heat had passed.

It wasn't long before you were in good health, living with Namjoon and Jungkook. The house was big enough that you were given your own rooms though everyone knew you would sleep with Jungkook.

Which you did.

It was dinner a few nights later, you had helped Namjoon cook food like he'd been teaching you. The three of you sat down at the table and began to eat while casual conversation drifted between you.

The thing about Namjoon was that he was kind and easy to talk to. He had a quiet, gentle nature that allowed both you and Jungkook to feel at ease around him. He worked hard to gain your trust and the both of you came to deeply respect the doctor.

It wasn't every day a human would go out of his way to rescue a couple hybrids — especially after one attacked him.

"Namjoon..." You said after you finished eating, the three of you sitting together as there was a lull in the conversation. "I know there's a lot you've wanted to ask us. And if it's okay with Jungkook, I think we should talk about it."

"Really?" Namjoon asked, straightening up immediately.

"Yeah, I think it's a good idea," Jungkook said, smiling softly. "We both came from a black market warehouse the night you found us."

"You're kidding..." Namjoon gasped, jaw falling open.

"No," You sighed. "I was given to them in exchange for the safety of the others."

"A couple poachers came in and took every last one of my pack members," Jungkook explained with a sigh. Though the bonds he had with them had faded, it was still painful to remember what he once had. "I was the last one left."

"I had no idea a new band popped up," Namjoon whispered, shaking his head. "Listen, I have a friend — he's a lawyer and works in hybrid rescues. If you can tell us everything you know, we'll do our best to rescue those in captivity and stop those in charge."

"Really?" You asked. "You can do that?"

"Well, they are illegal. And Seokjin is a pretty powerful face in hybrid activism," He explained. "I'll make a call to him."

"I hope Taehyung and Yoongi are okay," You whispered to Jungkook. "Oh!"

"Hm?" Namjoon jumped slightly at your outburst.

"Jimin!" You gasped. "A man who works there, Park Jimin. H-He helped us escape. He won't be punished will he?"

"Well," Namjoon cleared his throat. "I'll see what I can do for him."

The two of you followed Namjoon to his study, where you sat on the couches while he sat behind his desk. You hadn't yet gotten used to all the human technology and the study was a room of fascination for you. Namjoon had taken to collecting book over the last couple months to teach you how to read better. You had a little knowledge but it wasn't near fluent.

He was so patient, taking the time to teach you.

It was really astounding how much of a good man he was. Probably the only human you would ever trust.

You curled up in Jungkook's lap as Namjoon made a phone call.

"Hey Jin, it's Namjoon," He said into the phone, chuckling at something Seokjin said on the other side. "I have some news that might interest you. I'm going to put you on speaker phone."

Namjoon pulled his cell away from his face and pressed something on the screen, before placing it down.

"You remember how I told you I rescued a couple hybrids?" Namjoon asked.

"Yes! Did you adopt them yet? You know you should do it soon," Seokjin rambled over the line, making Jungkook chuckle.

"N-No...I haven't...adopted them," The word sounded foreign rolling off his tongue. "No, they're told me that another warehouse has popped up."

"The Syndicate is back?" Seokjin's voice was suddenly serious. "How long has it been since they escaped?"

"About three months," Namjoon replied, making Seokjin heave a big sigh. "What is it?"

"That's a long time..." He whispered. "There's a chance they've moved after the escape. They'll be scared they would reveal the location."

"A chance? So they could also be there?" Namjoon asked, voice tense.

"It's possible. There's really no telling for sure," Seokjin replied. "They could be cocky and assume they'll be too scared to rat. Or they could assume they died before they could. I'll definitely look into it. Have you got any clue where about the warehouse might be?"

Namjoon rattled off an address — the place where you'd been hiding out the night you escaped.

After they hung up, Namjoon sighed.

"He'll keep me updated," He smiled. "Why don't you guys go get some rest, alright?"

"Are you going to bed?" You asked, sitting up so Jungkook could stand.

Namjoon shook his head, "I've not some work left to do for today."

You rounded his desk and wrapped your arms around his shoulders in a hug, whispering a small thank you to him before bidding him goodnight. Jungkook smiled and waved before leading you out of the room with a hand on your lower back.

Your shared bedroom was rather excluded — in fact it was completely opposite of the house to Namjoon's room.

The second you were behind the closed door, Jungkook had you pressed against the door. His hand held the back of your head, cushioning it as he pressed his lips against yours. You sighed, clinging to the front of his shirt. It certainly wasn't the first kiss you shared within the room, but this one was different.

This heated and passionate, as if Jungkook was pushing all of his love into it. He carefully peeled the hem of your shirt up, pausing before he reached your breasts, hand splayed over the smooth skin of your stomach. Taking the initiative, you helped him pull it off, and he groaned.

"On the bed, baby," He whispered against your lips.

You did as he asked, moving past him to crawl onto the plush king-size mattress. He clamored on after you, pressing kisses along your back until you turned back over. Immediately, he bent down to swoop you into another kiss.

"My cute little doe," He whispered, chuckling darkly when you shivered at the pet name. "Will you let me see you? Hm?"

You bit your lip when his fingers trailed up your stomach to the cup of your bra. He pulled at the elastic of the strap and snapped it against your skin. The sting and noise made you jump but his lips pressing against your chest made you sigh.

Giving little nips to the skin above your bra, sending goosebumps along your skin. Sucking little marks into your skin, he reached beneath you to unhook your bra. You let him pull it off of your body before covering your bare breasts with your arms, feeling shy.

"Let me see you, little one," He cooed, kissing over whatever skin he could.

Slowly, you moved your arms and blushed when he let out a loud groan. Without wasting a second, he enveloped a perked nipple in his hot mouth. His tongue was surprisingly rough as he laved over the bud. You whimpered, clutching the comforter on either side of you as Jungkook tweaked the other nipple with his fingers.

"Such pretty tits," He growled, giving a harsh suck. Relishing in the desperate whimper that escaped your lips, he scraped one of his sharp canines over the bud.

"Kook!" You cried, squirming beneath him desperately.

"Such a beautiful, responsive body," He grinned against your nipple. "You're so perfect."

He swapped to the other bud, having abused it with his fingers for long enough. The feeling of his soft lips encasing it drew another cry from you.

"Jungkookie..." You whimpered, biting your lip when he finally pulled his mouth from your breast with a lewd pop.

You held your breath when his hand suddenly slid down the length of your body and dipped into the band of your shorts. Wiggling, you whimpered as he pressed against your slit through your dampening panties.

His finger brushed against your hardened clit over the fabric, your thighs twitching at the feeling. His breath shuddered against your skin when you suddenly began to grind up into his touch, begging a soft 'more' into the room.

"Fuck," He whispered, finally slipping his hand beneath the band of your panties.

You sobbed at the direct touch of his fingers against your wet cunt. You felt so sensitive, not receiving any pleasure in a very long time making you so.

His fingers quickly became wet with your arousal as he circled your clit, indulging in your whimpers. Slowly, he brought two fingers to your entrance, prodding slightly until you jumped and reached down to grab his wrist.

"O-Only one," You whimpered, making him coo.

He did as you requested, slowly sliding his middle finger into your entrance. Your mouth fell open at the stretch before your eyes rolled back when he touched a spot inside you that sent sparks of pleasure through you.

"You're tight," He whispered, trailing his lips up your neck. "Ever had anything in this little cunt before?"

"N-No," You easily confessed, spreading your legs further as he shallowly fucked his finger into you.

"Fuck," He uttered, prodding your entrance with a second finger. When you didn't try to stop him, he pressed it inside. The feeling of your walls tightly squeezing made his cock throb.

"A-Ah, feel so full..." You whispered, eyes fluttering.

Your words had him fucking the digits into you faster. He aimed for that sweet spot inside you, relishing in the way you eyes rolled back at the pleasure. Positioning his thumb, he began to touch your clit in time to his thrusts.

Before long, your walls began to spasm around him, signaling you were close. Doubling his efforts, he met your lips in a hot kiss.

The way his cock throbbed, no doubt drooling precum into his underwear, was nearly painful. He felt you cum around him, squeezing him tightly as you cried out in pleasure — body dissolving into trembles as you came down.

You whimpered, sensitive, as he pulled the fingers from your clenching cunt. Then, much to your surprise, he popped those fingers into his mouth. Your taste exploded on his tongue and he had to reach down to grip his cock through his sweats to ease the pain of his cock.

"Shit, little one," He whispered, pulling his fingers free. "I have to taste you. Please tell me you'll let me eat your delicious little cunt."

"Yes, please Kook," You sobbed, arching your hips so he could yank your shorts and panties off in one quick motion. Before diving in, he yanked his t-shirt off as well.

You felt so vulnerable and exposed when he laid down between your legs, gaze zeroed in on your soaking folds. Using his thumbs, he spread you open — groaning at the sight of your tight little hole gushing so prettily for him.

In a burst of confidence, you reached forward and laced your fingers in his thick hair. His pointed ears twitched atop his head and you had to ignore the urge to tug them as well.

He sighed at the feeling of your hands on him and leaned forward, dragging the flat of his tongue over your spread pussy — flicking your clit to make you whimper. You were still sensitive and clutched his hair when he sucked your bud into his mouth.

"So sensitive," He whispered, smirking when you whimpered. "Such a good little doe, letting your Alpha play with your sweet cunt."

"Ah..." You sobbed, the dirty talk and pet names he used making you clench pathetically. "Alpha..." You repeated the title he'd given himself, curious.

The reaction was instantaneous as he low growl ripped from his throat. Strong hands gripped the back of your knees and before you knew it, your legs were pinned wide open. Jungkook didn't hesitate in diving in, eating your cunt like he was a man starved. He groaned, vibrations make you legs tremble.

"A-Alpha, please..." You sobbed, yanking at his hair — though he didn't mind. "F-Feels so good!"

"Yeah?" He chuckled, pulling back to gaze down at your exposed pussy. "Gotta make sure you're ready to take my cock, little girl."

"Please...please..." You begged, unsure of what exactly you were begging for.

Jungkook seemed to understand, mouth latching onto your clit and sucking. You keened, gasping for air as it felt like you were breathless. The pleasure he was making you feel was unknown to your inexperienced body and that was exciting to Jungkook.

"Jungkook! W-Want you, please," You begged, craving to be filled by his cock.

He chuckled, swirling around your clit with his tongue. "You gotta cum again before you get my cock, sweet girl."

Your eyes rolled, mindlessly attempting to grind up to get more of his hot mouth on your cunt again. The position didn't allow you to move very far, much to your frustration. Wrapping his arm around your thigh, he pulled the hood of your clit back to attack the bud directly.

The orgasm blindsided you, your back arching as your body trembled beneath him. You gasped out his name as you yanked at his hair, accidentally catching one of his sensitive wolf ears. He growled, a mixture of pain and annoyance but the warning was lost on you as you rode out the high on his sinful tongue.

Finally detaching himself from your addictive pussy, he wiped his mouth and chin with the back of his hand. His lips were swollen and he wore a filthy smirk on his lips.

"Are you ready, sweetheart?" He asked, sliding off the bed to discard his sweats and underwear. His cock was painfully hard as it came free, slapping against his stomach. It was thick and long — flushed almost purple at the tip and dripping precum down the shaft. Wrapping his fist around himself, he used his own precum to aid in the movement. "Are you gonna let your Alpha breed that little virgin cunt?"

"Alpha..." You gasped. Though you weren't a wolf with the same instincts, it still felt natural to call him by that. The way he shivered whenever the title spilled past your lips was enticing, making you want to say it more.

"Shit, so sweet for me," He cooed, pressing his lips against yours as the fat head of his cock slid between your folds. "Relax for me. Let me in."

You clutched onto him as he prodded your entrance. The stretch burned — your body not equipped to take an Alpha wolf's cock. He kissed you through it, caressing your body every time you tensed up — relaxing you and urging you to take him like you were meant to. Because you were his.

"My mate," He growled, making you whimper as you clenched around him. There was a soft swell at the base of his cock — his knot, as he bottomed out. "Such a good girl. Took all of me in that tiny cunt. Stuffed so full...can't wait to knot you, little doe."

You sobbed as he pulled out, pushing back in with a wet slap. You were gushing around him, squirming and trembling as he fucked you open. Stretched beyond what you thought possible, your brain was muddled through the pleasure.

"Jungkookie..." You slurred, eyes rolling as you clutched onto him.

"What is it, little one?" He asked, kissing your lips softly as he slowed his thrusts until he was just softly grinding against you. His pelvic bone ground against your clit, sending you into soft spasms as you clenched around him. "Do you want to cum again?"

"Yes please," You begged, making him laugh. "Please!"

"Such a dirty little doe," He chuckled, resuming his thrusts into your tight hole. "Letting a wolf have your slutty cunt like this."

"Alpha—!" You sobbed, his filthy words sending you closer to the edge.

"Calling me your Alpha," He teased further, reaching between your thighs to find your swollen clit with deft fingers. "About to cum all over my cock and let me knot your little pussy."

Your eyes rolled back in your head as you cried out, squeezing his cock before the pleasure overcame you. He worked you through the high, fingers never slowing on your clit as he continued to fuck you.

His knot swelled, his own high being brought on by the sweet cries and whimpers you let out. With a low groan, he popped his knot into your still-clenching cunt and came. Your eyes flew open at the onslaught of hot cum pouring into you.

Trembling, you were shocked by how much he came — it just kept filling you. Biting his lip he stroked your stomach softly, grinning when you sobbed as he finally stopped coming. He was panting, leaning over you to press a kiss to your lips.

The change in position caused his pelvic bone to graze your sensitive clit and you gasped.

"Alpha..." You whispered, making him growl, nosing at the base of your neck near your shoulder.

"Look at you," He chuckled, voice dark. "My little virgin doe creaming all over her Alpha's knot. Gonna mark you as mine, little one. Make you my mate. Do you want that?"

"Please Alpha," You begged, wrapping your arms around him. "P-Please mark me."

"Good girl," He cooed.

When he opened his mouth and bit down — you exploded immediately. Jungkook groaned, his knot sensitive as you came around it violently. You gushed around his cock, soaking the bed beneath you. Your blood was sweet in his mouth as he broke the skin, pulling his canines out before licking over the wound to seal the punctures.

You were marked as his, and as he pulled back, the sight of his mating bite on your skin caused another orgasm to rip through him. HIs knot throbbed, forcing more cum into your already overstuffed cunt. You whimpered, digging your nails into him until it finally stopped.

"H-How long will we be like this for?" You asked softly, still trembling from the pleasure.

"Not too long," He replied, mouth sealing back over his mating mark.

It made you tremble, wrapping your arms around him as he worshiped the mark with his mouth. It felt sensitive and every time he touched it, it sent tingles down your spine.

Slowly, it felt like his knot was shrinking until he finally popped out of your core with a gush of his cum following.

"Tsk, so wasteful," He grumbled, looking between your legs to see the mess made on the blanket. "We'll have to sleep in your room tonight."

You gasped, stiffening slightly. "H-How are we gonna hide this from Namjoon?"

"Why should we hide it?" Jungkook asked with a chuckle, swiping his fingers up your folds to collect some of his cum before popping the digits in his mouth.

"B-Because..." You stuttered, squirming as you watched him pull the now clean digits from his lips.

"He probably already assumed we're fucking anyway," He chuckled when you kicked your leg out to hit him but missed.

"Don't be vulgar!" You whined.

"You didn't seem to mind vulgar a few minutes ago," He teased, collecting more cum on his fingers and bringing it to your lips. His gaze darkened when you eagerly took them in your mouth to taste his cum. "And you don't seem to mind acting vulgar."

"You're mean," You slurred around the digits.

"If I was mean I wouldn't be about to get up to make us a nice, hot bath," He chuckled, pulling his hand away, making you whine in complaint.

He took your hand and helped you stand up. Your legs wobbled slightly before you made your way to the bathroom door. A soft tug on your tail made you cry out, turning around to glare at him.

"Look at your cute little tail!"

"You're so mean!"

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The Night Fellow

AO3 / Masterlist

Warnings: Body Horror, Monster Virgil(he’s a creepy friend right there), mentions of violence and shooting, descriptions of teeth, please let me know if i should tag anything else

Summary:

The Night Fellow is a creature made of both flesh and metal that lives in the long-abandoned mansion on top of the hill outside of town. At night, the Fellow creeps out of their home to roam through the trees and walk along the overgrown path between the mansion and the town.

Logan has a fascination with this (somewhat) passive creature and decides to go find it.

Or, Logan hunts down the town's local cryptid and shoves his hands in their mouth and the thing kinda decides they like him.

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Upon first glance on a dark trail, one might think the Fellow is a normal person, a tall stranger out for an evening walk. There aren't have managed to get close to the creature as the moment they sense someone nearby, they drop to all fours and disappears into the trees. The few that have snuck up on the fellow describe black eyes with glowing white dots for pupils, shaggy dark hair, their fingers end at their knuckles, and are replaced by long thin mechanical claws. They say the Fellow's teeth are like knives and they can open their jaw wide enough to fit someone's head inside their mouth.

Logan kinda doubts that last bit.

The night fellow is not inherently violent despite his frightening appearance, they flee at the first sight of people and the only record the town has of an actual attack beyond a few shallow scratches is from a man hunting out in the woods who shot at them, said man had been found with terrifying claw wounds and bite marks after being dumped on the edge of town by the creature.

Logan always finds that part interesting. The town as a whole made it a silent rule that as long as you leave the Night Fellow alone, they'll happily leave you alone as well but the creature could have very much left the man they injured to bleed out in the woods but instead, carried the hunter back to town and left him where he could get help.

Logan knew of the teens that were dared to go up the hill and try to enter the mansion, would overhear a group of friends talking about their adventure during the classes he taught. One had told him that the Fellow had crawled along the walls and ceiling like a spider, another said they barely made it a foot in the door before the Fellow charged at them on all fours and slammed the door as the stumbled back outside. One young girl who had been to the mansion multiple times told Logan that the Fellow is much less likely to chase you out if you knock before you enter and stay in the main foyer, she told the teacher about her friend who tried going through the halls only to have the Fellow follow directly behind them until they left.

The more Logan heard about the Night Fellow, the more curious he became. It could be dangerous, from what Logan understands, the Fellow can get a lot more aggressive towards adults who invade their home then the kids the Fellow simply scares off or let's wonder until either bored or unnerved by their presence but that just makes it all the more interesting.

Logan finds himself trudging up the hill at dusk on a weekend. The creature is aware enough to recognize age differences, the Fellow can tell when someone is a threat and is content to either scare them off or flee from them with only one case of actual harm being argued as more self-defense then anything malicious, especially since the fellow recognized that their attacker would die if left intended and took the effort to get him to safety.

So, Logan stands in front of a mansion that's standing in fairly good shape for a building that's been left to the ages for longer then he's been alive through the gate has been long since destroyed. The teacher knocks on the large door and gives it a few moments before carefully pushing the only slightly rotted wood open and steps inside to the foyer, guiding the door to only be open slightly before he turns around to face the room.

After clicking on his flashlight, he looks around the place. The room looks like it hasn't been touched in ages. Dust and grime coat every surface along with layers of cobwebs that cover everything, accented with the smell of mildew in the air. Logan makes a note that he shouldn't stay inside too long, he hadn't thought about what sort of mold may be growing in this old place and thus didn't bring any sort of filter to breathe through. He'll have to remember that for next time but for now, short term exposure wouldn't do any lasting harm and he came all the way out here for a reason and he'll be damned if he doesn't catch at least a glance of the Night Fellow.

The sun outside is quickly setting, the dirty windows barely probably would barely let light in if it was full daylight so Logan's only left with his flashlight as his only light source in the dark. He only makes it a little bit in, standing in the center of the foyer when he hears the soft ticking of a clock.

It's strange, looking around the room Logan can find an old clock on the floor but it's long broken. The teacher doesn't have to wait long to figure it out as he hears the quiet creak of metal and a ruffle of fabric directly above him.

Logan barely manages to stumble backward in time, shining his flashlight up in time to see a black blur drop from the ceiling and land on the floor where he was standing with a heavy thud. The teacher has no time to think as the creature immediately scrambles onto all fours and charges at him, he backs away quickly dropping his flashlight in panic as the thing comes right at him-

No! Logan locks in his legs in place and holds his breath, his heart pounds as he fights every instinct in his body telling him to flee. He shuts his eyes tightly, arms defensive raising to cover his head but beyond that, he forces himself to stay still and breathe through his nose.

The Night Fellow won't hurt him as long as he doesn't give them a reason to.

Sure enough, the sound of scrambling limbs stop and Logan doesn't feel any sort of pain from an attack. The ticking noise is much closer, directly in front of him but it gets drowned out by an animalistic growl so deep that Logan can feel the vibrations in his ribcage.

"I'm not here to hurt you." The teacher tries to keep his voice even but he's shaking to the core. "I'm not going to cause you any trouble." He doesn't even know if they understand him but he slowly lowers his arms and forces his eyes to open.

The Night Fellow is low to the ground, head bent back at an awkward angle to stare up at him little glowing white dots in their eyes. They're breathing too hard, chest rising and falling rapidly like they're panting but Logan can't hear them breathing. His flashlight is knocked to the side but it provides enough light for the teacher to get a good look at the Fellow.

He has to commit everything to memory, choppy hair, wide sunken eyes, their mouth slightly open, and filled with far too many teeth. It looks like they're wearing some patched up robe with loose sleeves that bunch on the floor, very poorly hiding the beings metal claws. The ticking noise is coming from the Fellow, Logan can tell that much but he's not entirely sure where or why there's ticking.

"Do you speak English?" Logan asks them to receive nothing but their unblinkingly stare. "Can you understand me?" Once again getting no reply which is disappointing as he hoped he would be able to ask the Fellow questions but they seem content just staring at him, he can't be sure if they don't understand or just don't care to answer.

Logan takes a deep breath to calm his nerves before crouching down slowly to be eye level with the Fellow, they back up a step as he moves and the teacher suppresses a shudder at the unnatural angle their legs move in. He meets the being's eyes and feels a chill down his spine but most of his fear takes second place to his fascination.

"You're an incredible being." He mutters mostly to himself but for once his talking to himself is helpful as the Fellow seems to respond. Their pupils shrink into slits as they rear back, their gaze flickering around the room like suddenly he was the scary thing. "It's okay." He tries to soothe as he reaches forward. "I mean you no harm."

The Night Fellow opens their mouth, letting out a low growl as his hand gets too close but the sound cuts off as Logan grips their jaw without thinking, completely forgetting his self-preservation in favor of getting a better look at their teeth.

"Fascinating." Logan breathes, keeping a grip on their chin with one hand while the other pushes on their cheek to tilt their head back. "I was lead to believe that your teeth are made of metal but these are all bone." The teacher strokes his thumb over one of the being's large canines but quickly retracts it as the Fellow tenses their jaw and sharp metal teeth snap down to cover the bone. "Oh, amazing! Retractable teeth, they almost resemble the teeth on a bear trap."

The light from Logan's fallen flashlight did a well enough job at lighting up the room but without it in hand, it's a bit harder to see clearly the details inside the Night Fellow's maw. There's a whirling noise in the back of their throat as Logan let's go of their jaw to reach into their mouth, feeling around the gums to make out the sheath that contained the metal teeth when retracted. The Fellow's bone teeth still stood out behind the metal and Logan carefully maneuvers his fingers past the sharpened metal to rub the duller, more human teeth at the back.

(He makes a note that the Fellow's jaw is stretched unnaturally wide and seems like it could go wider.)

"Is that a..." He mumbles to himself, squinting inside the being's mouth in hopes of making something out in the darkness. "It looks like you have a cavity filling." Logan really can't tell for sure without proper lighting but it does seem like it. Are there dental records of this creature? As far as Logan knew the first confirmed sighting of the Night Fellow was about sixty years ago and they've always been very avoidant of people, only recently getting bolder in scaring away those that wander too close.

Logan pulls back enough to insect the being in front of him. They're wide eyes watching him intensely, at some point while Logan was inspecting their teeth they shifted to rest on their knees and their hands hover near Logan with claws facing towards him like they're ready to strike but hesitating.

It's this moment that Logan remembers that he's in front of a very dangerous creature, figuratively putting his head in the lion's mouth. Sure, the Night Fellow seldom injures anyone but most people don't actively interact with them.

"Ah, I apologize." Logan carefully removes his fingers from the Fellow's mouth and winces as the being's mouth snaps shut near immediately, the metal clinking gives a harsh reminder that the thing could have very well of bitten his fingers off. "Thank you for your patience with me, I got a bit too excited there but I should have asked permission before touching you."

The Fellow's hands lower from their tense position, lowering down to rest on the ground and Logan can make out some of the intricate details of the joints where those thin metal blades connect to their middle knuckle. He nervously wipes his hands on his shirt to rid them of the being's saliva, it's a shame as the teacher would love to collect a sample of it but he hadn't expected to actually get this close to the Night Fellow and thus didn't think to bring a kit.

The Fellow doesn't seem agitated, thankfully. Their head tilted slightly in curiosity as they seem to inspect the human in front of them. Logan's still not entirely sure if they understood anything he said, let alone his apology but they don't seem to hold any ill will towards him which helps Logan not worry too much when they shift closer to him.

He manages not to flinch when the being reaches forward and wraps their "fingers" around his wrist, he doesn't even try to resist as they pull his hand closer as gently as possible. The teacher is rather amazed to find that the finger-like blades aren't actually sharp, their edges dulled down. Logan's sure that they're still dangerous if the Night Fellow put intent behind those claws but at the moment their touch is gentle as they have his hand resting palm up, it certainly helps Logan feel less nervous as they raise their other clawed hand and traces the blade of their pointer finger from the veins on his wrist to the tip of his fingers.

Logan does his best to keep his hand still for them while trying to figure out what they're doing, the glide of the pointed metal across his palm tickles slightly from how gentle the being is and each time his fingers so much as twitch, the fellow lets out a soft warbled noise and stills their motion until Logan holds his hand still long enough.

Logan doesn't realize how much time has past, the teachers legs ache from being in the same position for so long but he doesn't dare move as the Night Fellow traces the wrinkles in his hand. He commits each detail to memory, the being so focused on whatever it's doing gives Logan the perfect chance to observe it's appearance for any missed details. He wishes he could grab his sketchbook from his side bag but that would require moving and also reclaiming his dominant hand from the creature in front of him so instead he just memories to recreate later.

They are both startled when a loud trilling noise rings out from the room, the Fellow drops Logan's wrist as he jerks back in surprise and claw at their chest until the noise stops. They jerk their head up suddenly, looking up past Logan where he's now sitting and upon following their gaze Logan sees one of the dirty windows.

Any trace of light from the setting sun is long gone, the only light source is Logan's flashlight and the Beady little dots that are the Night Fellow's pupils. The teacher scrambles for his phone from his coat pocket, it lighting up and revealing multiple missed calls from his friend but Logan ignores them more the moment.

12:01 AM

Logan must have been here hours without realizing it.

The Night Fellow seems to realize the passage of time skipped over them too as they flickered their gaze between the teacher and the dark window. They almost reach towards him again but draw their hand back, seeming to debate with themself before letting out a huff of air in probably the most human gesture Logan's seen from them tonight. Their claws scrape the floor slightly as they push themself up and onto their feet, standing tall and towering over the teacher.

Logan is not a short man by any means but he certainly feels small as the Fellow steps around him to get to the front door, the being standing taller than the frame. Yes, Logan had known that the Night Fellow is a tall imposing figure when standing but he wasn't expecting the being to be a good bit over seven feet tall.

The Night Fellow looks back at him for a moment after they pull the door open but doesn't wait for Logan to scramble to his feet before they duck out the door and begin their night walk, leaving the mansion's door open. The teacher rushes for his flashlight and follows after them to find them already at the edge of the property and walking past the decrepit gate.

Logan had to run to catch up to them, finally getting close just a little ways past the tree line when the Night Fellow suddenly freezes and jerks their head to look at him. The sudden movement startling Logan enough that he stops himself several feet away from them.

Logan mostly expects the Fellow to drop on all fours once more and flee into the forest but instead the being just stands there and watches him. The teacher takes a breath, figuratively throwing caution to the wing for the hundredth time this night.

"May I walk with you?" The teacher makes a small gesture towards the path in front of them. "I have to return to town and it seems like you're heading that direction."

The Fellow doesn't respond to him but doesn't run from him either, they simply turn their head back forward and continue their walk, though Logan notes that they move slower than before which allows the teacher to catch up and walk beside them.

"So, you can understand me?" He asks only to be met with a side glance from the being. "Have you always lived in that mansion?"

The Fellow immediately looks tense and walks faster, the muffled sound of metal scraping together comes from them as Logan has to jog to catch up to them.

"Wait, I'm sorry!" Logan tries to amend. "I won't ask any questions, we can walk quietly."

The Night Fellow shoots him a look and narrows their eyes at him, which is the first time Logan's seen that their eyes haven't been completely wide open. He wants to ask if they need to blink, if their eyes are mechanical or flesh, how well can they see-

But he keeps his mouth shut and the Fellow slows their pace again for him which at least confirms that they do seem to understand him to some level.

Logan has so many questions ringing in his head as he watches them from the corner of his eye.

What are they? Did their mechanical parts need upkeep? What was the quiet ticking that followed them around? How much of them are flesh and how much are metal? What do they eat? Do they even need to eat? Why do they choose to live in that mansion? Why did they always go for these night walks? Is it easier for them to crawl rather than run?

Logan keeps these thoughts to himself. He instead listens to the sounds of the forest around them, animals tend to fall silent around supernatural creatures and this is no less true for the Fellow. All Logan can hear is the rubble shifting with each of their steps, the occasional strange mechanical noises that come from the being's movements, and the ticking noise that Logan theorizes much be some sort of clock they have under their robe.

The Night Fellow stays with him longer than Logan expects them too, he figured once he hit the main road that they would take off but they stay by his side(though seemingly following him more now that their off their normal path) until the first lights of town come into sight at which they stop.

Logan pauses when they do, turning to face them for a moment. "Thank you for walking with me." He offers a smile to which the Night Fellow nods, the first absolute sign that they understood him.

The teacher watches as they take a few steps away from him before dropping into a crouch, giving him one last look before they disappear past the trees and into the darkness.

There's no way Logan is letting this be his last encounter.

#sanders sides #logan sanders #virgil sanders #body horror tw #violence mention #The Night Fellow #gun mention #monster virgil #I'm also open to ideas if peeps want to see more of this

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burntmcnuggies · 4 years

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Unexpected Encounter

Dabi x Quirkless! Reader

No warnings, just fluff. There is cursing! Please enjoy :D

“Damn heroes...” The black haired villain cursed to himself while barely managing to avoid being caught by police and obnoxious heroes. His turquoise eyes scanned the area around him quickly until he spotted a slightly open window. He clicked his tongue sharply in annoyance. ‘Looks like this is my only choice.’ He hid behind the bushes and slowly pushed the window up more and more while police searched the area. He hopped quietly into the house and closed the window with a click. ‘No one should be up at this hour... it’s almost three in the morning. There’s no way-‘ A creak of wood alarmed him, and he jerked around raising his hand to defend himself. A young woman stood there with a tired look on her face. “Huh...? Santa? But it’s not Christmas yet. Go back to the North Pole.” The woman mumbled before going into the kitchen.

“....What the fuck?” The villain whispered to himself watching the young woman walk to her kitchen and begin filling a small yeti cup with ice and water. Her hair was messy and she was only wearing an oversized shirt and some cute little black and white striped panties. The villains turquoise eyes shimmered in the dim lighting, watching her every move ready to turn her to ash if she noticed. She turned and finally noticed him, cocking her head to the side in confusion. “Oh? Wow what pretty eyes...” She smiled tiredly and walked closer towards him. Dabi readied his hand, and was about to fire at her, before she suddenly plopped onto the couch and turned the TV on. He was utterly confused on what was happening. “I assume you aren’t a very nice guy seeming as though you broke into my house. Help yourself to some snacks and drinks, just not my money. You would’ve killed me right away if you really were that bad.”

This irked him.

“You think I ain’t a bad guy?” Dabi stalked behind her and rose his hands beside her face, activating his powerful quirk. The heat was scorching, he wouldn’t be surprised if she got a burn. She absentminded grabbed his wrists and pushed them away from her face a little and sighed in bliss. “Mmm... now it’s nice and warm and not too hot.” He was at a loss for words. He was secretly hoping he wouldn’t have to kill her since it’d be more trouble on him, but this woman was beginning to get on his nerves. “You really are something you know that?” He stated in annoyance, walking around the couch and plopping beside the stranger, giving up. She looked up at him confused. “That’s it? You’re not gonna degrade me, insult me, hurt me, rape me, kill me?”

Dabi scoffed. “I ain’t that kinda villain ya little Slob. And I’m tired of you not takin’ me seriously. I gotta hide from the cops for a while. And your little invitation to help myself ain’t too bad.” The woman rolled her eyes and offered him a small plastic bag she left on the couch when she came home. Inside was candy, cracker packs, chips, fruits, muffins, nutrigrain bars, etc. Dabi gives her a skeptical look. “I don’t buy this one bit. No one would voluntarily let a villain into their home. Let alone give them snacks. I bet you’re just tryna be all goody goody with me while you wait for the heroes to come and take me away.” He brought his hand close to her face and flickers of blue flame began to rise from his scarred skin and to his finger tips, across his calloused palms, and up his arm to the heavy cuffs that laid there. His staples clicked as he pulled his lips back in a sadistic grin. “Sorry doll face, but that trick ain’t gonna work on me.”

“I didn’t call the heroes, or the police, or anyone for that matter.” The villain’s threatening presence faltered, and he furrowed his dark brows at her. She stared up at him, slightly adjusting herself to become more comfortable on the couch and not so close to the dangerous villain. “I agree with your beliefs. You’re part of the league of villains right? All of you believing in the hero killers ideology... I can’t say he was wrong. I believe in his ideology as well.” Dabi’s eyes narrowed, finding it hard to believe some random citizen he’d just met supported Stain’s beliefs. Her (E/C) eyes cast downwards, staring at the small snack in her hands she had pulled randomly from the bag. “My parents were anti-hero. Probably because we were all quirkless... they only mentioned the hero killer a couple times... but they both praised his beliefs, and showed me examples of false heroes and what they’ve done.”

‘Quirkless huh? Never met anyone without a quirk before. It really would be too boring to kill her.’ Dabi thought to himself while he listened. The woman smiled and continued. “I agree with him, just... not the whole killing people. But I agree we have false heroes in our society. Only a handful are actually real. I wish... we could go back to being quirkless. To live in a normal society where quirks didn’t exist, and you weren’t judged based on the type of quirk you had.” The villain finds himself intently stared at the woman before him. His behind firmly placed on the cushions of the couch, his head turned directly towards her, giving her his full undivided attention —which is rare. “Threats wouldn’t be so catastrophic... everyone would be... closer to being equal. This society just... relies too much on quirks, that a lot of people have forgotten that we’re all the same.”

A painful memory of his childhood flashed before Dabi’s eyes, and his brain was kicked into overdrive thinking about all of the stuff she said. A world without quirks? Maybe his life could’ve been different. Maybe his body wouldn’t be littered in heavy scarring and surgical staples. Maybe, just maybe, he could’ve been normal. “...what’s your name? Gotta know what to put on your tombstone.” His bangs cast over his turquoise eyes, and by the way his voice came out in just barely a whisper, she could tell he was deep in thought and considering everything she’d said. She smirked softly, clearly dismissing his empty threat and politely giving him her name. “(Y/N). (Y/N) (L/N). A quirkless girl with no dreams. And yours?”

“I go by Dabi.” The woman now known as (Y/N) smiled softly to the villain. Their eyes locked for a mere moment, but that moment felt like hours to the presumed heartless villain. He stared intently, unable to break his gaze away for an unknown reason he himself didn’t even know. Something about this woman intrigued him. “It looks like the cops are gone.” Her gentle voice broke him out of his staring, and he scoffed a little. She laughed and got up from her place on the couch and went into the kitchen. “Let me get you some stuff for the road!” The villain stood as well, immediately being on edge from the strangers absence. She still hadn’t gained his full trust, and they had only just met. She could be double crossing him. “You’re a strange and stupid moron. Ya know that doll face?”

“Not strange, just unique, and realistic.” She fired back from the kitchen, the sound of a plastic bag rustling echoing in the almost silent house as she prepared his to-go pack. Soon she emerged with the bag and handed it to him. “Here. There’s some nutrigrain bars, ramen packs, candy, water, some bandaids, and Aloe Vera. It may help out with the scars and make them smoother.” The villain peeked inside the bag and observed the items, narrowing his turquoise eyes in suspicion. He looked back up at her innocent smile, and furrowed his dark ebony brows. “Not just anybody would be nice to a villain like me for no reason. Whats your motive?”

“The reasoning is hidden somewhere in the bag! It’s not a grenade or anything! Do I look like I’d own something like that?” She laughed a little and pointed to herself in her favorite animal pajamas. He huffed and turned on his heel, propping a foot on the window seal that led to the awaiting touch of darkness to engulf him. “Thanks doll face. Don’t get yourself killed, and tell no one about this.” With that said he disappeared into the shadows. He took a couple back alleys and was about 2 or 3 blocks away from (Y/N)’s house before he stopped to look at what she had put in his bag. “What the hell...” He mumbled to himself pulling out a blue post it note. A smirk spread across his face and he shoved the post it note into his pocket, securing it where he wouldn’t lose it, in case he took her up on her offer.

‘Come again anytime Dabi. I want to hear more about your beliefs and the villain stuff! Stay safe!’

~(Y/N)

(Part two??)

#dabi x reader #mha dabi #bnha dabi #my hero academia #quirkless reader #league of villains #dabi is touya

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mistersourwolf · 4 years

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A Lover from the Unknown- Geralt x Reader

Pairing: Geralt x Reader

Word count: 2.4k

Warnings: None really, hints at smut but no nsfw in this piece.

Request: Hey could you possibly do a geralt request where he saves and falls for a girl who is set to be killed cause the mayor of a town deems her a monster. She has powers to be able to control the elements. She's not a monster but part of a race that was wiped out. Maybe marks glow on her skin depending on what elements she uses

Summary: Y/N has lived most of her years captive inside the castle due to her magical abilities. Being treated as an experiment, over time her anger builds up. One night a storm rips through the town she resides in and the mayor is furious. Before she could meet her demise, she fell suddenly unconscious. Only in the morning would she realize what and who had spared her that night, saving her life. The two decide together to go on a journey to help discover who y/n truly is.

A/N: This is probabaly one of the most elaborate pieces I’ve written. It took me entirely too long to write it but I’m so glad because I’m just in love with the final results. I tried to get as accurate as I could to the request which I believe I did though I didn’t include markings which I envision would be a crackling turquoise glow as her emotions overwhelm her. So use your imagination as you will. Also, if you think Geralt talks to much, he just might if you’re basing this off the show. I’ve seen the show and have been reading the books and Geralt talks far more than what he does in the show so please don’t take it as out of character, it is very much in his nature to talk. Anyways without further adue ... A Lover from the Unknown.

You sat in the corner of your room rocking back and forth with your knees pressed against your chest, slowly becoming more panicked as the thunder broke against the roof in a loud bang. You knew this was all your fault, attempting to stand to your feet, you gazed out of your window, the whole town was being ripped to shreds. Rain hit the ground furiously, each drop setting a new fire. The tavern was completely destroyed and fires were raging in the distant neighborhoods, clouding the night sky with soot.

You were to blame for this chaos, unsure of what you were and with nobody to guide you, your anger had disturbed nature’s balance. It was your doing but not your fault, after all you rarely saw anybody but your own reflection. With little interaction with any other humans aside from the guards who would bring you your meals, it’s understandable why you would be enraged. You had been held in the castle for far too long, a prisoner to the Queen. As she ordered her servants to poke at you, as if you were a guinea pig, as if you were a freak, you grew more and more angry by the day. Previous to this event, you had summoned wind storms, manifested tornadoes and sinkholes but the day you made hail come down the size of boulders, they had to force an elixir down your throat, one that left you in a trance for days. But this—this storm was much different than the last.

Suddenly, the doors to your room flew open abruptly. Two men, both of them head to toe in a suit of armor came rushing in, demanding you to come with them.

“What?” Your eyes widened, “No please!” You cried as they grabbed your arms dragging you from your bedroom.

“Foolish girl, what have you done?” They muttered, pulling you along the castle halls.

“I don’t understand!” You cried, “You have to help me please.”

The guards said nothing, pushing through the doors of the tower, revealing a smoke littered atmosphere. You could make out the sounds of townsfolk screaming as the fires spread, their screams pierced the night air from miles away. Horses trotting through the ruins made horrific sounds as you were thrown to your knees. Your flesh slid across the dirt, causing you to wince in pain.

Slowly, footsteps made their way towards you, sloshing in the sludge of the dirt. You, sure that you would face your demise right then, hesitated to look at who stood above you. In your gut you knew, it was the mayor. He had been the mayor in this town for quite some time and despised of creatures who possessed magical abilities. You’d come to face him before and his threat, his penalty he’d deliver was far worse than being prisoner.

“Pitiful girl, what have you done to my town?” He yelled, crouching down beside you. “I spared your life once before, I won’t make that mistake again!”

You whimpered, tilting your head up slowly to meet wicked eyes. He was furious and veins showed clear through his forehead. “Get her up, onto the horse will you?” He phrased his command as a question to the guards but it was perfectly understood that it was a demand. That if they didn’t pick you up and place you on the horse that second, they’d be subjected to your fate as well.

You squirmed as the men complied, throwing you on top of the horse. At this moment, a lightning bolt shot from the sky, frying the men in their metal gear. You let out a scream, horrified as they dropped to the dirt. Simultaneously thunder cracked through the air once again, a demonic rumble. The horses kicked the dirt, terrified but obedient. Your hair blew violently in the storm watching the mayor struggle to his horse. He called out to you, a string of curses that you couldn’t make out. Your arms wrapped around the mare as if they would protect you from your own doings. Confusion grew on you as you smelt in the air lavender, chamomile and a powerful mixture that surely was a magical concoction. The mayor gripped the dirt, on all fours as he continued to make it to his horse. Your eyes grew heavy, starting to flutter shut. As your body grew calm, the storm eased and your hair blew gently in the fall night. Just before your eyes shut for good, you saw a man approach the mayor and in a swift movement, his elbow collided with the mayors crooked nose and he fell unconscious as did you.

When you awoke, the smell of the earth was so pungent you could nearly taste it. Immediately you sat up, glancing around the rather dingy, colorless inn. You were laid not on a bed, in fact there were no beds in the room, only a cot, one which appeared old and unclean. You stood up, the floorboards creaking beneath you, a deafening sound. The sun was starting to rise and gleamed through the broken window, dimly lighting the room. Where in the hell were you? You recalled the storm from the previous night, one you had caused surely. You remembered the mayor threatening your execution, a threat he would have surely followed up on. A man who emerged from seemingly nowhere and then—.

A tall figure entered the door to your room, closing it behind him.

“You’re awake.” He murmured, walking over to his bag to store something away.

You didn’t feel frightened but confused, “Where the hell am I?” You asked the white haired fellow.

He answered, still turned away from you, “Maybe the question you should be asking yourself is ‘What the hell am I’.”

“Oh yes, you’re probably right,” you pondered sarcastically, “stranger who kidnapped me!”

“Kidnapping? Ive been accused of worse.” He grunted, shifting his body to face you.

You sighed, walking back to the cot to sit down. “Who are you?”

“You first, what are you?” He pestered.

“Me first? What are you, a child?” You scoffed, but gave in to him, “I’ve been asking myself that question for years, I’ve got only a sliver of an idea. I know I can make the ground beneath me crumble and swallow us whole, that I can create storms of dust and pull lighting out of a clear blue sky. But I don’t know why I can do that, I don’t know what I am and I’ve only ever been prodded at.”

After a moment of silence, the man spoke again, “I’m Geralt of Rivia, a witcher.”

You were surprised by this but like him, showed no reaction to what you were told.

“Okay, Geralt of Rivia, you’re a witcher so tell me why did you save a monster?” You asked quietly.

“You think you’re a monster?”

“Everyone does, I’ve hurt people and that sounds monstrous to me.”

“Hmm.” The witcher grunted, unsure of what to say.

“What do you think I am?” You asked, staring at your feet.

“Talkative.” He teased.

You grinned and the two of you sat in silence for a while, watching as the sun finally rise, lighting the entire room. Why he had brought you here you had no idea, most likely it was the safest place for miles. You hadn’t been outside the town in nearly a decade, held captive inside the castle. If you could’ve brought that castle down you would’ve but the Queen had it enchanted so no magic, not even your own could effect the tower.

“Teach me.” You blurted, “Teach me to control my magic.”

“I wouldn’t know how to teach you.”

“Says who?”

“History,” Geralt said turning his head away from you. “Any more questions out of you and my ears might just bleed.”

“Then I’d be the one taking care of you,” you teased, “and surely you wouldn’t want that.”

You stood up, walking over to the white-haired man, his eyes the color of the sun. You didn’t realize how good looking he was but it was clearer than ever in the light of the early sun.

“And I’m not asking you, I know you will aid me just as you already have.”

He peered down at you, an annoyed yet intrigued expression. He was impressed by your persistence.

“So,” you said, running your fingers over his chest. “Have you a lady or can I repay you for this lovely debt?”

“I have no one and you owe me nothing.” He never broke eye contact with you and neither did you, which surprised him as most women struggled to keep his gaze.

“You don’t understand what you’ve done for me, truly.” You trailed your fingers up his chest, wrapping a hand behind his neck. “And you look just as broken as me so I insist.”

You pulled him in closer, leaning forwards to kiss him, gently. His lips moved in sync with yours as his hand moved to the small of your back. His lips were soft and his touch was nostalgic for you. You failed to remember the last time anyone wrapped their arms around your waist and so you soaked in every moment of his touch.

He broke the kiss, staring down at you, “What is it with women and magic?”

This was an odd statement, but verified you were not the only magic woman he had come across. Ignoring it, you felt him grip the back of your thighs, lifting you up on his waist and in response you wrapped your legs around him. He backed you against the wall, laying kisses along your neck and jawline. With a tug of your dress, he managed to remove it all while still pinning you to the wall. His eyes gazed over you hungrily, a bright yellow of which you never questioned.

After moments of pleasure and curses echoing the room had come to a stop, you felt yourself stand on your feet again, pulling your dress over your shoulders. The witcher stood in front of you, pulling his clothing down over his torso and fastening his pants. You remained in silence, glancing out the windows to seem occupied. You didn’t notice the witcher still staring at you and the marks on your neck that he left.

“Don’t let anybody tell you what you are,” he spoke, “A monster, a coward, a sex symbol or a fucking gnome, those names are nothing if you know your worth.”

You gazed at the witcher, blushing at his words. But something about him told you he wasn’t practicing what he preached. He carried himself with pride but his aura said something entirely different, that he was caught between embracing who he was and despising his own kind. You could see the world had made him feel that way, that witchers are to be spited.

“Do you?” You questioned, staring intensely at Geralt trying to get a read on him.

“Hmm,” He muttered, ignoring the question. “I’ve never seen anyone with your abilities and I’ve seen almost everything there is to see.”

“Yes, well I’ve heard several variations, you know the first being I’m a monster and brought to this Earth by the need for a balance between good and evil, I’m clearly the latter. Another says I’m a mutant, though there aren’t mutants like me as far as I’ve seen. Lastly, the mayor who sought after my death believed I stemmed from a line of ancient gods and goddesses who were thought to be mythical but he insisted they were real and that my bloodline is that of theirs. I don’t know if I believe that as those gods would’ve long been dead before my birth.”

The witcher analyzed every word you said and wasn’t phased by the mention of gods and goddesses. “I don’t know if any of those variations are true but I know a trusted bard who does his research.”

“Where might this bard reside?” You jumped excitedly, smiling broadly as you were excited by the thought you would finally find out who you are. At this same time your excitement bubbled up, the wind began to pick up outside and a strong breeze came through the shattered window, occupying the room.

“Hey,” Geralt spoke loudly over the wind, noticing it was your excitement which initiated the sudden breeze. “I don’t know for certain if he will be of help but it’s worthy to note your magic is tied to your emotions.” He walked over to you, placing his hands on either sides of your shoulders, staring down into your hopeful eyes. His touch was calming and your adrenaline settled inside of you and thus the wind came to a slow. Geralt observed this and interpreted that you had connected him as an anchor. His face suddenly softened and you hadn’t seen this expression on the witcher yet.

“Come on,” Geralt said, grabbing his bag from the floor, “before you blow the inn away.”

You followed him out the door of the inn and into the outdoors, where the odor of the musky inn didn’t follow and instead was replaced by the scent of Lilly flowers and petrichor, both of which you hadn’t smelt in ages. A lovely mare stood outside, the sun reflecting of its coat beautifully.

“Roach, this is—“ Geralt paused, embarrassed he had never got your name.

“Y/n.” You chuckled at the fact of him talking to his horse. “Roach? For a mare?”

“A pretty name like Y/n for a monster?” He said jokingly, annoyed by your commentary. You let him slide, laughing at the witcher.

“A jester I see, lets get going shall we?” You suggested, letting him mount himself on top the horse. He offered a hand out to you which you accepted, climbing atop the horse.

You started towards your journey, one seeking a know-everything bard to help teach you of your kind. The soft breeze whispered freedom as you laid your head against Geralts back, watching the trees pass you by. Soon enough, you’d learn of your origin and it was liberating to no longer be trapped in the four walls of your room in the castle. So you closed your eyes, inhaling the scent of flowers and pollen as the sound of the rushing wind took over your mind and put you at ease.

—Let me know if you’d like to see a part two as I already have some plot ideas :)) thank you

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anotherbeingsworld · 4 years

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Homecoming (Bryce’s POV) - Part 2

Read Keiki’s POV

Summary: Imagines on meeting Keiki for the first time, but from Bryce’s perspective.

Characters: Bryce Lahela and Keiki Lahela.

Warnings: None, language-ish. Nothing more than that.

A/N: This is the second part for this series-ish? The first part was Keiki’s POV and I am very glad that all of you enjoyed it! This is entirely Bryce’s POV which is the scene before MC meets Keiki, and Bryce bringing home the groceries. Its like an imagine of what it would be like? If it’s not accurate or anything, I apologize. This is my take and, I hope it goes well. I deeply apologize if my grammar is wrong since english was definitely not my first language. Enjoy! (I have doubts sghsjskskss, but...enjoy...) // Thank you @fantasyoverreality98 for assuring me about the whole part, I am grateful! Much loveee <3

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The music is blaring, as he inspects the selfie that they took at the music festival. The others were dancing including Casey herself, as she looks like she is in her element. Bryce smiles at the sight remembering their small moment earlier, it certainly makes up for all the lost time they had.

His phone vibrated suddenly, as the familiar name appears on the screen. Keiki.

He felt a pang of worry , as she never calls even after his departure. He knew it was important. Bryce called out for Casey, as his eyebrows furrowed in worried which was sensed by Casey herself. She pulled Bryce out of the crowd, as they stopped at a vendor, where she looks worried at his sudden change of behavior.

'I need to go.' Bryce stated as he walks away answering the call before Casey could call back for him.

The conversation went by quickly, as he took the train back to his apartment. It took him by surprise, after their conversation. Bryce never thought about seeing her again, but… the thought never left his mind. Despite what his parents did, Keiki is still his sister above all. He felt a pang of guilt as he remembers the voicemail that he left during her birthday 6 months ago, as she was living her life luxuriously in Hawaii, or that’s what he thought.

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Bryce was seated on one of the train seats, as it started to move. His mind was anxious, as he was trying to figure out the reason for Keiki's sudden arrival. He has a hunch that there were problems happening at home, but he shook the thought away since Keiki Lahela was known as his parent's very own princess that they would spoil rotten including a unicorn for her 5th birthday.

The walk to the apartment seems to slow down, as memories from his past (the good ones) are playing in his mind. Despite being years apart, Bryce and Keiki are each other’s best friends in the household. A memory during his senior year has floated in his mind as he is making his way back to the apartment. The memory was during a birthday celebration of his friend once upon a time, where the Lahela name was hated by the whole population of Maui.

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Bryce was out with his ‘friends’ as they were celebrating the beginning of the senior year. They decided to hit the bar, as most of them had reached 18 including Bryce. The first few hours were okay, as they were having fun. But, their fun was cut short; by a local who recognize him.

“You!” The stranger yelled at his face, earning a number of stares from the bar.

Bryce looks over to his friends, as he swallows a lump in his throat. He wasn’t drunk, as he realized what will happen. But, he didn’t flinch as the stranger continues.

'You are one of them right?!' He suddenly pushes him as his body falls onto the floor. The customers let out a gasp, as the majority of them were recording the scene.

'What are you talking about man?' Bryce replies as he wipes the sweat forming on his forehead before he stood up. The stranger was looking furious at him.

'You ruined my life! I trusted your family, and this is what I get?! All of you are a bunch of bastards, who came here just to ruin our lives.' He yells once more, as the customers all looked at Bryce with hatred in their eyes.

'It's a Lahela!' One of the voices shouted as they came forward yelling at him for everything his parents had done in the past.

‘We were supposed to have a baby, and now… we lost all of our money because of you!’ Another voice was heard.

'Liars!' The chorus of chanting was heard, as Bryce immediately leave the premise. He sighs as the fate of his life was always going be this way. His phone beeped, and he saw horror; he was removed from every friend group and, there were threats to his position in the basketball team.

‘Crap.’ He places his phone back into his pocket, as he made his way back ‘home’.

The house was dark as it was almost one in the morning. He made his way inside as he saw one of the house staff was waiting for his arrival.

'Hey, Jones.' He said before Jones lets out an expression he knew all too well; he was in trouble.

Bryce nods before making his way to the office, where his father would conduct his 'business'. He has a huge hatred towards the room as it brought so many good memories that were disguises for their business. He pushed the doors where his dad, is stood waiting for him with a stern look in his eyes.

'Do you know how late it is?' His voice was cold, but Bryce didn't give a damn.

'It's almost 1 a.m. So?' He crossed his arms feeling tired of this so-called conversation.

‘You should be back before curfew!’ He slammed his hands on the table making him startled.

'I'm 18, I can take care of myself.'

He shook his head,

'No, it's my house. My rules!'

Bryce's eyes were filled with hatred,

‘Fine, I will leave this hellhole as soon as I can!’ He yells back, as his father looks at him stunned.

‘You dare talk to me like that?’ He just rolled his eyes in response.

‘I give you this life Bryce, you should be thankful for it!’ His voice boomed through the room, as he notes that people will hear this conversation but, he didn’t care.

His eyebrows furrowed in anger,

‘What life? Tell me what is this life you keep on mentioning about ?’ He paused before continuing.

‘You stole from people, you lie to them. You stole their lives, they lose everything because of what you did! And, who gets the blame? Me!’ Bryce pointed to himself letting the anger rolled out.

‘You know nothing, boy!’

Bryce lets out a scoff,

'Yeah, right?! I am not stupid, this life you had been giving me, it was never a gift. It’s just a stop that I had to go through before I leave this place forever’

Both of them stopped as they heard the door creaked open, revealing Keiki who is rubbing her eyes.

‘Dad, Bryce?’ Her soft voice was heard through the doorway making both of them quiet.

‘Hi sweetie, what happened?’ His dad’s voice transformed, as Bryce makes his way to Keiki.

‘I heard screaming, and… are you fighting with Bryce?’ She asked as her eyes gaze into Bryce’s making him soft.

‘No…we were just talking…’ His father replied as an attempt to convince her but, Bryce knows that she wasn’t convinced.

Bryce walks up to Keiki and took her by the hand,

‘Let’s go Keiki, I’m going to take you to bed.’ His voice made Keiki smile as both of them walk away from the room.

The walk was short, as Bryce accompanies Keiki to her room. They walked inside as Bryce gaze onto the spacious room. The walls were pink, as there were toys every corner of the room including a huge play-house that his parents bought for Keiki. He just shook her head, as he felt a tug on his shirt.

He glances and saw Keiki already in the bed, as her eyes filled with worried. A kid supposed to have fun at her age, not worrying over the adults.

'You okay kiddo?' His voice is soft as he lays the question out.

‘I just…I hate it when you fight with dad.’

Bryce chuckles at the statement,

‘It’s just… hard you know. Dad is different and, we just… have different heads.’ Bryce gestures to his head making Keiki giggle as he ruffles his hair as an attempt to calm her down.

The smile on her face, making him happy. He wasn't very close to his parents, but.. with Keiki. It's different, somehow it felt like an escape from the real world when he was invited to one of her playtimes.

‘Will you and dad will ever be okay?’ Her eyes hopeful as Bryce went quiet, don’t know what to answer as he didn’t know the answer himself.

Bryce just nods, without any words coming out. He didn’t want to give her false hope, knowing one day he will not be here to watch her grow up.

'I love you, Bryce.' Keiki said as she pulls him into a small hug, as Bryce returns it happily,

‘I love you too kiddo.’ He replies as he ruffles her hair once more before he retired for the night.

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It was years ago, as it replays in his mind. It was one of the ‘good’ memories he had whilst being at home. After he left for college, he never looked back. He didn’t regret it, but…somehow he wished that his life was happier not for the sake of himself, but for Keiki.

His apartment was in view, as he quickens his steps up the stairs instead of the elevator. It was a short commute, but he felt himself feeling nervous by the sudden rush. He hasn’t seen Keiki in years, and… he didn’t know what to expect. He wished her a happy birthday 6 months ago. But, there were no replies.

From the corner of his eyes, he saw a figure leaning against the door. Bryce quickly makes his way, his steps quicken as Keiki's head perked up at the sound. A small smile appeared on his face, as he did a quick look at her. She has grown up, and there no signs of hurt anywhere. He sighs in relief, and he stops at the door. He was about to say something, but… he shook his head before unlocking the door.

A new future that has been presented to him, and he will try his very best to be there for her. Honestly, Bryce didn't know how to feel but…somehow fate knows better than him. The fact that he had missed seeing her and this felt like a sign for him. He silently hopes that maybe they can be close once more like before. Hopefully.

THE END.

A/N: I hope all of you liked it! I am very nervous to post this, but... I tried my best! Thank you for reading! 🧡🧡

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Box Boy Rescue

(CW: slavery, brainwashing, dehumanization, kidnapping, creepy + intimate whumper, gaslighting)

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Soren pressed up against the back wall, legs pulled close to his chest, breath coming out ragged.

“Please, please give me my collar back, I need it, please, please,” he was begging, an endless, panicked drone. He knew it wouldn’t work, but he couldn’t stop. There was someone in front of him, a woman, but a different woman from the one who he’d woken up to, urging him to calm down, take deep breaths. But he couldn’t breathe, not without his collar on, he couldn’t breathe.

The door squeaked open and boomed shut. Soren sobbed loudly, panicked begging only paused for the raw sounds, before it was back to an endless stream of “please give me my collar” over and over again.

“Dude, just calm down, you literally do not need it,” the rude man, the one who’d elbowed him, snapped, and Soren let out a high, warbling keen, turning his head away from the man, fingers raising to his neck again.

“Woah, buddy, still not doing that,” the woman said as she pulled his hands away from his own neck for what felt like the dozenth time.

“Please!” Soren moaned, bloodied fingers twitching. He didn’t struggle against her hold on his wrists, his training didn’t even let him consider it, but he could beg, and cry, so he did.

“Here,” the driver said, creaking door booming shut behind him as he walked down the concrete steps. “Just let him have it, he’s not going to calm down unless we do.”

“Liam, come on!”

“You come on,” the driver, Liam, shot back, kneeling in front of Soren. Soren hiccupped, turning his head up, praying that this wasn’t some sick trick, that he was actually going to--

Soren sobbed again, this time with relief, and Liam fitted the collar on too loose, so it would move and rub and chafe, but that was okay because at least it was on. Soren’s hands closed around it and he immediately felt so, so much better.

“Maybe we should let Liam handle this.”

“He’s my--”

“Not anymore he isn’t! And Liam’s always been good--”

“--some of us leave? This bunker isn’t exactly large.”

“Quiet down; you’re gonna spook him again!”

The voices clamored over each other, volume rising, and Soren just hiccuped and focused on breathing deep. It was always loud and crowded in the facility, he just thought about breathing, calming down. He was--well, he wasn’t okay, but he could get himself under control.

“Soren?” Liam’s voice cut low and soft through the din, close to Soren, and Soren cracked open his eyes. Liam was broad, with soft fat layered over muscle, like he drove tractors or something (Ren had watched some Hallmark movie about a farm, Liam looked like the love interest). He was attractive, and his voice had a sweet tenor to it.

“Please let me go home,” Soren begged quietly. Liam, out of all the thieves, seemed the most likely to listen to him. He’d given him back his collar. He was treating him gently (Soren was fragile!).

“Buddy, hey, we are, okay? We’re gonna take you home. But I’d like it if you let me explain some things to you first, please?”

Liam stood up off his haunches and sat on the lower bunk of the bunkbed. He patted the old, dusty blanket, indicating Soren should join him. The rest of the bunker had quieted. Soren, not wanting things to get any worse than they already were, did a quick risk analysis. The bed… only Ren… but if he disobeyed, he might get dragged to where they wanted him, so, he got up, and sat down on the hard, lumpy mattress as far away from the rest of them as he could, his back pressed up against the cold and rough concrete.

“Soren,” Liam started, his voice steady and patient in a way that Soren didn’t entirely trust, but he’d proven to be the most trustworthy out of all of them, so Soren maybe could take a little comfort in his tone, “I know you don’t remember us, or, anything, I guess, but we’re friends of yours. You’re in an underground bunker that belongs to Tyler’s uncle. Your name is Soren Greyson and you were kidnapped and forced into being a pet.”

Soren had been kidnapped, alright, but by these people. He knew, in his core, that no one had forced him to be a pet.

“My name is Liam. We met in middle school, we were close friends, even dated for a while. This is Lydia, we also met her in middle school, along with Tyler,” he gestured at the rude man, “and we were also friends with Ren, then.”

Soren couldn’t help but perk up at Ren’s name, his fingers clenching around the collar.

“In high school, we met Emmet, Ingrid, and Nia,” Liam said, gesturing as he said each name, “Then after we graduated, you met Erica in a hardware store and accidentally fell ass backwards into a relationship. You two were dating until very shortly before you were kidnapped.”

The woman he’d allegedly dated, Erica, was the one who’d been trying to get him to breathe while Liam had gotten his collar for him. She was--pretty, Soren guessed, but not as pretty as Ren, and the sight of her stirred no love in him, no memory.

Liam set his palm down on the blanket between him and Soren, looking at Soren with strange and earnest eyes. “We’re going to keep you safe. We’re going to help you regain your memories, somehow, and we’re gonna get your mom over here just as soon as we can get ahold of her.”

Soren grit his teeth, the threat of pain holding his tongue in check. But, well, if these people were such good friends of his, maybe they wouldn’t risk hurting him. “My memories are gone!” he snapped, knuckles white around his collar, “My Processors electrocuted that part of my brain until there wasn’t anything left! Whoever you think I am, he’s gone! And never coming back! Right now, I’m 930-456, a pet, and private property, and you’re all thieves!”

“Soren!” Lydia gasped, the whole room taken aback by his words.

“I don’t have a mom, anymore, I don’t have middle school friends or high school friends or some dumb hardwarestore romance.” The ever present knowledge he’d had, one of the only things that did survive the facility, came forth. “And I know for a fact that even if I did, none of them are looking for me. You’re lying!”

“Soren--” Liam tried, and Soren lifted his hands to his ears, eyes squinting shut. He didn’t want to hear this. Didn’t want to hear any of this.

...Didn’t like how he couldn’t help but feel like they weren’t lying.

There was a hand on his knee. More specifically, just above his knee, the bottom end of his thigh, and it was just… sitting there. And it felt. Not wrong. He liked touch, but this was more than that, this was…

Soren opened his eyes and found Lydia sitting beside him, not looking at him (it was a strange relief, but a big one), her hand just on his knee, oddly and strikingly comforting. Like his body knew the gesture even though his brain had forgotten it. He could feel her callouses against his soft skin.

“Do you… play baseball?” Soren asked, quiet and timid, and felt the heavy weight of everyone’s attention focused on him. But he just looked at Lydia, who turned surprised eyes at him.

“Yes. Yes! Soren, oh my god, yeah,” she said delightedly, her fingers squeezing into his skin, but not in a way that hurt. “See? See, you do remember things! It’s just, buried deep.” She removed her hand, and he found himself missing it, then took his hand between her own. “And we’ll help you, okay, we’ll help you remember.”

“...” Soren was trembling, tears budding up in his eyes again. “I…” He hiccupped, and Liam’s palm came to rest gently on Lydia’s wrist.

“Maybe we should let him rest, a little bit. This has all been… a lot.”

“Okay, but we’re cleaning the cuts,” Erica stated, and the group around her murmured their assent. Except Soren. But he knew it didn’t matter if he agreed or not. She took Liam’s place on the bed, starting with the cuts on Soren’s feet, a bottle of hydrogen peroxide in one hand and a rough, scratchy cloth in the other. It grated against Soren’s skin, against the wounds, and he stared at her.

Had he really been in love with her? It was hard to tell, just based off looks. What about her had made him love her? What about him had made him worth loving, before he’d been trained and fixed and made perfect, perfect for Ren? What would he even have done with her?

He looked across the room, at Liam. He was my first, said some feeling in his gut. First boyfriend, first sexual encounter, first time he felt love, first something, Soren wasn’t sure what, but he knew, with unfounded certainty, that Liam was his first.

“I’m gonna clean your neck, okay? Could you hold your collar in your hands, please?” Erica asked, and Soren reached up to unfasten his own collar, which went against every ounce of training he’d ever had and every desire in his body, but he clenched it with his hands in his lap and tilted his chin up all the same, ignoring the sting and examining the other people.

Tyler made him nervous, but that could just be the head injury talking.

He stared at each one of the others, trying to summon something, anything, but they were perfect strangers to him. Emmet evoked some sort of admiration in him, but that wasn’t like a memory, really, that was just. Some dumb feeling.

At the end of the day, he knew Lydia played baseball and Liam was his first-something, and the rest of them meant nothing to him. He shifted uncomfortably as Erica continued applying the peroxide, and shifted again shortly after, an old spring digging into his ass. This bed was supremely uncomfortable, nothing like the bed back home, where he should be.

He let his thoughts wander, as Erica moved to the other side of his neck. He thought of rushing past these strangers, with their words that made him feel uncertain and unsteady, of running away from this place. In his fantasy, a cop car was parked just outside the little wooded area, and Soren could fling himself at the man (in his mind, the cop was a man, built like Liam, but bigger, heartier, more intimidating) and beg. Tell him that he was stolen property, that he’d been taken in the middle of the night and the thieves were right behind him. He’d radio for backup, like in the movies, and then the strangers would rush out only to realize their mistake, and then they’d be surrounded, and taken away to jail, while Soren would be taken to the police department where his barcoded wrist could be scanned. Ren’s information would be pulled up, and someone would call them, and they’d come get him, and they’d hold him, and pet his hair, and croon over how frightening everything had been and how terrible, and then they’d take him home and he’d never, ever leave again.

Another fantasy, a bad fantasy, warred with it. Of Soren staying here, with these strangers, his life told to him in stories. He’d meet… his mom. Maybe, maybe he’d remember her. And he’d always have to wear long sleeves, but maybe he could go out, and relearn his skills. Move someplace far away and be a regular person, with a family, with friends that he got to talk to. Ren was wonderful to him, but when they weren’t around he did get… lonely…

That was bad, that was bad, all of those were bad thoughts, and he was bad for having them. He’d never had them before! He was good, he was good, he was obedient, in body and mind, in action and in thought, he behaved, he was good, why was his brain going all screwy and bad on him now? He couldn’t know these people, not actually!

Right?

But… they’d said they’d known Ren, that Soren’s melancholy-memory of them could be… real. That they’d known each other in middle school, and that was why Ren’s scent made him, from time to time… feel like he knew them before.

“There, all done,” Erica said, snapping him out of his thoughts.

“Thank you…” Soren said uncertainly, placing his collar back on, tightening it properly, himself. The weight, familiar and comforting, grounded him. It helped keep his mind away from the bad thoughts. He was Ren’s. Nothing else mattered, before was irrelevant. All that mattered was getting home to them. He just had to find the right opportunity.

So he’d play along, until then.

“Can I, rest now?” Soren asked, and Erica smiled sadly at him.

“Yeah, belov--Soren. Yeah, Soren, go to sleep. We’ll be here when you wake up.”

Soren would prefer to wake up in his bed, in his home, to the sound of Ren greeting him, but he didn’t say that. He laid down, still curled tightly in a ball, on the lumpy, musty mattress, and tears stung his eyes again. This was awful. No wonder he’d signed up to be a pet, at least his time at the facility had ended. He couldn’t imagine living like this forever, not after how Ren had treated him.

“I’m gonna head up,” Lydia was saying in hushed tones, “Soren’s mom should be awake now; I want to see if she got my text.”

“I’ll go with,” said one of the other women, and the two ascended the concrete stairs of the bunker. Soren listened to each footstep with three heartbeats in his chest for each. His mom? Coming here? The idea of him having a mom hadn’t impacted him the way the idea of actually seeing her was. He’d meet some woman and she would be his mother. The door, with its creaking metal, unlocked with a shrill screech, and swung open heavily. Soren’s brain immediately switched to wondering how many times he’d have to hear that noise, while he himself remained trapped down here. It made his miserable tears spill over, a soft, muffled sound choked in his throat.

The women shrieked.

Soren curled in on himself as the room exploded into noise, hands over his ears, and squeezed his eyes shut. What new horror was happening now? A monster in the woods? A--

Police man. Grabbing Soren by the wrist and helping him up, bracing his other elbow when he stumbled, starstruck, praying this wasn’t a dream, or if it was, that all of it was. Police were in the bunker, cuffing and dragging out the thieves, and Soren didn’t understand it. He’d hoped--he’d wanted--but he didn’t actually think--how had they found him--so fast???

“S-Sir,” Soren stuttered out, grabbing his sleeve and leaning into him, eyes wide, “Sir, please, I-I’m a pet, please,” Soren lifted his wrist, showing his barcode, “Please, I need to go home, please, please!”

“I know, I know,” the cop said, sounding patiently exasperated. “Come on then, out of the bunker. Your owner’s waiting for you.”

Soren followed eagerly, wishing the cop would move faster, would run, Soren could keep up, he could, he wanted to, anything to get home sooner, to go back to Ren, please, please.

The police cars were flashing bright lights in the fragile light of the dawn, and a news casting van was pulling into the wooded area, too. Soren huddled in close to the man who had a hand on his wrist. He wasn’t like how Soren had fantasized, but that was fine, he was real, and he was going to get Soren home, and he was touching his wrist in a way that was only reassuring, not confusing and maybe-painful like the thieves’.

Then he saw Ren, glaring like they could murder the strangers, their teeth bared as they stared down the criminals being corralled into the cop cars.

“Ren!” Soren cried, breaking the officer’s surprised grip on his wrist, running to them faster than he knew he could run. Ren’s gaze turned to him, surprised, their hair hanging loosely around their jaw like Soren only rarely saw it, still wearing the sweater they wore to bed.

“Soren!” Ren uncrossed their arms and began walking towards him, only to “oof” quietly when Soren did not slow down, flinging himself into them. “Oh, angel, there now, there, this has been so frightening for you hasn’t it?”

The rude one--Tyler--began struggling harder against the cops forcing him into the car. “Let go of him you fucking freak!” he shouted. “Ren! Ren you hear me!? Fucking don’t touch him you sick bastard!”

Ren tutted, a sound Soren associated with mild disappointment. It was only ever directed at him, and he flinched in their arms. “Pet, did you tell them my name?”

Soren’s head spun a little. “I, I, I was, screaming it, when they, when they kidnapped me, I called for you…”

“Oh,” Ren crooned, their palm caressing his cheek. He leaned into it with a deep ache. “Darling, this has been such a terrifying experience for you. But it’s alright now. You’re back where you belong.”

Soren nodded, turning so he could kiss the heel of their palm. “Exalted?”

“Yes, pet?”

“They, they said… that, they knew me. Before. That they knew you, a-and that’s why they know your name.”

“Is that what they told you?” Ren said derisively, snorting a little. Soren blinked, and then melted. Of course. Of course.

“They were lying,” Soren breathed out, relieved.

“My angel,” Ren murmured, petting at his hair, “Obviously they lied to you. You’re mind is vulnerable, and those nasty thieves took advantage of that the first moment they could.” Ren kissed his forehead, and after Soren pressed his face into their shoulder, blacking out the lights and the dawn and the movement all around him. “They made you confused, told you strange stories while you were disoriented and primed to be taken advantage of. But it’s alright, Soren, I’m here now, I’ll keep your little head on right.” Their fingers carded through his hair, tugging at bloody tangles before the strands slipped through their fingers entirely. “You just listen to me, and no one else. You don’t need to listen to any voice but mine.”

“Thank you, Exalted, thank you,” Soren murmured. And with his face pressed to Ren’s chest, the smell of their sweater in his nose, he felt again that strange melancholy. “E-Exalted?”

“Yes, baby?”

“They, I--a-after they told me, about, um, th-the lies, I got… weird. Um, memories?”

Ren clicked their tongue. “Didn’t those fools at the training facility warn you that you’d get false memories from time to time?”

Oh! “O-oh, yes, they, they did. I, I forgot, s-since, I n-never got them, before.”

Ren chuckled beneath his face, and he looked up at them, then closed his eyes while Ren pet the side of his face, the half that hadn’t been elbowed, pushing his hair out of his eyes. “You’re such a perfect pet, Soren.” The hand on his face suddenly gripped him by the ear, making him flinch and whine. “You didn’t go with them willingly, did you? Even when they lied to you?”

“No!” Soren cried, gripping their sweater desperately, tears stinging his eyes anew. “No Exalted, no, never, never, I never would have run, please, no, never, I wouldn’t, I wouldn’t!”

Just as quickly, Ren returned to petting him. “That’s right. You’re my good little Soren, you’d never leave me,” Ren murmured, almost as though to themself.

Soren nodded. “C-can I, ask for reassurance, on, on one more thing, that confuses me?”

“Ask as many questions as you like, angel, I’m right here to tell you everything you need to know,” Ren crooned, placid as still waters.

“I, I get, f-f-fake memories, of, um, you, too. Sometimes, it, it feels like I did know you, b--”

“Excuse me! Excuse me, ma’am!” a newslady called, jogging over to Ren and Soren, microphone in her hand.

“Not a ma’am,” Ren said idly, arms slipping easily around Soren’s back as they turned to face her, pulling him in close to their chest. He pressed up against them, eyeing this new threat.

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Just a tiny misunderstanding

This is for @sugarglider9603‘s monster pat AU, people have been tossing around this idea of Virgil accidentally marrying Roman for awhile now and I could not help myself. I have been writing this for two days now, sorry if there are any grammar mistakes.

And thank you sugar for answering my asks about the au, and @broadwaytheanimatedseries thank you for telling me about the lore and different things about the universe. I hope you both enjoy.

Also I’m gonna post this on my ao3 of the same name so don’t freak if you see it there.

(also I based the fae marriage thing on how the Greeks used to propose cause I’m a nerd)

((Also also Roman’s mothers names are based off of names from the Victorian era cause why not))

Word count: 8,124

Honestly Virgil wasn’t sure what he’d done wrong, he wracked his brain to think but honestly, there was nothing. The only thing that he’d done that could have been of some concern was when he was hanging with Roman he tossed him an apple and had misjudged the space thus hitting the other in the face. But that was an accident and Roman didn’t really seem hurt.

That’s Fae magic for you, his only response was to grin widely and kiss Virgil passionately. A strange form of reassurance but Roman had been and reacted weirder so Virgil had tried to brush it off. But over the next few weeks he was acting…

Strange

Not in a bad way, but he was more affectionate and…

More protective?

Virgil couldn’t be certain about that one though that was until.

“Your fairy prince is acting unusually,” Logan commented hardly looking up from his book. It was a formal title for Virgil’s boyfriend, but it was far less formal than it used to be.

The statement, however, sent a small shock of panic through Virgil’s system, if Logan had noticed to then…

“Care to explain that statement, Lo?” Virgil asked fear encroaching on his mood, but he only let frustration taint his voice.

Logan saw right through it, he sat up straighter in his chair, placed his bookmark (a woven charm from Patton) into his book (again from the kind-hearted giant) and spoke again, however his voice was much softer like he was afraid of spooking Virgil. Like Virgil was a deer in the woods that needed to be coaxed.

“I’m sensing you noticed it too?” Logan asked though he wasn’t great at reading other peoples emotions he’d known Virgil for almost all of his life.

Virgil sighed and collapsed on Logan’s lap rather dramatically (what could he say Roman was rubbing off on him) his back leaning on the armrests.” Don’t get me wrong I appreciate all of the extra affection he’s giving me… but,” Virgil furrowed his brow remembering the other night.

They’d just finished, well a rather heavy make-out session, they hadn’t gone much farther but they both were certainly on an emotional high. Then Roman had looked out, to the side just beyond Virgil, he’d gone to follow his gaze but the other took his cheek gently in his warm hand,” don’t worry about it love,” the way he said it sent a shiver down Virgil’s spine, that someone so powerful would care for him so much. But there was an underlayer there, something under his affection that he couldn’t quite place.

Which was fair the other wasn’t quite human, so of course, his expressions would be different than Virgil was accustomed to, but this was one he’d never seen before. It was almost guarded, but then it was gone and Roman was asking if Virgil wanted to cuddle and watch a magic projection.

Virgil of course agreed, the system of crystals that the fair people had that could broadcast moving images that told stories was breathtaking to the dark man, it wasn’t anything like human’s modern technology.

“Virge? Virgil?” Logan was shaking his shoulder.

Virgil was on the floor now and Logan was kneeled in front of him, his brows furrowed as he gently shook the younger male.

“Huh?” Virgil was dazed the dregs of the memory still pulling him in, and there was something…

Something there in the corner of the room.

“You weren’t responding, you appeared to be, ah, spacing out.” Logan spoke his normally restrained tone painted ever so slightly with a thin coat of concern.

Virgil blinked further pushing himself out of the memory, he also tore his gaze from the spot he’d been staring at blankly, there was nothing there anyways,” had I?” the blue-clad man nodded,” sorry L, it’s just,” he chewed his lip back and forth playing with the muscle nervously trying to calm himself. “It’s just that roman is starting to worry me.”

Logan made a face,” if he’s threate-“

“No nonono!” Virgil cut him off frantically, he didn’t want his friend to enter what he’d dubbed, the mama bear mode,” if anything he’s been much more affectionate than normal, almost like he’s making up for something. And he’s always so tense, and even when we’re cuddling it’s like he’s waiting for something,” Virgil felt ill at the thought a pressure rising in his throat at what could cause his boyfriend to be…

“It’s almost like, he’s scared…” Virgil’s voice was small.

Logan nodded,” well perhaps there is some sort of fae event going on currently, perhaps he is just nervous,” Logan offered,” to be far he does participate in the fae equivalent of professional make-believe perhaps that is what has put him on edge.”

Virgil shook his head, he wasn’t looking Logan in the eye anymore the overwhelming sensation that he was going to throw up was tangent and pushing in on all sides now. “He doesn’t have a performance coming up, and that’s different, he’s always,” Virgil searched around the room eyes flitting from corner to corner as he tried to find the words,” more collected. I don’t know.”

Virgil’s voice cracked at the last three words; he’d been really trying to figure out what was wrong. But every time he asked Roman managed to distract him or change the subject. Did he hate him now? Was he being overly affectionate to make up for the fact that he was going to break up with him soon? Was he-

“Virgil,” His friend made a face, his perfectly pushed back hair falling out of place slightly,” in for four Virge,” he said calmly.

The dark clad man was already hyperventilating he hadn’t even noticed he was so busy trying to figure out what was wrong with his boyfriend that he was hardly able to focus. His sweaty hands were balled up clenching his tattered cloak the familiar coarse fabric bringing him to reality a little bit.

But still the worried thoughts dumped on him like a snowstorm, kicking up occasionally appearing to get lighter but then the heaviness was there again, thick, cloying and sticky, not leaving and chilling him to his core. His head felt like it was being squeezed he couldn’t leave, and he felt like he was watching a stranger in a daze.

Logan’s soft words filtered in and out of his warped pained reality, it was like his ears were an out of tuned radio struggling to stay connected and pick up a signal.

Thoughts blurred…

Was Virgil even breathing? He felt constricted and hot and like he was gasping for breath like a snake was constricting on his lungs.

What was that voice?

Who was there?

Why were they helping him?

His focused on the sounds of the voice, it finally registered, that was his best friend. And slowly his breathing slowed a little and the violent feeling that he was going to throw up subsided a little.

Once he’d finally managed to school his breathing again Logan was still going through his breathing exercise count.

They were silent for a moment, nothing exchanged between the pair as Logan allowed him to catch his breath,” I am going to get Roman,” Logan said.

Virgil was frantic again,” what no what if someone in the village sees him? What if the others fre-“

The other put up a hand to stop him his dark brown eyes swirled with concern,” one,” he raised a finger,” this house,” he gestured around for emphasis,” is just around the edge of the monster forest, nearly outside of the main radius of the village.”

That made sense to Virgil, he couldn’t really argue with it, his and Logan’s houses were both on the outskirts of the human civilization. Virgil for his anxiety and natural skittishness around others, and Logan because he enjoyed the quiet that then allowed him to do his work. Not to mention no matter anyone’s opinions on monsters and whether they were good or not very few ventured into the forest.

“-econdly,” Virgil hadn’t heard most of the others statement for the first one. Damn it he’d spaced out again, what was with him this afternoon he kept looking into that corner of the room and getting so damn distracted. “Our village was one of the first ones to agree to a tentative peace deal with the monsters under the rulers Joan and Tayln’s behest. This is one of the most open-minded villages to be a part of. No one will attack him.” Logan smirked,” besides most people are afraid of the fae it’s hardly likely they will even have the courage to speak to him to realize he’s far too dramatic and good-willed to actually hurt anyone.”

Virgil chuckled a little,” he is a dork,” he smiled fondly the sentiment loud and clear despite the fact that he hadn’t said it.

His dork.

Logan stood up and brushed off his pants and shirt,” now if you excuse me, I will go fetch his royal pain in the ass and you two will sort out your drama or so help me.”

Virgil nodded, “thanks Logan,” he smiled.

The other nodded and in the next few moments, he was out of the house, the door closing with a soft click. And like that Virgil was left alone in Logan’s house, the sound of a soft fire crackling merrily his only true company.

Virgil eventually stood up his knees creaking slightly in protest, his bones tired from sitting in the same position so long. He stretched his back out arms extended outwards, he slouched over immediately afterwards his back falling into its normal slump.

He needed to do something with himself, something that would take a few moments and free up his mind a little bit from its thoughts.

But what?

He scanned his best friends home searching frantically for something to distract him, he didn’t understand Logan’s collection of crystals. And frankly he was scared to fiddle with them, he’d never been particularly interested in Logan’s books. Even the ones written by Patton bored him. It wasn’t that he didn’t understand. He and Logan had been some of the smartest kids at school, but academia was not something that interested him. And the second he was allowed to he dumped any tolerance he may have had for it.

His gaze flitted to the kitchen, there were pots and pans, and

A tea kettle.

Virgil was up in an instant busying himself with the actions of filling the kettle, setting up three cups and preparing three separate teas. The loose leaves piled in the bottom. Now all that was left for him to do was wait, the soft rumbling of the slow simmering water being a soft comfort.

But his nervous gaze was already searching, around the room some and he searched for some form of entertainment. Again, the crystals were out of the picture, some had enchantments, and others were attached to a system of wires that Virgil didn’t trust his luck to try to tamper with.

The tall bookcases were all filled with research notes, there was only one shelf that Logan had that wasn’t strictly non-fiction. However, even then those were scribed oral folktales that their village had been passing down for generations. Virgil could mess with the fire or cuddle up to the heating stone, but his mind was racing far to fast for that.

Again his gaze snagged on that damn corner, Logan’s house was one of a simple and efficient layout, the kitchen, main entertainment area, and dining room (well it was intended to be a dining room but Logan had long since converted it into a lab and office combo) were all one space divided by small half walls pillars and furniture, the only real rooms were Logan’s bedroom and Bathroom. And there in the far-off corner closest to a window was something.

He couldn’t really see anything at first, but it eventually grew more prominent as he stared on, it was like a mirage in the distance, a distortion from the heat, something intangible and uncertain. In a daze, Virgil stepped forward trying to get a better look at the strange corner.

The house plant in the corner was, well it looked like it was waving, it was akin to when you looked through bubbles but there was no shine just distortion.

Shaky step after shaky step Virgil was feeling his thoughts start to melt away and a soft warbly kind voice was speaking to him.

At first, it was unintelligible, just syllables and letters he was aware of almost as if his head was underwater, but slowly the words grew clearer, as he stepped closer.

He p

Wee wa t he p

Fo ow s

Follo

We want to help

Yeah, that sounded reasonable to Virgil for some reason, there was a small worry in the back of his skull, jiggling around something that sounded an awful lot like Logan trying to supply him with information, but his mind was in a daze.

Wil-o’-the-wisp.

The voice told him firmly and helpfully. They were guiding lights, some benevolent, some cruel. And that voice that was supplying the information about them told him not to follow. That it was foolish. But the rest of his mind felt like it was submerged.

Let us help you.

Virgil was tentative that last string of common sense telling him to not listen, telling him to run in the opposite direction. And he almost tugged himself via that string… but then, they said all the needed too.

Answers about Roman

And like that, they had the scissors that they’d needed to cut his link to reality. He was moving forward and was almost within arms reach of the wisp.

It popped out of existence and then it was by the window, the sound of there whispers was drowning it was almost like a shrill loud whistle, it kept his thoughts from functioning and their magic had him ensnared.

Like a fly in a spiders web, he did exactly what it wanted, he opened the large window, an idle thought to close it behind him was there for only a moment but it was quickly abandoned as the honeyed words of promises led him closer and closer to the spider's den.

“You left him at your house alone!?” Roman asked concern lacing his normally regal tone.

Logan’s brow furrowed,” yes what is the matter, Roman? This is exactly why I came to ask you to talk to him. He has been very concerned and your acti-“

Roman was stepping back running forward his wings flapping, he was five feet away almost in the air when Logan jolted realizing the other’s actions were strange. “Roman!” he bellowed as he ran after him.

He’d never quite trusted the fae and this was not helping his case. He wanted to trust the fae, for Virgil, but every time he did the man did something foolish or reckless, or just without any common sense. It was like for him logic was metaphorically thrown out the window. Logan loathed such a thought, he ran after the prince his breath growing labored, “Roman!” he shouted. “Wait just on mome-“

Harsh pressure was digging into his upper arms, and the ground was falling away. A scream ripped out of Logan’s chest as he swung his feet violently, his hands covering his eyes. He’d been comfortable with Patton picking him up, the others large warm hands always stabilized him, and made him feel safe. But this was not safe, Romans hands were warm yes but not the comforting warmth of his Patton. They were long thin spindly fingers and it almost felt like a bird had grasped him.

Logan was swearing up and down his normally low voice a breathless shriek.

Roman apologized but he left it at that until they were descending on Logan’s front lawn.

“What the” Logan took in a few breaths schooling his words and expression,” why Roman?” he asked teeth gritted as he tried to calm his seizing respiratory system.

The prince was shushing him holding a hand to his ear,” do you hear that?” Roman asked with a faint whisper.

“Hear what?” Logan asked voice at a normal tone.

Roman stepped forward and with a quick flash of red magic, he unlocked Logan’s front door and entered his home. Then Logan could hear it: the loud shrill shriek of his tea kettle screaming through the small house. It was a deafening noise in the otherwise silent home.

Roman was moving through the house frantically examining the rooms, his eyes flashed a glowing red a few times. The smell of oranges, nutmeg, and sandalwood, which were the familiar smell of Roman’s magic wafted through the entire house as Roman seemed to perceive something that Logan couldn’t, and a disconcerting growl escaped deep from his chest.

He took the kettle off of the hot eye a puzzled expression flitting across his face, but then he sized up the teacups and he seemed to be putting together something that Logan couldn’t.

“Roman?” Logan asked he was wrenched with worry his stomach tied in knots and fear was threatening to engulf him.

He’d noticed that Virgil was gone, how could he not, the window was wide open chilling his house with the late fall air and the tea kettle had been screaming only moments before. And Romans actions were not helping with the thick foreboding air that had descended on Logan’s small home. Logan was normally so calm, so collected, he normally put on this front, this air that he couldn’t be affected, but this rattled that like an earthquake to a shabby but well-presented hut.

Roman didn’t respond he was muttering in a language that Logan could not understand and a small flicking blue light that he couldn’t focus on for longer than a few seconds was hovering right by the prince. He continued in a language that Logan could not understand the prince was yelling, shouting something. And while he couldn’t decipher the words, he understood that it was filled with rage and disbelief.

The wispy creature, a wil-o’- the-wisp if Logan was correct (And if he was that thought chilled him to the bone) continued to talk to Roman for what felt like an eternity, and then it vanished, just a pop and it was gone.

“Roman?” he called out again in concern.

Roman jumped he looked over the human a few times, it was like he’d forgotten about him,” Wait here,” he begged.

“If I don’t?” Logan asked the tone catching him off guard.

A sorrowful expression, that’s all Logan could describe of the others face,” then I’ll have to make you stay,” the hollow way he said it, it wasn’t a threat it wasn’t even a promise, it was a regret.

“I’ll stay,” Logan whispered.

Roman nodded the thanks apparent in the motion,” I-I’ll be back.” He walked to the front door before stepping back,” I’ll tell Patton to come over so you’re not alone,” And with that he left Logan alone in the house.

Half thoughts and words were starting to swirl in Virgil’s head again, the blank nothingness that had encompassed his being was fading away, and he was shockingly aware that he was alone in the forest in the center of a damned fairy circle. This was not Romans circle though; this one was circled with entirely different plants and flowers than Romans. Suddenly there was a flash and a tall woman appeared before him.

She was breathtaking, if Virgil wasn’t as gay as they came, he’d probably be taken with her. She like most fair people looked like she could be both 20 and 60 aged and ageless. Virgil realized as the last dregs of the wisp magic faded just how lucky he was that he’d stumbled into Roman’s circle instead of this one all that time ago. Roman looked like a man. A stunning breathtaking man that also looked like a piece of artwork, but except for a few things he looked relatively normal.

This woman, however, defined otherworldly, she looked like she brought definition and weight to the scared whispered folklore of Virgil’s childhood.

The lady spoke, but Virgil didn’t understand the language, she paused and swapped to another. She continued in a few others before Virgil spoke up.

“H…h-hello,” he made a gesture with his hand that might have been intended to be a wave, but he wasn’t quite sure himself.

“Hello,” she paused before smiling,” Anxiety, I believe my son calls you?”

Virgil must have made a face, but he couldn’t be sure his heart was beating so loudly he couldn’t think. None the less she supplied an answer,” Roman,” Virgil nodded now in understanding.

The smile was wider,” you’re so cute I could eat you up!” she exclaimed.

Virgil whimpered, he’d heard that phrase before, from humans and even Patton but this woman, he wasn’t sure of her intentions, regardless of who’s mother she claimed to be. Virgil wrapped his arms around himself hiding them under the cloak so that he could grip his hands around his iron daggers.

Maybe it was a little distasteful to have iron weapons when you had a boyfriend whose main weakness was said weapons and almost those alone, but Virgil liked to think about it as protection in case Roman couldn’t protect him. He didn’t draw them out yet however, the fae were powerful beings with important laws that dictated their magic. If he were to draw a weapon, she’d have grounds to use it against him.

He may be in her territory but because of the circumstances, the law of the fair people might just allow him safety for a bit longer. He just had to watch his next few actions carefully and not offend her.

“Now I know you’re a little skittish but me and my wife have been dying to meet you and Roman has refused to bring you along.”

She said it all in a way that reminded Virgil of his own mother (well it reminded him of the few memories he had of her),” can you believe that? Won’t bring you to meet his own mothers,” she said it was such an air it was familiar enough to Roman’s dramatics that Virgil was relaxing slightly, his grasp on the blades slightly looser, but the grip was tighter in an instant.

He couldn’t be tricked by them even if they were Roman’s parents. The woman walked forward her hands held outwards dramatically,” just so you know there is no funny business, I’m going to take you to my home for tea with my wife.”

Virgil made a noise of protest his hands moving off of his daggers in shock as she put both hands on his shoulders and there was a flash of magic that dragged with it the smell ginger, and a fruity smell he couldn’t place.

Roman was terrified, the second he’d spoken to that wisp he knew that it was one of the chaotic ones, it had chirped off gleefully that it had directed his sweet anxiety to another fae, and not just any other fae his mothers. Gods that made him nervous, if his mothers talked to him? The anxious butterflies that were only caused by his sweet husband were starting to tear up his stomach.

Husband.

If that word didn’t stir up a lot of emotions in him. He was glad that it was Anxiety how had taken the step, he’d long since learned not to push the dark clad man. And he absolutely adores the idea of spending forever with him, but they’d not been dating for that long and had known each other for barely much longer. The commitment of it was terrifying, he barely felt ready for it. But he couldn’t tell the other, not after he’d been so courageous to do so, not after he’d been so bold when he was normally so, well, anxious.

“Roman!” A peppy voice called out.

He looked down, oh it was Patton, good because he didn’t want to make another stop or to search for him,” can you go to Logan house and stay with him something is going on and I told him I’d send you over.”

“Is he okay?” Patton asked his pointy ears tilting down.

Roman was already looking off in the distance,” oh, yes he’s fine, I just uh my mothers, uh, Anxiety, I gotta go.”

Patton nodded and began the trek to the scholar’s home.

The prince hardly thought as he made the trip to his mothers’ home, his all-encompassing thoughts were:

Get to Anxiety

Make sure he wasn’t having a panic attack

Protect him.

His mothers had never really been part of the human hunts that so many of their elite fae peers had been a part of, they were ahead of their time in that aspect. But they’d also never interacted with humans directly, their circle was too deep in the forest; when the peace treaties were sent by the two human rulers the messengers ended up finding Roman instead. Which was fine his mothers’ didn’t find an offense to that they enjoyed their seclusion, but they didn’t understand humans’ limits, they didn’t-

Roman’s stomach churned at the thought, if they exposed him too much to certain magics, he might fall ill, that was a mistake they’d fallen upon a few months back. The human vessel just wasn’t durable, it was fragile and as strong as his beloved was, he still was limited. Roman’s stomach felt much like it had a mind of its own crawling up his throat, Anxiety had iron daggers. He hid them from Roman and tried not to show them to him.

But none the less Roman knew about them, how could he forget when anxiety had pulled them against him at their first meeting. A guarded man like him, of course, had weapons, and considering that he had to fight from an early age to survive Roman didn’t care, Anxiety would never hurt him, and considering how much power he had he couldn’t blame him if maybe Anxiety just wanted something to make him feel safe.

But if Anxiety got scared he might pull them on his mothers, and then, then Roman’s mothers might get offended and his mothers were forces to be reckoned with when they were offended.

Before the prince knew it he was at his mothers’ cottage, they did have a castle but they often stayed in the cottage for comfort, and from what Roman had told them they knew that Anxiety had a nervous disposition and was prone to getting scared easily.

Roman threw the door open to the main entertainment space,” Mother! Mama!” he shouted,” were is he!”

Virgil was quite nervous there were two very powerful fairy queens attending to him handing him food and drinks and talking to him. The taller very muscular one, the one that had greeted him in the clearing was sat on a chaise. She’d greeted herself as Ada after they’d gotten into the fairy realm. Once she had directed him into the home she was covered with a bright flash of warm light and her appearance fell. She was still beautiful, still had terrifying pointy teeth but she looked far more human. She still had the pointed ears and the face and body markings that denoted she was something else but the aura she had before faded away.

As it did she apologized informing him that she still had to keep up appearances and if she startled him it wasn’t her intent.

And the other slightly shorter one was sitting in a wood carved chair that was decorated with the most dramatic curls and delicate flower petals. She was also beautiful, she had a round large nose and big expressive eyes, but they were lined with dramatic face markings and makeup. She was kind of adorable in a strange sense, very round and huggable, but there was something behind her eyes that told Virgil that he should still be weary of her.

And they were doting on one another, they threw soft actions and kisses at one another like he and Roman threw nicknames and cuddles.

“I-is it safe to eat or drink this? Uh- your majesties?” Virgil asked the women holding a sandwich nervously.

The shorter one smiled,” Oh our roman got himself a clever one, didn’t he?” she asked looking up at her wife,” he even makes sure the food won’t trap him!” she preened. “also call me Evangeline, your majesty sounds so formal! And we're practically family!” she smiled at him.

The other woman smiled,” anxiety how did you meet our son?”

Virgil chuckled,” I sort of fell into his fairy circle after getting lost.”

“Why were you lost?” Evangeline asked. “Also, yes you can eat the food we have no intent on trapping you.”

Virgil ducked his head,” well human’s don’t have the best perception of monsters and my best friend was dating Patton-“

“Oh,” Ada cut in,” the giant boy? He’s a friend of Roman’s.”

Virgil nodded,” well I didn’t know Patton was a cool person yet, and I was scared cause all I had been taught was to fear monsters and because I didn’t know how to react I tried to walk home but I’d never been in that section of the forest before and after hours of wandering I fell down a small cliff and into the circle.”

The two women nodded in sympathy,” our raisings were much of the same,” Evangeline added on,” don’t trust the humans don’t talk to them the normal nonsense.”

Ada nodded,” we’re very eager however for this promised new era of peace between us and the humans, the royal Joan and Talyn have only been able to extend to us informal treaties, but we understand it’s tough to erase the years of misunderstandings on our end as well.”

Virgil nodded his arm that had been under his cloak was loose around the hilt almost in a resting state. He picked up his teacup and took a tentative sip. It was a nice spiced blend with just enough sweetener, it was one of the best teas he’d ever tasted.

Suddenly the door was being busted down and the sound of Roman shouting was filling the room.

Logan was pacing up and down up and down, he wanted to follow the fae prince get answers, but something had rattled him and if that were the case then it could be nothing good. Logan’s floor was no doubt being rubbed down from the pacing the varnish slowly getting removed. But Virgil was out there having probably been swept away by the wisps. The situation did not lend itself to, particularly pleasant thoughts.

There was a slight shaking of the ground, Logan’s heart skipped a beat, he knew that thudding rhythm, he flung the door open. Patton wasn’t far away just at the edge of the forest only a few dozen feet from Logan’s house. Logan ran forward the jumped up into Patton’s arms. Patton scooped him up in his arms the warm embrace surrounding Logan and calming his thoughts.

He was able to think more logically now, his thoughts slowly organizing as Patton kissed his forehead,” you okay Lo-lo?” he asked his voice a low rumble.

Logan nodded,” better now, do you understand what’s going on?” he asked.

Patton smiled,” let’s get in your house first and I’ll tell you while we cuddle.” He said stepping forward putting Logan down on the grass gently

“Do you have a potion on you or do I need to grab one from my stash?” he asked, unfortunately his house was far too small for his boyfriend so he had to drink a shrinking potion, both so he could fit for them to cuddle, and so Patton didn’t draw any un-needed attention. While their village was one of the more open-minded, there still were hunters that passed by.

He shook his head nuzzling into Logan’s side,” I don’t have one on me no.”

“I’ll go grab one,” Logan left a soft kiss on Patton’s knuckle.

Patton chuckled at the soft gesture, Logan was only in the house for a second his crate of the potion was right by the door and in a moment Patton was shrinking.

For some reason, maybe it was just the ingredient ratio, whenever Patton took the shrinking potion he was shrunk, thankfully with his clothes, down to a height shorter by just a few inches than Logan. Patton wasn’t holding back anymore he was running forward jumping into Logan’s arms a kiss a whisper away.

He was only a hair away, that question in the air as Logan held him up under his thighs, Logan vanished the remaining distance surging forward. Patton’s tail was wrapped around Logan’s leg , he smiled into the kiss and he could feel the other smiling back as he stumbled into the house eyes closed.

They were chuckling into each other's lips, Logan raised a hand to Patton’s face, he backed away catching his breath. “I love you,” Patton whispered.

“I love you too,” Logan returned the sentiment. He backed away though reality returning to him.

“You’re worried about him aren’t you?” Patton asked.

“Roman told you what was going on?” Logan searched Patton’s face as if he was trying to find an answer.

Patton’s expression was soft,” yeah he told me a little bit, enough that I could gather that his moms had basically kidnapped Virgil.”

“They won’t hurt him right?”

Patton shook his head,” Nah,” he plopped down on Logan’s bed. Logan sat next to him and began to play with his soft hair,” Roman’s just a little bit worried because he doesn’t want his moms to talk to his husband.”

Logan sputtered,” when did they get married!? Why wasn’t I invited to the wedding!”

“Wedding?” Patton asked,” they got a fae marriage.”

“What does that entail? And why didn’t Virgil tell me?!” Logan was standing now Patton’s head falling from his lap and onto the bed.

“Lo-lo,” Patton sat up and wrapped his arms around his lover,” I’m sure there’s a good reason he didn’t tell you. I didn’t even go, apparently, Roman was really caught off guard about it. It hit him in the face so to speak,” Patton chuckled.

“Hit him in the? Patton dear I’m lost what are you talking about?”

“Virgil threw an apple at him and it hit him in the face.”

Logan was blinking taken aback,” apple?” he paused his mind trying to add two and two,” do you mean to tell me that a fae proposal is throwing an apple at your lover?”

“No, that’s the marriage.”

Logan was silent, he was at a loss for words the way Patton said it, so nonchalantly,” okay, you got me, dear, I almost believed you.” It was a good joke, Logan had to admit, that something so mundane something that humans do literally all the time could have such weight attached to it.

Patton’s expression remained serious,” is this not the same for human culture?”

Logan shook his head,” of course not that would be ridiculous, if it were then me and Virgil playing catch with apples as kids would make us married ten times over.”

Patton covered his mouth with his hands,” this means that for Virgil he’s been put into a marriage with Roman for two months that he doesn’t even know about! He hasn’t even told Roman his name yet!”

Logan nodded part of him found some humor in this and eventually he would tease Virgil about this but for the moment being, “I do not believe that this will go ideally, most likely Virgil is going to panic.”

“It’ll work out,” Patton said nuzzling into the scholar's neck pulling him onto the bed,” Roman revealed to me that them being married made him uneasy since they hadn’t been dating that long but he was under the impression that it was what Virgil wanted.”

Logan groaned chuckling all the same,” they are fools sometimes but at least Roman is not being reckless by desiring to marry a man he when he doesn’t even know his name.”

Patton sighed,” I’ll be glad when Virgil finally tells Roman his name, it gets confusing sometimes to keep straight what I’m supposed to call him.”

“I agree, but it is a big step for him, he doesn't want to just tell him he wants to give it to him.”

Patton sat up,” give it to him? Does he know how big of a deal that is?”

Logan nodded, once he and Patton had introduced themselves, they had said ‘you may call me’ it was subtle but very deliberate. They couldn’t have it used against them because of very careful wording, not that Roman would but it was good practice to measure one’s words exactingly near the fae.

“Virgil is very aware, he’s wanted to tell him for a while, but he keeps getting frightened, not that I can blame him it is a rather large step in their relationship.”

Patton snorted,” Bigger than accidental marriage?”

“Yes, well,” Logan was chuckling too,” biggest intentional step then.”

They were laughing now holding one another in each other’s arms just enjoying each other’s company. Logan felt calm and at peace, it wasn’t very often that his mind could be calmed, a good book, some fascinating research, those did the trick for a while, but nothing really relaxed him like his boyfriend.

Patton was swirling patterns onto his arm eyes closed, Logan took in the sight. His soft turquoise almost star-studded fur, his slight under bite. His round nose and glasses

All perfect.

Logan raised a hand an lightly brushed his thump on Patton’s cheek, the other opened his blue eyes lazily. They looked like perfectly cut crystals to Logan, magnified perfectly by his slightly askew glasses.

“Do you ever think about it?” Patton asked softly his purr vibrating loudly in the cold tinted fall air.

Leaning into the hand his own still idly drawing swirls and patterns into the others dark skin.

“Think about what?” Logan asked his heart melting at the way Patton’s face squished into his hand.

Patton was quiet for a moment, Logan almost thought he fell asleep, but his eyes were open again and his words were tentative and soft,” us, one day, getting married?”

Logan’s heartbeat went up to levels that probably put him at risk of a heart attack,” I-I,” he stuttered his mind reeling from the idea. He’d never actually thought about it, he was always so caught up in the moment that honestly, a future was intangible. But hearing that right then,” I am now,” he admitted sheepishly.

“And?” Patton asked voice soft and gentle as he snuggled closer to the scholar.

Logan swallowed his pooling spit and collected his thoughts,” I am not opposed to it, but I am nervous.”

Patton turned his head slightly a brow softly quirked the question in the air,” it is just that, Human’s right now are turning finally to see that just because you’re monsters it doesn’t make you inherently evil, and I will admit the thought of those few that won’t listen to reason scares me.”

Patton grumbled lowly,” well I won't ever let them hurt you Lo-lo.” Patton hugged him close nuzzling his face into Logan’s chest.

“That is not what I am afraid of,” Logan ran his hand through the other's hair, he accidentally bumped his hand into the base of Patton’s antlers. They were just as soft as the rest of him. “I’m afraid of what they will do to you,” Logan admitted not much louder than a whisper. But the words might as well have been a shout.

Patton detangled himself from Logan,” It won’t happen,” Logan went to speak unwanted tears forming in his eyes,” No,” Patton cut him off,” sweetheart listen, it won’t happen. We’re friends with the next in line of the fae royalty, and we know people with direct connections to the human throne, we’re safe.”

Patton grabbed Logan’s hand which was still pinned under his face, he held Logan’s hand to his heart,” I’m safe.”

Roman scanned the room and there closest to the door was Anxiety, he scanned him up and down nervously. One hand was out of his cloak that was good, but the other was in it, no doubt wrapped around the hilt of his dagger.

“R-roman,” Anxiety said, his face relaxing slightly.

Roman put a hand to his husband’s face, Anxiety leaned in ever so slightly,” are you alright my love, no panic attacks?” he asked his red tinted brown eyes scanning his fae for every expression and microexpression he could.

Anxiety smirked,” I’m fine princey, just a little surprised, it’s not every day you get magically kidnapped by fae royalty.”

Roman looked down ashamed,” I supposed that might be my fault, they’ve wanted to meet you for a while now and you’d think they’d have the patience to wait but no,” he looked up at them and shot them a look.

“They did seem eager to meet me yes,” Anxiety agreed, nerves still an undercurrent to his tone but his tone was as calm as it’d been since Roman had heard him that afternoon.

Roman’s mama clapped her hands,” well if you’re done modeling after your mother and being overdramatic,” Roman’s mother made an offended noise, Anxiety made a near-silent chuckle,” we were just about to show your husband your baby portraits.”

“WhAt!” Anxiety shouted his face red as he stood up.

The three fae looked at him bewildered,” is there some sort of human taboo against showing newlyweds one another’s baby portraits?” his mother asked in concern. It was a fair question one he himself was actually wondering now considering his husbands panic.

“I-I no, we,” Anxiety was looking between all three,” married? When?”

Roman studied him carefully, did he hit his head? Had the magic from traveling between realms altered his memories. Roman stepped closer,” are you okay, love?” he put a hand on the others forehead,” are you feeling unwell?”

Anxiety’s eyes were filled with fear and confusion as he looked frantically around. “Hey, hey, hey,” Roman repeated himself a few times,” what’s the matter? Anx dearest,” Roman spoke carefully after he waited for the other to breathe for a moment,” are you alright?”

Anxiety looked up panic still splayed on his face but he was already attempting to cover it up with his normal disinterested expression,” s-since when were we married?!”

“When you threw that apple at me?” Roman said confused.

This deepened Anxiety’s troubled expression,” humans,” his eyes darted to Roman’s mothers. “we, it’s not, I didn’t. besidesIhityouinthefacethat’shardlyromantic!” Anxiety looked over at the two women,” not that I wouldn’t but we just,” he looked back at roman,” we haven’t been dating that lo-“ his voice died in his throat as he gestured wildly trying to explain himself.

“Oh,” Roman said softly as he added it together,” Oh!” he exclaimed hitting himself in the head,” I’m sorry Anxiety I completely forgot humans have different customs.”

Anxiety’s rapid breathing slowed,” you’re not mad at me?”

Roman shook his head, at that moment however his mother decided it would be the perfect moment to speak up,” you-you’re not married?”

Virgil was jumping up again he’d seemed to have only for a moment forgotten about the two women,” no- not that I would- I just- it just- humans don’t normally- after such a- a short period of time.”

Roman was elated, Anxiety didn’t want to get married just yet either, part of him felt bad for feeling relieved but he was glad that they were still on the same page relationship-wise. “Well then,” Roman spoke up,” Mother, mama, this is my boyfriend.”

Anxiety smiled at Roman a soft look in his eyes, they’d have to talk more later but for now, they had Roman’s mothers to talk to.

“So, baby portraits?” his mama asked, perhaps she was trying to smooth over the afternoon, but there was a glimmer of something in her eyes that definitely suggested otherwise.

“Mama!”

“So, humans have an exchange of rings and a huge party?” Roman asked a slight bit of excitement peeking through his voice.

Virgil giggled at his boyfriend, his reaction caused his entire being to feel like it was being swaddled and hugged. It had been a few hours since they’d gotten back from the fae realm, and because of the magic exposure, they decided to continue their conversation at Virgil’s house. His house was much like Logan’s but instead of science stuff and crystals and books, he had different trinkets from Roman, posters of his favorite bard groups, and general décor that tended to fit the macabre.

“Yes, it’s incredibly dramatic,” Virgil said drinking in the others face as they lay next to one another on Virgil’s old rickety bed. “but don’t let that fool you the wedding industry is a sham.”

“Wedding,” Roman said testing out the word as if he were tasting it, Virgil’s heart fluttered at his expression,” Well when we are ready for marriage, I will sweep you off your feet!”

His stomach was exploding with butterflies his heart squeezing at the words ‘when we are ready’ not just him both of them. “So, you’re not disappointed that we aren’t actually married right now?” Virgil asked voice small.

“Anx,” Roman said softly as he pulled the shorter male closer,” of course not,” he was quiet for a beat,” I was actually scared after the initial shock wore off because I hadn’t really realized that I wasn’t ready either.”

Virgil hugged him, Roman embraced him back his fingers playing with his hair they were quiet for awhile neither speaking just enjoying each other’s presence. “Roman?” Virgil eventually spoke. The fae hummed in response his fingers continuing their ministration in Virgil’s messy hair,” sit up?” he asked him.

The prince did disentangle himself with a grumble,” I wanted to cuddle,” he pouted.

“W-we can get back to that,” Virgil promised running a hand through his hair as he too sat up,” I wanted to tell you something.”

“Okay? Roman asked his expression mainly blank but Virgil could see just a small little inkling of confusion.

“My n-,” he took in a shaky breath, he could do this, he wanted to,” My name is-“

His gaze darted up to Roman who’s eyes were as wide as Virgil had ever seen, his mouth was open slightly in shock. “I-I,” Virgil clenched his fists letting the sensation of his fingernails biting into his flesh ground him,” sorry I just got nervous.”

“Anxiety you don’t ha-“

“It’s Virgil!” he exclaimed, he nervously started muttering to himself,” it’s like a band-aid you just gotta rip it off.”

Roman took Virgil’s face in his hands gently,” Virgil,” he said in an almost reverence, it was like before when he was playing out the syllables of 'wedding' but now instead of just tasting it, he was savoring it. “Virgil,” he repeated clearly enjoying the way the word fell off of his tongue and into the air between them.

“I’m going to kiss you now, is that alright with yo-,” Roman warned but Virgil beat him to it, he surged forward his lips crashing into the others. Romans lips were soft plush and felt like he moisturized them regularly. Virgil knew that his were chapped but Roman simply pushed back into the kiss meeting Virgil’s passion.

Roman accidentally pushed too far however and Virgil fell back onto his bed bouncing up a little as they detached slightly. Laughter burst from Virgil’s chest and Roman laughed back, he began to pepper Virgil with kisses every time he came up, he whispered his name like a quiet prayer.

“T-that tickles roman,” Virgil attempted to hold back his laughter.

Roman quirked an eyebrow as he hovered over the other,” oh tickli-“

A knocking from the front door interrupted them, Roman groaned and Virgil let out a laugh,” that’ll probably be Logan, you did just leave him with no expli-“

“I will be opening the door in one minute, if you are not fully clothed by then, then it is your fault!” Logan interrupted again his tone not betraying any amusement.

Virgil could hear Patton exclaim in shock, he laughed as he clambered up to answer the door, and for once there was nothing wrong in his life.

#monster pat au #sanders sides #sanders sides fic #prinxiety #logicality #platonic analogical

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jaebaebie · 4 years

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Why Us? Why Now? Why Ever?

In a post apocalyptic world where walkers took over the living, Era realised that she was different from every one else. Wanting to uncover the reasons to her differences, she embarked on a journey to the West where she met a few Strays,, including a man named Hwang Hyun Jin who, just like her, was cold, hot headed, and full of distrust. She thought they would never get along, but what happens when the two cold hearts start to melt?

STRAY KIDS ZOMBIE AU // WUWNWE MASTERLIST

Chapter 3 ~ “You and me? Alone?

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I shared a bunk with Jeongin and Seungmin after they ‘convinced’ Chan let me stay with them. Bunks in Camp Miroh were assigned to ensure order, allowing fast and efficient roll calls. Jeongin and Seungmin specifically asked to be bunked with me after they noticed the never-ending looks from the other guys in camp. It seemed as though only the six guys I’ve met so far saw me as a normal human, not as a possible ‘mate’ for horny and deprived teenagers.

I met the other three guys that night. While I sat with Jeongin at one of the tables for dinner, three guys walked up to us. They were all covered in dirt as their hair dripped with sweat, causing their skin to glisten. A gun was slung around each of their shoulders, and I only assumed that they were the ‘guards’ Jeongin had been talking about,, in charge of protecting the camp.

“Oh shit, Hi.” One of them greeted upon noticing me. I have to admit, these three looked the most intimidating out of everyone in the camp. They weren’t as tall as Hyunjin, but it felt as if they towered over me with confidence and strength. “So, you’re the girl Hyunjin’s been talking about.”

The other shorter one snorted, “Yes, we’ve been hearing lots of stories about you, Era.”

The last guy with a bear like face stepped up, placing his arms around the other two, “Please ignore these goofballs. We spend so much time with walkers they’ve began to act like one. I’m Woojin.” He greeted, “This one’s Minho and Changbin.” He said, pointing to the other two.

“You guys spend time with walkers?”

Minho shrugged, brushing Woojin off his shoulders, “Don’t listen to him. He’s exaggerating it.”

I learned more about the camp during dinner. Hyunjin, Minho, Woojin, Han and Changbin always walked around the compound, making sure that no walker got too close to scare the kids. They were the few who were allowed out of the base, meaning that they were the ones to be assigned to scout for houses and towns where there would be things to salvage.

The first night at Camp Miroh was like all the other nights before, I couldn’t sleep, simply laying in my bed as I stared at my ‘ceiling’ : the bottom of Jeongin’s bunk. On silent nights like these, my exhaustion was unable to overcome fear as I stayed awake, keeping my oil lamp on. I learned how to hide the fear in the day, but when the moon takes over the sun, I’m left with nothing but to think of all of my fears in the dark. Truth is, I was a coward. A paranoid coward. I stared at the wall, flinching with every moment Jeongin had from the bunk above me. I was afraid that every sound I had heard was made by a walker.

Chan had offered to give me my own room, but I guess sharing one with Seungmin and Jeongin was comforting because for once, I was no longer alone. But, the comfort could only calm my breaths, not my mind. The door creaked open, immediately alerting me as I shot up to a sitting position, my breaths rapid.

Han stood by the door, shocked to me see staring at him.

“I-I just came to give these back to you. I didn’t think you’d be awake.” He said in a hushed tone, not wanting to wake the younger kid up top.

I nodded, watching him place my bag along with my own weapons in the small bedside table beside me as I brought my knees into my chest, hugging them.

I expected him to leave once he finished, but he didn’t. Instead, he walked towards me, leaning against the ladder of the bunk that connected my bed to Jeong Ins.

“Can’t sleep?” He asked.

I shook my head, “I never can.”

Han sighed, thinking for a second before turning back to look at me, “I can stay with you,,,, if you want.”

I really found it odd how incredibly nice Han was and continued to be. Sure. I haven’t spoken to anyone for a long time. But no human could possibly be so nice to a stranger they’ve just met. Especially in this apocalypse, everyone, to a different extent, learns to become selfish no matter how selfless and kind they were before the disaster struck. One could be a doctor who saved lives before the apocalypse, yet the same doctor wouldn’t hesitate to kill a human for the smallest bit of food in desperation. That was how you survived. It was the survival of the fittest. Either kill others or be killed. Han seemed like an exception though. His mind seemed to live in a world that was unlike ours, allowing him to stay positive, kind and selfless unlike everyone else.

“Why are you so nice to me, Han?”

He chuckled, tilting his head, “Because it’s nice... to be nice?”

I raised my brow, doubting his answer that seemed like a question towards himself.

He shrugged, “I don’t know. I guess it’s because I got stuck out in town once.. Alone. I spent the night alone in one of the upstairs apartment and it was so terrifying I didn’t sleep the entire night. Hyunjin and the boys found me the day after but the night alone just traumatised me. I can’t even imagine how terrible it must have been for you all this while.”

I stayed quiet, not knowing the right words to say as I watched him sigh, turning back to look at me. “You’re safe here, Era.”

“It’s not safe anywhere.”

He nodded in agreement, but proceeded to argue, “That’s true. But you’re safer here than any place out there. We’ll look out for you. We’ll put your life before ours. We’ll protect you. I promise.”

For the first time in what felt like forever, a small genuine smile managed to find its way onto my face. I was terrified of trusting people again, because trusting people had caused me nothing but pain and fear in the past. But there was something about Han. His sincerity. Maybe. Just maybe, I could put my walls down just a little, and learn to trust in Han and his friends.

Han smiled back, proceeding to take a seat on the side of my bed. He pat the pillow, “Get some sleep. I’ll stay here and you know, protect you.” He said, wiggling his brows cheekily.

I rolled my eyes, a hint of smile on my face as I laid down on my side, my forearm under my head. I tried my best to relax, focussing on the sounds of my breath and the soft beats of my heart. Sure enough, Han did as he said. Each time a soft thump startled me up, I was met with Han’s face, a book in his hand, while the other would land on my shoulder, telling me that everything was okay.

I woke up the next morning by the sound Jeongin’s voice. My eyes immediately squinted as soon as I opened them, blinded by the bright morning light. In the past, I’ve mostly woken up before the sun came out simply because I had trouble sleeping. In fact, most of the time, I had no sleep at all.

After getting my bandages changed, I walked over to the entrance of the camp, by the tall metallic gate, as instructed by Jeong In with my bow slung around my shoulder.

“Yo Era!”

I looked around, puzzled as to who called me until my eyes landed on Minho, waving at me from his post on top of the barricades. There was a small standing area lined with fences above the tall barricades that surrounded the camp. It was where one or two of the guys on duty would stay and keep watch for hours, looking out for any walkers or any possible threats. At the corner of the post, there was a bell attached to the pole that could be rung to signal everyone in the camp for whatever reason there may be.

I smiled, waving back. Minho still looked as he did the day before: sweaty with an AK47 in his grasp. It really makes me wonder if these guys ever get enough rest,, guarding the camp and all. I could only imagine how much pressure and responsibility that was placed on their shoulders, yet they, like Minho, are still able to put up a smile that was just inevitably contagious.

He climbed down the ladder, jumping down and skipping the last few steps and then jogging over to me.

“You’re up early. I thought Chan would’ve let you sleep in.” He spoke.

I shrugged in response, “Jeong In woke me up and told me to come here after breakfast. I don’t know what for though.”

Although I’ve only ever spoke to Minho once, he was extremely easy to talk to. That is, of course, if you’re able to look past his scary demeanour and extremely attractive smile.

“Are you guys done flirting yet?”

I rolled my eyes, immediately noticing the cold, sarcastic tone. Minho and I turned our bodies, facing the man who was walking towards us.

“Good morning to you too, Hyunjin.”

I was replied with an annoyed frown, which I gladly returned. He converted his gaze towards Minho, nodding to him, “Aren’t you supposed to be at your post?”

Minho frowned, giving the taller boy a light punch on his shoulder, “I’ve only been down for like a minute. Besides, Levi’s still up there and I wouldn’t even dare to take your girl.”

The smile on Minho’s face faded, knowing he went too far with his teases when he earned a deadly glare from both Hyunjin and I. The only thing similar between Hyun Jin and I was our extreme hatred towards each other,,, and the unwillingness to hide it. It seemed impossible to get along with someone that was as hot-headed as me. Minho frowned, “You guys are no fun. You’re perfect for each other. I’ll go get rid of walkers now.”

Minho turned, running back to his post after giving me a sly wink. I shook my head, sighing before I turned back to Hyun Jin, “Were you the one who wanted to meet me?”

He shook his head, crossing his arms, “Of course not. But Chan wanted me to learn how to hunt.”

“You and me? Alone?”

He smirked, tilting his head, “Don’t get flustered, Era. I don’t think of you that way.”

“Screw you.” I said, turning away from him, unable to bear the annoying smirk on his flawless face.

It wasn’t that I was ‘flustered’ to be alone with him, it just startled me that Chan would make such a call. Chan was no doubt a great leader, judging by the decisions he has made ever since I met him. He was a leader who seemed to always make right and rational decisions. And this,, letting Hyunjin and I go off alone, is definitely not a right and rational one.

The cold metallic tip of a gun found its way to the side of my temple, snapping me out of my thoughts. It clicked, signalling that a bullet had been placed in the chamber. I hissed, slapping the gun away from my head with an annoyed expression on my face.

“Brave of you to assume I won’t shoot.” He snickered, an annoying smirk on his face as his hand fell back down to his side.

“I didn’t assume. I’m not dumb. I know you have some sort of common sense in that tiny brain of yours to know that the sound would just attract walkers to your lovely camp.”

He shrugged his shoulders, the same nonchalant look on his face, “Ever used one before?”

The annoyed look on my face caused him to raise his brow. “We give a gun to those who can use it whenever we go out. Chan’s orders. This ones a simple pistol with a .40 caliber—“

I snatched the gun from him, stuffing it at the back of my jeans, “Yeah yeah, I know how it works. Are we done yet?”

“Technically, we haven’t started.” He smirked once more, challenging my patience as I rolled my eyes, “Stay close. Don’t leave my side.”

“Wouldn’t even dream of it.”

#skz #skz imagines #skz writing #skz au #stray kids #stray kids au #stray kids writing #han #han jisung #hwang hyunjin #hyunjin #skz fanfic #stray kids fanfic #skz ff #bang chan #lee know #seungmin

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soulofatiny · 5 years

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No fear, I’m here… Extra: taunting constellations

backstory edition: wooyoung

warning(s): cursing, mentions of blood, gore, angst angst angst

word count: 5.3k

a|n: please read after ch. 6 to avoid any possible spoilers!! happy reading, loves💕

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— 2011 —

“You piece of shit! Get back down here!!”

Wooyoung climbed the ladder hastily, hearing the metal clang and feeling the cool sensation on his hands as he ascended up to his safe haven- well close to one anyway. Once he reached the top, he swung his body over the black metal bars of the balcony that matched with the ladders. He took one last look down and smirked to himself when he saw the culprits of the piercing screams of threats that were a lot fainter in volume due to the distance. No one would have dared to climb the run-down ladder that could’ve fallen apart any time by now, except for Wooyoung. He didn’t care.

“You motherf*ckin’ coward!!”

Wooyoung frowned at the stifled insult coming from his tormentors.

He wasn’t a coward… they were.

“Piss off, bastards.”

He murmured his final comment at his bullies and turned to open the window of the shabby apartment complex that connected with his bedroom. It was technically an attic, but that was where Wooyoung resided based on the decision of two drunkards that were called his foster parents, who, unfortunately, had power over his life. The window slammed shut the moment he fully entered his slightly dusty room, which he always cleaned but something about attics made the dust collect easily. He whipped his backpack off and let his body fall back and direct slam against his bed, feeling the springs of the mattress press his back slightly as it creaked with old age. The insults of his bullies echoed in his mind. It wasn’t anything new, the verbal abuse. Sometimes even physical if he didn’t run fast enough away from them after school ended. Wooyoung closed his eyes, hoping that he would have a temporary escape from life but as soon as he felt himself drift into sleep, harsh yelling and shouts echoed from below the floor jolted him awake. But once he realized that it was just his foster parents arguing, he sighed and laid his body back to sleep.

It wasn’t anything new in Wooyoung’s life. Being bullied five out of seven days and hearing screams of colorful language from his foster “family” 24/7.

It wasn’t anything new and he was used to it.

This was his life.

A typical way that twelve-year-olds lived. Wake up, eat leftovers from his foster parents, school, bully encounters, escape, go home, hearing shouts of arguments, maybe eat leftovers, sleep, and repeat.

He continued living throughout his unproductive life until one storming Saturday night.

Wooyoung jolted awake at the clanging of his balcony, taking notice on how it was much too loud for it to just be raindrops hitting the metal. He gazed out the window, squinting his eyes to focus on his sight more in the dark and waited to see if he’ll hear it again. As a bolt of lightning struck, the flash of light exposed a silhouette of a figure that was leaning against the side of his window from the outside. Wooyoung reached for the baseball bat on his bedside immediately and ran to his window to meet his perpetrator. He yanked the window open, allowing the gush of wind mixed with icy raindrops to sneak into his room and seep into his shirt. His eyes slowly began adjusting to the dark night sky that inhibited his vision.

“Who the hell are you?!” Wooyoung yelled, preparing himself to swing at the unwanted stranger.

When he was met with silence, he swung the bat but the stranger merely grabbed the tip of the bat and voiced his wish, “I’ll stay out here. Just...let me stay here for the night and I’ll leave–”

Wooyoung was surprised to hear the stranger speak up, his voice was youthful and was tinged with pain. Wooyoung let his grip on the bat loose and hurriedly switched his lights on. His eyes grew round at the sight before him. A boy who looked around his age was grasping his arm desperately, trying to stop the flow of blood that was pouring out from his arm.

Blood.

“O-Oh my god! b-b...blo–”

“Yes. It's blood. Now shut the window and let me go to sleep.”

Wooyoung stared at him in disbelief. Did he seriously ask him to leave so he could sleep? Out in this storm? Not only that but judging by the paleness of his complexion, he must’ve lost a lot of blood already. That guy would be crazy to expect that he would still be alive to leave or even see another day tomorrow.

“Hurry up and close the window-” the boy uttered, voice slightly annoyed.

Wooyoung ignored his wishes and instead, grasped the stranger’s uninjured arm to swing it around his own shoulders for support.

“What are you doing?”

“I just don’t want to see a dead person outside my window when I wake up the next day…”

The boy remained silent for a moment until he finally asked, “What’s your name?”

“Wooyoung. What’s yours?”

“W-…San. My name is San.”

Wooyoung nodded as he gently sat San down on the wooden floor, “I’ll be right back. You’re probably going to need stitches.”

When Wooyoung came back, he disinfected San’s arm and began stitching the deep wound.

“How do you even know how to do this? Aren’t eleven-year-olds suppose to play video games or something?” San said as he examined Wooyoung’s swift work.

“I’m twelve- actually, no. I’m thirteen. Not eleven.”

San looked at him questioningly, “Sounds like you’re not even sure how old you are.”

Wooyoung worked on the final touches, snipped the remaining thread off, and looked at San, “I’m thirteen. I just forgot today was my birthday.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

“Happy Birthday.”

“Thanks.”

“No, thank you...for saving me.”

— 2 years later —

Shortly after he and San met nearly two years ago, San tried to persuade Wooyoung to leave his current dwelling, saying that it wasn’t good enough for a good person like Wooyoung. He kept getting abused by not only his bullies, but his foster parents as well and it was getting physically and mentally draining for him. But what truly convinced him to leave was when Wooyoung got beat so badly that he could hardly move his body. San was treating his injuries this time, roles reversed since the first time they met and spoke the words, “They are not your family. I will be your family instead. Your real family.”

And that was exactly what finalized his decision.

As soon as Wooyoung healed enough to the point where he could move his body again, he left without ever looking back.

Ever since Wooyoung cut ties with his foster parents, San taught him everything he knew about combat. It turns out that Wooyoung was extremely gifted at aiming. Whereas, San’s preferred area was blades. Although Wooyoung was clearly skilled, he’s never used it upon a person, mainly carrying the gun to scare people off. He purposefully fires and aim only centimeters away from their heads to threaten them, but never kill. Wooyoung wasn’t actually sure how San knew so much about combat or weaponry for a teenage boy but he didn’t question it. San gave off an aura that was almost threatening if he mentioned even the slightest regarding his past whereabouts. The only thing Wooyoung knew about San’s past was that he didn’t grow up under normal circumstances and on the storming night when they first met, San briefly mentioned someone named Nana who had saved him. Which was why San was able to make it to Wooyoung’s window that night and he was genuinely content with knowing just that because he gained someone to call family in return.

“Look what I’ve found,” San threw a fairly large bag on top of the table, letting stacks of cash slip out of its opening.

Wooyoung smirked at the sight, “And where did you exactly find this?”

“Oh you know…it was sort of unoccupied so I gave it a home. Our home,” San grinned as he gestured his hands at him and Wooyoung’s shared residence.

San laid on the sofa and watched Wooyoung count their new income on the table, his attention fully on the money to make sure he doesn’t miscount.

“So what are we doing tonight?” San asked as he tossed a knife up in the air while he was laying down and catching it nonchalantly.

“The usual,” Wooyoung answered back, his attention absorbed on the money.

San sat up as he caught the knife again with perfect timing, “The usual? Or the usual?

Wooyoung placed the wad of money back onto the table, “$10k,” then looking up while mirroring San’s smug smile, “Let’s do the usual.”

The usual activity that Wooyoung and San partake in is an activity where they go out at night and steal from rival gangs instead of stealing from standard stores. Being put into dangerous spots gave them an intense thrill and they loved the feeling of adrenaline pumping in their veins to the max. At first, they used to do this only every so often, but eventually began getting more open to the excitement and became a habit for them to do this every night, almost as if it was a game for them. A game that they were truly addicted to without any hint of awareness that their usual activity would be their critical downfall.

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“Wooyoung! Run faster!” San screamed back at his friend who was following behind him.

It was odd.

“Hurry up! Move your legs, come on!!”

Wooyoung and San have done this many times before and got out completely unharmed for the most part but tonight...

Tonight was different.

The gang that they decided to steal from were not like the usual gangs they’ve previously encountered. They were instead, a lot stronger and Wooyoung and were severely outnumbered. Which was why, instead of behind unharmed, San got stabbed in the shoulder by one of the members who snuck up behind them. However, he wouldn’t have gotten stabbed if Wooyoung had paid closer attention to his surroundings more. As Wooyoung was running in desperation, he felt immensely wretched with guilt.

“Run faster! They’re catching up!” San screamed again as a trail of blood followed his footsteps.

Wooyoung felt nauseous hearing the screams of the gang that was chasing behind them so nearby but even worse the guiltiness that chased after him. Wooyoung was so lost in his self-condemnation that he almost didn’t notice San stopping all of the sudden.

“Shit!”

He was about to ask what was wrong and why San stopped so abruptly but finally realized the new heavy situation that they were in.

A dead end.

Wooyoung hastily looked around with anxiousness and turned to see behind him as the gang caught up to them, blocking their only escape. As they were nearing closer to him and San, Wooyoung then looked up, still desperate to find their freedom. But all he could see were layered bricks that created walls towering over them. The walls... and the night sky. The stars were beautiful...so uncharacteristically beautiful for this wicked situation that he felt the twinkling constellations were almost taunting them. The stars were free, but they weren’t even close.

He shut his eyes as he looked down and clenched his jaw, unable to handle the taunting as the gang began circling them, completely encaging both him and San.

This was it.

He and San were going to die here tonight and it was all his fault. San continued to give threatening glares at the gang that almost made them waver due to how intense his eyes were but still kept strong when they heard their boss command them, “Kill them off.”

San slowly reached for Wooyoung’s shoulder and whispered, “Wooyoung. Don’t freak out. I’ll finish thi–”

When Wooyoung lifted his head up, San’s words were cut short and was utterly stunned when his friend opened his eyes. Not a single drop of fear was found, and was instead, replaced with something that was all too familiar for San but never on Wooyoung.

Bloodlust.

Before San could even stop him, Wooyoung pulled a gun out from the holster that was hidden in his leather jacket and began shooting the gang members.

The gunshots echoed the compacted space and he fired so fast that the firing flashes were similar to strobe lights. One by one, the gang members dropped to the floor, a red dot decorating on the direct center of their foreheads. Whenever the flash emitted, San could see the shuttering agonized faces that were twisted in pain. Wooyoung reached back into his leather jacket with his other hand and pulled out another gun. He shot with both guns while reloading both when needed.

It was all occurring so fast, way too fast.

It didn’t take long until San began smelling the blood. The heavy scent of iron filled his nostrils, a nostalgic smell for him but should’ve never been for Wooyoung. At this point, the gang began retreating in great fear that they would meet the grim reaper unexpectedly tonight but Wooyoung continued to fire without mercy. Even as they were running, his aim never faltered, hitting the back of their heads with such precision as blood splattered across the concrete ground. Screams filled the area as the brick walls that were once gray, were now covered with pinpoints of red, finally matching the twinkling stars and finally fitting characteristically with the taunting constellations that scattered above them.

San reached forward to stop Wooyoung, as things were taken too extreme but were once again left stunned at his expression. Wooyoung was smiling. He was enjoying this and that scared San deeply as a sinister aura had overtaken his best friend. When the last visible standing man was left completely isolated with his dead comrades surrounding him, a final alarming sound of the gunshot echoed in their ears as the last sole survivor fell to the ground, sounding a vigorous thud on top of the other bodies.

It was finished. He killed them all.

The ground was hardly visible due to the bodies that cluttered around them, leaving the small cracks covered with puddles of blood, an aftermath of a death storm. San couldn’t keep his eyes off of the bodies, not because the sight was overwhelming for him but because it was Wooyoung who had caused this. The guns slipped from Wooyoung’s fingers, suddenly feeling too weak to stand as his eyes began portraying the familiar soul that San had spent that last two years with. Wooyoung was back to his original self and although San was relieved, panic quickly flickered his eyes. Suddenly, the sound of a body moving behind Wooyoung alarmed both of them. Wooyoung quickly turned around and was met with one of the members of the gang reaching for him with a knife in his hand and fury in his eyes. Wooyoung reached inside his jacket and panicked when the guns weren’t there, the memory of him dropping it on the ground completely rid from him.

Before Wooyoung could even think about what to do, an object speedily flew past his head, swishing past his ears as the metallic object glinted from the moonlight in his peripheral vision. His eyes grew wide upon hearing the sound of something cracking, feeling the sensation of warm liquid that suddenly splattered across his face, and seeing the sight of the man before him. A knife was lodged deep inside the front of the man’s skull, his face far too expressive despite his soul already departed from his body as the man’s lifeless body leaned forward, his shoulder slightly grazing Wooyoung’s arm as he fell to the ground. Wooyoung, body trembling, slowly turned his head to look at San.

“Sorry… I didn’t mean to get his blood on you–”

“San… I-I just k-k,” Wooyoung began hyperventilating and collapsed on the ground as he choked out his words, “k-kill…I j-just.”

San quickly got on the ground, matching his friend’s level and began patting his back to soothe him, “Don’t talk, just breathe. You need to focus on your breathing–”

“How can I focus on breathing when I just killed people?!” Wooyoung slammed his fists on the concrete, staining his hands red and then slammed them again and again… San continued to watch as his friend’s emotional state fell apart, unable to figure out a way to comfort him.

“I’m a murderer…a murderer..” Wooyoung began repeating himself maniacally, “murderer.”

“Then that makes me a murderer too,” San finally spoke up as Wooyoung glanced at him as tears rapidly began forming, “You’re not the only one who has killed tonight. So that makes both of us murderers. You’re not alone.”

Upon hearing that, Wooyoung began to weep, unable to comprehend the events that had just occurred so instantaneously.

“I’m sorry…I-I’m sorry,” he gagged with vomit but kept going.

“I’m s-sorry. I-I’m so-sorry. I’m sorry.”

San patted his friend’s back again, unable to find the right words to provide comfort.

“I’m sorry…”

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After the incident, Wooyoung struggled deeply to go back to his normal lifestyle.

He couldn’t eat because it made him think about the blood.

He couldn’t sleep because it made him think about the blood.

He couldn’t live because it made him think about the blood.

“Wooyoung, they’re kicking us out if we don’t pay the rent,” San spoke softly as if he’s afraid to trigger him and sat the letter that declared their dismissal on the table.

Wooyoung and San both stopped stealing after that, they stopped doing anything for that matter. Wooyoung stood abruptly and made his way out the door groggily.

“Where are you going?” San asked worryingly.

“They want us out. So I’m leaving,” Wooyoung answered, voice hoarse from lack of hydration.

“Leaving where?”

“Don’t know,” Wooyoung exited.

San sighed and followed his friend out without hesitation. They didn’t have a destination or a purpose. Wooyoung felt numb but he almost found it humorous how he felt so dead when his body was still technically alive. During the day, they would walk aimlessly. During the night, they would sleep on the sidewalk, not caring if it was comfortable or not. This continued for days and San quietly followed him.

One night, Wooyoung collapsed on the sidewalk, his body finally giving out from lack of proper care and nutrition. The tiny rocks scraped his cheek as he came in contact with the gravel. San collapsed soon after, almost as if he was waiting for Wooyoung to collapse first.

They both hit their limits.

Wooyoung shakily flipped his own body over so he would lay on his back while San remained still.

This was it.

Wooyoung smiled as he felt death approach him but when he looked up at the night sky, the same stars were yet again… so uncharacteristically beautiful for this situation that he felt the twinkling constellations were taunting him again.

That’s when it hit him, the reality.

He was really going to die. San was really going to die.

“S-San,” Wooyoung called out but his voice cracked.

No response.

“S-San. H-Hey,” Wooyoung called out again, this time a little more hastily but was left without a response.

Many people walked past them, some not batting a single eyelash, and some looking at them with complete disgust as if they were scum that littered the sidewalk.

“San…answer m-me–”

Wooyoung’s vision of San suddenly got blocked by a pair of well-polished shoes. He slowly tilts his head and looks up to see a boy around their age who then crouched down and laid down between him and San. Wooyoung initially thought he was drunk or even mocking them but he didn’t have the energy to argue.

“The stars are beautiful tonight, huh?” the stranger lying next to him spoke up, not taking his eyes off the twinkling sky.

Wooyoung didn’t answer and they all laid in silence, on the busy city sidewalk. After a few more moments of silence, Wooyoung officially confirmed to himself that San had died.

“This isn’t how humans should live,” the stranger sighed as he spoke softly but the heavy words triggered something within Wooyoung.

“Humans?” Wooyoung spouted bitterly, throat burning due to how dry it was but he pushed forward, “You think we’re humans?”

“Of course,” the boy answered him, “You and your friend. You’re both humans.”

Wooyoung began laughing, thinking that the stranger was sharing a joke with him. But when he looked at his straightforward eyes, Wooyoung knew he was serious and that terrified him.

“G-Get away from me,” Wooyoung commanded him but the boy didn’t move. Not even a single strand of hair.

“Get the fuck away from me! and get away from San too! Just because he’s dead, doesn’t mean you can invade his personal space!” Wooyoung screamed, eyes bloodshot and his lungs felt as if it was on fire as the words left his mouth.

“Let me help you and your friend. It’s not too late… Whatever you’re both struggling with, I’ll carry the burden with you both.”

The stranger spoke so calmly and soothingly that he felt his anger overtake him. Even though it should have been physically impossible for Wooyoung to move, he extended his hand and harshly grabbed the collar of the boy lying next to him who seemed extremely unfazed by his actions.

“What do you know…. What do you know about what San and I dealt with?” the boy listened intently as the volume of Wooyoung’s voice gradually began increasing, “Carry the burden? Don’t fuck with me. You don’t know what San and I went through. It’s not too late? You don’t know how long I’ve waited for this moment, where I can finally die and get out of this living hell and rest. in. peace!!! Carry the burden, my ass! Don’t spout shit in your fancy little shoes when you don’t know anything!!!” Wooyoung screamed as he was desperately out of breath but was stunned that the boy simply smiled. It wasn’t a smile that mocked or belittled him. It was a knowing smile. And it made Wooyoung feel something that he wished he would never feel, hope.

His biggest fear.

Wooyoung became petrified. He let go of the stranger’s collar and tried to get up to walk away from him but his arms gave out and his body slammed back onto the sidewalk. It seemed that his body had truly reached its physical limit but that didn’t stop Wooyoung from trying to crawl, hands desperately dragging across the gravel, making his fingertips bleed.

“Get the fuck away from me!!!” Wooyoung screamed using every last drop of his strength and felt his mind began to haze over, perhaps finally meeting his end.

Instead of listening to Wooyoung’s wishes, the stranger gets up and moves in front of Wooyoung, crouching down closer at his eye level.

“Please....just take care of San. Take care of San but leave me...please,” Wooyoung begged as tears slipped out of his eyes, stinging the scratches on his cheeks.

The stranger placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, “Trust me. I will protect you both,” he smiled again and Wooyoung felt his consciousness drift away…

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*beep…beep…beep*

Warmth basked Wooyoung’s face as the light emitted on his face, feeling his consciousness wander back to existence. He opened his eyes slowly, eyelids awfully heavy and saw where the heat was coming from. The sun radiated against his skin that shined from the enormous window that took over the entire wall.

*beep…beep…beep*

The sound finally registered within his brain as his eyes grew wide, realization finally hitting him.

He was supposed to be dead.

He jerked his head to the side and saw the heart monitor that was hooked on him, beeping.

He was alive.

Wooyoung trailed his eyes down to his arm where an IV was attached on his inner elbow, giving him the necessary fluids to keep him alive.

He was given another chance to live again…

Suddenly, another realization dawned upon him. San…what happened to San?

“Oh, you woke up!”

Wooyoung looked up to the voice in a panic, finding a boy he’s never met before standing before him.

“San! Where is San?!” Wooyoung reached up and grabbed the collar of the boy’s jacket desperately.

“P-Please calm down. Your friend is–“

“Alive and well.”

Wooyoung and the boy both turned to the direction of the voice and relief washes over Wooyoung when he saw it was San who spoke up.

He was alive….and well.

“Thank the stars…” Wooyoung murmured to himself.

“Um…will you please let go of my jacket?” the boy asked with an awkward smile on his face, a little uncomfortable with the position he’s in.

“Yeah, Wooyoung. Seonghwa literally healed our asses. Be nice to him will ya?” San poked at him, grinning from ear to ear.

Wooyoung turned to the boy and immediately retracted his hold on the fabric, smoothing out the wrinkles that his grip caused, “O-Oh. Sorry, um…”

“Seonghwa. Nice to officially meet you Wooyoung,” Seonghwa smiled, genuinely this time.

“Ah. Nice to meet you, Seonghwa. I’m sorry for acting up earlier.”

“Oh! It was really nothing. I’m really glad Hongjoong brought you both here.”

“Hongjoong? Who’s that?“ Wooyoung asked but deep down he knew it must’ve been the boy he met before he lost consciousness.

“Hongjoong…is our leader.”

“Oh? I didn’t know that,” San cuts in.

“Leader of what exactly?” Wooyoung asks, feeling his fear lay upon his soul.

“ATEEZ,” a new voice cuts in, earning everyone’s attention at the door. Hongjoong walks into the infirmary and Seonghwa released a relieved sigh now that the leader was here to hopefully explain things to their guests.

“We are in a subunit group that was formed by our organization KQ. Our goal is to gather members to battle any forms of corruption within our society. Although we have an official title, we just started and it’s still in the process of growing,” Hongjoong chuckled as he rubbed the back of his neck, feeling a little bashful.

Hongjoong let out a nervous sigh and straightened himself before speaking in a decisive tone, “I’m sure you’re wondering why I decided to save the both of you.”

Wooyoung and San nodded slowly, alerting that they were listening as Hongjoong continued, “I’ll be honest and cut to the chase. I knew about the two of you before that night when you two were laying on the sidewalk. That means, San… I know where you came from.”

San stiffened upon the new information but Hongjoong quickly reassured him, “I know and that’s exactly why I won’t say anything. Wooyoung… we’ve actually met before a few years ago, on that bridge… You probably don’t remember but you’ve saved me once before and I simply wanted to repay that debt.”

The leader fell silent, the words of the last sentence trailing off, hinting that there was more than just a simple repayment.

Bridge…what bridge? Wooyoung traveled through his memories to pinpoint what Hongjoong was saying until he finally recalled what the leader was referring to. Ah…that bridge.

“And?” Wooyoung asks, feeling an inkling about what’s about to come next.

“And…I would like to ask the two of you to join ATEE–”

“No,” Wooyoung cuts in harshly, startling Hongjoong and Seonghwa but San didn’t even flinch, head low.

“San is free to choose whatever he wants, but I’m not joining. Thank you for saving me but I think it’s time for me to leave now. I wouldn’t want to impose any longer,” Wooyoung yanks his IV needle off as he dragged himself off the bed and made his way towards the door, leaving the two speechless.

“And I follow wherever Wooyoung goes. Thank you for saving me too,” San bowed his head slightly before following after Wooyoung who was inching closer to the exit.

Wooyoung’s legs felt a little weak as his bare feet touched the cold marble floor, as muscles ached from lack of use. Right when he reached for the handle of the sliding door, Hongjoong spoke one word that caused them to stop, “Nana.”

Wooyoung and San paused, unable to turn to face the leader or even make their way out of the infirmary, just frozen in place.

Nana... a name that was all too familiar to Wooyoung from the countless nights that San had talked to him about her, someone that was extremely important to his friend. San whips his head to Hongjoong who was staring directly at the two of them, with an unreadable expression, “What about Nana?”

“I wanted to wait until Wooyoung woke up to tell you this, but Yeosang is with us. That’s why I want to recruit you both. What I said about ATEEZ previously was true. We do rebel against corruption, but our primary focus is to get Nana out of ZG, we want to fight for her independence.”

Wooyoung turns around slowly to look at his friend, who looked immensely confused and conflicted.

“Set is with ATEEZ…?” San murmured, questioning his own self rather than specifically at anyone.

Wooyoung continued to gaze at San, letting out an exasperated sigh, “Fine. We’ll join.”

Everyone’s attention turned to Wooyoung, and San immediately tried to intervene, “Woo, you don’t even know her. You don’t even know what I was thinking about–“

“I’m sure you were thinking about joining anyways~ and I know how much she means to you… So I’ll join,” Wooyoung looked towards Hongjoong and Seonghwa, “But I’m leaving as soon as Nana gets out of ZG.”

“I understand,” Hongjoong replied, face covered with relief rather than content.

“Now that that’s decided, please lay down. You shouldn’t even be able to walk right now,” Seonghwa stated worryingly and Wooyoung silently complied, covering his face with the blanket as soon as he laid down.

Hongjoong nodded about walked towards San, “Follow me, Wooyoung should rest and Seonghwa will take care of him. I’ll take you to where Yeosang is.”

San looked hesitantly back at Wooyoung who looked already asleep but Wooyoung spoke up, the blanket slightly stifling his voice, “Go, San. Just catch me up later.”

San smiled at his friend’s attentive nature, “Hurry up and get better soon.”

“Yeah, yeah. Get out of here already~” Wooyoung answered as San followed after Hongjoong, exiting the infirmary, leaving him and Seonghwa by themselves.

Wooyoung peaked out of his blanket and at Seonghwa who was currently checking his vitals after hooking him back on the IV fluids.

“You can ask questions you know,” Seonghwa said without taking his eyes off the charts he was jotting notes in.

“How many members are in ATEEZ? Including…Yeosang, was it?”

“Five. Ah well, now it’s seven including our new members~” Seonghwa piped with a cheesy grin.

“Seven huh…How many more do you think Hongjoong is planning to recruit?”

“We have one more that we were originally planning to join, but it’ll be difficult to get him to agree. Which, will be our mission as seven members as soon as you get better.”

“Who?”

“His name is Choi Jongho.”

Wooyoung nodded at the information and felt himself drifting off to sleep, his body still severely exhausted from the past events.

“Seonghwa?”

“Hmm?” Seonghwa took his eyes off the chart to signal his attention.

“Thank you for doing this.”

“It’s no problem, Wooyoung... You know you were really close to death.”

Wooyoung pulled the blanket over his face again and whispered, “I know...”

“I’m really glad you’re alive.”

Wooyoung clutched the blanket even tighter around his body as tears began to slip out of his eyes, allowing the pillow to soak up the droplets until he finally answered Seonghwa, voice slightly cracking, “Me too.”

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-e|n: i’m so sorry for the lack of posting! ch.7 should be out very soon but i hope you enjoyed this extra chapter over wooyoung’s past with little snippets of hints on how everything intertwines with each other. thank you again for reading and please let me know what you think! :)

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